When leaving Jean-George, the sky in New York began to drizzle and the whole night began to become wet. Lance sent Charlize back to the hotel. Charlize set up a formation in front of the reporters in great harmony. It seemed that the major newspapers tomorrow would be lively. By the time Lance arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel, it was already midnight.

Pushing open the room door, the desk lamps on both sides of the sofa in the hall lit up, and a slight commotion came from the sofa, which made Lance's steps stop, and his muscles tense up. It's so late, who is in his room?

Through the hazy halo, Lance saw a figure sitting up from the sofa, rubbing his eyes with his right hand, and said lazily, "Lance? Are you back?" This voice is... Michael Fassbender?

Lance turned on the chandelier in the hall, the golden light fell, and the whole room became brighter. Then he saw Michael, who buried his head in his hands because he was too dazzling. His tense mood slowly relaxed, and the corners of his mouth relaxed out a shallow curve, "Why are you here?"

Michael raised his head, with a hint of astonishment and a hint of embarrassment on his face, "Didn't you say... waiting for you in the room? But, he didn't expect to wait and fall asleep."

Lance's memory was awakened again. The information was a bit large all day today. He obviously forgot about this. "Have you had supper?" Lance hung his coat on the clothes hanger at the door, and then took off his suit jacket, which was why he adapted to the indoor temperature.

"No." Michael touched his stomach. At this time, after Lance reminded him, he felt hungry and his stomach started to rumbling.

Lance laughed in silence. It was probably Percy forgot that Michael was still here. Michael didn't dare to order room service by himself. He walked to the phone, "This is Strello. Give me a dinner... Yes, the chef's menu, and then a bottle of red wine... For dessert..." Lance looked back at Michael sitting on the sofa, "Just an ice cream ball is enough. As soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Lance turned his head, "You can have a little holiday today and taste some desserts, but this is the last day, and you will start working after that." Michael couldn't think about it for a moment, and he didn't understand Lance's words, but before he could speak, Lance rolled up his sleeves, "You have dinner first, we'll talk after dinner." After that, Lance walked into the bedroom and disappeared at the bathroom door.

Michael looked at the quiet hotel room that had returned to the quiet again, at a loss, his eyes filled with confusion, "Work? What job?"

I just got some rain outside, and the joints of my left hand began to hurt again. I have been living on the West Bank for many years. The old habits of my left hand have not recurred for many years. He almost forgot it. I didn't expect that after just living in New York for two months, the severe pain once again awakened the memories that had been sleeping for a long time. It's only autumn now.

Michael was tasting the brisket on the plate, and then he heard a slight sound from the bedroom. He couldn't help but feel nervous. He quickly looked up and saw Lance wearing a white T-shirt with dark gray casual pants. His hair was wet and steaming. His casual and relaxed posture was something he had never seen before. It seemed that this was the first time he saw Lance wearing an unexpected outfit in his shirt. The laziness slowly spread in the tranquility of the night. Michael couldn't help but burp.

Lance's joking voice came, "Don't be too anxious." Michael panicked and retracted his gaze, and then continued to enjoy his dinner in a normal manner. Lance in Michael's eyes always carried the halo of "director". His high-ranking director status made him admire, admire, and long for, but they were never friends. Now Michael couldn't help but start to worry whether his urgent action to come to the door today had crossed the boundary of "work partner", just like a subordinate broke into his boss's home.

This is not Lance's home, it's just a hotel.

Michael comforted himself like this and felt a little relaxed. "Don't be too reserved, just treat this place as your own home." Lance's voice came again, which made Michael choke directly. The beef in his mouth couldn't swallow it. He could only chew it for a few times and asked hesitantly, "Uh... do you want to join me?"

"That's one person." Lance walked into the dining room from the hall, his face relaxed, and then sat down opposite Michael.

Michael quickly put the knife and fork down, "Lance, I hope to play...'Crazy Max 4'." Michael couldn't wait to say, but saw Lance smile, "You swallow the food first." Michael was a little embarrassed, chewed it a few times quickly, then swallowed the beef, almost choking, picked up the red wine and took a big sip, then raised his head, "I'm serious, I hope to be a member of the crew of 'Crazy Max 4'! Any role! I mean, I have no problem with any role!"

