Innovation Artist Agency and Chaos Pictures are both located in Century City, but only three streets apart. They can only be reached in a fifteen-minute walk and are faster when driving.

Ben sat in the driver's seat, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became. He had been in Hollywood for twelve years, even longer than Lance entered this industry as a producer. Even if the "day acquired" had reached the height of "Great White Jaws" or "Titanic", and even if "City of God" had reached the height of "Beautiful Life" or "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", as a new director, Ben did not think Lance could be domineering to himself, and would fire himself directly without any interview.

What's more, Lance has not reached that level yet.

In a blink of an eye, the car stopped on Green Ridge Street. Ben randomly parked the car on the side of the road, and then rushed into the building angrily, with Mark following closely behind - thinking of Lance's contempt for the innovative artist agency, even if Ben would not confront Lance head-on, he would make Lance realize: Who is he dealing with!

With a "bang", Ben struted into Chaos Film's office and looked around, "Where is Lancelot-Stralo?" Since Chaos Film did not set up a front desk and opened the door to make an office space, Ben's actions instantly made everyone in the office look up, but the sudden situation made everyone stunned. There was no sound at all, "Where is Lancelot-Stralo? You coward, shameless bastard, dare to do it but don't dare to be it. Do you want to hide in your protective shell like a turtle? Lancelot-Stralo!

The surging anger was vented without any taboo at this moment, pushing Ben's emotions to the peak. He gasped and swept his eyes red across every corner of the office. His terrifying aura made people dare not look directly at it.

Mark was only half a step slowing down. Hearing Ben's curse, he couldn't help but close his eyes - it was too late to stop him. There were many ways to teach Lance, and Ben chose the lowest and vulgar one. This was not their way of dealing with the problem - it would not only affect Ben's personal image, but also the image of the innovative artist agency. However, Ben was obviously knocked out of his mind by anger and lost control.

Mark did not expect that the depression and dullness that had been in the past six months would actually choose this moment to burst out.

Then Mark opened his eyes. At this time, the road was already in its fortunate form and it was hard to recover. So what he needed was not annoyance and regret, but to raise his head and teach Lance a lesson, so that Lance knew deeply that this is Hollywood and no one could do whatever he wanted. Even the CEOs of the six major film companies, even the four major directors of Hollywood in the 1980s, could not. No one could!

Screaming, an office on the left opened the door, making everyone's eyes shifted, and then Mark and Ben saw Lance, who had already seen suits and ties, walked out. A dark gray suit paired with a navy blue dark plaid stand-collar shirt, and a smoky gray horizontal striped tie looked energetic. The elegance and calmness in every move made Mark and Ben look embarrassed - the two were sweating profusely and their clothes were messy. Just one meeting, they were already at a disadvantage.

The eyebrows, which were as continuous as mountains, gently raised, outlining a hint of surprise and surprise. Then the curve of the corners of the mouth was outlined, with a hint of politeness and friendship, "Haha, fortunately, I am in the company today, which is my honor." On the surface, it sounds politely to say that they were able to meet, which is a good thing; but the subtext is that if he was not in the company, he would have made a fuss in this way and make a fuss regardless of whether he was indifferent, and he would have started to make a fuss.

The mockery and ridicule of the needle hidden in the cotton hit Ben hard, making his facial expression stiffen suddenly - even in real life, his expression was very limited. It seems that his facial paralysis on the big screen was not intended, but was born; even Mark, who was standing beside him, felt his cheeks burnt - the image of the innovative artist agency was definitely damaged today.

Lance took a step and finally stopped three steps away from Ben and Mark. "So, what good things happened today, let the two gentlemen visit them in person? I think it's not a visit to our company's new office address?"

Lance's politeness and politeness made Ben's behavior seem vulgar, which made Ben furious. Looking at Lance's hypocritical mask, he just wanted to punch Lance hard and ruin his charming smile. The words came to his mouth, and before he could say it, he could see Michael Fassbender who came out of the office immediately after looking out.

With his cold face lines, tall and slender figure, and aloof temperament... Michael just walked out with his steps, and the aura around him suddenly reminded me of Dwight - he had read the script and Dwight's character introduction, and he knew what kind of character he was.

