Hollywood Road

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The cool night breeze blew from the west and landed on the faces of the three people, extinguishing the previous heat, and making their heads stimulated by alcohol sober. Standing on the sidewalk outside the bar, James Franco was tight. Staring at the fat man ten feet away, he seemed to want to continue fighting, but the body hiding behind Murphy exposed the nature of being strong and being strong.

The fat man shook his head vigorously, as if he was a little confused by Murphy, and he hasn't fully recovered yet.

Murphy patted James Franco's arm with his backhand. Hulanlan didn't know why, and her tight body relaxed unconsciously.

With the bright street lamp, Murphy looked at the fat man’s cheek where he was hit. It was obviously swollen, and she couldn’t help but shook her head. After leaving the prison, he hadn’t fought with anyone, and never thought that Fighting is the solution to the problem, and fighting in prison is just for self-protection.

If it weren't for the fat man to take the wine bottle and smash the Fulanlan, Murphy would not punch him.

Probably gradually waking up, the fat man also looked towards Murphy, unlike the flushed face in the bar and glaring at him, he seemed a bit simple and honest when he calmed down.

Looking at the current situation, Murphy knew that the impulsive emotions of both sides had calmed down, and couldn't help but nod to the fat man.

The fat man touched the back of his head in embarrassment, stepped forward two steps, not far away, and said to Murphy, "I'm sorry about what happened just now, I was impulsive."

Hearing this, Murphy looked back at James Franco. Hulanlan didn't seem to expect that the other party would take the initiative to apologize, and she was at a loss for a while.

"It's okay." Murphy is not the kind of unreasonable person, let alone the fat man took the initiative to apologize, "I also want to say sorry to you."

The fat man touched his swollen face unconsciously.

"Are you okay?" James Franco stepped out from behind Murphy. "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No, no." The fat man waved his hand quickly, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He looked at James Franco, "I drank and was too impulsive."

James Franco is weird, but not a bad person. "I speak too loudly."

He turned his head and glared at Murphy. It wasn't this guy, would he say so loudly?

There were a lot of people around who were watching here, and a few others were following from the bar, as if they had come out specifically to wait for a good show. Not only did they not fight, they were reconciled, and there was a roar.

Seeing that the Fatty and James Franco were still sticky and said it was his fault, Murphy walked over, interrupted the two people, and reminded, "Don't let people watch the show, let's say it from another place."

He looked at James Franco, his goal has not been achieved yet, and proposed, "Let's go, I will invite you to have a supper."

"Together." He glanced at Fatty's familiar face again, and pointed to Mr. Zhou's restaurant not far away. "Just here, always give me a chance to apologize for what happened?"

The fat man hesitated, but saw that it was in Mr. Zhou's restaurant, not in a remote place, and finally nodded, "Okay...well, I'll go."

Five minutes later, the three people sat at a table by the window in Mr. Zhou's restaurant.

"My name is James Franco..." Hulanlan took the initiative to introduce, then pointed to Murphy and said, "He is Murphy Stanton."

The fat man didn't find his glasses, so he could only squint to see people, "My name is Seth Logan."

"Listen to your accent," Murphy asked tentatively, "It looks like it's Canadian."

"I only came to Los Angeles from Vancouver not long ago." The fat man touched the back of his head embarrassedly, "Come here to see if there are development opportunities."

"Development opportunities?" James Franco puzzled.

"I am a comedian."

The waiter brought a cold towel, and Seth Logan took it and put it on his face, and continued muffledly, "I want to come to Hollywood."

"It turned out to be like this..." James Franco suddenly stretched out a hand, "Recognize again, I am James Franco, you can call me Jim, I am also an actor, and I have starred in several small movies. the film."

Seth Rogen looked at him in surprise and shook his right hand mechanically.

James Franco also introduced, "This is Murphy Stanton, he is a director, a family..."

He raised his right hand, pinched his index finger and thumb together, made a small gesture, and said in an exaggerated tone, "This guy is also the owner of a very, very small film company."

"Hello." Murphy reached out and shook Seth Rogen. "It's nice to meet you."

As if not used to this form of formal greeting, Seth Rogen nodded in a daze, "Seth Rogen, a native of Vancouver, won second place in the Vancouver Amateur Comedy Contest."

At this time, the waiter brought up the dishes ordered by the three of them. They all ordered Western-style Chinese food and used knives and forks for their meals.

"I have been in Los Angeles for a while, and I couldn't find a suitable role."

During the dinner and chat, Seth Logan also explained why he was so aggressive before, "I just met with an agent today and he made some disgusting requests. I had a fight with him and I was in a bad mood, so ..."

He shrugged.

James Franco glanced at Murphy, "I said so loudly because of this guy, he insisted on letting me star in his movie."

"Hey! Hey! Jim!" Murphy knocked on the table and reminded, "We didn't quarrel because of this."

He looked at James Franco, James Franco immediately remembered Murphy's words, and his old face appeared a little embarrassed.

"You..." Seth Rogen couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Leave him alone." James Franco stuffed a piece of broccoli into his mouth, muttering as he chewed, "This guy is stingy."

"Jim, it's your fault." Murphy put down his knife and fork, took up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "Did I say you won't pay you? Did I say you want to lower your pay on purpose?"

Seth Rogen looked at Murphy and then at James Franco, confused.

Murphy picked up the water glass and took a sip, deliberately repeating the old saying, "You are ungrateful."

James Franco straightened his neck again. Just about to say something, he saw Seth Rogen next to him. He remembered what had happened in the bar. He retorted it and fell back in his stomach. He was stuffy for ten seconds before using it. The mosquito said in a grunting voice, "She... is she also in the crew?"

Murphy raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"

"That...that..." James Franco clenched his fist and coughed slightly, "I, I don't want to play against her."