Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Before "Sherlock Holmes" was released, Karl was already working on arranging his new film.

He didn't hide this matter from the beginning, and told James, who is now almost a member of D&M's management, as a report, and by the way, asked him to think about when to start filming the second season of "Hannibal".

Carl hasn't figured out exactly what to shoot, and he hasn't even made a decision on whether to shoot a movie or a TV series, but he must not tell James about this, otherwise James will be worried and will call him all day long. Telephone.

Moreover, Karl has seen too many interesting parallel worlds, and when things come to an end, he doesn’t know which world or story to choose for shooting, so he plans to choose a director who he likes first.

After Alexander had screened the list for him, weeding out certain directors who clearly did not conform to Carr's code of ethics, it must be said that there were not many left.

Fortunately, after browsing through, Carl still took a fancy to a candidate, a lesser-known African director.

This director is of mixed race from various countries. He is less than 30 years old. He studied at an art academy in Europe. After returning to China, he focused on the film industry. He has made more than ten well-received micro-films. There are many investors. He was included in the scope of investment. Even if Carl didn't contact him, he would be able to raise enough funds to shoot a normal-length movie in a short time.

But since Carl took the initiative to contact him, of course he agreed with ecstasy, packed his things, and flew to the United States on the nearest plane that night.

His name is Abel.Yang, when he stood in front of Karl, he still had a warm smile on his face. His honey-colored skin and bright expression made Karl feel like he had come to some kind of vacation beach.

"Hello, Yang." Carl opened his mouth first, and he also smiled, but compared with Yang, this smile is much more restrained, "You came so fast, I haven't even told you what I got script……"

"Any script is fine! Please call me Abel, sir," said Abel, who shook Carl's hand warmly. "You have no idea how important your invitation is to me. Whatever you need to shoot, just do it." Give me."

"Oh." Carl said, he seemed to be frightened by Abel's reaction, a little bit at a loss, "I will have someone send you the script as soon as possible, please wait for the news from us."

It was beyond his expectation that Abel came to the door so early, and the young director was not usually so impatient.

When he talked about this with James, it was still James who woke up the dreamer.

"What misunderstanding do you have about your fame, Boss... You are famous for being rich and powerful, but you don't care about things. When you meet an investor like you when making a movie, we will wake up from our dreams with laughter! Now even the most famous people in Hollywood The well-known director will agree to your invitation, not to mention that Yang is just a newcomer who has never made a movie. You may be the most important opportunity in his life. He is not You're stupid, I'm sure you'll catch it tightly."

"I didn't expect him to move so fast." Carl admitted honestly, "But now I haven't even found a suitable script, how can I tell him this? Have you ever encountered an interesting script?"

"No." James said, he sighed deeply in his heart, and said that the boss still did what he thought of as always, "I will help you ask, with luck, we can get a good script .”

The news that Carl lacks a script now spread through James, and was soon known by the group of Hollywood bigwigs who were trying their best to find a way to get in touch with Carl. They immediately seized the opportunity and launched an urgent After screening and arguing about the series, and then with a stack of carefully selected scripts, he met Karl through Laoyo with anxiety.

Nominally, they just said they invited Carl to a small charity gala.

In the past, Karl would never go to a party like this, but now the situation is different. He has completely entered the circle, and he must take the rules of the circle to heart. Most banquets and meaningless fun He no longer needs to accommodate the occasion, but he still has to go to a charity gala where the details are not disclosed to the public, but the public knows something about it.

So Carl went, dressed in classic "Kal-El" fashion, and the way he spoke and the way he acted.

Not many people came to the charity gala, and most of them were people from the entertainment circle, well-known actors, directors, top models, designers or fashion magazine editors, upper-level people in film and television companies, referees for certain awards, some Weird association—Americans like associations—and some politicians mixed in, and I don't know what they are here for.

The whole process of the banquet was full of cold and restrained intimacy, champagne mixed with perfume, and dazzling lights.

Charity donations are just a small project of the party, and the real function of the party is communication.

