"Calm down now?" Sean brought a glass of water and placed it in front of Frederick.

"We have to talk to Minghella, we can't accept such humiliation." The agent grinned while applying ice packs to the back of his hands. He was so excited before that he hit his hand hard on the wall and it hurt.

It took quite a while.

"I'm afraid this is exactly what the other party wants us to do." Sean shook his head.

"What?" Frederick looked at him puzzled.

"I kept thinking why Chiciarelli did what he did and how it would benefit him. And then I thought about a guy you mentioned before, William Hoberg, who you said was Miramac.

He's a representative of Si, right?" Sean considered the words, "So I wonder if he was the one who instructed Chicciarelli to do this?"

"It's possible," Frederic pondered for a moment, "Cicciarelli is just an assistant. If no one supports him, he will definitely not dare to humiliate you so openly, especially since you are the actor Minghella insists on using, and

Miramax is the one that least wants you to play the leading role, so it's very possible... It's simple, as long as we find someone to find out whether they have had contact before, we can use this to lodge a protest."

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Fred," Sean made a calming gesture. "Do you remember what you said to me on the set when he first cut the pay? He

He wanted to irritate me and want me to leave a bad impression on others. Now it seems that he irritated me in order to make me go to Minghella for support."

"You mean he wants to consume Minghella..." Frederick mused.

"Yes," Sean nodded, "Everything I have now comes from the support of Anthony Minghella, but no one knows how big this support will be. We don't know, and they don't know either. I

I can go to Minghella for support once or twice, but can I go on forever, even if Chicha

Reilly and Hoberg were driven away as a result, but there were other people making small moves. It was impossible for Miramax not to send people to follow up, and no matter how much patience they had, they would be worn away. By then, Mingla would probably

They will think that I am not useful enough, and if I find a few people with some weight to protest together, the possibility of giving up on me will be very high."

Frederick pursed his lips and stopped talking, while Sean sighed. If the dispute between Reese and Stevenson made him appreciate the utilitarian side of Hollywood, then Chiciarelli's little actions let him know about them.

How to do whatever it takes.

"Besides," he continued, "Minghella can't be on set all the time. He must have other things going on. If he left for a day or two in the middle, and Chiciarelli or Hoberg chose to piss me off at that time,

, once I can't stand it anymore and threaten to quit, even if I wake up immediately, they will take the opportunity to make this a fait accompli and just send out a press release. Even if Minghella comes back, there is nothing they can do."

"When did you become so analytical?" Frederick couldn't help teasing.

"I'm not an idiot. I got straight A's in high school." Sean shrugged, then stood up, "You said, Fred, this war has only been a third of the way. Whoever wins will still have to lose."

It's hard to say, and we have very few trump cards, so we must be careful not to expose any flaws and allow those with evil intentions to take advantage of them. For me, as long as I can play this role safely in the crew, that's it.

victory!"

"Damn, I'm really unwilling." The agent was silent for a moment and said bitterly.

"It's okay, Fred," Sean laughed at this time. He looked outside the balcony. It was evening in Los Angeles again, and the dim light made everything look old. "Just treat it as a test.

Well, if you want to create a miracle, you have to pay a price. We have already created

Half a miracle, no matter how many difficulties there are, we must continue. So, let alone the salary of 300,000 yuan, even if they cut it to 200,000 yuan in the end, or even give no salary, I will not say anything.

As long as I seize this opportunity tightly and use this opportunity to prove myself, that will be enough!"

He took a deep breath and looked at his agent without blinking: "I promise you, Fred, as long as I can successfully get on the big screen this time, I will do it in five or six years at most.

It will make those producers wave tens of millions of checks to beg me for roles."

Sean spoke very seriously, and with an indescribable confidence, as if he had become famous, so that Frederick was in a trance.

Finally, the agent took a long breath and shrugged, his tone also teasing: "Five, six years? That's a long period of time. If a terrifying king really comes down at the end of this year, I won't be able to see it.

."

"Okay, Fred," Sean shook his head and smiled, "Well, after this movie is over, you can arrange any script for me. As long as it is one you recommend, I will take it. How about it?

?”

"Then it's settled!" Frederick immediately jumped up, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, and then straightened his clothes: "I know what to do, but even so, certain rights can still be fought for.

of."

Two days later, Sean understood what he meant, a check for 200,000.

