Hollywood Director 1992

"Should we go over and say hello to Link and Quentin Tarantino? They're drinking over there."

In the Beverly - Quail Bar, Nicole Kidman glanced at the group chatting, her blue eyes seeking her husband Tom Cruise's opinion.

"If they see we're here, why don't they come over and say hello?"

Tom Cruise flipped through the newspaper, not even looking up as he spoke.

"Alright, they are indeed very rude."

Nicole Kidman swirled her cocktail, glanced at her husband's indifferent face, and said with amusement,

"But Link is quite amazing, isn't he? He wrote, directed, and distributed his own movie, using $20,000 to create a global box office of $600 million. It's no exaggeration to call it a world miracle, and he's only 20 years old, worth over a hundred million, and so handsome."

"Enough!"

Tom Cruise slammed the newspaper down. "He's just temporarily lucky. Luck can't last forever. This kind of person is no different from a lottery winner, nothing to praise."

"Is that so?"

"Don't think I'm jealous. I'm stating a fact. Look at his two movies, what level are they? The directors I know say that 99% of Hollywood directors could make movies like 'Buried' and 'Paranormal Activity'. Link was just lucky to make these two movies in a favorable market trend. It has nothing to do with his personal ability."

Tom Cruise said.

"Link is at least a very talented screenwriter. I heard his scripts are great, and many film companies are scrambling to buy them."

Nicole Kidman propped her chin, a strange smile on her red lips.

"You admire him that much? Then you can go over and have a drink with him. I'm not forcing you to stay here."

"How could I? Compared to my dear, no man in the world is more outstanding than you. With you here, I won't give another man a second look."

Nicole Kidman smiled and held Tom Cruise's arm.

"Hi, Tom, Nicole, sorry we're late."

Richard Gere, the big star, walked over with his supermodel wife Cindy Crawford.

Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman stood up to greet them.

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"Link, what are you looking at?"

"Tom Cruise and Richard Gere are also here drinking."

Link said, withdrawing his gaze.

"Should we go over and say hello? Nicole Kidman and Cindy Crawford are here too. Those two are real beauties."

Quentin Tarantino smacked his lips a few times, his expression becoming obscene.

"Link probably won't take the initiative to say hello to Tom Cruise."

Steven Soderbergh said.

"Why not?"

"Did you forget? Tom Cruise publicly criticized 'Paranormal Activity' some time ago, saying that the movie was over-promoted, occupying public resources, causing a sharp drop in the exposure of other movies.

After Tom Cruise spoke out, his fans publicly burned the posters of 'Paranormal Activity', strongly demanding that theaters increase the screening rate of 'A Few Good Men'. This was clearly aimed at Link."

Steven said.

Quentin laughed. "Link, I remember that not only Tom Cruise criticized you and 'Paranormal Activity', but also Robert Downey Jr., Kiefer Sutherland, Dustin Hoffman, Rob Reiner and others also criticized your movie. It seems that what you said just now is right, your movie makes money, but it also offends a lot of people invisibly, and they are all big stars."

"This isn't funny."

"No, no, it's very funny. The entire Hollywood has been breathless under the pressure of 'Paranormal Activity's' box office numbers. It's the same in our director circle. Now that I see you being thwarted, I suddenly feel so happy, hahaha ~"

Quentin opened his mouth wide, laughing like a fool.

Link shook his head and raised his hand to wave towards the aisle. A girl in a woman's shirt and a black polka dot skirt walked over.

The girl was in her early twenties, D-cup, A4 waist, with long golden-brown hair scattered, the texture as smooth as silk, with delicate features, and a pert nose like an elf in a fairy tale.

The most charming thing about her was her pair of blue-gray eyes, big and bright, clear and charming.

"Jennifer Connelly? Link, are you saying hello to her?"

Quentin exclaimed in surprise.

Link stood up and pulled Jennifer Connelly to sit down, introducing her to the others.

Quentin noticed that when Link spoke, he put his hand on Jennifer Connelly's waist, that sinful palm intimately holding Jennifer Connelly's slender waist, his fingers almost touching her abdomen.

This posture was like holding his woman.

Is Jennifer his girlfriend?

That's not right.

Quentin remembered that Link's girlfriend was Monica Bellucci, a super sexy Italian beauty.

Why is Link holding Jennifer Connelly now?

What is this guy doing?

