Andrew Garfield has just returned to Hollywood for less than two months and is completely at a loss about this situation. He has been polishing himself in the West End of London before, which is completely different from Hollywood. He doesn't even know: Can tips be replaced with a piece of paper or a card? This is really rude, and it is absolutely impossible to happen in London.

"Sir." Andrew picked up the card, and without looking carefully, his eyes turned to Albert.

Albert shook his head with a smile, revealing a hint of helplessness, "Today should be your lucky day." Albert could clearly see the surprise and shock between Andrew's eyebrows. It was probably the young man still didn't understand the value of this invitation, and he didn't plan to explain too much. It would be boring to ruin the surprise. "This is Los Angeles, right? If you desire to be an actor, then make full use of it." Albert pointed to the invitation in Andrew's hand, "But if you don't have any interest, you can auction or transfer it. Believe me, it should be a considerable tip."

Since this is a private party, no one will take the invitation out for auction. But according to Dorothy's public relations news, the value of this invitation is definitely more than $10,000.

Andrew didn't understand what Albert meant, "Sir, you can't give me a tip, but this." Andrew handed the card back again. To be honest, he still doesn't know what this card is.

"If you dislike the trouble, throw it into the trash can." Albert felt a sense of absurdity after he said that. He originally wanted to persuade the young waiter to at least open it, but then he thought that in Hollywood, opportunities are everywhere and only smart people can seize it. So Albert shut up, left ten dollars on the table, and then got up and left.

Andrew looked at Albert's departure back and scratched his head in annoyance. Los Angeles was really unreasonable to play cards. He had no way of understanding the behavior of these people. It was simply confusing. He put the card back in the tray, packed up two uncooked cups of coffee, and the ten dollars, then walked back into the room and placed the tray on the bar.

"What is this?" Kent Paul Enul, the owner of the coffee house, threw the coffee cup into the sink, and then saw the dark red card with two cup marks of coffee stains on it.

Andrew showed a embarrassed expression, and wanted to explain but didn't know how to explain it. He could only shrugged, "If you lose it, it should be garbage."

Kent saw doubt and irritability on that tender face, raised his eyebrows and showed a disbelief, "What if it was an important document left by the guest?" He had been in Los Angeles for nearly twenty years, and his understanding of this land was obviously beyond the reach of Andrew.

"Tip" Andrew supported his hands on the bar with helplessness and scratched his head hard, "I mean, a guest had just put it in my tray for no reason and said it was a tip. But I don't know what happened."

Kent couldn't help laughing, "Andy, are you sure you don't want to open it?" Although Kent doesn't know what's going on, this is Los Angeles, isn't it? "Maybe nothing is it, but maybe there will be surprises. Isn't the reason you came to Los Angeles because you believe in miracles?"

Kent handed over the card. Andrew looked at Kent blankly, but he didn't move for a long time, but Kent was unwilling to give up and looked at him straight. Andrew finally lost. As a result, the card muttered words in his mouth and couldn't hear clearly. Then he opened the card, which was a line of black font, "August 25, 10 o'clock in the evening, Lancelot Strello is waiting for your arrival." The specific address is written below.

Andrew seemed not to understand the meaning of the invitation, read it twice, and then handed it to Kent.

Kent glanced at it, his eyes widened, and he patted Andrew on the shoulder hard, "Jesus Christ, if you threw it away just now, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Andrew still didn't react, and Kent couldn't help but feel speechless, "Lancelot Strello? Party? Isn't this clear enough?"

Andrew blinked, "You mean, that Lancelot Strello?"

"The only Lancelot Strello." Kent raised his eyebrows, threw a charming look in a slight manner, and gave an affirmative reply. Andrew's head was directly knocked out.

After leaving the beach of Venice, Albert drove straight to Malibu. Although there was still a long time before nightfall, Albert planned to go there in the afternoon and have a brief exchange with Lance before the party. At night, Lance was probably surrounded by flowers, and I'm afraid there was no time to say hello.

