King of Hollywood

Nevertheless, it doesn't mean that the reporters in the major newspaper can't write anything. You know, this scandal has been a headline for a few days, and the sales of the first small piece of material have been broken, so how can they put it away? Journalists in major newspapers can do more professionally than tabloids, either in exaggerated or implicit terms.

For example, that very obscure suggestion was interpreted by them as if it were not, as if Adrian and Julia might try to date, but they might not date again. Unlike tabloids, they go completely straight, they exaggerate as much as they can - not to exclude, of course, that they don't understand the implication at all.

The public's enthusiasm for gossip is inconceivable. Whether it is the tabloid's exaggerated reports or the big-time analysis of the newspaper, it has been welcomed by them, making them talk more after tea meals.

All in all, between June 4th and June 7th, this rumor frequently appeared in major entertainment media and was quite eye-catching. Julia's fans were mostly neutral, but there were also some more radical guys, yelling, "That man can't take her” and expressing dissatisfaction with Adrian.

Unfortunately, Adrian couldn't hear those voices, and his fans were too lazy to argue about them, except for the cult fans who loved the Lowlife. Of course, another reason is that his fans are far less than Julia's, after all, the director behind the scenes is far less attractive than the big star at the front desk.

Adrian is busy right now, not with the scandals, which have been handed over to Roger and Payne, and he just needs to come out and cooperate in due course, far less often than Julia. The director, the producer, should stay behind the scenes, and he has his own goals to achieve. If he goes to the front desk and shows himself to be a public figure, then there's only one word to describe it: idiot.

His main busy business had to do with the script, and there were a lot of other movie companies at Dennis' party who, in addition to inviting Dennis to some roles, wanted to get a script or two from Adrian.

To this day, Adrian and his writing team are well known throughout the circle, but in two years, nearly twenty screenplays were born out of their hands, and there's hardly anything unprofitable about them that even the best writers in Hollywood can't do.

Of course, everyone knows who is at the heart of the screenwriting team, and at least one third of these scripts were written by Adrian himself, while the other two thirds were all concepts provided by him, complemented by other writers.

Generally, film companies rarely sign a contract with a screenwriter, most of them a script, unless some films are very profitable and it is certain that more than one sequel will be necessary for the screenwriter to sign several copies in advance. Practices such as the Bosworth Film Industry, while not unique, are rare.

There have also been private, sour writers who have said something that has stifled the creative enthusiasm and inspiration of writers, and sooner or later they will face no story to write, but there are still a lot of writers who tend to fall for it. The Screenwriters' Union also closed its eyes because Adrian's contract was relaxed, the pay was fairly good, even though it was on par with the general company, and there was no need for the writer to have a reputation as long as his abilities passed, which was undoubtedly a good opportunity for the unwilling writers.

Producers don't give a shit, they just want the benefit, and whoever writes a good script, they wave a check at whoever. It shouldn't be possible right now to have Adrian direct another movie company - well, maybe, but hopes are slim - so it's better to get a few more valuable scripts from him.

Adrian did not mind selling the script to them, he had entered the entertainment industry as a writer and had established relations with the major companies at the earliest, which, although no longer important as the company developed, were important for the script itself. The first reference to each film is the script, and an excellent and valuable script attracts directors and actors.

But how it was distributed was key, and Adrian had a lot of script ideas, but not so much that he could squander them, and he had six scripts at a time because he needed them, and now he doesn't need them. Besides, the fact that these scripts made money in previous generations does not mean that they must also make money now, and the different directors and actors can cause some key changes. The more small the cost of films, the smaller the cost of films tends to look at the director's personal style, such as a vulgar comedy sold to Warner last year, has already lost its price.

So which scripts are given to which companies this needs to be considered, for example, the best relationship with Universal, Paramount -- the former because of Spielberg, plus Adrian's confidence in the future, and the latter because Claude is still watching Diller and Ray Stone compete. Dinesh, Fox, then Warner, generally, as for MGM and Colombia, not at all.

While all of this can be left to Roger and LaVerne, it's largely up to Adrian to decide what to do, for example, to select the script concepts to be completed by the writers now, or which one to complete first. And besides that, there's a script that's going to be ready before the summer vacation, the one for Liv.

Adrian's choice of film fits the image of Liv, an 18th-century girl in classical clothing, riding a white horse, pure and kind, and also a vase. However, despite talking to Liv a lot of time that day, he still didn't fully understand the girl, who sometimes looked naive and sometimes behaved cunningly.

“You did a great job on MTV. Can we talk about how you feel?” Adrian asked.

“Oh, it was a good experience, I learned a lot, and the boys I worked with were cute.” Liv replied with a smile and a raised corner of his mouth and a clear blue eye card, which was the standard answer when he was on TV.

“What are your plans for your future?” And when Adrian asked the question, she first answered, “I don't know, maybe an actor, maybe a model like Mom. ”

But she added: “Someone will always give me appropriate advice. ”

Liv still had a charming, pure smile when he said it, just something seemed to have flashed through his eyes. Adrian had a hard time making judgements, and I have to say that her innocent, beautiful face was a good cover for a lot of things, even though Adrian designed this outfit for her.

But it's okay, there's still time, and he doesn't expect to figure it out so soon. Liv is just a teenage girl who has neither a molded personality like Monica or Julia, who knows what she wants, nor Sarah or Kersten, who can do anything she wants, nor Charlize or Natalie, who often stay in everything and know each other. So... take your time. Besides, Adrian's instincts tell him that the attitude that Liv gave him earlier that doesn't matter to everything is true and credible.

Well, these are the next things, anyway, there are several scripts that he needs to outline and get the writers to complete, and the reason it's so urgent is because Adrian has to go back to New York, and in addition to finishing filming a new film, there's an important thing waiting for him to do, and it's almost time.

Although the bright sun has climbed into the sky, the rooms are still quite dim as the curtains are all pulled up. This is an overall pollinated bedroom, but not so obvious, with books all over the desk, messy yet orderly, and little furniture in place. It can be seen that the owner of the bedroom is very knowledgeable and should be a teenage girl, as the chair near the bed has a few small women's clothes on it.

At this time, on the bed, under a thin quilt, the petite figure is constantly creeping, and there is low wheezing. If you listen carefully, you'll notice that the wheeze is actually full of tempting groans.

Suddenly, the originally peristaltic petite figure stopped, but a second later, the frequency increased and the originally intermittent groans became much higher. Another few seconds later, as the sound was deliberately suppressed and the scream briefly rang, the petite figure suddenly tightened and trembled under the quilt.

Half a day later, the tremor finally ended, and the petite figure became much softer. Then, a head with hair and silky sweat stretched out from under the quilt, with an obsessed smile on the pillow slightly panting.

After about a few minutes, the girl finally reacted, and the expression became disgusting, but more disturbing. She climbed up from the bed, went down and looked at her fingers covered in liquid, looked at the bed again, not much on it.

The shy and uneasy look flashed over the girl's face, biting her teeth and walking into the bathroom. After removing the top and wet underpants, bathing under the sprinkler head and purposely washing her lower body, the girl came to the mirror to dry her body.

Looking at the petite, already developing, full of tempting greenery, the girl couldn't help but close her eyes and cover her face and sigh. This is the third time since that day that it's normal for me to have * dreams and then * things like that at my age, but how come they happen so often? What's even more shameful is that the face in the dream... and the face she's wrapped around is so clear.

“Damn it, Nada, how did you end up like this? How did you end up like this?” The girl bowed her body down on the sink and mumbled with her eyes closed.

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