Taking advantage of Jennifer Connelly getting up to go to the bathroom, Quentin jumped up, sat next to Link, put his arm around his shoulder, and asked in a low voice,

"Honestly, what's your relationship with Jennifer?"

"Good friend, just good friends."

"Heh heh, what about Monica, did you break up?"

Quentin's eyes darted around.

"Of course not, Monica is at home reading scripts."

"... What does that mean? You bastard, you're two-timing?"

Quentin grabbed his collar and questioned him.

This bastard not only stole the Italian beauty Monica Bellucci, but also held the jade girl star Jennifer Connelly in his arms, and even openly said that Jennifer Connelly was also his girlfriend.

This bastard is too shameless.

Link looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what he was excited about.

"Is there a problem?"

"You're two-timing, don't you think there's a big problem here?"

Quentin roared in a low voice.

Steven Soderbergh, Robert Rodriguez, Lawrence Bender, and Roger Avary stopped talking and looked at the two strangely.

"What's the problem? Last time I went to your apartment, there were two women in your bedroom, didn't you also have one on each side?"

"That's not the same, those two were prostitutes, they came to my house to work, I'm their customer, it's not like having one on each side."

"What's the difference, are the people who patronize prostitutes more noble?"

Link joked.

Quentin Tarantino saw Jennifer Connelly coming back, pointed at Link, and said through gritted teeth, "You've fallen."

"What are you guys talking about?"

Jennifer Connelly sat back next to Link with a smile.

"Quentin is almost thirty and hasn't found a girlfriend yet. He asked me why I could get you, and asked me for advice. I told him that if he has the chance, he can take the girl he likes to ride a roller coaster."

Link smiled, holding Jennifer.

"Don't mention roller coasters, I suspect you did it on purpose."

Jennifer Connelly pointed at him, a hint of dissatisfaction on her pretty cheeks.

"What did I do on purpose?"

"Hmph, you knew I'd be scared, but you still took me to do some very dangerous projects, making my legs weak when I got off. That was on purpose."

"Wasn't it a great date?"

"It was indeed."

Jennifer Connelly smiled and kissed him.

"..."

Quentin rolled his eyes on the opposite side. Today he only asked Link out for a drink, he didn't say he was bringing a female companion. Now there are seven men in the booth, and only Link has a beauty in his arms.

This situation looks more like Link is flaunting his newly acquired girlfriend.

But this time, Link really got to show off.

This guy not only has Monica Bellucci hidden at home, but also brought the 'popular young flower' Jennifer Connelly with him. His luck with women is too good.

Quentin gnashed his teeth with jealousy.

"Miss Connelly, I'm your fan, can you sign an autograph for me?"

Robert Rodriguez asked somewhat embarrassedly.

"Sure, you're Link's friend, so you're also my friend. An autograph is no problem."

Jennifer Connelly took Robert Rodriguez's notepad and signed it quickly with a pen.

It's embarrassing ~ Quentin glanced at Robert. Before asking him to come, this guy said he was Link's fan, admired Link very much, and said that filming 'El Mariachi' was influenced by 'Buried'.

But after meeting, he didn't ask Link for an autograph. Now that he met Jennifer Connelly, he hurriedly asked for an autograph, with a shy look on his face.

Sure enough, beauty is more important than idols.

"Robert, are you writing a new script?"

Link pointed to the notepad, A4 size, which can be rolled up and put in a pocket at any time.

"Yes, but not really, just writing the beginning. I'm used to carrying a small notebook with me, recording any inspiration that suddenly comes to mind."

Robert Rodriguez said.

"That's a good way. After the new script is written, if you need investment, you can come to me, and Steven too. You are all very talented directors. If you need investment, you can come to me, I'll invest in it."

"Haha, Link, you said it. I happen to have a project that needs investment. How about I show it to you in a few days?"

Steven Soderbergh laughed.

"No problem, you can come anytime."

Link smiled.

Steven Soderbergh, Quentin Tarantino, and Robert Rodriguez are among the best of the younger generation of directors.

Investing in their movies, even if it loses money now, will earn it back in the future.

In addition, with the box office subsidy system, even if these people make a movie that is too bad, as long as he participates in the filming and production process, he may be able to get a box office subsidy.

Even a little subsidy, the box office data will not be too bad.

So this kind of investment is a sure profit.

Also, when he said these words, Jennifer Connelly held his arm even tighter, as if holding something she cherished in her arms.

Link could clearly feel the softness of her big D cup.