King of Hollywood

Chapter 223: How did you find me?

It's dangerous to do this in the car, but it's also exciting. Adrian hasn't tried it, she's experienced it since she was first photographed on a date with Julia. If she drives slowest and concentrates, it won't be too much of a problem, and it'll last longer. [Search latest updates all over]

Harry Barry is black, but of a quarter Caucasian descent, so she looks and looks pretty good, and the strengths of hybrids are particularly evident in her. Plus, short hair for the movie, refreshing with skill, and no taste in red, so Adrian enjoyed it.

Of course, she's allowed to play this trick, naturally because she's been taken care of before. The process was simple, Adrian talked to her on the set for a few years while she was producing the Jedi War Police. At the end of last year, she had just ended her marriage for three years, and he was having a relaxing time in the club when he asked her out, so the two of them simply talked in the club.

Speaking of which, several of her husbands were curious, either having an affair or violent tendencies, one of her ears even lost 80 hearing in a beating. Of course, none of this has happened yet, but it doesn't prevent Adrian from saying something nice, and with deliberate guidance, after a few conversations, Harry starts to open the talking box and talk about her pain, and in the end, she's all alone, whether Adrian's listening or not, drinking one glass after another.

In this case, alcohol quickly occupied her body, and Harry became more and more anxious, and Adrian, speaking appropriately and attractively in front of him, began to blatantly * * raise him. Adrian was naturally welcome, and after making out in the dark corner of the nightclub, they hugged each other to the men's room, and then they went back to Harry's house together to continue.

Harry woke up the next day unconcerned, made breakfast for Adrian and promised to be the lead actress in Operation Swordfish. After a few more passions, Harry didn't ask much, and although Adrian was gentle and considerate and respectful of her, she knew there were things she couldn't expect from a playboy. Harry doesn't have much of an eye on husbands, but he's got some brains in him.

Adrian is also comfortable, and although the beautiful black pearl is nice, especially the slim waist limb, which is quite enjoyable to hold and swing in his hand, he does not intend to collect her unless Harry can put his posture as low as Yuki's and everything is Adrian. So it's better to play friendship once in a while.

Without mentioning that, as May entered, the Cannes Film Festival was just around the corner, and Muhland Road was almost finished. The film was originally a clip trick, and the later production was not particularly complicated. You have a few more days to finish and then you'll be sent to France to prepare for the festival. But until then, some things have to be taken care of.

The sun hung high in the sky, although it had only just entered May, and in rainy Los Angeles, the weather was basically no different than in the summer months. People who came and went on the streets often got dressed early in the summer, and the sexy ladies in the gauze skirts became a beautiful scenery.

Finally, the white Saab, who found his place, stopped in the parking lot, and an old man with a bald head about sixty opened the door, dressed relatively formally, with a white crew neck t-shirt inside, a dark suit jacket outside, and people on the street who were out of character, and with a wide pair of sunglasses on his nose and beams, the whole person looked very vibrant.

After walking out of the parking lot, he looked around and looked at the time before walking to the agreed spot - a nice cafe near the parking lot. Pushing away the cafes, the old man walked in for a while, a few people, very quiet, he quickly looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the third row of the window looking at the newspaper, and when he realized his eyes, he lifted his head and smiled and made a request.

The old man stepped in front of him and sat down and said to the waiter who came over: "A cappuccino. ”

Meanwhile, silently gauging the man in front of him, he can't tell his age, he could be over 30, he could be over 40, it's a mediocre face, if he leaves now, he'll probably forget what he looks like when he gets back to the office. But this is the most important condition of the * * business, and only mediocre people can get closer to the goal and not be recognized.

“This is what you want, Mr. Martin.” The old man said to take a thin file bag out of his suitcase and push it to the table.

The other party didn't say anything, smiled slightly, took the file bag and opened it, and began to read the content carefully. Nor did the old man speak, and the cappuccino from the waiter began to wait quietly. It took about twenty minutes for the middle-aged man he called "Mr. Martin” to finally finish what he had in his hand, then raise his head and smile with apologies: "Sorry to keep you waiting. ”

“It's okay, I think it'll satisfy you.” The old man presses the impatience in his heart, frankly, he doesn't like to deal with this kind of person, with a smile is always a humble and courteous, human and animal harmless appearance, people can't tell what is on their minds. For those in the * * business, the inability to master each other's emotions will make him passive, this time he will eat a small loss also has nothing to do with this.