"Normally, the crew pays up to half of the salary in advance, but I think this time they should pay two-thirds in advance." Frederick explained simply.

"They actually agreed?" Sean was quite surprised.

"Of course, when I clearly told Chiciarelli that it would be okay even if he didn't pay the film, he looked very ugly and kept saying that he wouldn't do that," Frederic spread his hands, "so I asked him later.

, when asked to pay two-thirds of the remuneration in advance, he agreed immediately.”

"So, he still needs some dignity?" Sean asked with interest.

"I don't think so, he just thinks this trick is useless." The agent curled his lips, "Okay, let's not talk about this topic anymore, I will not commission the 200,000 for the time being, and wait until you get the remaining 100,000.

Give it to me later, there are many places where you need to use money now."

"For example?" Sean thought for a moment.

"In addition to adding some more outfits, you now need a publicist, an accountant, and an assistant. You are somewhat famous in Hollywood. Although the media has not reported much, everyone in the circle knows that Minghella has hired a new person to serve as

The male protagonist of "The Talented Mr. Ripley," so you have to be somewhat star-like." Frederick gently hit him on the chest, "You have to understand that all big stars have their own teams."

"Don't worry, I'm not someone who can't listen to opinions," Sean smiled and patted his shoulder, "You are more familiar with these things than me, so recommend a better public relations and accountant. As for the assistant, I'll think about it later."

think."

After Frederick left, Sean let out a sigh of relief and took out the check again. He still seemed a little unbelievable. This was the largest sum of money he had ever received in his life, and he was still a new actor.

Moreover, the salary was cut in half. No wonder Frederic said before that those people would do anything to become famous.

He reached out and rubbed his face, and he quickly came back to his senses. It was undeniable that Sean's mentality was really good. Then, he began to think about the candidate for his assistant. There is no doubt that under the current situation, he must

You need to find someone you can trust, but you have only been in Los Angeles for more than half a year. How many familiar and trustworthy people do you have?

But when Frederick mentioned this, he subconsciously thought of the candidate, and now after circling back and forth in the room, he finally picked up the phone.

"Hello, I am calling the number of a guy who is daydreaming. If he is not listening, he must have gotten up before, so if you have anything to say, please leave a message." Listening to this self-deprecating voice prompt,

Sean couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, Galen, it's me, Sean, I have something to ask you," he said immediately, "call me back as soon as you hear this message, you know my cell phone number..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a click from the other side, and then a surprised voice rang out: "Sean?"

"You guy, why didn't you answer my call since you were at home?" Sean rolled his eyes.

"You mean, I can hold up my pants, endure the urge of something spurting out of my vagina, and stagger to the living room to answer your call?" the other party said with a hum.

"Based on the time the call is connected, the time of the voice prompt and the time you answer the phone, yes." Sean replied unceremoniously, "I bet that when I called, you were already mentioning

Pants."

"Okay, you guy," the other person laughed suddenly, "What's the matter? By the way, I watched the episodes of "Friends" in which you appeared. You did a good job. Man, help me get it.

Did you get Rachel’s autograph?”

"Well..." Sean was speechless for a moment, but he had not forgotten the matter, but before he could rush to say it, what happened that night happened, and as a result, he never dared to meet Jennifer and the others.

"Not yet, but it will be done soon." He could only say this, and then quickly changed the subject, "By the way, how are you doing recently?"

"There haven't been any big changes," the other side sighed. "Every day I just organize goods in the hypermarket. What else can I do? It's far from my dream."

"If Mr. Li knew that you still refused to give up, he would definitely have a long talk with you again." Sean said with a smile.

"Don't even think about it, I'll stay far away," although he said that, but he still obviously felt guilty, "Don't talk about it, at least I'm much better than Neil, that guy comes to your door every day now

Selling lawn mowers. Speaking of which, although this job is boring, at least I bought my own car."

"Congratulations, Galen, you finally have your own car." Sean was thinking about how to say it, "Come to Los Angeles sometime and let me take a look."

"No problem, by the way, what do you want from me?" he asked immediately.

"That's right," Sean rubbed his nose, "I have a job here, would you like to try it?"

"Work?" There's something strange there.

"Yes, a weekly salary of US$400, plus an hourly wage of US$8, and there are endless parties to attend, and you can meet big Hollywood stars at any time." Sean said in a persuasive way.

"What job?" The person immediately became curious.
Chapter completed!