Hollywood Lover

"Oh, **** it! How come there are so many people in my store? What, you and Dirk teamed up to cheat me? Use my store to make money for you? Okay, I want you to know that I That's amazing!" Clifford took out his phone, stared bull-eyed at Chef Dirk, who was trying to hide in the crowd, but couldn't escape his eyes, and yelled at them in a demonstrative way: "I want to call the police!"

Call the police? Oh no! God, don't send Andy and Dirk to jail for my movie!

  Zhang Dongcheng was in a hurry, and hurried over with the camera on his shoulders, bowing again and again: "Mr. Boss, hello, don't blame Andy and Deke, I asked them to do this."

"Who are you? Who are you kid?" Clifford realized something was wrong at this moment. It didn't seem like a large group of people were eating and drinking for free in their own store. There was a camera and high-end-looking lights here. Stands and spotlights, several reflectors, and even a simple retractable rocker dolly!

   What is this doing, filming in my store? Clifford was thinking in a daze, and his tone of questioning Zhang Dongcheng gradually calmed down.

Sure enough, the oriental man with the camera said loudly: "My name is Smith, and I'm Andy's good friend. I'm a student of the Directing Department of the London Film Academy. I'm making a movie. Andy is my good friend, and I'm also a good friend of mine. Starred in my movie and I asked him to help me find some free locations to shoot some of it. That's why we show up at your pizzeria in the middle of the night, Ken please don't blame him , let alone call the police, if you don’t want to, I will immediately restore this place to its original state, and we will leave immediately.”

  Clifford squinted his eyes, not knowing whether it was a good or bad expression, he just frowned and looked at Dongfang's face, looking very young and energetic Zhang Dongcheng: "Why, are you really making a movie?"

"Yes, Mr. Clifford, I'm an acting teacher at BADA Art School. My name is Tom. We are indeed making a film. If you think we are doing this badly, we will leave immediately. You don't have to call the police over there. It’s such a trouble.” Tom also stood up and explained like Clifford.

Perhaps it was Tom BADA’s identity as an acting teacher at the Art School that proved everything. Clifford’s exasperation changed, and his flushed face suddenly smiled: “Making a movie? Are you really making a movie in my store? Hey, will it be in Released in the UK? Is this movie good?"

   Zhang Dongcheng took a deep breath and replied loudly: "Mr. Clifford, our movie is a movie that will surely shock the world, and it will be exhibited at the Cannes International Film Festival in France!"

  Smart, he knew that this guy, Clifford, was obviously moved. As the owner of the pizzeria, he naturally knew that if the movie became popular, the pizzeria would be popular too!

   As for whether it can be a blockbuster at the Cannes International Film Festival in France, now is not the time to back down, of course it is foolish if you can.

"If Mr. Clifford can let us shoot here, we will have a close-up shot of the signboard of the delicious pizzeria in the movie! And, you can play a role in my movie for free!" With a turn for the better, he hurriedly hit the snake with the stick and made an offer that no normal person could refuse to the owner of the pizzeria.

"Hey, I can still act in movies? Is it true?" Clifford couldn't hold back immediately. You must know that most people in the British and American countries have a very strong desire to act, which is different from the reserved Chinese. Their desire to perform can be called excitement!

"That's right! You can become a movie star among pizzeria owners! The pizzeria will be overwhelmed by movie fans! If it were me, I would immediately expand the front door." Adaman also came up and shook his head. .

   And Clifford didn't speak any more, just picked up the phone and dialed it.

how? Not very interested? Why are you still calling the police?

  The originally relaxed expressions of the people froze again, and they all looked at Clifford with a serious face extremely nervously.

   But Zhang Dongcheng opened his mouth, but didn't speak. He just put down the camera weakly and frustrated, thinking about other thoughts in his mind.

  Maybe, I need to find another place to shoot.

"Hey, dear wife, come to my store, I'm going to be a movie actor, haha! Can't think of it, come on, I think the director will definitely reserve a role for you, um, if he doesn't agree I'll call the police! Haha!"

  Clifford's words turned around, and Zhang Dongcheng couldn't help laughing like everyone else.

  This laughter gradually breaks through the darkness, the somewhat gloomy weather in London, bringing a tinge of joy, and the satisfaction of completing a favorite cause.

  The scene in the pizzeria was quickly completed. Looking at the watch, it was almost six o'clock in the morning.

