Movie Master

Dylan Wilde looked up at the sun above his head, and then turned up the air conditioner in the car again. August has ended early, but Los Angeles still hasn't seen the shadow of autumn, and the restless midsummer atmosphere is scattered all over the coast. In every corner of the Highway, Xia Tian’s footsteps reluctantly sway on the amber-like blue coastline.

Glancing at the gate of the villa on the opposite side of the street, there is silence on the green avenue, less noisy, and the sound of waves hitting the rocks can be vaguely heard, which adds a bit of coolness, but I still can't see it any silhouette. Dylan scratched his head irritably, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, but looked at the air conditioner that had just been turned up, hesitated for a moment between opening the window and smoking, and threw the cigarette case back.

This is why Dylan doesn't like Malibu—the spacious courtyard and lush trees block most of the view, and it is almost an impossible task to detect the movement in the villa. Since Lance moved to Malibu, the difficulty of tracking private gossip has increased exponentially. Last week, a paparazzi climbed up the hill, trying to go around the cliff and inquire about the situation inside the villa. As a result, a gust of wind blew, and he almost fell down the mountain. Although there was the sea below, the height was high enough to shatter his internal organs. In the end, the paparazzi only took some pictures of the internal structure of the villa, and nothing else was gained. This really made the paparazzi hate it.

In comparison, although Beverly Hills is also protected by layers, some clues can always be caught between the fences, capturing the private lives of top stars.

Recently, the news about Lance is very popular, especially the news related to the chaos film industry. Even the six major film companies have begun to send spies to try to find out more inside information. The day before yesterday, "Iron Man" finalized the news that Rachel McAdams would play the lead actress. "Vanity Fair" paid $100,000 to buy out the exclusive, then sold it to Warner Bros. and took back a favor. There was a great uproar—because with the joining of Rachel, the director of "Iron Man" also revealed his true colors, Jon Favreau, not Lance, this news really caused quite a shock.

Dylan misses the old days. He has a good personal relationship with Chaos Films and can always get first-hand information. But now, Lance has risen to a completely different height. He is now a seller's market instead of a buyer's market. This also makes news more and more valuable. Dylan and Lance dealt with each other several times, but they couldn't take any advantage at all. In the end, they could only return to the original method and squat down.

Dylan has been squatting here for five full days, but still hasn't gained anything. Even if he is as experienced as Dylan, he is already a little bit impatient.

The sound of the "humming" engine vibrating slightly in the air, Dylan turned his head to look over, and then saw a dark blue Morgan retro classic car flashing by the side of the street, the blood all over his body rushed towards his brain Dash away, that's Lance! It was a classic retro car that Lance had just purchased not long ago, the fifth-generation Aviator, one of Morgan's most famous series, handcrafted and luxurious.

The surprise came so suddenly that Dylan was a little flustered, but he still tried his best to control his emotions, started the engine quickly, and followed immediately. Before driving thirty yards, Dylan realized that he had many competitors—vehicles popped up in every corner of the surrounding streets, and there were at least eight of them at random. They were packed to the brim, and Dylan searched all the memories in his mind, but he couldn't think of anyone who could enjoy such treatment.

Dylan stomped on the accelerator, jumped out, stood out from the fierce competition, and caught the figure of the dark blue classic car from a distance, then relaxed a little, and fell behind not too far away, There was no rush to approach. It is definitely not that simple to track down the exclusive, not to mention, there are quite a lot of competitors today, so there is no need to make an effort from the beginning.

Leaving Malibu and galloping all the way along the coastline, no one was in too much a hurry. They followed the exquisite classic car body and entered the city in a mighty manner. People can't help but talk about it - what happened? The onlookers who didn't know why thought it was a commercial promotion activity of a certain company.

In such a scene, Dylan was a little dumbfounded—this is no gossip by the paparazzi. Lance's whereabouts were fully exposed, and the whereabouts of the paparazzi were also fully exposed.

The classic car made a half circle around the city, and finally stopped at the entrance of the Whole Foods Market next to the Farmer's Market. It seemed that Lance was planning to go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities. Dylan hesitated for a moment. He felt that things seemed to be going too smoothly. What if Lance sneaked out through the back door of the supermarket? In the end is to stay in the parking lot waiting for the car, or close to follow?

