King of Hollywood

Adrian just finished. Simpson hasn't answered, Harvey? Weinstein's eyes first lit up.

“I have no doubt about that, so Don must get better as soon as possible, and there are more great films waiting for you.” He said swiftly, hidden in the colour of God is excitement.

Though Bravery Island failed to make it to the end of Thanksgiving to Christmas due to late production, it was set to be released in the New Year's season, whether it was an internal or a public screening, and was commercially acclaimed. Although the Weinstein brothers started out as independent films and had a good reputation, without Adrian's presence, Miramax now has a higher reputation.

But their ambitions are not limited to that: being a big company alongside the seven biggest movie companies in Hollywood is their goal, otherwise why do they always want to invest in big productions? Adrian now gives them this opportunity, and at the internal screening, they have a very good view of the business prospects of "Breaking the Island of Death" - which the Weinstein brothers have fought for at least a decade in Hollywood, and certainly there is - and they keep screaming after the screening, naturally wanting to do more.

“Don't worry, Harvey, there's always a chance, right, Don?” Adrian laughed in his heart and said to the helper.

It is also good to continue working with Simpson and Brookheimer, who, as I said earlier, although he has a commercial rhythm, would not have had the title of a gold medal producer, but who pursues commercial value while also catering to the tastes of mainstream society, is less likely than Simpson. Adrian would like to know what it would be like to have Simpson in some films, if it could be smoothed out. Teach Michael? Belle's not bad either.

Michael? Bei is a pretty good director, but once you combine the producers, you forget a little, so, build up his set completely without considering other situations. But with his step-by-step success, claiming producer power is something that every famous director would do, so one can only hope to learn something from where he stands higher than Brookheimer's.

Of course, some films are still as good as they are, and Simpson has something he's not good at, which needs to be carefully thought out and grasped.

“Of course, there will be opportunities.” Simpson replied with a smile, knowing that Adrian had warned him more than once about the problem of drug addiction, and that this near-death had also made him realize the precious value of life, which he was somewhat grateful for. What's more, Adrian's current reputation, whether in directorship, production or otherwise, counts as the middle of the day, how could he speculate?

Even if it's all vague, it's settled, and a few people say a few more words, and Adrian starts to get a little distracted.

Weinstein noticed his condition and said, "Well, it looks like Ed's attention has shifted to something else, and we're not going to hold him back. ”

With his eyes squeezed against Adrian and a bit of envy on his face, others would laugh. Simpson probably didn't know what was happening because of the retraining during this time, and he whispered a few words and then reacted, showing the same smile as them.

“Harvey's right. We can't hold you back, Ed. Go.” He said haha.

Watching these people shake their heads laughingly, Adrian walked straight to the other side of the lobby. Today's party is not for the upcoming show of Bravery Island. Today's party...

“Hi Gwinnie, you look really pretty today.” He came to a tall, picky woman dressed in a white long-sleeved dress.

“Oh, Ed, you finally came.” Gwyneth turned her head and looked at him in the spring breeze with a charming and glamorous smile.

The two men next to her wanted to say a few words, and when they saw the scene, they realized they were dead. But that doesn't prevent them from turning to Adrian. Beautiful women like Patrol treat men so intimately, needless to say, know who they are.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Adrian. Paul? Hansen."

“Hello, Mr. Adrian. I'm Carl? Dreyfus."

Two men started introducing themselves, Adrian nodded politely, shook their hands and chilled. These two guys are brokers and he's the one who handles the show? Officer, although I haven't heard the name, Adrian doesn't show impatience or disdain, which is one of the most basic etiquette of socializing. People with a good upbringing, even if they despise each other very much, don't show up on their faces.

Hansen and Dreyfus were also very intriguing, knowing that Adrian and Gwennis had something to say and that they had left shortly after two impressive conversations.

“How many dials is this?” After greeting the waiter with the plate and taking two glasses of champagne, Adrian asked.

“You've been watching my side. You should know.” Gwyneth shrugged her shoulders, the corners of her mouth curved and her golden hair drooped from both sides of the curl to make her look clearer.

“Congratulations, Gwinnie.” Adrian raised his cup and sighed pretentiously: “You're better than me now, and the film critics are now saying that I haven't been sincere in that film lately. ”

And his disturbing look made Gwyneth giggle: "Oh, come on, Ed, that's just a handful of people, everyone knows they're blowing their hair for flaws. ”

“But I still feel bad.” Adrian spread his hands out innocently.

