Chapter 79

Please collect!

Standing on the sidewalk outside the bar, James Franco stares at the fat man ten feet away, as if he wants to continue to fight. However, the body behind Murphy reveals the essence of strength in strength.

The fat man shook his head as if he had been beaten by Murphy. He hasn't recovered completely.

Murphy's backhand gently patted James Franco's arm. Frankie didn't know why, but her tense body unconsciously relaxed.

Through the bright street lamp, Murphy looked at the fat man's cheek. The place he hit was obviously swollen, and he could not help shaking his head. After leaving the prison, he had never had a fight with anyone, and he never thought that fighting was the solution to the problem, and the fighting in the prison was just for self-protection.

Murphy wouldn't have given him a punch if it wasn't for the fat man who wanted to smash the bottle at the Falklands.

Perhaps gradually sober, fat also toward Murphy side, and in the bar with a red face, glare different, calm down he seems a little honest.

Seeing the current situation, Murphy knew that the impulsive emotions of both sides had subsided, and could not help nodding to the fat man.

The fat man felt the back of his head, stepped forward two steps, and said to Murphy, "I'm sorry about what happened just now. I'm impulsive."

Hearing this, Murphy looked back at James Franco. It seemed that Frankie didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to apologize. For a moment, she was at a loss.

"It doesn't matter." Murphy is not the kind of unreasonable person, not to mention the fat man took the initiative to apologize, "I also want to say sorry to you."

The fat man unconsciously touched his swollen face.

"Are you all right?" James Franco came out from behind Murphy. "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No, No." The fat man quickly waved his hand, "it doesn't hurt now."

He looked at James Franco. "I had a drink. I was too impulsive."

James Franco is weird, but not a bad guy. "I speak too loud."

He turned his head and glared at Murphy. It was not this guy. Would he speak so loud?

There have been many people around looking at this side all the time, and a few of them came out from the bar, as if they were specially waiting to see a good play. When they saw that the two sides not only didn't fight, but also made up, there was a roar.

Seeing that the fat man and James Franco were still saying that they were all their own fault, Murphy went over, interrupted them and reminded them, "don't let anyone see the play, let's change places."

He looked at James Franco, and before his goal was achieved, he suggested, "come on, I'll treat you to a snack."

"Together." He looked at the fat man's familiar face and pointed to Mr. Zhou's restaurant not far away. "Here, you have to give me a chance to apologize for what happened just now?"

The fat man hesitated, but when he saw that he was in Mr. Zhou's restaurant, not in a remote place, he finally nodded, "OK Well, I'll go. "

Five minutes later, three people sat at a table by the window of Mr. Zhou's restaurant.

"My name is James Franco..." "It's Murphy Stanton," she said, pointing to Murphy

The fat man didn't get his glasses back. He could only squint. "My name is Seth Logan."

"Listen to your accent," Murphy asked tentatively. "It's like a Canadian."

"I just came to Los Angeles from Vancouver a short time ago." Fat and embarrassed to touch the back of the head, "come here to see if there are development opportunities."

"Development opportunities?" James Franco doesn't understand.

"I'm a comedian."

The waiter then brought a cold towel. Seth Logan took it and put it on his face. He continued in a stuffy voice, "I want to come to Hollywood."

"So it is..." James - Franco suddenly extended a hand, "to know again, I am James - Franco, you can call me Jim, is also an actor, has starred in several small cost movies."

Seth Logan looked at him in surprise and mechanically shook his right hand.

James Franco also introduced, "this is Murphy Stanton, he is a director, a family..."

He raised his right hand, put his index finger and thumb together, made a small gesture, and said in an exaggerated tone, "this guy is still the boss of a very, very small film company."

"Hello." Murphy reached out and shook hands with Seth Logan. "Nice to meet you."

As if not used to this formal way of greeting, Seth Logan nodded, "Seth Logan, a Vancouver native, won the second place in the Vancouver amateur Comedy Competition."

The waiter then brought up the dishes ordered by the three people. They ordered western Chinese food and used knives and forks to eat."I've been in Los Angeles for a while and can't find a suitable role."

During the dinner chat, Seth Logan also explained why he was so angry before, "I just met an agent today, and he made some disgusting requests. I had a fight with him, and I was in a bad mood, so..."

He shrugged.

James Franco took a look at Murphy. "I said so loudly because of this guy. He insisted that I play in his movie."

"Hey! well! Jim Murphy knocked on the table, warning, "that's not why we're fighting."

He looked at James Franco. James Franco immediately remembered Murphy's words. His face was a bit embarrassed.

"You..." Seth Logan doesn't know what's going on.

"Ignore him." James Franco put a broccoli in his mouth and muttered, "this guy is very stingy."

"Jim, that's your fault." Murphy put down his knife and fork, picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth. "Did I say I wouldn't give you a reward? Did I mean to lower your pay on purpose? "

Seth Logan looked at Murphy and then at James Franco, confused.

Murphy took his glass and took a sip, deliberately repeating the old saying, "you are ungrateful."

James Franco had a straight neck again. He just wanted to say something, but he saw Seth Logan next to him. He thought of what happened in the bar, and his retort fell back to his stomach. He was bored for ten seconds before he said in a voice like a mosquito humming, "she Is she on the set? "

Murphy raised her eyebrows. "What do you think?"

"That That... " James Franco clenched his fist and coughed. "I, I don't want to play against her."