Thoughts were running fast, Dylan immediately decided to get out of the car, not looking for a parking space at all, thinking of throwing the car on the aisle of the parking lot, and chasing after it directly, so as not to lose Lance's trace. However, Dylan just opened the car door, and then froze in place, his jaw dislocated so that he couldn't close it at all.

That's... that's Gawain Strelow! That's not Lance! It's Gao Wen!

Damn **** Christ! Dylan's brain immediately reacted, trap, this is a trap! Wait, no, it's normal for Gao Wen to come out to buy things; Gao Wen drove Lance's car, which is also within the normal range, so they are just too excited? No, Dylan immediately denied his guess, a trap, this must be a trap! Otherwise, why Gao Wen covered the roof of the classic car, he just thought that Lance didn't want to be so ostentatious, but now it seems that it is completely a trap.

Dylan noticed that Gawain turned around to scan the parking lot, and then waved his hand in his direction, "Damn!" Dylan slammed the steering wheel hard, unable to speak out depressed.

At the same time, Lance drove their black BMW slowly towards West Hollywood. After looking around through the rearview mirror and making sure that no paparazzi noticed his whereabouts, he parked the car on the side of the road. Recently, the paparazzi have been too forgiving. Even if he and Gao Wen went out for a jog, the paparazzi would follow him all the way, lingering and annoying.

However, Lance knows that the paparazzi will definitely not relax their vigilance now that they are on the cusp of the storm. This is the price that must be paid after becoming famous. It will be relieved. But in turn, Lance is also using the paparazzi to spread news and confuse the public, step by step to create momentum for the "Invincible Hulk", so he has nothing to lose.

After the news that "Iron Man" was determined to be directed by Jon spread, there are now more and more rumors about "Lance's next work", and there are indeed many rumors about "Chaos Films' next plan". For the creation of the Marvel Universe, it is really a good start.

Lance walked along the street, bypassing the once light blue wall, a passageway paved with wooden boards on cobblestones stretched out in front of him, passing through the hanging vines, pushing open the wooden door, refreshing The aroma of coffee blows in the face, and the space is filled with soft jazz music, and it seems that you have come to Greenwich Village in New York, presenting a completely different style from Los Angeles.

After looking around for a while, Lance saw JK-Simmons who turned around to face the door. He looked a little stiff, as if he was hesitating whether he should stand up to greet Lance, or Just sitting there waiting, the tense expression can be felt across most of the space.

Just when Lance was about to take a step, he saw Robert Knepp sitting in the booth and waving his hand ~www.wuxiax.com~ He seemed much more relaxed, with a faint smile on his face meaning. However, wearing a formal suit today is far from the screen image of "Prison Break".

Just a face to face, you can see the difference between these two actors.

JK is now a completely unknown third-line actor, he even needs to find a job in the theater to maintain his own livelihood, and he can be in the sight of Lance. Compared with others, he is the one who is the most shocked; Robert is now proud of his relationship with "Prison Break". The second season of the series is about to be broadcast. The high popularity shows that his career is on the upswing. However, he was still a little excited when he received the audition call from Lance. After all TV and movies are not the same after all.

Lance paused, looked left and right, found a four-person booth, waved to two people respectively, and then walked towards the booth.

The waiter came over with the menu, JK and Robert also came over separately, Lance ordered a cup of Blue Mountain, looked up and saw two people - JK was still holding his own coffee, which made him see He looked a little restrained; Robert stood beside him gracefully, but the movement of scratching his head still revealed his nervousness.

"Please sit down." Lance leaned back casually, crossed his legs, and said with a smile, "Didn't the manager come with you?"

JK shook his head subconsciously, his eyes were a little dazed, and he didn't seem to understand why the agent followed him; Robert replied, "He's waiting in that corner." After speaking, Robert pointed to the seat he was sitting on just now. position, and then saw a strange face waving at Lance with a smile on his face.

Lance just nodded, "So, what did the agent tell you?"