Chapter 187

Under the command of the security personnel, the black Cadillac slowly stops in the parking lot outside a club in Malibu. Murphy and Paul Wilson, who are carrying a large briefcase, get out of the car, show the invitation to the security personnel, and under the guidance of each other, slowly walk into the door of the club. This is a typical private clubhouse, which covers a large area and is well arranged with many buildings.

Along a long red carpet aisle, Murphy and Paul Wilson quickly arrive at the party.

Although the night has come, Murphy is like entering the world of day. The fountain of British style is shining under the golden light, and the vast grassland is dotted with white star lights. Every building and every kind of decoration is emitting unique light. Mixed together, it is so harmonious and comfortable.

There are those who come and go guests, all wearing formal evening clothes.

After walking around the party, he hardly saw any familiar faces. Paul Wilson was a little strange. "It's not like a party in the circle, is it?"

They sat down at a rest table. Murphy looked around and said, "didn't you hear that? Next year's Miss Universe final will be held in Malibu, which is a preparatory party organized by Miss Universe's organization. "

He also saw Donald Trump just now. If the information he saw on the Internet is correct, he is one of the owners of the right to host the Miss Universe event, and the other party seems to be NBC.

Murphy turned to see Donald Trump, a New York tycoon surrounded by celebrities, one of the central points of the party.

And around him, Murphy saw Martin Miller, the agent of William Morris. He heard from Bill rossis yesterday that William Morris is is one of the service companies of Miss Universe next year.

Not far from Martin Miller, Murphy also saw his target for the evening. Frank Miller, wearing his trademark cowboy hat, stood in the crowd and seemed to be listening to Donald Trump.

"When will the finals be held next year?" Paul Wilson seems to be very interested in this kind of beauty contest, "is it beautiful women gathering?"

"I don't know." Murphy shook his head and replied casually, "you check the time. When you are free next year, we can come and have a look."

If you have a vacation, it's good to come and have a look. Malibu is not far away, and this kind of competition is really eye-catching.

Murphy asked for two glasses of water from the waiter who passed by. They sat here with Paul Anderson, chatting and looking at Frank Miller, waiting for the right opportunity.

"Hey, you're not..."

The voice of greeting suddenly rang out from the side, and Murphy quickly turned around. He and Paul Wilson paid too much attention to Frank Miller's side, but they didn't find a beautiful woman coming. When the woman saw Murphy, she seemed to think, "Hello, director Stanton, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The other side is slim and slender, with dazzling light brown long hair, and chocolate skin appears extremely smooth under the light.

Not long ago at the Saturn prize presentation ceremony, Murphy stood up politely, stretched out his right hand, "Hello, Miss alba."

Jessica Alba gave his hand a little shake. "Call me Jessie."

Murphy nodded, motioned to the next chair, politely invited, "do you have time? Sit down for a while? "

"Well..." Jessica - alba is not polite, open the chair to sit down, "last time on stage, forget to say congratulations to you."

"That's very kind of you." Murphy sat back in his seat and waved to a waiter standing nearby. "I didn't expect to meet you here, either."

He is not familiar with the other party, at best, he met once on the award stage, and he couldn't find a common topic for a while.

Jessica Alba smiles sweetly, "I'm the image spokesman of next year's world series."

"So it is." Murphy made a sudden realization, and casually complimented, "the event organizer has too much vision..."

At this point, Murphy looked around. Although she had been talking to Jessica Alba, the rest of her eyes would pay attention to Frank Miller from time to time. Now Frank Miller left Donald Trump and came to the rest room. He sat down at a table not far to his left.

Hearing Murphy's compliments, Jessica Alba was still smiling, but Murphy suddenly changed her voice and said, "sorry, Jesse, I saw a friend who wanted to go and say hello."

"Ah..." Jessica Alba was a little surprised by this impolite behavior. She said with a smile, "whatever you want."

There is no doubt about which is more important, Frank Miller or Jessica Alba. Murphy nods to Paul Wilson, stands up and walks towards Frank Miller.Not far from the two tables, Murphy could see Frank Miller ordering a glass of wine and drinking there alone.

