"Besides, being nominated means that you have been recognized, and next time it means that you have a chance to actually win the award."

"Okay, stop talking, I'll just hit you." Ronald called his director friends again to communicate.

"Oh, little Ronald, why did you call me? I just came back from Austria."

"Mr. Wilder, I'm calling to invite you to the premiere of my new movie." The first person Ronald approached was Billy Wilder, Hollywood Gold, who had gone to see the house next door to his.

A famous director of the era.

"Hey, I'm very old, little Ronald. You may not have thought of my age. The doctor asked me to stay at home more and not participate too much in such social activities. This year the college is going to hold some commemorative activities for me. I

I will remember to vote for you for Best Director."

"Hey, that's a pity. My movie is on video tape. I will send you a copy. I hope I can get your guidance."

Ronald felt very embarrassed when Wilder revealed his purpose. He made a few perfunctory phone calls, and then stopped and didn't put his whole heart into it.

While eating pizza, I made a phone call, and the last call was from my old friend Cameron.

"Hello, James? I'm Ronald, you..."

"Shxt! I'm discussing a problem with you, don't make excuses to answer the phone and escape. Why didn't you choose this script?"

Ronald heard a female voice coming from the phone, shouting a lesson to Cameron.

"It's Ronald, Ronald," Cameron covered the receiver and said to his wife Gale Heard, "Don't be like this. We agreed not to interfere with my director selection..."

"Ronald, this is Gale, why are you calling?" Gale grabbed the phone.

"Uh... I would like to invite Cameron to the premiere of my new movie... uh, I want to invite you and your wife... uh, I want to invite you separately, director Cameron, and producer Gale Hurd."

Ronald heard Gale's dissatisfaction and changed his story two times.

"Ask your agent to send the invitation. James and I will go back."

…

"Huh..." Ronald put down the phone and wiped his cold sweat. He has a wife who is a producer and is too strong. It seems that Cameron's life is not as harmonious as he imagined.

Fortunately, he didn't sell himself to a regular producer just to make a movie. Film directors and producers are very arbitrary professions. Ronald thought about it himself and worked with a producer who had the same say for a long time.

Deciding which movies to take on is something I really can’t do.

After making the call, Ronald went out and drove to a hotel in Chinatown to meet with private detective Frank McPike.

"Brad Pitt's information..." Frank McPike handed over a thick envelope. "Good guy, this man's history is very long and very monotonous..."

"I won't read it. Just tell me the conclusion."

"Very feminine, but..."

"But what?"

"If Donna were my daughter, I wouldn't let this kid get close to him. He is now telling his friends that he might be lucky enough to join a movie crew."

"Okay, I understand." Ronald threw an envelope filled with cash.

"Would you like me to help you cook?" Frank McPike stared at Ronald.

Ronald thought for a while and said, "Forget it, let's leave it at that. If he doesn't get the role, he will give up."

Anyway, what Donna really admires may be the kind of men who have careers and brains. For this kind of male star who only has a good-looking appearance, maybe he just enjoys the vanity of being dated by a handsome guy.

As for Brad Pitt, an expert on women, once Donna is no longer of use to him, he will not waste his time.

In the apartment on Fifth Avenue at night, Ronald was thinking about his long-term female companion. In fact, it is more important for both parties to be together. If the two people's needs are just right, that may be the reason why they can last long.

As he drifted off to sleep, Ronald was still thinking about what happened during the day.

What kind of boyfriend will Donna fall in love with in the end?

There was a burst of light, like a transition to total darkness, and a blond woman jumped out.

She turned her back to Ronald and was looking at the scenery outside Lower Manhattan, New York, with a Staten Island ferry above.

Judging from this angle, this blonde beauty seems to be working on top of the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center.

If ten years from now, Donna, who has a successful career, will look like this.

Huh? This seems to be the movie I dreamed about last time, which reflects the life of the Wall Street financial circle, right?
Chapter completed!