Chapter 32: Go to my house for a cup of coffee

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"We are only temporary partners."
Uma Thurman shrugged indifferently, and Duke didn't mean to continue to ask. This kind of temporary relationship described as a ‘cannon friend’ in the past life is countless in Hollywood.
If you are interested in each other, you can get together. If you feel good, you can continue to communicate. Otherwise, wave goodbye. Hollywood plays such a scene every day, from extras to big-name celebrities to first-line production directors. No one will be surprised or surprised by this, whether it is insiders or the general public.
In most of the half an hour in the banquet hall, Duke could not remember how many glasses he had drunk. Although most of them were champagne, his volume was not very good. Although he was not drunk, he still felt a little Top-heavy.
"I suggest you go to the bathroom to vomit once."
Nancy, the agent who has been invisible, walked over at this moment and stood next to Duke in a low voice suggesting, "This will feel better, and then you can come back and continue."
"I will go if necessary." Duke nodded slightly.
"Well..." Nancy Josephson took the initiative to take his arm and led Duke to the left side of the banquet hall, "I will introduce you to some people."
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"Some of them may not be your favorite," she whispered as she walked. "But even if the other party has hatred against you, you must restrain yourself in this situation."
"Nancy," Duke replied softly, "I think you should understand that I am not an impulse."
"Hi, Lei..."
The female agent let go of her hand and enthusiastically beckoned to the front. She walked over and gently hugged a forty-year-old woman who turned here, "I haven’t seen you for a while, you look like Younger."
"Nancy, it always makes people happy to hear you."
After the other party had finished speaking, Nancy Josephson looked over here and introduced, "Lee, this is Duke. Duke, this is Ms. Lei Sancheini, a very good producer."
"Nice to meet you……"
Duke took the initiative to stretch out his hand, and the two shook it lightly, and then, like all social interactions, they said something unnutritive.
"Lee Sancheini is a producer who often collaborates with 20th Century Fox."
Leaving that small circle, Nancy simply told Duke some information about the other party, "She has James Cameron's new project in her hand, and Twentieth Century Fox is basically sure to start the project."
"Will this project affect us?" Duke asked immediately.
"It doesn't have much impact." Nancy explained as he walked, "Cameron asked for too much investment. Fox will only spend 15-20% of it, and the rest will be resolved through financing."
This project must be "True Lies". Thinking like this in his mind, Duke did not say. His eyes left Nancy and turned in front of him. There were many people gathered there, most of them surrounded by two women. .
The two women, one petite and tall, seem to be very close.
The petite one is Naomi Watts, while the other tall woman in high heels is definitely more than six feet. The characteristic wide forehead and the unique sickly white face are unforgettable, despite the enthusiastic smile on the corner of the mouth. There is always a cold feeling.
"This is a woman with a complicated mind." Nancy reminded Duke in a low voice, "What do you think of Nami? But two Nami together are not her opponents."
"Hi, Nami..." Nancy took Duke and walked quickly, and when the people around him dispersed, she said, "Don't you introduce your friends?"
Although they are not first-line figures, they still have some fame. In fact, there is no need to introduce them. Naomi Watts just said a few words.
"Hello, Mrs. Cruise."
Hearing Nancy's greeting, Duke's eyes swept across the tall woman's face like lightning, keenly catching a trace of haze.
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Kidman."
Gently squeezing the other's slender fingers, Duke said directly, "You can call me Duke..."
"It's nice to meet you, Duke." She nodded to this side, her smile seemed a little sincere, "You can call me Nicole or Mary."
"It's my honor."
Just like Nancy, many people in Hollywood know that Nicole Kidman is not a simple woman, but they only regard her as a symbol next to Tom Cruise. Only Duke knows the motives and methods of this woman. Among the first-line actresses in the future, they can definitely be ranked among the top ranks.
"I have seen your "Earth Ambition" this year."
A waiter was hired. Duke picked up four glasses of champagne from the tray and handed them to the three people around one by one. He raised his glasses to them, took a sip, and said, "Your heroine is so impressive. deep impression."
"It's a pity that I lost to your "Speed ​​of Life" at the box office."
Having said that, Nicole Kidman did not have too many regrets on her face, "I hope we have a chance to cooperate in the future."
"There must be a chance." Duke said politely.
"Time is almost up, I think I should go."
Just after drinking the wine in the glass, Nicole Kidman said goodbye, "Goodbye, Nami. Goodbye, Duke."
Watching the tall figure hurriedly away, Naomi Watts took two cups of soda from the passing waiter and handed it to Duke at random. He turned his eyes towards the door and said, "Her husband is a controlling desire. Super strong man. After Mary married him, she had to give up Catholicism and change to Scientology. She could not stay too late to socialize alone. She was able to gain a foothold in Hollywood through Tom Cruise, but this does it worth?"