“Yes, very satisfied. Beyond my expectations, Anthony? Mr. Pelicano.” Martin nodded and handed over two copies of the information in his hand, "that's not necessary. ”

The old man was slightly surprised, but still silently put the returned information in his suitcase, and then asked: "So what do I need? ”

Martin then pulled an envelope out of his arms and pushed it down in front of him, and Pelicano frowned without asking, opening the envelope in front of each other with a check and a piece of paper that folded neatly. Pelicano didn't care about the numbers on the checks. Over the years, he had been accustomed to large numbers, but with a little confusion, he opened the paper.

The words above were short, and they were typed with a computer. It was obvious that the other party was a prudent person. Pelicano quickly finished browsing and then looked at them for a few moments. After the taste came back, some of the movements picked the eyebrows.

“My boss says this is an exchange of information. After all, you've been in Hollywood for decades, and you're a famous person, so you can't lose too much.” Martin opened his hand with a salute.

“Well, then I'm not going to fix it either, thank your boss for me,” think about it, Pelicano put the check away, "Anyway, this time you win, you're a great guy, Martin, in Hollywood all these years, or is it the first time someone's ever been able to get me to plant a head in the line of business —— Martin? Mortimer's not your real name, is he? ”

“Doesn't matter. I'm Martin now? Modimer," Martin shrugged, "you don't have to be so arrogant. You know, the boss calls you, Hollywood Eye, and he says most of what happens here doesn't escape your eyes. I can win a round, and in addition to being a new person here, you don't know me, and I know you well, I can use more resources for one reason. ”

Pelicano had to pick his eyebrows: "Interfering with Tom? Cruz and Nicole? Kidman's divorce case, he also knows so much about public opinion, has such a powerful figure like you, and he can give a lot of support, and I can almost guess who your boss is. ”

Martin laughed softly, drank the coffee from the cup, got up scared to pat him on the shoulder, and then picked up the file bag and went outside. The old man still drank his cappuccino not slowly, and it took him a while to get out of it, although he had this feeling after Cruz had commissioned him, and I didn't think it was really involved.

Honestly, is he facing Kirk? Cochrane was comfortable laughing, but he was in a lot of trouble with those guys, and he wasn't afraid of them, but he was definitely going to get into a lot of trouble. These guys control the media, halve the effect of what they do best, and more importantly, the mob is illegal anyway, but these people, these really rich people, are best at making illegal things legal.

“I'm sorry, Tom, I can't help you much.” Pelicano shrugged his shoulders, drank all the coffee, got up and walked away, then quit, and didn't offend a big man for Cruz, did he?

Martin quickly came outside the boss's office and looked at the other transparent glass office next to him. The beautiful assistant secretary was not in her position. Where would she be right now? Martin tapped his finger gently on the head and thought about it before finally deciding to knock on the door.

After the knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock, Charlize? Theron, the beautiful sexy South African diamond, appeared in front of Martin. Yes, Diamond South Africa, a name that circulates widely in the company, is said to have come from the boss, just like Pelicano's Hollywood eye, but the company's women privately prefer another name.

“Mr. Adrian, Mr. Modimer is here.” She turned her head and shouted.

“Invite him in.” The boss's voice came from inside and Charlize made a gesture.

“Thank you.” Martin nodded with a smile and took two steps before turning back: “By the way, Miss Charlize, your collar...”

He made a gesture, Charlize looked down, then frowned slightly, quickly tidying up the collar involved, while restoring a misplaced button, which raised his head and said in a chilling tone: “Thank you. ”

As long as she was in the company, she always looked like this rejection mile away, whether it was a man who wanted to pursue her or a woman pointing a finger at her behind her back, she never seemed to care, and I wonder if it was the same with the boss. I noticed that Martin, who had lost his mind, quickly shook his head slightly, but had to admit that the boss's women were very personalized. No wonder he liked to chase beautiful women. If not, he wouldn't have...

“How's it going, Martin?” Adrian, the boss sitting on a high chair with his own tie? Colwell laughed at this point and asked, he was wearing only one shirt, his coat hanging on the hanger, but what could be deduced from that wrinkled look, it seemed that he was still full of time, and it would be troublesome if they waited another two or three minutes for the actual steps to be taken.

“Everything is going well.” Martin sat down and handed over the file bag.

