[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

Hearing Edmundo's voice, the producer subconsciously trembled twice. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the room focusing on him, as if someone was slowly piercing his stomach with a needle.The convulsive nausea made him dizzy, and then he swayed twice and staggered to his feet.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry, it's my fault." Edmondo's voice was filled with a sense of superiority, and he waved his hand, "It's nothing else, it's just that half a year has passed and I still don't know your Just calling Mr. Producer by name sounds too distant, doesn't it?"

The producer clenched his back teeth secretly, God knows how much he wanted to strangle this beautiful little thing in front of him so that he could no longer speak sarcasm, and could no longer threaten him.

But no, he couldn't and didn't dare to do it.

"This is my dereliction of duty, you don't have to feel sorry." The producer put on a bright smile and walked over to Edmondo and extended his hand, "I'm Sam Huey, you can just call me Sam."

Edmondo smiled lazily, stretched out his hand and shook the producer perfunctorily for a moment, and quickly took it back, his actions were completely different from the respect he expressed.

Go to hell, bitch, the producer cursed loudly in his heart, but due to the occasion, he could only swallow the other party's malice with a smile.

The topic ended for a while, and the conference room suddenly fell silent.

Edmondo stared at a small black spot on the table in front of him and screened in his mind how to treat the producer. The physical injury was enough to hurt, but most of the time it could only cause temporary damage to the other party, waiting for the wound to heal It is very likely to commit another crime, so you must use bad methods to deal with bad people.

The project manager was puzzled by the sudden frozen atmosphere in the room.

"How are you, Edmondo, why did you stop suddenly?" he asked.

"—It's nothing, I just thought of something suddenly." Edmondo replied briskly.Then he lowered his eyes, started to button his neckline casually, and asked in a very casual manner: "About the unspoken rules, or the thing about the audition sofa, I don't know if you have heard of it."

The manager was taken aback. He didn't understand how Edmondo's thoughts got there, and he didn't know what he wanted to express, so he had to attribute it to a genius' jumping idea that was different from ordinary people.

Regarding unspoken rules, the industry does not regard it as a taboo, and a simple discussion will not have any negative impact on their projects. In addition to the requirements of the senior management, the manager quickly thought for a few seconds, loosened his tie, and tried his best to neutral answer.

"Not to be honest, this kind of thing is indeed very common, whether it is in Hollywood or in the British entertainment circle." He said smoothly, and deliberately ignored the profession of director, "Some actors take the initiative, and some are actors. It's hard to tell if someone behind the scenes is active, everyone wants to be famous."

Edmundo nodded slowly, and then dragged out his voice: "Then—what about the director and producer, will this happen?"

Producer Xiu Yi felt his stomach was tightly clenched, and he quietly retreated to the corner of the table, sweating profusely all over his body.

'Edmundo is not going to tell the story of that day--'

The manager nods.

"Of course it will. After all, most places now have a producer-centered system. In many cases, the director and the company do not directly connect. Issues such as revising the script or changing actors require the producer to convey the meaning and act as a middleman. And most film and television companies give priority to the opinions of producers before establishing a project, so sometimes some unknown directors will—”

Before he finished speaking, the manager suddenly noticed something. He looked at the producer standing near the corner of the table with his head down, with a serious expression on his face.

"Mr. Sam Huey, I noticed that you were reluctant to show up from the beginning. You are not usually a taciturn person."

Xiu Yi could hardly control the trembling all over his body. Once the hat of "hidden rules" was put on his head, everything he had now, including his family, and his status in the circle would be wiped out.

So he subconsciously looked at Edmondo with pleading, hoping that he could keep the secret, even though at this moment in his heart he had already thrown all the dirtiest words in the world on the white-haired director, and used the most vicious words in his fantasy Painful way to abuse|treat each other.

Edmondo grinned.

"You reacted too much, Mr. Manager." He slightly moved his legs that were upturned on the table, replaced one on top, and then turned his ankle happily, "I'm not implying anything, just discussing for entertainment." Potential hidden dangers, it’s useless, isn’t it?”

"No no." The manager smiled back, but he was still skeptical about the matter.

Leonardo's eyebrows were furrowed together, he didn't understand why Edmundo didn't expose Sam Huey in front of the manager anymore, that arrogant guy said obscene words and sexually harassed the director in front of the whole crew, if Take him to court, and more than 50 people can testify in court.

McQueen on the side sensitively sensed that the atmosphere was not right. He looked at Edmondo and gradually understood.So he also had doubts, how could a person like Edmondo be willing to protect the scum of unspoken rules?

Edmondo was still sitting in his seat, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his expression was gloomy.

