Best Actor

    "Now calm down?" Sean brought a glass of water and put it in front of Frederick.

      He hit it hard, and it hurt for a long time.

    "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've been wondering why Chicharelli is doing this and what's in it for him. Then I thought of someone you mentioned earlier, William Hoberg , you say he's Miramax's representative, right?" Sean mulled over his words, "So I wonder if he instructed Chicharelli to do this?"

    "There is a possibility," Frederick pondered, "Ciccharelli is just an assistant, if no one supports you, I will not dare to humiliate you so blatantly, especially if you are still ignorant. Guerra insists on using the actor, and Miramax is the one who doesn't want you to play the male lead, so it's very likely... This is simple, as long as we find someone to find out if they have contacted before this, we can protest this. ."

    "That's exactly what I'm going to say, Fred," Sean gestured calmly, "remember on the crew side, when he cut the pay for the first time, you What did he say to me? He wanted to **** me off, he wanted me to make a bad impression. Now it seems he **** me off to get me to go to Minghella for support."

    "You mean he wants to consume Mingra..." Frederick thought.

    "That's right," 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 Yes, they don't know either. I can go to Mingra once or twice for support, but can I go on forever, even if Chicharelli and Hoberg get kicked out because of this, but there are other people doing little things, Miramax could not have sent someone to follow up, and no amount of patience would be worn away. At that time, Minglao would probably think that I was useless, and then find a few people with some weight to protest together and give up on me. is likely to be very large.”

    Frederick pursed his lips and did not speak, Sean sighed, if the battle between Reese and Stevenson made him appreciate the utilitarian side of Hollywood, then Chicharelli The small gestures let him know how unscrupulous they were.

    "Besides that," he continued, "Minghella couldn't have been on set all the time, he must have other things, if he left for a day or two, and Chicharelli or Huo Berg chose to irritate me at that time. Once I couldn't stand it and threatened to quit, even if I woke up immediately, they would take the opportunity to make this a fait accompli and just issue a press release. Method."

    "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 is only three points. One, it’s hard to say who wins and who loses, and we have very few trump cards, so we have to be careful not to reveal flaws, so that those who are scheming can take advantage. For me, as long as I can be safe in the crew To play this role, that is victory!"

    "Damn it, I'm really unwilling." The manager was silent for a moment, and then said something bitterly.

    "It's alright, Fred," Sean laughed at this moment, he looked out the balcony, it was evening in Los Angeles again, and the dim light made everything look stale , "Just treat this as a test. Since a miracle is to be created, there is always a price to pay. We have already created half a miracle. No matter how many difficulties there are, we will continue to do so. So, let alone 300,000 yuan. The salary, even if they cut it down to 200,000 in the end, even if they don’t even give the salary, I won’t say anything, I just need to seize this opportunity tightly and use this opportunity to prove myself, that’s enough!”

    He took a deep breath and looked at his agent without blinking: "I assure you, Fred, as long as he can successfully make it to the big screen this time, at most In five or six years, I'll have those producers, waving tens of millions of cheques, begging me for roles."

    Sean said it very seriously, and with an indescribable confidence, as if he had already become famous, so that Frederick was a little dazed.

    In the end, the manager sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and said in a teasing tone: "Five or six years? That's a long time, if there really is a terrifying king at the end of this year. I can't see it at all."

    "Okay, Fred," Shawn shook his head and smiled, "Well then, after the movie is over, you can arrange the script for me, as long as you recommend it , I'm all next, how about it?"

    "Then it's settled!" Frederick jumped up immediately, as if he was afraid that he would regret it, and adjusted his clothes: "I know what to do, but although In this way, some rights can still be fought for.”

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

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

    "They actually agreed?" Sean was quite surprised.

    "Of course, when I made it clear to Chiciarelli that it would be fine even if he didn't get paid, he had a very bad face and kept saying that it wouldn't be like that," Frederick spread out Hand, "So later I proposed that when I wanted to pay two-thirds of the salary in advance, he agreed immediately."

    "So, he needs more face?" Sean asked with interest.

    "I don't think so, he just thinks this trick is useless." The agent pouted, "Okay, let's not talk about this topic, I will not make a commission for the 200,000, wait for you After you get the remaining 100,000, give it to me, you have a lot of places to use your money now."

    "Like?" Sean thought for a while.

    "In addition to buying some more outfits, you now need a publicist, an accountant, and an assistant. You are somewhat famous in Hollywood, although the media does not report much, but the circle Knowing that Minghella has hired a rookie to be the male lead in "The Genius Ripley", so you have to have some star demeanor." Frederick tapped his chest lightly, "You have to understand, all the big stars. Everyone has their own team.”

     "Don't worry, I'm not someone who doesn't listen to opinions," Sean smiled and patted his shoulder, "You are more familiar with these than I am, so recommend a better PR and accountant Well, as for the assistant, I'll think about it."

    When Frederick left, Sean let out a long sigh, took out the check again, and seemed a little unbelievable. This is the biggest sum of money he has ever gotten in his past and present life, and he is still a rookie actor, and this is still half his salary. No wonder Frederick said before that those people would spare no expense in order to become famous.

    He reached out and rubbed his face, and he quickly recovered. It is undeniable that Sean's mentality is really good. Then, he began to think about the candidates for assistants. There is no doubt that in the current situation, he must find someone he can trust, but he has only been in Los Angeles for more than half a year, so he can have a few familiar and trustworthy people. ?

    However, when Frederick mentioned this, he subconsciously thought of the candidate, and now after walking around the room, he finally picked up the phone.

    "Hi, I'm calling some daydreaming guy. If he's not listening, he must have woken up before, so please leave a message if you want to say anything." With this self-deprecating voice prompt, Sean couldn't help but smile.

    "Hey Galen, it's me, Sean, I'm looking for you," he said immediately, "Call me back as soon as you hear this message, you know my phone..."

    Before he finished speaking, there was a click, and then a surprised voice sounded: "Sean?"

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

    "You mean I can hold up my pants and endure the urge to have something gushing out of my **** and stagger into the living room to answer your call?" the other snorted.

      You were already lifting your pants when you called."

    "Okay, you bastard," there suddenly laughed out loud, "what's the matter? By the way, I watched the episodes of "Friends" that you starred in, so what? Good job, man, get Rachel's autograph for me?"

    "Um..." Sean was at a loss for words, but he didn't forget it, but before he had time to speak, what happened that night, 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 that, and then quickly changed the subject, "By the way, how are you doing?"

     "Not much has changed," he sighed, "I just sort out the goods in the hypermarket every day, what else can I do, it's far from my dream."

    "If Mr. Li knew that you didn't give up, he would definitely talk to you again." Sean said with a smile.

    "Don't even think about it, I'll stay far away," although the other side said so, but still obviously guilty, "Don't say this, at least I'm better than Neil Dude, that guy now sells lawn mowers all over the place every day. Speaking of which, the job is boring, but at least he bought his own car.”

    "Congratulations, Galen, you finally have your own car." Sean wondered how to speak, "When will you drive to Los Angeles and let me see."

    "No problem, by the way, do you have anything to do with me?" The other side immediately asked.

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

    The "job?" is a little weird there.

     "Yes, $400 a week, plus $8 an hour, endless parties, and the ability to meet big Hollywood stars at any time." Sean said persuasively.

    "What job?" There was immediate curiosity.

    "Um..." Sean dragged his voice, "My assistant."