my sister is a supermodel

Ed laughed on the phone.

"All right!"

"Wait, don't hang up!"

When he was about to hang up the phone, Ed said aloud, "I signed the contract with the crew in the morning. According to the treatment of a C-level actor, your salary for this movie is 20 US dollars."

"C-level is only 20?"

Roca asked curiously, "Where is the B-level?"

"Okay, let me tell you briefly, the salary of a C-level actor is roughly in the range of 20 to 100, and the salary of a B-level actor is between 100 million and 1000 million. If it is more than [-] million, it is considered an A-level salary, and the S-level salary will have a box office share." "

"In other words, I'm barely a C-level?"

Roca asked a little depressed.

"if not?"

Ed laughed and said, "Don't forget, apart from your performance in Sex and the City, your other works have not been released yet. If you are not famous enough, you can't even get a D-level actor contract."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk"

It's so depressing. He thought he was a B-level actor, but unexpectedly he was a C-. This is the gap between ideal and reality, it's too obvious.

He put down the matter of the contract and began to think about candidates for assistants.

The first two are very suitable, the first one has strength, the second one has experience, the third one is too beautiful, too troublesome, can pass, but the fourth Tony?

He took a look at the information and made a call according to the above number.

"Hey~ Tony, I'm Roca, do you have time to chat?"

"No time, I'm sleeping"

There was a muffled voice on the phone, a sissy voice.

click~

Roca hung up the phone directly. It was 02:30 in the afternoon, and this person was still sleeping, so he was not very suitable to be an assistant.

jingle bell~

Just about to call the second person, the phone rang quickly.

Roca looked at the number on the display screen, hesitated for a moment, and connected the call anyway.

"Sorry Roca, I was drunk yesterday and I haven't woken up yet, sorry..."

Tony explained repeatedly on the phone.

Roca shook his head secretly. He drank yesterday and hadn't sobered up this afternoon. It's better not to explain this kind of explanation.

"Tony, it's okay"

They are all acquaintances, Roca didn't want to be too indifferent, "Tony, aren't you a makeup artist, why did you change your career to be an assistant? I also heard that you went to a Hollywood film crew as a makeup artist..."

"Hey, it's a long story!"

"It's okay, I don't have work today"

In a coffee shop outside Hyland Park in Brooklyn, Roca knocked half a piece of sucrose into a coffee cup and slowly stirred it with a spoon. A man with a feminine temperament was sitting opposite him.

29 years old, with a thin build and pale complexion, a pink vest and yellow leggings make her figure look like a stick.

He is Tony, whose full name is Tony Lopez, a white man of Italian descent.

Teacher Tony sighed softly, "Roca, I'm very likely to be cursed."

"curse?"

Rocca raised his eyebrows.

"Yes"

Tony kissed the silver cross on his chest, and slowly talked about his sadness.

In December last year, he put makeup on Roca, and then Roca had an accident on the field and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

It didn't take long for a model to have a car accident on the way home after participating in a fashion show and was sent to the emergency room. In February, a model suffered from depression and committed suicide and was sent to the emergency room...

Roca's eyelids twitched, "Those two are also your clients?"

Tony curled his lips and smiled wryly, "Yes, before the accident, I put on makeup for them, and then someone made a rumor that I used to put on makeup on the corpse, with a curse on my body, and people who were put on by me will suffer bad luck."

"Fake rumors?"

Maybe it is true.

"It's Nick Edward and the others"

Tony bit his lower lip and waved his fist angrily, "They are jealous of my high makeup skills and my many clients, so they use such despicable means to deal with me.

In the end they succeeded.

This rumor slowly spread from the makeup circle to the model circle, with the example of you and the other two models, everyone gradually believed it and stopped asking me for makeup.”

Roca hooked the corner of his lower lip, another person who was hurt by rumors, "Then you went to Hollywood?"

"Yes, I don't have a job anymore. There just happens to be a crew looking for a makeup artist. That crew is called "Underworld""

"Underworld?"

Rocca was a little surprised.

"Yes, this movie is about vampires, and their makeup is very eerie. It just so happens that I am very good at this, and I joined the crew smoothly."

Tony grinned the corner of his mouth, his expression was a little smug, and the next second his face collapsed again.

In the crew, he was mainly responsible for makeup for two supporting roles. Coincidentally, those two supporting characters were injured one after another during filming. It didn’t take long for the news to spread to the crew, and then everyone knew about it.

Roca was speechless, "It's very common to be injured during filming, it has nothing to do with you, you don't have to blame yourself"

"No, no, I must be cursed. I didn't believe it before, but after I converted to Christ, my heart calmed down a lot. During this time, there have been no more accidents. I think God must be blessing me, a sinner. "

Tony looked at the cross, he was very pious, and he put on a robe like a priest.

"Praise God!"