Malibu is full of luxury houses, but the entire street is very quiet. Compared with the hustle and bustle of Beverly Hills, this place is a real paradise. Because the layers of trees and vegetation at the door of the mansion are firmly separated from the sight of the street, even if paparazzi comes here, it is difficult to capture more information. This is why many celebrities are willing to buy real estate here.

Relying on a small hill, the lush trees rolled along the curve of the hill, and the outline of the villa could be vaguely seen, but there was no clear view of any specific lines. It was not so much a villa, but the silence and ease came from the solemn carved iron door. After pressing the doorbell, the iron door was opened for a while before it opened. Albert slowed down and drove slowly in the boulevard. The meticulous sound of wheels and gravels touching, and even the chirping of birds could be heard. All the irritation slowly settled in silent voice.

Everything seems so mysterious on the street, but in fact the boulevard is only thirty yards short. It’s just that the villa deliberately staggers from the entrance of the avenue, so even standing at the door, it is impossible to see the details of the villa. Without the surrounding of the towering trees, a small fountain entered the sight, and the car was parked around the fountain, and Gao Wen had already come out.

"So, are you here to help?" Gao Wen and Albert were also very familiar with each other, and smiled and hooked Albert's shoulder. "It just so happened that I needed someone to count some alcohol. All the alcohol was in the wine cellar, but we need to check it. Lance felt that we would not want champagne tonight. After all, it was not a formal occasion, but I think there was something missing without champagne. What do you think?"

"Where is Lance?" Albert asked with a smile, not surprised by Gao Wen's initiative.

"I'm chatting with Tom, and Wade Russell is here too." Gao Wen only mentioned two names, and Albert suddenly realized, "I thought I was early enough." Now it seems that there are people who are taking the lead.

Indeed, after Lance returned to Los Angeles, the entire Hollywood could clearly feel the undercurrent. The great victory of the "Raging Road" has changed too many things. For those companies, they must reconsider their relationship with Chaos Pictures, cooperate, hostile, non-interference, restrain? Competitors, use objects, or divide interests? More importantly, for those actors, producers, and screenwriters, Lance's every move will attract everyone's attention. No matter what the news about "Iron Man" is true or false, people will not let Lance go easily.

In fact, this is also the reason why Lance held this party. On the one hand, it was indeed a celebration banquet. The victory of the "Raging Road" made the crew members and Chaos Film staff breathe a sigh of relief. This victory also means that Chaos Film finally bid farewell to the trembling days of fear and fear. On the other hand, it is a clever way to borrow the east wind. Since it is now under the attention of everyone, Lance will take the opportunity to prepare for the cast lineup of "Iron Man" and "Invincible Hulk". The most important thing is that Chaos Film needs to absorb more fresh blood. They cannot rely on a set of cast casts to conquer the world. The more talents such as Albert, Hayden, Newton, and Edgar, the better. They need at least two to three sets of lineups to ensure that Chaos Film can operate the shooting of different works at the same time.

"So, aren't you going to take me to a tour of the new house?" Albert said with laughter and cry at Gao Wen.

Gao Wen stood in the hall, turned around, facing Albert, and opened his hands, "Look, this is the new house, you've seen it."

Albert looked speechless. Just this hall, he could not see the whole view when standing at the door. He could only see the circular dance floor in the center. The living room with beige, white and sky blue on the left was not visible at all. The kitchen made of logs on the right was only visible in one corner. However, the glass wall composed of artistic techniques in front of him could see the green garden and blue swimming pool behind. "Wait, is that swimming pool a swimming pool brought in by sea?" Albert widened his eyes in surprise, because he saw the rippling swimming pool that was actually connected to the sea, and it was spectacular just by a glimpse.

"Yes." Gao Wen walked up quickly, "If you are curious, you can go and experience it yourself later." Gao Wen forced himself to put Albert's shoulder and walked out the door again, "But now, the wine cellar needs you." The wine cellar is not in the room, but in the garden on the other side.
Chapter completed!