It's a bit of bad luck to get up. He's been careful to fill in the loopholes in the original when he directs "The Brave Heart," except for the necessary things, like the Scottish dress, like that British film critic Johnny? Mr. Stanley said it was to distinguish between two true figures, or Isabel's age, for Sophie? Marcel, and enrich William further? Wallace's image.

But after all, he was the first to lead the Cold Arms War scene, and leakage was inevitable. The helmet he was talking about appeared for a while, and after watching the film critique, he also flipped out and studied it, for a total of only twenty seconds, much better than the original one when the sword was in his hand and empty-handed. And the whole movie was basically a problem in one place, but the other caught me right there and then propagated like there were loopholes everywhere.

Admittedly, however, this Mr. Stanley does know a lot about Hollywood, at least the ironic description of Isabelle later is the original plot, and Adrian laughed when he read it here.

“In that case, should I sigh with you?” Gwyneth blinked and deliberately said so.

“Oh, of course not, darling, you should be happy today, knowing that this is your first nomination for the best actress.” Adrian laughed immediately.

Yes, the first female lead nomination, but not O? Scarlett is the Golden Globe. Every year, the Golden Globe Awards publish a nomination list in mid-December, and this time Gwyneth is named for Emma. But that's not what Adrian meant. He wanted to go straight to the big boat for her? Scarlett was nominated for the best actress, but Miramax, who was responsible for issuing it, reported to the Golden Globe Awards, and after a PR appointment, she was nominated for the best actress.

When Gwyneth got the news, she was upset, and Adrian pushed the boat, and someone prepared a wine party to celebrate, even though it was Harvey? Weinstein acted on his own initiative, but getting a nomination wasn't a bad thing. The Golden Globe, though? Scarlett has so much weight, but it's more reliable than the Association Award, which is a form of seniority.

Of course, you don't have to take it, Gwyneth is a little younger, and while Adrian believes that if he goes on, with the PR capabilities of the Weinstein brothers and LaVerne's help from the side, and with his resources to support him, he's more than 90 likely to get it, some things are too risky. Besides, the Golden Globe Awards would have been sickening in this regard, and if Gwennis had been involved, it would have had an impact on her future.

I'm sure Adrian won't be saying these words now, and then he comes to the corner with Gwyneth in his glass, Sir, and I have a conversation.

“The first time Mom and Dad called to congratulate me, I hadn't even reacted, just answered on the phone. Now that I think about it, I'm so stupid.” Gwyneth was excited to say that, because she drank a little too much champagne, her cheeks fluttered and her eyes seemed slight.

“Normally, I learned from my subordinates that I got an O? When Scarlett nominated the best director, he didn't feel anything. It took half a while to find out. I think I've heard the name Scarlett somewhere.” Adrian shrugged.

“Of course. Already? Scarlett, you've earned a lot of honor before, huh? Scarlett is nothing but a catch for you.” Gwyneth looked at him with a smile, and then her voice got lighter, and her eyes got a little blurred: “I love you, Ed, you're really charming, you're still so talented, but I hate you once in a while. ”

“Why?” Adrian asked knowingly, picking his eyebrows. Without waiting for Gwyneth to answer, a familiar voice came into his ear: “Do you have to ask? ”

Kate in a pink dress? Blanchett appeared before them, and the same blonde hair was slightly shorter and straighter, making her look more English, and in contrast to this outfit, had a distinct charm in the apparent contrast. Especially the long skirt with a high fork, almost to the root of the thigh, the long leg half hidden bare outside, makes one want to fantasize about the scenery inside the skirt. She also had an unintelligible smile on her glass, her face was also blushing and she looked like she drank a lot, which was quite tempting.

“Hi, Kate, I'm so glad you're here to celebrate.” Gwyneth leaned over to Adrian for the first time and bit the words "celebration party” very hard.

“Oh, of course, after all, you did a great job in Emma, Gwinnie,” Blanchett said with a smile, "if Ed hadn't chosen you as the lead actress, it would have been terrible. ”

Gwyneth's face changed slightly, but it wasn't obvious, and she still had a smile on her face: "Perhaps, but I envy you, Ed, for inviting you to play" Speed of Life and Death. "”

Blanchett bit his lower lip gently and was very subtle, except for Adrian, who nobody noticed, including Gwyneth.

