King of Hollywood

Chapter 221 Thoughts (2)

“Thank you for the ride, Mr. Strong. It's a pleasure to meet you. ”

“No, no, no, no. It's an honor to have you, Miss Portman. I wish you and Mr. Corwell better cooperation.” [Search latest updates all over]

Natalie put away her smile after the taxi she saw, flashed a little haze in her eyes and sighed low, then turned to her own home.

“Honey, are you there?” Just opened the door, Ma * * 's voice came over, and she stood in the living room and looked at her with a smile, obviously noticing the taxi outside and the daughter of the taxi sitting.

“Hey, Mom, looks like your work's done? And it's going well and it suits your needs, doesn't it?” Natalie replied with a smile.

“Sure.” Shelly came over and touched her daughter's head and looked out, "What about you? You seem familiar with the driver? ”

“One of my fans, we had a great chat and signed him," Natalie threw up her tongue, "your daughter was brilliant, Ms. Shelley, she met her fans everywhere. ”

“Yes, of course,” Shelly hugged her daughter, "my Nada was the best. ”

After a pause, she rang again and asked: "By the way, I called Emily's house earlier, and she said you left shortly after. ”

“Of course, you know, I was catching up on my thesis, so I went to the library and looked up some information, and Mr. Charles said that my thesis was more rigorous and could be recommended for professional journals if supported by test results.” Natalie answered perfectly and was proud of the expression on her face, completely blind to other emotions.

“That's great. Your father will be very happy. He'll be very happy.” Shelly said with a smile.

“Of course,” Natalie sighed, "thank you, Mom. ”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you for not saying, maybe making him happier. ”

“Nada."

“Well, I'm going back to my room to do my thing, and remember to call me at dinner.” After that, Natalie slipped upstairs and left Shelley standing alone, angry and funny.

When the door closed, Natalie took a long exit, stepped to her desk and found the papers and everything, then sat down and opened them and began to verify and modify them over and over again. Adrian is right, although a paper is of little value, giving those professional scholars at best a way to think, it is enough for an actor to publish it in a professional journal.

There are few college students in Hollywood, even fewer high-profile students in prestigious universities, and few other trees outside the show. Heidi, mother of CDMA technology? Lamar is one of the most accomplished actresses outside the show, but the movie she stars will never get rid of the "vase” label.

Now that Natalie has chosen this path, she naturally wants to take a unique path. She would never want to see it described as someone's second. As long as there are other actresses called "Natalie II” in the future, so the value of this paper to her is not in the profession, but in the ability to publish it. Therefore, MIT can rule out that Harvard at Ivy League School is her choice only...

The young girl suddenly dropped her pen, closed her eyes against the back of the chair, her eyebrows wrinkled tightly, that feeling of confusion came to her mind again, let her not know what to do, the scene a few weeks ago was always haunting her.

“Hey, Natalie, have you slept with that miracle director?” A slightly sharp voice rings in his ear, not at all welcome, with a bit of pride and pride.

“What?” Natalie looked up at the book on the bench at the school stadium as if she didn't hear what they were saying.

Ever since she had a substantial relationship with Adrian, she's been building psychology for herself, and this surprise question doesn't do much, but what she didn't expect was that cheerleader Morrison would ask the question. Slater, you know they don't intersect much.

Natalie didn't have many good friends in high school, and although she had a few good relationships, she wasn't very close, either because she was a notorious actor or because she studied well and was too smart. Yes, it's true that good learners are less popular in high schools in the United States - especially those in public high schools - and under the trend of anti-intellectualism, good learners in the eyes of ordinary students can be equated with nerds.

But at the same time, Natalie was smart enough to try to excel in front of her or make a prank. It was self-painful, and she was a well-known actor. She didn't care about crowding or anything, so many girls were able to talk to her for a few words and keep a certain distance from her. Now Morrison came to her so suddenly and asked her this kind of question, which was kind of strange.

“Well, Natalie, even though our relationship isn't so good, I promise not to tell anyone, it's actually no big deal, right?” Mollison patted her on the shoulder, sat her ass down, waved, sat several of her followers down, then looked at Natalie with a smile, pretending to be curious, and mysteriously asked again: "You and the miracle director, Adrian? Colwell, have you ever been to bed? ”

Being a cheerleader, Morrison naturally has a certain charm. Her five officers, though ordinary, are quite good in shape and dance well. Of course, she also had all the bad things about cheerleaders, proud, arrogant, eye-catching, with a bunch of inaction with Banjo and a hot fight with the quarterback of the school team.

