Chapter 282

"Stallone, Stallone!"

There was a burst of cheering in the square outside the global building.

"It's just an appearance ceremony of a project. Do you use so many stars to attend?" Muttered a paparazzi.

"Of course." Little John curled his lips and replied with disdain, "Francis Coppola is the director who loves to give new people acting opportunities."

"In the other three works, has Al Pacino ever been such a famous actor?"

As the first report on the sudden death of rivan Phoenix, he was shot by Johnny Depp, and he was regarded as the authority figure in the paparazzi.

"And Francis is a representative of Italian American Hollywood, and has a good relationship with the director of art films."

"The first film directed by his little daughter, of course, will be attended by many people."

At the moment, Wang Jian in the backstage also felt this situation.

Originally, he took Caroline, Max, Chris and so on to meet the actors in a harmonious way.

But soon, these actors put aside the women and went to socialize with the stars.

Because she was Asian, Liu Yuling, who had never been able to integrate into Hollywood, came to Wang Jian.

"Thank you for giving me this opportunity!"

And the singer who just stabbed Sophia on her back, Jennifer Lopez, is also a little lonely.

"Mr. Wang, did you really write that song?"

"Wang," his neighbor, director Quentin, came to him.

Wang Jian quickly got rid of the two girls and asked in a low voice, "don't you like Hollywood? Why are you here? "

“come on！” The fat man shrugged. "I'm Italian too, so I'll come."

"However, as a big man who has a say in the crew, how can you only have these people around you?"

"Less?" Wang Jian looked back. Although Caroline took Max to take a picture with the stars, Liu Yuling and Lopez also added.

"Of course." As long as you don't know how crazy Hollywood has the right to laugh, it's not a problem

"You are surrounded by only two women, which is the performance of being excluded and losing power." "But considering that the director is from the Coppola family, it's understandable," he said with a smile

Wang Jian looked at the crowd and shook his head indifferently.

Robert De Niro, Al Pacino, Joe Percy, Martin sikose, these people's fame, which is not greater than their own!

As for Sophia's persistent denigration, let alone mind.

After all, in this matter, his role is not honorable. Can we not allow others to complain?

"Well," Quentin said with an apologetic look, "it's time for me to socialize, too."

Wang Jian nodded and went back to the girls.

"Wang, so many stars, it's really like a dream!" Chris murmured.

Hearing this, Beyonce and Lopez rolled their eyes.

Now it's clear that this is the League of losers.

We all get together, just to warm each other.

Suddenly, Wang Jian heard a scream outside the door.

"Again, which big star is coming to support it?"

He was a little puzzled to see the crowd around in the middle, Francis, Eastwood and others were stunned for a moment, then got up to welcome the guests.

"What's the point of this coffee seat?"

But unexpectedly, it wasn't the actors.

Wang Jian took a look and sighed in his heart.

"The writers' Association is determined to hang up."

"Mr. Joseph Heller, why are you here in person?" Francis looked flattered.

Eastwood, who is one step behind, has to talk to Stephen King, who is pushing a wheelchair.

After Oprah, Daniel Steele, the most famous female writer in the United States, began to give full play to her female advantages.

"We are worried that because of his persistence in art, Wang Jian will have something unpleasant with you."

Her expression is basically clear, "we are here to support the writers!"

Francis's mouth twitched. "Wang is over there. I'll take some of them."

"Who are these?" An actor asked in a low voice.

"The most famous contemporary American writers, they have a lot of IP in their hands!"

Looking at Stephen King and others, Wang Jian shook his head helplessly.

"Although the group of writers is not very profit-making, they are very sensitive to adaptation."

"Their own works were adapted and they didn't attend the ceremony.""But just because they have the right to adapt, these writers, who are not keen to appear in public, actually appear!"

While Wang Jian was smiling like a younger generation, he was still complaining.

"But it's really a waste of energy to be a representative!"

"Wang," Joseph Heller took Wang Jian by the hand, "all the work is going well?"

"Well, it went well!" Wang Jian replied sincerely.

"If you fail, you won't be pushed out by the writers."

"Because I'm not as good at Hollywood movies!"

"Wow," looking at the big people around, Lopez and Beyonce looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths were slightly raised.

With tacit understanding, they pushed others aside and grasped Wang Jian's arm.

Wang Jian frowned and was about to speak.

At this time, the host announced that he was going to go out to be interviewed by reporters.

It has to be said that the public's moral requirements for actors are different from those for writers.

After asking what they think of the film, the actors are faced with a variety of privacy related questions.

What about Daniel Steele, whose private life is no less chaotic than that of the actors?

"Ms. Steele, are you ready for your next novel?"

Stars look at famous writers and feel unfair for the first time.

Why are they scandals, and writers are looking for inspiration!

But Wang Jian, who was in the spotlight, felt very uncomfortable.

He wanted to fail to get rid of the role he didn't want to play.

But it doesn't mean that Wang Jian would like to see a farce of "mountains falling apart, rivers overturning, and finally a little mouse born."!

He moved lightly, hiding behind others.

Suddenly, a paparazzi pointed to the sky and cried out: "that helicopter, do you want to fall down?"

Ah?

It's just a project approval ceremony. Does globegroup need aerial photography?

Wang Jian looked at the sky and said to himself.

Soon, the helicopter landed on the square.

"Wang, I've come to see you!"

Huh?

Looking at the fat man coming down from the plane, Wang Jian almost gritted his teeth.

"Wozniak, you are everywhere!"

"Ha ha, I've brought someone. He wants to see you, too." Wozniak walked up with a smile, completely ignoring the gape of reporters and stars.

"It's too much trouble. Thank you so much!" Wang Jian took fat's hand and said.

"No trouble. It's only half an hour from Silicon Valley to here."

"Right?" He turned to the middle-aged white man behind him. "Elson?"

"Well." The middle-aged white man nodded with a smile and shook hands with Wang Jian again. "Oracle, Ellison."

"Hey, Wang!" He whispered: "our arrival, can help you suppress those Hollywood stars?"