Everyone was talking, and Karl was stopped by several actors he had never met before and said a lot. He couldn't remember exactly what was said. It wasn't a topic he was interested in anyway. It was also very boring, their facial expressions and demeanor revealed a sense of excitement, and the smell of medicine and drugs flowed in their veins.

Carl got tired of them without saying a few words. He got rid of the entanglement of these people and went up to the second floor. He leaned on the marble railing and watched the people downstairs singing and dancing.

Every face wears an exaggerated mask, and every expression is too fake.

The people present knew it, but none of them had such keen eyesight as Karl, and they couldn't see the subtle unnaturalness in each other's facial expressions, and they couldn't smell the smell that revealed their true emotions—those that came from the human body. The smell of hormones.

Smell never lies.

And they were so clear to Karl that it was extremely difficult to deceive himself, to disguise himself.

"Are they boring you?" Someone whispered in his ear.

Carl was startled, he turned his head following the sound, but the speaker had already moved from his right side to his left side, he only caught a dark red elegant figure, and her skirt was slowly flowing over his feet , as if a hand was gently touching his chest.

She stopped on his left, then turned around, revealing a face with slightly raised lips.

"Hey boy," she repeated in a soft voice, "are they boring you?"

"A little bit," Carl admitted.

He turned his head and looked at her intently, as if he had been bewitched by this goblin-like woman.

Her dark black hair was as lush and lustrous as seaweed, her light brown eyes were reminiscent of amber, and every line of her body was round and full without edges or corners.

She will remind people of many things, such as the harvest of autumn, the pregnant mother, and when she smiles, she is naturally charming and dignified.

"Don't be bored by them. Come on, follow me, boy, the fun is elsewhere," she said, turning first.

Carl followed without much thought, and since he knew exactly what was going to happen next, the appearance of this beautiful woman would not surprise him too much.

But when he followed her upstairs along the road, he still couldn't help asking: "Are you an actor?"

"Oh dear, I absolutely am."

"It's weird, I don't remember seeing you today," Carl continued, staring straight at her curiously but deftly keeping the direct gaze from being too offensive, "You played what movie?"

"I've played many roles, bodyguards, spies," she said, "and this time, I'm a guide."

They stopped in front of a room door, the black-red wooden door was locked, and this unknown woman put her hand on the doorknob lightly, and the gold-plated handle looked dull in her hands.

"Wait, what's your name?" Carl asked, but the woman had already unlocked the door and pushed the door open.

The heat wave that was sealed behind the door surged out. It was a wave of incense and ambiguous warm lighting. The atmosphere was quiet and low-key, but there was an inexplicable ambiguity and sense of color. The waiters strolled lightly, and the gauze curtains divided the place into countless small rooms. The woman who brought Carl into the room continued to walk in, and Karl quickly followed, looking curiously at the looming parts behind the gauze curtains. scenery.

"Shh," the woman said, "don't look, boy, that's not the point of tonight."

"you have not answer my question yet."

"Why are we bothering with my name already? I didn't ask yours, dear."

"But you obviously know who I am, and I don't know who you are."

"That sounds very unfair." The woman smiled softly, "Then...call me 'Luo'."

"It doesn't sound like a real name, it sounds like a nickname, or a nickname, or something."

"Be quiet, boy," she said, stopping at last.

They stopped at the innermost floor of this unknown room, in front of another door.

The door was painted black, and the doorknob looked to be that very old silverware, and although it had been maintained to shine, it still couldn't hide the ancient atmosphere it exuded.

Luo opened the door for him, and then she made a gesture of invitation: "Here, boy. The next thing is not up to me. You know, I'm just your guide tonight."

It's just a few business talks, Carl thought, why did those Hollywood bigwigs do this?

He went in.

Then he knew he was wrong, terribly wrong, terribly wrong.

First of all, what is waiting for him here is definitely not a Hollywood bigwig. Even if he has never seen what a Hollywood bigwig looks like, he knows that it is absolutely impossible for those old people with an average age of over 60 to have such a fierce face. muscle.

Secondly, these people are definitely not looking for him to discuss business.

So...he met, kidnapped?