Natalie was stuck in the toilet when she was just in 10th grade, in the name of wanting to see the movie star style, but Natalie took the initiative to herself with the topic "How to moderately control your diet to stay fit” in a few words, and several girls heard a little obsessed, until Morrison came back to God and wanted to intervene to turn the situation around.

After seeing Natalie's means, Morrison never bothered her again, not even a crossover, and she still had some brains, and this situation continues to this day.

“Why should I sleep with him?” Natalie looks confused.

“Oh?” Mollison squeezed her eyes and weighed her up and down, then smiled, “Don't tell me you're still a virgin, Natalie. ”

“What are you trying to say, Mollison? If you want any gossip, I'm sorry, you should go buy a Newsweek instead of asking me.” Natalie shrugged.

“Well, I'm actually thinking... well, what I'm trying to say is...” Morrison grabbed his head, "isn't that common in Hollywood? ”

“A common phenomenon?” Natalie frowned, shook her head and wanted to get up and leave. At first she was a little worried that the guy had heard some gossip and ran over to prove it, but now it shouldn't look like it, so she didn't have to get involved with them.

“Wait, I mean...” Morrison screamed at her, waved at one of her followers, took a magazine from her and turned it over to a page before continuing: “Here's a saying, if you're having a problem in Hollywood and want to open up the situation, do something for a decision maker or producer to make them happy and happy...”

Natalie picked out the eyebrows, she kind of understood Morrison's idea, the cheerleader is graduating this year, she likes people cheering and cheering, she obviously wants to pursue greater development, so... Anyway, it's not hard for her, a new student came in last year, she quickly took the quarterback position from the original hand, Morrison left the original and now this, and the two of them ran off, they were said to have seen them rolling rain around the field at night.

A disgusting sensation of oil came out, of course, she didn't show up, just flipped the magazine cover of the other person's hand in silence, and laughed softly with a little disdain: "The Teen Reading Guide? Can you believe the words in this gossip magazine? ”

“Why not? Some of these things are exaggerated, but some of them are still useful.” Mollison said with some dissatisfaction.

“Well, you have to believe that's your business, and the only advice I can give you is that if you want to go to Hollywood, you better find a competent agent.” Natalie said to stand up, "excuse me. ”

She stopped ignoring the girls and walked outside the stadium, but could still hear them from afar.

“What's so great about it, but I made a few movies. ”

“She must have slept with a miracle director or something, and she seemed conservative on the face of it, but she was nothing but a child in private."

“Maybe Adrian doesn't even see her. Wait and see. When I go to Hollywood and meet the big guys, they'll definitely be more famous than her. I hear the miracle director is a dude. ”

Natalie had a cold face at first, angry at these intermittent words in the back, but it didn't take long to calm down, why do you have to see them like these stupid women? It's just that some things, some things that were set aside and ignored, came up and started to haunt me.

Natalie wouldn't deny it if it came to light or her parents knew about it. She believed that Adrian wouldn't deny it either. He was like that, as if nothing would shock or scare him, just...

Natalie opened her eyes, her elbows resting on the desk, her mouth covered and her face cloudy. Of course she knows the name of Adriana Playboy, and the women who might have ties to him, she's not an idiot. But she doesn't ask, Adrian doesn't say, Adrian doesn't say, she doesn't ask, she could have ignored the past, but not now, I'm afraid.

Natalie took a deep breath as she rubbed her face with some annoyance. Never mind, wait a minute, now is not a good time, wait a while, maybe there will be a better option.

Adrian didn't know what Natalie was thinking, and although he noticed something in her mind, he couldn't feel what she was worried and hesitating about for a while. To be honest, he hates this situation, this uncontrolled situation, and... the feeling that something was wrong, like a ghost, came up again.

Forget it, we'll talk about it later. You can't just guess. Adrian ended up choosing to put it on hold.

Then he went to his uncle's house, listened to some "tutoring” as usual, and then his aunt complained about it because he didn't bring Lily here.

“Victor doesn't even think about getting married now, let alone having kids, and Lily is my only granddaughter now, shouldn't you bring her to see me more?” That's what my aunt says. Old people always like kids.

“Okay, Auntie, I'll bring her next time.” Adrian replied with a smile.

