"Mr. Wang, is it true that the film and television adaptation of the autobiographical novel" I really have too much money "
"It's the same kind of coincidence as" sweetheart "
"Do you think you're better known than legendary sports agent Lee Steinberg?"
While answering the reporters' questions selectively, Wang Jian sighed that compared with Hollywood, the attention of TV series is just a trifle.
"I have great respect for Mr. Lee Steinberg, but autobiographical novels should have nothing to do with popularity."
"In America, everyone has the right to publish his autobiography, right?"
When the reporter saw Wang Jian answer his question, he immediately asked another question.
"But" I'm really rich "is successful through inheritance, and you don't have this experience in your life. Is that autobiography?"
Huh?
Wang Jian frowned, looked at the reporter's logo, and found that the other party came from the Los Angeles post, which had a little bit of a festival with him.
Shit, I'm getting restless again. It seems that I have to toss the newspaper again.
"You know, I haven't been to school. I can become a writer only by talent. I think it's a kind of legacy, isn't it?"
After getting rid of the reporters and getting into the car, Wang Jian was relieved.
Since the announcement of "I'm so rich", his mobile phone has been ringing.
Among them, there are actors and agents who do not know where to get contact information and are not familiar with him.
There are also people, including Miller and others, who are somewhat related.
Wang Jian thought about Naomi Watts' proposal that she and Vera famiga would come to her villa in costumes.
"Although... It's tempting," he said, shaking his head and pressing the power off button, "it's a bit out of place."
Naomi Watts is second only to Jennifer Aniston and Courtney COX in popularity on TV, with abnormal dominating Saturday and NBC reporting.
She and Miller have been called "website Department" by ABC insiders.
"We can't make writers think that the website is another Hollywood asset at this critical moment. Then, it is necessary to avoid suspicion. "
However, the temptation of the two royal sisters' uniforms can only become Vera famiga's "cat catching insects" which is not so popular.
Wang Jian licked his lips and told himself, "I can't play too crazy. I have to go to Los Angeles tomorrow."
But unexpectedly, after returning to the villa on the upper west side, he received an invitation from the maid.
"Mr. Wang, Mr. Woody Allen, the president of the community, asked," the maid looked at Wang Jian respectfully, "to come back for the shooting of Miss Scarlett Johnson and hold a party."
"His maid stressed that Scarlett Johnson is a fan of your book and would like you to participate."
Community... Party?
Looking at the invitation card in his hand, Wang Jian felt that it was somewhat inconceivable.
Although most of the people living in the upper west district are in the literary and art circles, they are not closely related because of the existence of the contempt chain of Classical Pop, literary and art business.
Is this Scarlett Johnson really talented enough to break the child star curse and become a big star in the future, so the big director Woody Allen is starting to support her now?
After thinking about it, he felt that it was just a matter of signing a name and listening to a few compliments, so he nodded and agreed.
"Woody Allen?" Vera famiga screamed, "the famous director?"
“come on!” Wang Jian tugged at her tail in the bedroom. "The main character of the party is Scarlett Johnson. We are just supporting actors."
"That's something to be happy about, too!" Vera jumped to bed, excited. "Woody Allen and Eastwood are the top directors of Hollywood."
"Wang, take me..." she said with correction, forgetting the jealousy of "Naomi, maybe you don't have enough coffee seats".
Well, thank you for not exercising. Wang Jian is still under the influence of hormones.
He looked at this delicate and simple imperial sister and nodded indifferently.
Anyway, it's not a big deal.
"Yes Vera gave him a kiss on the face and immediately changed back into the normal dress.
"This is the top literary circle in New York!" Vera took Wang Jian's arm and sighed nervously.
"That old man was the conductor of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra?"
"Well..." Wang Jian responded in a low voice and exchanged greetings with a famous painter.
Thanks to his status as a writer, he is even more popular than the famous singer Freddie mokery.
However, due to the fact that he was separated by mountains, Wang Jian still felt very uncomfortable."These people are just too pretentious." He loosened his bow tie and complained in a low voice.
But I didn't expect Vera famega to just stare in one direction and say to herself, "she's only 12 years old, so she can get the attention that countless actors dream of?"
Wang Jian followed her eyes and saw the leading role of the party, the famous child star Scarlett Johnson.
But...
he looked at each other's figure and then at Vera.
"This man is only twelve years old? You're kidding
Scarlett Johnson also noticed Wang Jian and came over with a smile.
"Mr. Wang, I'm a fan of your book. Can you sign my name?"
"Of course." Wang Jian nodded and turned into a ruthless signing machine.
It's just that...
it's so new that it doesn't look like I've seen it before?
Scarlett Johnson noticed this and looked back at the party.
When she realized that no one was paying attention to her, her little face immediately became gloomy.
"No doubt, I've never seen it. Today is just a cover."
"It's hard to act even in life!"
"You are the protagonist today." Scarlett said seriously, "and there's a lady over there."
Yourself?
Wang Jian looked up a little puzzled and saw Madonna, the singer.
what?
It's not the queen who wants to collect stamps by herself!
Although I like Yu Jie, it's only between 20 and 30 years old, not including this "like virgin" lady!
"Wrong, the one next to her!" Scarlett Johnson looked at Wang Jian's expression and chuckled.
However, Madonna at the other end of the meeting also noticed the people here.
"Hello, Mr. Wang." Madonna held out her right hand.
In any case, we are all public figures. We should have dignity.
Wang Jian held out his hand for a while, ignoring the other side's scratching in his palm.
"You already know one of my sisters, Scarlett Johnson." Madonna patted the little girl on the shoulder. "Well, it's time to meet my other sister."
She pointed behind her, "Sophia Coppola."
Then Woody Allen, the host of the party, finally appeared.
"Mr. Wang, I heard that you once bought a painting at an art exhibition, so you must be a painting lover." He pointed to Sophia Coppola.
"My niece, who is also very good at painting, would you like to see my collection together?"
God TM painting lovers!
But out of politeness, he nodded and agreed.
Big director, Woody Allen!
Vera looked at the middle-aged man, her palms trembling.
This time, we can blow the bull with Naomi Watts!
After two steps with Wang Jian, she saw Madonna and Scarlett standing in the same place behind her.
Huh?
Vera hesitated and said, "Wang, I'm not interested in painting, so I won't go with you."
Wang Jian was a little puzzled, but he didn't say much, so accompanied by the host of the banquet, he went to the collection room.
"Ha ha, it's smart." Madonna raised her glass and gave Vera a smile. "Unless, like your partner, you can decide the interests of many people, it will arouse the disgust of big people."
"Or," said Scarlett, chucking angrily, "like Sophia, have a good father!"
Wang Jian was also the one who made this exclamation.
As soon as he entered the collection room, he saw famous directors Eastwood, George Lucas, and Francis Coppola.
"Mr. Wang, my daughter Sophia has always had a dream of directing, but there is no suitable script."
So, is this lady interested in "I'm so rich"?
"Ha, Wang, are you here, too?" At this time, a familiar voice came.
"Princess Diana?" Wang Jian was a little surprised.
Then he saw Diana take Sophia spola's hand and ask, "your autobiography is very good."
"Do I have any interest in writing autobiographies?"