Chapter 237： 100,000 hot

At the end of February, Natalie came to the West Coast. On February 27th, Ryan took her to Lucasfilm to participate in the audition of Padmé Amidala.

The Long Island girl entered the dressing room, and Ryan, led by George Lucas, visited Lucasfilm.

Due to Lucasfilm’s distance from Los Angeles, Ryan came here for the first time. After roughly turning around, he entered the prop warehouse with George Lucas, which was filled with preparations for "Star Wars Episode" Props.

"Wow, this is r2d2." Ryan first saw the famous robot, and then spotted the little green-skinned man next to him, "This is Master Yoda."

"George, it's really enviable here."

These are the props carefully prepared by Industrial Light and Magic, Ryan is very interested, "Does the Jedi Knight have laser swords?"

"That's it."

George Lucas took a plastic rapier from the shelf and handed it to Ryan, "It is coated with a fluorescent layer during shooting and then processed with post-production special effects. It is the standard weapon of the Jedi Knights."

Ryan held it in his hand and waved it a few times before immediately losing interest. The props were just props.

Soon, Lucas's assistant came over, and Natalie was dressed up and waiting for him as the director and producer.

"May I?"

When he walked to the audition room, Ryan pointed to the door and asked Lucas.

"of course."

George Lucas nodded, opened the door and walked in first.

Ryan followed right in and almost laughed when she saw Natalie dressed up.

At this time, the Long Island girl had her hair curled up high, with a wig on top, and two red dots on her snow-white face coated with thick foundation. The long robe worn on her body is indescribably complicated, and it is precisely the Japanese-style geisha makeup that has been complained by countless people in the previous life.

This look is as ugly as it is! Ryan can only sigh with emotion.

Sit aside. Ryan kept silent, watching Natalie cooperate with George Lucas in silence. In fact, there are some things that he doesn't need to say, and the two sides have a tacit understanding. As long as the effect of Natalie's audition is above the standard line, this role will belong to her 100%.

About half an hour later, Lucas ended the audition and asked Natalie some questions about the script and the role. These are not difficult for smart girls.

The only problem is that there is a conflict between the time when the film is turned on and the performance of "Annie Diary", but these are all minor problems. Lucas can completely postpone Amidala's drama. Take shots of other characters first.

"Well, Miss Natalie..."

"George, call me Nat."

"Well, Nat, you did a great job." George Lucas sent Ryan and Natalie out of Lucasfilm.

Although George Lucas didn't make it clear. In fact, there is no suspense in this role.

"Want to go around in San Francisco?"

After starting the car, Ryan asked Natalie in the co-pilot.

"It's better to go back to Los Angeles." Natalie's brows kept frowning. After the car drove out of downtown San Francisco, she said again, "I want to go back to rest early. I will go to see Scarlett tomorrow morning."

"Scar is in a bad mood. When I talked to her on the phone a few days ago, I kept crying. You can go and see her. After all, you are her best friend."

Speaking of Scarlett Johansson, Ryan could only shook his head. It is difficult for outsiders to help with this kind of family dispute.

"His father is too much!" Natalie snorted.

"My dear, this is Hollywood. Few men can withstand the temptation." Ryan told an accepted fact.

Some time ago, Mr. Johnson voluntarily divorced Melanie Sloan and fell into the arms of Xinhuan. Although he left most of his assets, including the North Hollywood villa, to his ex-wife, he still gave the family especially a few. The child caused great harm.

"What about you, Ryan?" Natalie stared at him brightly. "I've heard people say that there are many girls in Hollywood who dream of becoming famous overnight, looking for your personal contact information everywhere."

"Why don't I know?"

This is not a good topic, and Ryan simply pretended to be confused.

The two of them returned to Los Angeles in a conversation that sometimes joked and sometimes stabs each other.

"Nat, the law and order in Los Angeles is not very good lately. Don't leave the hotel at night." Before Natalie got out of the car, Ryan specifically asked.

"Hmm~" Natalie waved to him, "Ryan, don't forget to pick me up tomorrow morning."

"no problem."

The law and order in Los Angeles has indeed been bad enough recently. The two gunmen robbed the cash transport truck again. They are said to have powerful automatic firepower.

Ryan heard people say that the police in Los Angeles applied to bring automatic weapons to the streets, but the state government refused.

These guys are crazy! Don’t they know that the Constitution grants citizens the right to legally own guns and is used by people to commit suicide?

Of course, this is purely Ryan's extremely boring thoughts.

Entering the last day of February, Ryan got up late because of the script code last night. When he got down to the second floor, Nicole had finished breakfast and was sitting in the living room studying the script.