"Whether it's worth it, only those who are in it will understand."
If it were not for the help of his mother, Duke would not know when he would be able to do what he is now. "Hollywood only looks at the results and never pays attention to the process."
"Yes." Naomi Watts touched his glass, revealing the two small protruding front teeth, and gently squeezed the soda. "You are the lucky one who got good results, but Not everyone will be as lucky as you."
She curled her lips at the back of Nancy on the other side, "Take me for example. After "Life and Death" I participated in three auditions, and the producer of an independent film hinted to Nancy, and Nancy also Asked me to agree to the party's request, but I refused, and of course the role was gone."
"Independent film industry..." Duke shrugged, "It's a place more chaotic than the commercial film industry."
There are all kinds of written or unwritten rules in Hollywood, but the financial structure and power structure of large-scale commercial films are extremely complicated, and the important roles of them are by no means obtainable by taking off their clothes and sleeping with others. There is no director or production. People dare to make jokes with investments of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars.
And independent films with small investment amount, single source of funds, and relatively large producer or director power are actually far filthy than mainstream commercial film circles.
"What about you, what about your second work?" Naomi Watts raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Nancy is operating." Duke suppressed the swelling of alcohol and sighed slowly, "but so far no production company has made it clear that it wants to establish a project."
"It looks like you are a new director..." She poked Duke in the chest with her finger, "Life is not as easy as I thought."
"Do you imagine?" Duke wondered.
"The production company is rushing to find you to invest, and countless media are rushing to visit."
She leaned closer, and there was almost no alcohol on her body. She probably didn't drink much. "A lot of beautiful women are chasing you with courtesy."
"That is a scene only in the movie."
Probably it was the drink coming up. Duke felt a little headache, squeezed his forehead, and said, "I'm still worried about the investment in new projects. The media moved the target after a few days of hype when the film was off-stage. As for women? Mar Thurman is a little more enthusiastic about me than before..."
"Sorry……"
Speaking of this, Duke felt that he could not bear it any longer, and turned and walked towards the bathroom.
Seeing the back of Duke leaving, Naomi Watts tilted her head and thought, and the corners of her mouth turned slightly upwards. The waiter invited the waiter to ask for a handkerchief, followed by and waited at the door of the bathroom.
Nancy Josephson’s words are definitely empirical. When Duke was standing in front of the faucet and washing his hands, he felt much better than before. He could drink some alcohol, but the amount of alcohol was definitely not good. After vomiting it out, he felt much better.
Looking at the mirror, the dress was still clean, and he sighed gently in his palm. The smell was not too obvious. Du Ke calmed down his breathing and walked out of the bathroom slowly.
"Better?"
Just stepping out, a handkerchief was handed to him, Duke took it and wiped the corners of his mouth, "Thank you, it's better."
"The party is almost over." Naomi Watts took the initiative to take back the handkerchief and threw it into the trash can. "Fox people are basically gone. You should go back soon."
Knowing that his physical condition is not very good, Duke shook his head to make himself more awake before he said, "Nami, help me to say hello to Nancy."
After speaking, he did not return to the banquet hall, but walked along the side corridor towards the outside of the hotel. He had just exited the bright glass door, and before reaching the parking lot, he heard the sound of dense high heels falling from behind. .
"Duke, Duke..."
Turning his head, looking at Naomi Watts, who was eagerly catching up, Duke asked suspiciously, "What happened?"
"You drink too much..." She chased Duke in a few steps, "I'll send you back."
The current state is indeed not suitable for driving, and Duke did not refuse, and simply followed Naomi Watts to her red Ford and sat in the co-pilot.
When the car pulled out of the parking lot, he lowered the window glass and said to the side, "Santa Monica, Marina District."
The red Ford swiftly headed west along the highway, and Duke was in a state of confusion with the drunken breeze.
After not knowing how long he felt a bit dry, he opened his eyes hard, only to find that the car was parked under an apartment building, which did not seem to be Santa Monica.
"Are you awake?" Naomi Watts' crisp voice sounded next to her, her blue-green eyes gleaming with faint water, "I don't know where you live, so I had to bring you to West Hollywood. "
"Is there any water in the car?" Duke asked, squeezing his forehead.
"No..." Naomi Watts looked sideways at Duke, and pointed to the apartment building next to him. "Go to my place for a cup of coffee?"
Naomi Watts looked at Duke, and Duke was also looking at her. The air seemed to exude the smell of sparks. It was the most primitive desire, hope, and attraction between men and women.