[US Entertainment] Best Director

Preris, who was being held by Leonardo, looked at the blonde girl across the air.

The moment the blond girl saw Prairis's face clearly, her face turned pale.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Prairie explained.

".........you misunderstood."

"What's the misunderstanding? You're not the new director Garfield is looking for to take over "Green Lantern"??"

"......"

Prairis looked at the blonde with a confused look on his face.

Under the sight of Prairis, the blond girl covered her chest, with a face of giving up her life for righteousness, and raised her head righteously.

"Don't look at it, I won't change it even if you look at it again, not even a single design!"

"...Joseph?" Prairis asked in disbelief.

The blonde snorted back haughtily.

Leonardo let go of Priris' arm, picked up the shirt slowly, and buttoned it.

Looking at Prairis's expression at this time with great interest.

"..." Prairis was silent for a while.

He glanced at the model of the Green Lantern whose head had fallen out of his hands, and then at the tall blonde in front of him.

"Are you sure you don't want to change it?"

"No change." Joseph said firmly.

"Okay, sign it." Prairius took a document out of his bag.

Joseph took it, and was furious, threw the document to the ground, screaming.

"You are going to fire me??? You are going to fire me?? You are abusing your power!! I will tell Garfield!"

Prairie raised an eyebrow.

"You can go ahead and talk, but now, I regret to tell you that you have been fired."

Picking up the contract that was thrown on the ground, flicking the ashes, Pryris put it on the table next to Joseph.

"Goodbye, Ms. Joseph." Prairis shifted his gaze to Leonardo again, "and...Mr. DiCaprio."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Walking downstairs, Prairie heard someone calling her from behind.

It's Leonardo.

"Director Klander, wait a moment," he said.

Prairie stopped in his tracks.

Turned.

Leonardo walked to Prairis' side.

"You gave up "The President" for "Green Lantern"?"

Prairie nodded incredulously.

"This is not a wise choice, Director Klander." Leonardo raised his eyebrows, "Although the production budget of "Green Lantern" is much higher than that of "President Killing Bureau", the actors of "President Killing Bureau" It's Relin Gollins and George Clooney, the screenwriter is Grant Heslov, and even the art director of "Green Lantern" is stingy with a blonde with big breasts and no brains. Director Klander had to Said that your vision for film selection is not as good as before."

"Blonde girl with big breasts and no brains?" Prairis raised her eyebrows, "Although I don't approve of her working ability, but Mr. DiCaprio, if I remember correctly, didn't you just learn from Miss Joseph?" come out of your house?"

"One nightstand." Leonardo said calmly.

"........"

"Compared to her aesthetics, her figure is still good."

Prairis was a little stuck.

Leonardo looked at her strangely, "Hey, don't tell me you haven't tried it."

Prairis's ears were red, which was particularly obvious against her milky white skin.

"...I really haven't tried it, have I?"

"Mr. DiCaprio, I don't think you should focus on this." Preris pursed her lips, her ears flushed.

Leonardo raised the corners of his lips knowingly.

"of course."

Prairie took a few steps forward.

Leonardo caught up again.

"I wonder if I will be lucky enough to send you back?"

Driving by, through the rearview mirror, Prairis saw the paparazzi squatting in the grass with their cameras shining brightly.

"........."

As the dream of billions of girls, Leonardo, a super-A actor who has been famous for a long time in Hollywood, and who can make headlines with a water pistol, after a month of silence, he finally lived up to the expectations of another scandal—unexpectedly Yes, everyone's first reaction when they saw this scandal was not "Ah, my idol was robbed", but... a conspiracy theory? ? ?

Prairis looked at the maxed out Twitter with a dazed expression.

"Leonardo + Preris? Business + art??? Another new film form after "Approaching Iraq"???"

"Pryris Klander.......that European director who made Fingersmith and Sagan???? Isn't she gay???"

"Combined with the speculation of the previous 3600 million film salary, no one doubts that Leonardo will star in Pryris' new movie...Maybe it's for the new movie..."