  Dongfang showed fishy belly, and the crew dispersed, while Zhang Dongcheng and the excited fat Andy sat on the side of the road in front of the pizza shop, chatting without saying a word.

   "Smoking? Director Smith." Andy took out a pack of cigarettes, and stretched them out in front of Zhang Dongcheng flatteringly.

   Smiled, Zhang Dongcheng took one with confidence, and lit the fire under Andy's hospitality.

   "Huh!" He took a deep breath, and the pungent smell of British tobacco was sucked into his lungs heavily along with the smoke, and then he spit it out heavily.

   "Hey, Director Smith, you look cool smoking, I think there must be a lot of girls like you?" Andy also lit one, leaning against the telephone pole, and asked with a smile.

"Oh NO, what you said is just the opposite. No girl has ever favored me in the whole four years, or they have never looked at me directly. Chinese people want to be a director, and my dream makes them feel weird. By the way, I am a person. It must be very unreliable." Zhang Dongcheng sat lazily, straightened his legs, held the cigarette in his hand, and replied with his head tilted.

"Speaking of dreams, Mr. Smith, you also know my dreams. I want to know, from your professional point of view, whether I have a future as an actor and can I gain anything?" Andy seemed to suddenly think of something , sat up straight, and asked a little nervously.

   "Do you want to hear the truth, or lies?" Zhang Dongcheng said with a smile, and flicked out the smoked cigarette, drawing an arc.

"Of course it is the truth! Really, I really want to know, I really want to know if my persistence is meaningful. You know, I am twenty-eight years old, and I am not young anymore." Andy was younger than himself Zhang Dongcheng, who was eight years old, looked like a child in front of him, and said timidly.

"To tell the truth... your performance is heavy, your experience is not rich, your movements are rigid, and your comprehension ability is not very good. You can only play a supporting role. To be honest, if you continue your dream of being an actor, you may meet You'll be bloodied, and you won't get anything in the end." Zhang Dongcheng put away his playful expression and said seriously.

  After hearing Zhang Dongcheng's words, Andy was a little frustrated, and couldn't help but bowed his head and remained silent.

   "What's wrong?" Zhang Dongcheng asked knowingly.

   "It's nothing, well, I think after I finish this "Tuner", I just need to be a waiter, maybe this is what I should walk." Andy groaned for a long time before holding back this sentence.

   "Oh? You really think so? Don't you want to hear the second half of my sentence?" Zhang Dongcheng finally laughed again.

  Andy raised his head in confusion, and looked at Zhang Dongcheng, wondering what his words meant.

"Is lack of talent a reason to give up on dreams? Is lack of experience a reason to shrink back? These are not problems for a person who really insists on his dream! The most important thing is to ask you Do you want to change your heart, do you want to take it seriously, do you want to put in a hundred times the sweat and effort for it!" Zhang Dongcheng took out the cigarette case from Andy's pocket on his own initiative, lit another cigarette, and fiercely Take a sip.

   "I..." Andy was silent again.

"If you have a dream, go after it. If you have a purpose, you have the meaning of living! Of course, the kind of people who dream big at night, wake up in the morning, and still go the same way are not worthy of talking about the word dream! Dream is fire, it burns We, boil our blood, dreams are light, it guides our direction, guides our soul. Andy, it is a good thing to have a dream, let it go, do it hard! Even if only a miracle happens to realize our dream Dream, then a miracle will definitely happen!" Zhang Dongcheng said impassionedly, and patted Andy's shoulder heavily.

  Andy's eyes half understood, but the fire inside followed Zhang Dongcheng's words, and began to rise and burn hot.

"Andy, thank you! You are the ones who gave my movie a chance to succeed, and I will never forget the help you gave me." Zhang Dongcheng stood up and walked towards the house, halfway, but suddenly turned his head , Said to Andy who was still sitting under the street lamp.

   "Haha, it's nothing, we can be considered friends!" Andy smiled and rubbed his head.

   "Of course, they are friends. Friends for life!" Zhang Dongcheng nodded heavily, took a deep breath of the cigarette, then threw the cigarette **** that was about to burn out on the ground, stomped it out heavily with his feet, and continued on his way.

   Just turned his back to Andy, waved his right hand, goodbye!

  Andy stared blankly at Zhang Dongcheng who was walking far away, watching a round of red sun suddenly jumping up from the horizon, bathing his back in a piece of gold, admirable like a god.