Lance has actually started auditioning to take over the candidate!

This fact hit Ben's chest hard. Lance was not bluffing, but really had this plan. "So you really want to tear the contract and fire me out of the crew?" Even at this point, Ben still couldn't believe the facts, because no matter from any perspective, this matter was too incredible, "Are you crazy?"

Lance looked back at Michael. Today Michael came to ask for his opinion. There was a stage play in the West End of London that gave him a role. He was a little hesitant to participate. Obviously, it was a misunderstanding, but Lance did not intend to correct his misunderstanding, because in a sense, it was not a misunderstanding.

"If you define 'crazy' as such..." Lance showed a warm smile, like the spring breeze caressing, "Then, yes, I'm indeed crazy."

Lance's words were soft but sharp, which made Ben choke, and his brain couldn't react for a moment - Lance not only admitted it, but also was so calm, as if things were taken for granted, so that Mark didn't know how to respond.

"You...you are really crazy!" The pause was only a moment, and Ben quickly reacted, and his anger exploded exponentially, "Do you know what you are doing? You didn't even notify my agency, asked for my opinion, and did not discuss with my agent. Just unilaterally tear down the cooperation agreement. Where did you put the industry rules? Where did you put the status of a celebrity? Where did you put the cooperation etiquette? Do you know who I am? Do you know who you angered? Do you know how I can easily make you unable to survive here? Do you know what you did!"

The smile on the corner of Lance's mouth not only did not restrain itself, but raised a little lightly, "Mr. Affleck, this sentence should be for me to ask you: Do you know what you did?" As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to refute when he saw Ben open. Lance's smile suddenly closed, his face suddenly became gloomy, and his azure blue eyes burst out with a strong aura, stabbing Ben hard like a sharp blade. The air was frozen in an instant, "I told you, shut your stinky mouth! Don't talk nonsense to the reporter! But you just can't control it, right? You are like a clown, always wanting to show off yourself in front of the reporter, show off your muscles, show off your smile, show off your woman, show off your stupidity!"

The sarcastic words made Ben completely stunned. Because of his anger to the extreme, his muscles began to tremble slightly, but Lance had no intention of stopping and continued, "When the director and producer ask you to shut up, you'd better shut up. A truly smart person knows when to open your mouth and when to shut up. Now even the director and producer have told you this way, but you don't know how to shut up. It's so stupid. And I am the director and producer of this work. If you care, I'm still an investor of this work, so..." Lance's footsteps suddenly took off, one step, then one step, slowly approaching, which made Ben involuntarily forced to retreat, "I know what I'm doing. I tore up the contract, I fired you out of the crew, and I started casting again. And you, are you sure you know what you're doing?"

Ben was forced to retreat. Lance's terrifying eyes made him sweat in a cold sweat behind him. He staggered and almost fell down. He quickly grabbed an object in a mess, stabilized his body, and raised his head to see Mark's gloomy face. Ben quickly stood up straight, while Mark stood up and blocked Lance's way.

"Mr. Strello, Ben's behavior was slightly off track, which is a fact." Mark took Ben's behavior with a simple sentence. "But you unilaterally tear up the contract without notifying me or the brokerage company. This is an immoral and unfaithful behavior. This is not a positive signal. You must know that the innovative artist brokerage company has great experience in dealing with this, and everything can be discussed slowly."

What Mark said is true. Hollywood is a very small circle. Unless it is an irreconcilable enemy like Michael Esner and Jeffrey Carsonberg, there will be some room left. Today's enemy, perhaps tomorrow's partner, is the correct rule of the mall.

What's more, the innovative artist agency behind Mark is still half the world in Hollywood, even if it is not a single hand. No one is willing to offend this giant crocodile.

Mark is warning Lance not to be too presumptuous.

This sentence made the corner of Lance's mouth rise again. The moment of the smile attracted everyone's attention. Then the curve of the mouth slowly converged. There were danger signals flashing in the blue eyes, and he said softly, "So what? Are you biting me?"

ps: Today's third update, an additional update of 240 monthly pass!
Chapter completed!