He didn't go there directly. He asked the waiter for a drink, and then walked to the table.

"Excuse me, Mr. Miller." Murphy stood at the table not far away, and saw Frank Miller turn his head, in a tone of uncontrollable surprise, "it's a great surprise to meet you here. I'm a fan of your cartoon."

Frank Miller reached for his cowboy hat and said, "hello."

"I heard on the grapevine that you're creating a new Batman comic?" Murphy looked familiar. Seeing that Frank Miller had no disgust on his face, he pointed to the opposite chair. "May I sit down?"

Before he could speak, Murphy pulled back his chair and sat opposite Frank Miller.

"The comics you created accompany me to grow up..." Murphy tried to eliminate the strangeness between each other, the best way is undoubtedly Frank Miller's most proud comic career, "I have experienced a very difficult time, but also your comic, let me forget the pain and stand up again and again."

Even people in their fifties, at least, don't feel disgusted when they hear these compliments. Frank Miller smiles. "I'm glad they work for you."

"I don't know how to express my love for those comics..." Murphy raised his glass. "For your classic comics!"

He drank directly from the glass.

Frank Miller also took a sip from his glass and was held by a super fan. It was very good.

Unlike Jessica Alba before, Murphy investigated Frank Miller through CAA before he came here. He knew that he was a very conceited person, and he was proud of his achievements in the cartoon industry. Praising his cartoons made him happier than praising himself.

Just like Murphy made a special experimental video, if you want to impress a person, you must have targeted research.

After that, Murphy's words never left Frank Miller's comics, always revolved around "Sin City", "three hundred Spartans" and "Batman: The Dark Knight Returns", and drank three glasses of wine with Frank Miller in a row.

"Fran," Murphy said, as their strangeness faded away, "your comics have inspired me to work hard for them since I was a child."

"Oh?" Frank Miller didn't quite understand what Murphy meant and looked at him curiously.

"In the '90s, I thought, why can Superman and other Batman comics be adapted into movies?" Murphy said seriously. "Why can't your comics be adapted into movies?"

Frank Miller frowned slightly and looked at Murphy thoughtfully.

Murphy calmly met Frank Miller's eyes, as if what he said was just what he thought. "At that time, I was thinking, was Hollywood directors and film companies blind to those comics? So at that time, I decided to become a film director and make my favorite cartoons into movies

It's hard to tell the truth. Frank Miller didn't say anything.

"No matter what happens, I haven't given up on these ideas." Murphy looked very honest, just like Forrest Gump. "I started to raise money to make movies more than two years ago, and honed my directing skills. I'm lucky and hardworking. After shooting three films, I've made some achievements, especially in directing. "

He looked at Frank Miller very seriously. "I think I have the ability to adapt my favorite cartoons, so I decided to come to you."

"Are you a director?" Frank Miller is very confused, the other side is also in his early twenties, how to look like.

"Yes, I'm a director." His previous compliments made Frank Miller feel a little elated. He didn't even notice that he didn't introduce himself. At this time, Murphy formally introduced himself, "my name is Murphy Stanton, and I've made three official feature films."

Frank Miller suddenly asked, "the winner of last month's Saturn Award for best horror film?"

"Yes, the chainsaw." That's what the awards do. Murphy smiles. "This is my second film."

Maybe Frank Miller had a good impression before, or maybe the name of the winner of the Saturn prize played a role. Frank Miller thought about it and asked, "which cartoon do you like about me?"

Murphy didn't beat around the Bush and said, "sin city!"

On hearing the name, Frank Miller shook his head without thinking about it. "It's impossible!"

Seeing what else Murphy wanted to say, he raised his hand and said, "you're not the first director to come to me. From the beginning, I thought it was not feasible to adapt the film from sin city. It's not because the form of film is not suitable for these stories, but because, as far as I understand it, the film industry is bound to distort my works! "

Sure enough, even if he said so much, Frank Miller did not waver his position. (to be continued). ）For mobile phone users, please browse and read for better reading experience.