After the third comment came out, comments like "Stone Hammer! Prairie Klander would not hesitate to slap Leonardo for the new movie "Green Lantern"!" were quickly flooded the screen.

Even James Cameron, who focused on the post-production of "Avatar", knew it.

In the afternoon, when Prairis went to 20th Century Fox to supervise the production of "Avatar" for post-mixing, James Cameron, who had been with him for a month and was still familiar, was suddenly interested in teasing during the break.

"Hey, Prairie, I heard you're going to steal Nolan's leading man for Green Lantern?"

"......"

Priris moved his finger to the delete key with a blank expression.

James Cameron: "....I was wrong."

A month later, the sound effect editing and final mixing of "Avatar" under the charge of Prairis were basically completed. James Cameron watched the final version in the mixing room and said nothing for a long time.

From the somewhat jerky "Letters from Iwo Jima", to the compelling "Sagan", to the spicy and pioneering "Approaching Iraq"......

In just five years, he witnessed with his own eyes that this girl has changed from an unknown newcomer to a famous European director, to a top European director, and now to a world art film master......

"If you are not a director, I really hope you can be my exclusive sound editor." James Cameron said after pondering for a long time.

"You're being polite." Prairie said with a smile.

"When is the premiere scheduled?"

"At the beginning of the next month." James Cameron took out a paper and pen from his pocket, wrote and handed it to Pryris "This is my phone number, if you need help with the new movie, just ask, after all, I also After making commercial films for so many years, there are always some tricks that Stephen doesn't know about."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Prairie left 20th Century Fox for a month.

After a brief tidying up, he went back to his apartment in London.

Today is the day when the apartment expires, and she doesn't plan to continue living in it.

Ennio had moved back to France a few days ago, the house was empty, the floor was covered with a thick layer of dust.

After sorting out all the things that belonged to me, looking at the remaining half of the clothes in the closet, after thinking for a long time, I still dialed the phone.

Ennio's voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had a cold again.

He called her name lightly.

"Reith?"

She murmured.

"I plan to retire my London apartment. What should I do with your clothes? Should I store them somewhere first or send them to you?"

Ennio on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, then asked.

"Why did you return the apartment?"

"Perhaps I forgot to tell you? I have accepted a new movie, DC's. I'm afraid I will spend a long time in Hollywood." Prairis replied.

Holding the phone in his right hand, he casually sorted out Ennio's clothes hanging in the closet with his left hand, only to find a note and a receipt in the right pocket of the gray windbreaker he usually wears.

Open it curiously.

A series of familiar numbers are displayed on this note.

Ennio on the other end of the phone seemed a little tired.

The tone is dull.

"Then send me my clothes, and I'll send you my new address later."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

stunned.

It seemed that in his memory, Ennio would never hang up the phone first.

Prairis looked at the note in his hand and said nothing.

After a long silence, he walked to the telephone booth across the street.

Dial the number on the note.

Her heart was beating violently.

Repeatedly praying not to be the person she imagined.

But God didn't seem to hear her prayer.

The call is connected.

The voice on the other end of the phone rang.

The tone is clear, as always.

"Hello?"

Suddenly, she hung up the phone.

She thought she'd be muddled, but she wasn't.

Walk back to the apartment step by step.

Dial Ennio's phone.

"I see," she said.

His tone was cold, as if separated by a layer of ice bricks.

Ennio on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and finally said.

"sorry."

"You don't need to be sorry. After all, you have spent a lot of thought on playing this kind of game." Prairis put the phone close to his ear, evoking a sarcastic smile.

The glass screens are as cool as an icy British winter.

Ennio couldn't describe his current mood.

He squeezed his pale palms tightly until deep red pits were formed.

The windows were not completely closed, and a few gusts of cold wind spilled in. Did you feel a sore throat? Involuntarily, you coughed heavily.

"How much did she give you? Ten million? Fifty million? Or the 1000 million francs owed by your mother?" She asked sarcastically in the cold wind.

Hang up.

He put the phone close to his ear, hoping to keep some of her warmth.