Lance raised his eyebrows and pointed his chin gently, "So, you came to the door today for this?" Michael nodded repeatedly, his eyes flashing with an urgent light, looking at Lance earnestly and urgently, trying to find clues in his eyes, and then he saw Lance pulling down his mouth, "You are one step late, I have agreed to give Leonardo's supporting role."

Michael's eyes widened, and the uncovered disappointment emerged. Did he miss it again? Thinking of the meeting between Lance and Leonardo this afternoon, Michael was frustrated, but this emotion only lasted for a moment. Then he looked at Lance again, "I don't mind weight, and there is no problem with other characters. The point is that I can participate in this work."

"I thought the point is that you can get more performance opportunities in this work." Lance's rebuttal made Michael stunned, but for only a moment, Michael shook his head and said seriously, "No, the point is that I want to work with you. Even a cameo in 'Fruit Hard Candy'."

Michael knew that with Lance, he could learn a lot, both inside and outside the play, which was something that could not be experienced in the Performance Academy. The "Fruit Hard Candy" crew watched, opening the door to a new world for Michael, and truly made him realize that the performance could even be carried out like this.

"But...if there's more scenes, that's great." Michael said embarrassedly, only feeling his cheeks slightly hot.

Lance handed over a stack of paper, "You can take a look." Michael noticed that when Lance came over just now, he was holding a thick stack of drawing paper in his hand. He took it in confusion and then slowly flipped through it.

As he read, Michael's eyes gradually bloomed from confusion to stunning, and his pupils gradually bloomed. Then he looked at Lance with curiosity, with a faint expectation in his words, "Is this..." He didn't even dare to continue to say it, his uneasy mood was really hard to express.

"This is your character storyboard." Lance gave a positive answer, and then he saw that Michael was stunned for a moment, then stood up with his fists clenched tightly, "Oh yeah!" The posture looked like a winner who won the boxing champion's gold belt. After the roar was over, Michael looked at Lance with bright eyes, "So, are you sure? Is this my character?"

Lance pointed to the drawing paper in Michael's hand and said lightly, "These are not backed up, they are torn, then..." One sentence made Michael's erect chest collapse immediately, sat down obediently, spread the drawing paper flat on the table, and carefully smoothed the wrinkles. His careful appearance formed a sharp contrast with the moment, which really made people laugh.

After finally reorganizing the drawing paper, Michael looked up again, "Lance, what role am I playing this time? Can you introduce it to me? Now everyone says that this work is about the end of the world, but it is different from the 'day acquired'. What kind of world is it? I just looked at these storyboards, and everyone in it was dressed in strange clothes, and the wind and sand are everywhere? What style is this? Why is the character's mouth in metallic color? But her skin is so pale?"

Those eyes were illuminated, like a curious baby, with questions one after another, and the slightly trembling voice was filled with uncontrollable excitement, "What you need to do now is to exercise well. I need you to maintain your current figure. In the movie, you take off your tops throughout the whole process."

"It's like in the '300 Warriors'?" Michael understood immediately, and then he began to whip his hands, "Okay, no problem! Are there any other things to pay attention to?"

"Lister more heavy metal rock." Lance's answer made Michael stunned. He obviously didn't understand what was going on. However, looking at Lance's calm eyes, Michael still swallowed all the questions consciously, nodded, indicating that he understood.

Then Michael lowered his head and began to read the stack of drawing paper again. He looked at it carefully, but couldn't help but secretly raised his head and glanced at Lance, and he wanted to say something but stopped. After three times, he couldn't help but raise his head again, "So, what's my character's name? I mean, I can start preparing for the character now, but at least I can know some information..." After speaking, the voice became weaker and weaker, and it seemed a little lack of confidence.

He was curious after all, curious about this project that caused a sensation in Hollywood. As long as he thought that he could become a part of it and would work with Lance again, he could not control his excitement. But obviously, Lance did not want to disclose too much information now.

"Nax. Your name is Nax."
Chapter completed!