"Morning, Nicole."

Ryan threw the jacket on the sofa next to Nicole and walked into the dining room.

"Ryan, breakfast is in the incubator."

Nicole put her jacket on the sofa to remind the guy who entered the restaurant.

"I see, Nicole."

Just listening to this muttering sound, Nicole also knew that Ryan had found breakfast, and when she turned her attention to the script, the phone's bell rang in her coat.

Taking out the phone, Nicole pressed the answer button. This was not the first time she answered the phone for him.

"Ryan, where have you been?" The voice that came was strangely familiar.

"Nate?"

"Ah, good morning, Nicole."

"What's the matter, Nat?" Nicole frowned. "Ryan is having breakfast."

"Nothing." The voice on the other side hesitated and continued, "I made an appointment with Ryan yesterday and asked him to take me to North Hollywood to visit Scarlett. I want to ask him when he will arrive at the hotel."

Nicole thought for a while. Then he said, "Wait a moment, Ryan will leave after breakfast."

"All right then. Goodbye, Nicole."

The golden-red eyebrows were twisted in one place. An eyebrow knot protruded from her white and smooth forehead, and then Nicole felt a slender finger touch the center of her eyebrows and smoothed the eyebrow knot easily.

"Did something happen, Nicole?" The person who came over was naturally Ryan.

"Nate's phone, urge you to pick her up at the hotel." Nicole stuffed the phone into Ryan's hands.

Picking up Natalie from the Four Seasons Hotel, Ryan drove the Land Rover straight to North Hollywood, and it didn't take long to arrive near Laurel Valley. Just cross Laurel Valley Avenue, and you will be in the residential area where Scarlett Johansson's house is located.

"Have you contacted Scarlett?" Ryan asked Natalie while waiting for the signal to change.

"Yeah, I can hear it from the phone. She is very sad." Natalie adjusted her seat belt and seemed a little uncomfortable. "The broken family hurts children her age the most."

"Yeah." Ryan nodded in agreement.

As Natalie said, if Scarlett Johansson is a few years younger or older. The impact of her parents' divorce on her will not be as huge as afterwards.

"Mr. Johnson is a bit too much..."

"Well, Nat, this is someone else's private matter, not something we should intervene."

"I understand. Ryan." Natalie seemed to be still upset about her friends. "All men who abandon their wives and daughters should be thrown into the sea to feed fish."

"Come on, Nat, if it's like what you said, at least hundreds of thousands of men in the United States will be destroyed by humanity." Ryan started the car and drove into Laurel Valley Avenue.

It was just a little over nine o'clock, and Laurel Valley was a busy commercial district, with so many vehicles coming and going, and the speed could not be raised at all.

"Should there be traffic jams?"

Although the probability of traffic jams in North Hollywood is unlikely, it has not happened.

"Then only God knows."

Natalie looked around. On the left of the car was an empty parking lot, and on the right was a white rectangular building dozens of feet away.

"This is the branch of Bank of America in Los Angeles."

The car in front stopped, and Ryan stepped on the brakes and stopped near the gate of the Bank of America.

"It's said that you owed a large debt to the bank?" Speaking of the bank, Natalie remembered what Ryan had mentioned in the letter.

"It's just a few hundred million dollars, and it will be paid off soon." Ryan didn't care about the debt at all.

"I'm still waiting for you to become a tramp after you go bankrupt." Natalie stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Unlucky for me, are you happy, Nat?"

Ryan was about to rub off Natalie’s curly hair, when the red and blue light suddenly came into view. A patrol car of the Los Angeles police came oncoming, and from the auxiliary road outside the isolation fence, it turned to the Bank of America sign. White building.

Is there a bank robbery? Ryan shook his head, just about to dissipate the random thoughts in his head, suddenly all the information about the two bank robbers during this period of time jumped out.

"Nate, what time is it now?" Ryan asked with a frown.

"Nine twenty."

"Be specific."

"February 28, 1997, nine to twenty!" Although a little strange, Natalie answered.

That kind of strong sense of sight has flooded into Ryan's heart again Although memory reminds him that something great has happened in the past, he is not a computer after all, so how can I think about it for a while? Out-of-body incident.

Bank of America! Laurel Valley Avenue! White rectangular building! Police car... and two robbers!

When these symbols drifted past Ryan's eyes one by one, the title of a documentary film appeared-one hundred thousand in a hurry!

In his previous life, he had watched this documentary on TV and on the Internet, but he was not particularly impressed. Now he finally understands why.

"Nate..."

"Bah! Bah..."

The sound of automatic rifles kept coming from the Bank of America, interrupting Ryan.

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