“Fine," the roughly flipped boss nodded, “Pelicano's a smart guy who's been in Hollywood for years, knowing what to do and what to do. ”

“Well done, Martin,” he said, looking up, "Want me to reward you with something? ”

“That's not necessary," Martin shook his head, "the thing is simple, the only thing Pelicano's best at is getting the other person's important grip through all sorts of illegal means, and then blackmailing him, which is equally applicable to him, with your support, and hiding behind the scenes, his tricks don't do much, not to mention the wiretapping software, you also said, he's a smart man, who can do the same for others to achieve the results he has achieved. ”

“But it won't be as good as you,” Adrian shrugged, "you're great, Martin, I'm not mistaken. ”

“Come on, let's talk about this next time, when I show my full strength, or I'll be prosecuted for fraud.” Martin had his hands full.

When Adrian settled in, he laughed, “You know, Martin, I really wanted to use Vincent? The name Price calls you. ”

“That name is out of date. I'm Martin now? Modimer.” Martin said calmly, but in his heart he sighed, for the first time in more than a decade.

A few months ago, he was surprised when that private detective in Europe was blocking him in a hotel in Athens. He had lost his hand a few times in the beginning, but never in the last decade, for many reasons, such as the fact that it took years to get a vote done - he never had big hands, it was exciting to do the job, in addition to making money - or he had a very mediocre face to turn around and forget, of course, one of the reasons why the cheated millionaires were afraid and lazy to call the police.

Unexpectedly, someone caught him this time, and when he was planning to escape - he had never been caught before, although he had failed to do so - the other said he was not hired to arrest him, but that the employer wanted to talk to him.

Half a letter, half a doubt Martin looked at the other person and answered the phone, just two words, and he realized who he was, the American media that cheated on the other person in London for two million dollars, and was also the producer of the big director, Adrian, who had the miracle director's name? Colwell Martin always had a good memory, otherwise he wouldn't be so smooth.

At the same time, the other party revealed a surprise message on the phone that he had begun to hire people to investigate him since he was in charge and persisted until now, but the other party did not want to prosecute him or deal with him, quite well, they appreciated him, wanted to hire him to do his job, and asked him to come to the United States to talk.

Martin agreed to this request after a long time of reflection. He didn't think Adrian was playing games with him. Besides, it was too easy for a millionaire who could spare no effort to divert him and miraculously find his millionaire.

Soon Martin arrived in Los Angeles and met Adrian at the AC Media chairman's office, after which he was officially invited.

“You have a smart mind, a good and changing temperament, an unexpected mindset, and a... rather mediocre face, and I need someone like that to gather information for me.” He said very seriously.

“I don't think I'm suitable for this, I prefer a stimulating life, you let me lead the intelligence-gathering process, and most likely end up entrusted to non-human beings.” Martin Mandy refused.

“No, no, no, no one who seeks stimulation can live in stimulation forever, and a proper, flat life will make you more determined to challenge. The challenge is in all respects to be debated. It is also a challenge to run a fancy liquor bar, deceive those who normally seem to be high, and analyze the most important or carefully investigate the target in countless pieces of intelligence. I will take care of your concerns after you, you will have a peaceful and decent job and then with my support do your best without having to talk to yourself * with a few things you can't say in your heart when you're old.” Adrian said so.

Admittedly, this guy was very good at preaching, at least Martin was really drawn to it, but he couldn't help but struggle: “Why... choose me? ”

“Because you succeeded in fooling me, and it had something to do with my impatience and annoyance, but being fooled was being fooled, and there was no good excuse. I am a confident and even arrogant person, and someone who can make me fall for it means that he is qualified to use it for me, but must also use it for me.” Adrian didn't hide anything, smiled hey: “If you refuse, I'll sue you for fraud. I'm not as shameless as some people are, America's prisons aren't that nice to sit in. ”

Though he knew that there were many joking ingredients, Martin knew that he was likely to do so, and that the impotence that the other person revealed at that moment sparked a few memories of his youth, so the answer was certain.

But before that, he had one more question to ask: "How did you find me? ”

“It's simple, I didn't forget, and the sketch was good, I drew your face that day, and then I got help at the police station, and I had a private detective looking all over Europe, and when I met a similar person, I took the picture and sent it to me for identification. I've always been good at looking at details, and pursuing women begins with details.” Speaking of his hands, “look, I mean it, don't I? ”

“Well, you win.” After a long sigh, Martin said...