“That's true, I can still recall Ed's sincerity.” Her eyes swirled towards Adrian, her grey blue eyes and Gwyneth's grey green.

“Yeah, so we all got good characters, didn't we?” Gwyneth laughed cunningly with a hint of indiscretion.

Adrian grinned in his heart as he watched the two lip and tongue swords fight each other, and had previously seen Blanchett in conversation with Weinstein and others. It's just that most of the attention goes to Weinstein et al., and Gwennis, and Blanchett is very good at covering herself up, usually only seeing the back, so he's not sure, he didn't expect her to actually come.

“Well, two beautiful ladies, let's change the subject.” Adrian's voice then interrupted two women who wanted to fight further and couldn't let them go on like this.

“I'm a little tired, Ed, so why don't we get some rest.” Gwyneth hummed Blanchett and said softly with Adrian's arm.

“I have something important to talk to you about, Ed. Maybe we could go outside?” Blanchett plundered the hairs between her ears, looking careless.

It's like forcing Adrian to make a choice, but is he that easy to deal with? And I coughed up and watched them say in a serious tone: "I have a long luggage room on the top floor of this hotel, and I can go straight up in the elevator, maybe we can talk there together? ”

When this phrase comes out, both women are forced to show their stunned faces, and this invitation can be either very ordinary or very unusual.

Angry Gods flashed out of Blanchett's eyes, just about to say no, and after seeing Gwyneth, another rage rose out of her mind. The other side held Adrian's arm, and the whole person put it on him, without concealing the provocative character of his pride.

Looking back at the comparisons cited in the media, the grievances and anger that had accumulated over time completely diverted the target, and the effect of that little bit of alcohol, Blanchett's words changed.

“Happy to be with you," she lifted her chest, her chin high, and she was as arrogant as a queen--

Blanchett's eyelashes moved, seemingly wandering between waking and unwaking, slightly moving her naked body under the quilt and then moving her arms. Mumbling in the ear, it was very low but not seductive, and there was a smooth, soft feeling in the hand.

She subconsciously pinched the knob, the mumbling noise suddenly became quite loud, the confused Blanchett raised her head, her eyes remained closed, her instincts found a place to make this sound, blocking it with her mouth. The sucking sound of the kiss started to sound like she was guiding, but then the other party started to fight, and you came and went to me, and you instantly irritated her nerves, and your hands held each other upstream and caressed each other.

But as she became more and more sober, she suddenly realized something was wrong. How could the other person's body be so soft? Especially when she's half-turned and wants to squeeze each other, how can the touch from her chest be so strange? To think of it, Blanchett busily opened her eyes, and the other person seemed to find something as open.

Although the room was a little dim, it was already daytime outside, and through the light that penetrated, the two finally saw each other's faces, the two shouted and pushed each other backwards. And then Blanchett's back hit a big chest with a familiar voice, and he was like, “Hey, babies, take it easy, okay? ”

“Ed?” Blanchett was shocked to ask, "This was a whisper, climbing up from the ground, and Gwyneth couldn't get dressed and pulled open the window curtains.

When the dazzling sun came in, Blanchett squeezed her eyes, blocked her hand before adjusting, sat down with a quilt, some blindly watched Gwyneth, who was equally vaguely kneeling on the floor, pulling the quilt over her chest with nothing on, and Adrian, who stood up half lying there laughing and hip-hopping, equally naked, and something never seemed to soften and hold it up high.

“This is... what's going on?” Blanchett asked, but when she swept around, she knew the answer.

The room was a mess, not to mention all the clothes and all the messy furniture that had been moved, and you could tell what had happened last night just by looking at the big, messy bed next to it.

“Ed, what's going on?" Blanchett scowled angrily at Adrian.

“As you can see, that's it," Adrian put his hands on it, "I don't think you'd forget, would you? ”

He stretched out his fingers and turned to the head: "Remember, Kate, you should be able to remember. ”

Blanchett took a deep breath and forced herself to hold on to the anger and find it in her memory. She remembered that Adrian had invited them to a room on the roof of the hotel to talk to her during the battle with Gwyneth's lip and tongue. She also knew what it might mean, and she wanted to refuse, but Gwyneth provoked first, and she said yes as soon as she was hot.