I went to my uncle's house, then naturally the New York exterior of the National Supermodel Competition. Although this is the first season, there are not a few girls who come to participate. Overall, the quality is high and low, and the judgment depends on the professional.

“I think the 16th has more potential, she is the most sensitive of several athletes to the touch of fashion, and is bold, never squeezy, and doesn't even hesitate when taking completely naked pictures.” It's Trump's judgment.

They're in the fitting room of a fashion magazine right now, and athletes are picking their own clothes at the tips of the fashion editors.

“It's hard to say, you know, while excellence is an essential condition for success, sometimes luck is one of the determinants of success.” Adrian replied with a smile.

“What makes you think... you mean something, Ed?” Trump picked the eyebrows.

“No, absolutely not. In fact, I think you're doing pretty well as a judge, and you should have seen the critic's review of the show, right?” Adrian patted him on the shoulder, "he said mercilessly, pointing out what the other side's problem was and admonishing them severely about what to look for, without lacking humane comfort. ”

“Thanks, that's my style.” Trumpton was proud to reveal himself, and as someone with a strong personality who loved him, he was very pleased with these comments, not to mention greatly increasing his exposure to the media.

“So I think you can definitely stick to the bottom line and be a qualified judge.” Adrian added a gentle sentence.

Trump was stunned, then shook his head in disdain, and Adrian's sub line was just to tell him not to have anything to do with the candidate, which was not very nice once exposed.

“He underestimated me,” Trump waved with dissatisfaction, "and now that I'm a judge, how can I do something extraordinary? ”

But he immediately added: “Even if I did, I would have a way to deal with it without causing trouble for the show. ”

A proud look of a man, but it was soon replaced, because the familiar voice drifted into his ear: "What are you talking about, Dad? ”

“Hi, Ennie, nothing, about the judges.” Trump stacked a smile and his daughter hugged one.

“Really?” Ivanka looked at Father with a smile, “I thought I heard the 16th seemed like a good topic or something. ”

The 16th blonde, tall, is trump's favorite type, and he'll think that the 16th has potential, and probably has a little something to do with it.

“From a judge's point of view, number 16 does have some potential, doesn't it?” Trump replied with a serious answer, but changed the subject immediately, "By the way, I was going to invite Ed to a party at home at night. ”

“Oh?” Ivanka's eyes finally fell on Adrian, and she stepped down and lifted her half, “Hello, Mr. Adrian. ”

“Hello, Ivanka.” Adrian nodded and stopped talking and remained polite and distant and uninterested.

Ivanka couldn't help but grind her teeth. She increasingly found this man annoying, self-righteous and self-righteous. This playboy who likes to play with women just makes people angry when he looks at them. Why would Dad contact such a person? In fact, she also knows that in this time when no one can help her, only a man can help her father and make it through the family. It's just...

“By the way, Ed, I remember the last time you said you were going to find material from me to make a reality show, right?” Looking at Trump, he opened his mouth again.

“To be exact, I intend to invite you to preside, if you have time.” Adrian laughed and continued to ignore Ivanka's unpleasant eyes.

“Of course I have time.” Trump said immediately that it was an invitation from the miracle director, and although he didn't look like he had a surprising tree in the movies in this regard, there was a shadow behind the TV show that made ABC breathless.

“Preliminary ideas are in place, but it will take a while to improve, and this time, the reality shows on various TV stations are so numerous that the audience is a little bit aesthetically fatigued that it needs to be temporarily slowed down and is now ready to air in the millennium.” Adrian said seriously.

“Really?” Trump was slightly disappointed, but adjusted quickly, “so I waited. ”

His business has just been adjusted and he hasn't fully breathed yet, so even if there is so much leapfrogging, he will temporarily put it over again, and the question before that also wants to change the subject because he doesn't seem very happy to see his daughter.

“Rest assured, Don, the show will be hosted by you alone, and it will be on your own stage, and by then, whatever makes you special, just make it work.” Adrian Haha patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

“Then I look forward to it even more.” Trump responded with a smile, and this is his favorite.

Trump talked a few more words before Adrian left to discuss and talk to someone else. After walking a big circle, he stopped in the corner, swept the production site and nodded softly. It's good, although it's not as popular as it sounds, the basic results are there, and the viewership is not bad, so long as they keep improving it, the show won't be more sought after than it was in the past.

“Mr. Adrian.” A somewhat chilling and unhappy crisp sound that rang in his ear...