British 1986

At this time, early in the morning, outsiders came to visit again, without making an appointment or notifying me in advance, and they even got caught doing it.

This scene made Qiaowani very embarrassed.

After staring at the invisible glass window for two minutes, Qiaowani finally heard the sound of the office lock turning.

"Click"

The first person to come out was a woman with wavy permed hair.

The lady lowered her head, as if she had just discovered someone standing outside the door. She smiled and nodded to Qiaowani, then glanced at the middle-aged man next to him and nodded, and then turned away. , just left as if nothing happened.

"Ahem, cough, cough," Qiaowani coughed twice, knocked twice and said, "Director, Lawyer Curry wants to see you."

"Do you have an appointment? What kind of lawyer doesn't know the rules so well?!"

The voice in the office was still high-pitched at first, but as a middle-aged man named Corey appeared at the door of the office, the director's voice suddenly stopped.

It's best not to speak out loud in front of a lawyer, because you don't know if he will sue you for any reason!

"you are."

The director waved his hand and winked at Qiaowani, telling him to close the door and get out. Then he quickly stood up, twitched the corner of his mouth, and extended his right hand to the middle-aged man in a seemingly friendly manner.

"Hello, Mr. Director, I am Corey Sloan from Jones Day. You can call me Corey. This is my business card."

A middle-aged man named Corey Sloan held a briefcase in his left hand, and skillfully took out a silver business card box from the inner chest pocket with his right hand. With a soft ding, a business card popped out of the business card box. Corey just held up the business card box and handed it to the director.

Hearing the name of this law firm, the director's lips twitched twice more.

Jones Day is one of the best law firms in the United States, ranking among the top ten!

The business scope covers four continents, and there are many elites under its subsidiaries. To use a cruder description, they are all mad dogs and cannot be offended.

In such a large law firm, each lawyer's commission is not a small amount, and it is not affordable for ordinary young actors. Even well-known actors cannot afford such high-end lawyers, but today, such people stand in front of yourself.

After confirming the business card and seeing that there was nothing fake, the director introduced himself: "Hello Mr. Curry, my name is Boris. Are you looking for me?"

"Okay, Mr. Boris, don't be nervous. I am entrusted by Mr. Siffis, the general manager of Black Rose Media Company, to contact you and find some actors. Why don't you ask me to sit down first?"

"???"

Boris's mind almost shut down for a moment.

Looking for an actor?

media company?

What kind of stuff is this that requires such a big lawyer to be specially sent here?

I almost scared me to death!

"Ahaha, yes, I'm very sorry. Mr. Curry, please sit down. What would you like to drink?"

Boris, who breathed a sigh of relief, bent down slightly and stretched out his hand, gesturing for Corey to sit on the sofa.

The middle-aged man nodded and moved to the sofa. He looked at the fabric sofa, especially the round indentation on the sofa that looked like a big peach with open petals. There was also a small wet mark in the lower part of the middle.

Corey curled his lips, glanced at Boris with a half-smile and said, "Mr. Boris is really working hard."

Choosing a location far away from the "battlefield", Corey sat down, opened his briefcase, took out a stack of documents and placed them on the table, motioning for Boris to check them.

Boris was a little embarrassed by Corey's eyes. The incident happened suddenly, and some details hadn't been sorted out yet, and he happened to be blocked in the office.

Picking up the documents on the table, you will see a long list of conditions. The general meaning is to choose an actress. Not only must her acting skills be excellent, but she must also be well-known, preferably have won heavyweight awards, and her appearance and temperament must be outstanding. .

What stands out?

When you go bare-faced, you feel a bit country-like, but not too rustic.

After putting on makeup, you need to be elegant, dignified, quiet, and a little coquettish, but this coquettishness should be limited to the inside and not too extroverted.

It probably means being sexy from the outside in, rather than being dissolute from the inside out.

While maintaining this temperament, you must also be a little conservative, a little hungry, a little impatient, and a little guilty.

"???"

Who requested this?

Are you looking for a female politician who worked in the "technical" industry for 20 years, quit her career, got a master's degree, and finally became a member of parliament?

"this"

Seeing the embarrassment on Boris's face, Curry smiled and said: "Mr. Director, although Mr. Cephis's requirements are somewhat harsh, I think this should be difficult when the best actors in the United States are gathered here in Hollywood." I won’t knock you down, will I?”

Boris nodded with difficulty and continued reading. The time given to him by the other party was quite generous. He just had to rush to the Principality of Wales to audition for the show around Christmas.

etc.

The Duchy of Wales?

What is this place?

The ignorant Boris was shocked by the things in this document and doubted his life.

"Mr. Currie. This is the Principality of Wales? Yes."

"Oh! This is the United Kingdom! One of the kingdoms in the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. Mr. Siffis's master is there. Just think of it as the United Kingdom!"

"Mr. Cephis's master.?"

What is this and what? slave?

Tribal chief?

Boris understood everything Corey said, but he didn't realize what he meant for a while.

Facing Boris's gaze, Corey still maintained that slightly arrogant smile, raised his chin slightly, and introduced solemnly: "The owner of Mr. Siffis is a British family with a very old history. As for the specific hereditary nobles, you don’t need to know who they are. You just need to remember that I am here this time to entrust you with this matter. If you cannot handle it properly, Mr. Boris, you will be prosecuted. of."

"???"

Boris looked at the document in his hand and then at Corey sitting on the sofa.

Who would have thought that five minutes ago, he was fighting on the battlefield and fighting the enemy bravely on this sofa. Five minutes later, there was a damn lawyer sitting on this sofa, telling him that he was a servant of a noble somewhere in England. ? He was asked to find an actress who met the requirements. If he couldn't find one, would he have to bear legal responsibility?

What kind of gangster logic is this?

I am happy in the office and then disaster comes from the sky?

After swallowing, Boris confirmed the troublesome requirements on the document again: "Give me some time, Mr. Curry. I will contact you as soon as I find the candidate."

"Okay. I'm looking forward to receiving a call from Mr. Director soon."

Corey grabbed the briefcase, looked at Boris again, and simply walked out of the office.

"This son-of-a-bitch. A servant of a nobleman issued a request. You are not a nobleman. How can you be so arrogant as a son-of-a-bitch? That's bullshit!"

After Corey walked away, Boris threw the document in his hand onto the sofa and spit hard in the direction of the office door. The atmosphere just now was too depressing.