Sudden--

"God, I'm starving to death. I haven't eaten anything since morning." He exaggeratedly complained, clutching his stomach, "Many people know that when I'm hungry, I'm prone to talking nonsense, Heard there's a great fried chicken place south of the Thames, so—"

Speaking of this, the producer instantly realized that it was Edmondo who was threatening him.He knew that store was the farthest diagonal distance from here, and it was the most chaotic black district in London, where gunshots occurred from time to time during the day.But... For everything that exists, for fame, Huey gritted his teeth and volunteered to help Edmondo buy fried chicken.

When Sam Huey completely disappeared into the room, the project manager's expression became serious, and he frowned and glanced back and forth at Edmondo and his actors.

"Seriously, what the hell happened?"

……

5 minute later.

The project manager who got the whole truth from Leonardo was furious that he couldn't believe he had promised the guy to go to his son's birthday party next week.

McQueen, who was listening, also frowned, with a look of suppressed anger. In contrast, Edmondo was terribly calm. He straightened his neckline, stood up and stretched.

Edmondo: "Don't pay too much attention to it. I didn't mean that he would expose his true colors to his relatives and friends when he gave his son's birthday party next week, and then fire him in public. Believe me, being caught at his son's birthday party Everyone looked at it like a monster with disappointed, frightened, or disgusting eyes, and he will never feel guilty about it again."

This method is indeed the most vicious, and the manager can't bear it. Sam Huey is a bastard, yes, but his son is innocent. Knowing his father's true face at the birthday party will be a big shadow to him.

Edmondo: "If you think about it in another way, no matter when the child finds out the truth, his father is already a bad person, and it will definitely leave a shadow in his heart. If he keeps it from him, he will receive a lot of money in the future." The damage will only be more, and that shadow may be with him for the rest of his life."

The manager sighed and didn't refute any more, it was his acquiescence to his approach.

The two shook hands, and then Edmondo left the conference room with his actors and McQueen, poking his head in and winking at the manager before leaving.

"When he buys it back, please tell him I don't eat the chicken skin and ask him to buy it again. I don't think this prank will hurt him at all. By the way-the fried chicken he bought is likely to have added ingredients , please be careful not to eat it."

……

After coming out of the meeting room, Edmondo called Anderson, intending to ask the other party to draft a contract and fax it to him, but for some reason, Anderson never answered the phone, so the matter had to be postponed.After several discussions, Edmondo decided to go to McQueen's studio to take a look at the fashion he was preparing.

Leonardo was not distracted and relaxed his vigilance against McQueen. He followed up toughly on the grounds of protecting the director. In his impression, the darkness of the fashion industry was comparable to that of Hollywood or even more excessive.

Unspoken rules, sexual|harassment|harassment, sexism, racism, all kinds of discrimination, and the terrible addiction problem.Leonardo reasonably believes that Edmondo may be harmed, such as involuntary drug use, some drug dealers create customers for themselves, let them become addicted first, and then don't have to worry about selling their goods stay home.

But soon it turned out that his worries were unnecessary. In McQueen's studio, there were only various materials and dummies for making clothes, and there were not even a few comfortable chairs for them to rest.

"Hey! Are you finally willing to come back?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, a tall and thin black-haired young man walked out of the studio. He was about 20 years old. His hair seemed to have just woken up and had not had time to fix it. He was wearing what looked like a semi-finished fashion.

Edmondo squinted his eyes to appreciate, no matter how unkempt the young man in front of him was, he couldn't hide his handsome face full of British flavor.

Leonardo, who was left behind, was completely forgotten, and he snorted softly to express his dissatisfaction.

"I've been waiting for you for several hours. Fortunately, I have this novel, otherwise I really don't know how to spend it. Your stage designer Renee will only let me eat more. We have no common language at all."

The young man walked out with a book in one hand and a carton of milk in the other.

He is a part-time model and an actor by profession. He came from drama school. After graduation, he has not been able to get a suitable role, so he is not well-known.I usually come here to help when I am free, and I am a friend of McQueen's friend.

"I heard that you went to find that big Hollywood director. How is it? Did you succeed in chasing stars? If you succeed, please ask him to write me a letter of recommendation. The current industry is really chaotic. I'm going to audition today. Then The part was supposed to be mine, and here comes a guy with a letter of introduction, and the letter was just written by an actor who was in a second-rate soap opera, and if the big director would write even a few words for me—”

The young man joked that he didn't take his eyes off the book at all, so he didn't notice that there were other people around McQueen.

The big director pursed his lips to suppress his smile, and then cleared his throat.

"Of course, a letter of recommendation is not difficult, but you have to pay something." He said briskly, "How much do you think my recommendation is worth?"

The young man choked heavily and coughed violently, but this couldn't stop him at all. After a few seconds, he raised his head suddenly, wiped away the tears brought by the physical pain and looked over in shock.

"Edmundo Moreira! I can't believe it!" He threw the milk and the book in his hand aside, adjusted his appearance a little and went up to Edmundo, "I'm David- Nice to meet you, Tennant!"