[American Entertainment] The road to becoming a god

【Seriously, did your supercomputing brain predict this result? 】Joe walked into the door of Hodge’s house with a new script, which is now Gaspar’s home,【Don’t tell me how this will affect the future, I’m sure Gaspar will be reluctant to leave. 】

Before coming to the building, Joe had gone through a large garden, which really gave him a new understanding of money. Joe has been to so many producers and directors' homes, and none of them can compare with Hodge.

[Judging from the existing database, the future development is still positive. 】The system said.

[As I said, the future world is a world of big data, and everything can be predicted by data. 】The system said, 【I can perform calculations, do you want to know? 】

[Where are these words. ] Joe greeted Hodge's butler while replying to the system, 【I'm not Garth, he's an actor, so he can't be affected. I'm an agent, and I'm at the helm in this relationship.If I can know whether there is a reef ahead, why should I refuse. 】

【OK. 】

The voice of mechanical calculation sounded in Joe's mind, 【Not now. 】Joe said,【We will plan in detail after I give the script to Garth and go back. 】

So the calculation sound stopped, and the system said [as you wish].

Somehow Joe always felt that the system seemed unhappy.

At the same time, the butler led Joe to Gaspar's room. The door of the room was not closed tightly. Through it, Joe saw Gaspar lying on the big bed with his feet up and listening to music on a tape. Ha, the poor boy has changed After becoming a son-in-law, Joe couldn't help laughing out loud. The sound alarmed Gaspar on the bed. Gaspar hurriedly flipped down and stuffed the tape and earphones under the mattress.

"Don't hide it, I saw it." Joe walked in with a suppressed smile, he looked around, the room was as expensive as his entire family property, "the feeling of being rich is so intoxicating, isn't it."

"Don't laugh at me, if it were you, you would do the same." Gaspar sat cross-legged on the floor, he stretched out his hand to stroke the soft carpet hair, every inch smelled of money, "Corrupting capitalism, huh. "

Joe nodded: "Isn't it? I can only say that rich people are not all perverts." He took out the script from his bag and threw it to Gaspar, "Then read this script before you are completely corrupted by sugar-coated shells." Bar."

Gaspar took the plastic-wrapped script, and on the first page it opened was titled "Bird Street Isle."

"Bird Street Isle," Gaspar read, "what kind?"

"World War II."

"World War II?"

"Well, the story of a young Jewish boy is almost a one-man show." Joe squeezed his chin, looking like he was waiting for praise. "The crew originally hoped to find a boy aged 13-15, but—the director likes you very much."

"Then when is the audition?"

"You don't have to compete with other people. The crew found me." Joe said, "Because this is not a commercial film and the salary is not high, the director called me and hoped that we could take it. I read it, and it is indeed a good script. Good screenplay that won an award."

Gaspar raised his eyebrows and looked over. "Sounds good," he said in German, then switched back to English. "Persecuted Jewish boy, just made for me." Did you see that this is an award-winning film?"

"Well, the future is not static, it depends on your acting skills." Joe deliberately provoked him, "By the way - you don't need to use German for this movie, and the director is Danish."

"Oh, good. I'll take it." Gaspar didn't look at the content behind, "Let me tell you, no matter what the award is, it's mine."

As expected, the agent nodded, "But before that, I have to tell you something," he said, "It's half good news and half bad news for you - this film was shot in Germany, Bavaria, Germany , on the outskirts of Munich."

this means……

"I can go to the Bayern game!" Gaspar almost jumped up, "I love this script!"

"Don't be in a hurry to love." Joe waved his hand, "I haven't finished, the crew is expected to start in two months, but they want you to go now, adapt to the environment and bring emotions, and you need to lose at least 15 pounds."

"15 pounds!"

"Yes." Joe said, "You are a 13-year-old Jewish boy who was persecuted by the Nazis. Do you think you will be healthy?"

Gaspar sighed: "That's true." He stood up and stretched long, "Let's go, we're going to Munich to watch the competition and make a movie."

Joe: "..."

This kid really wanted to watch the game.

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When they arrived in Munich by plane, the crew had just started to set up work. The director welcomed them warmly and kept welcoming Gaspar in his German-sounding English.

"This is our main scene." Director Soren Krajabudsen said, pointing to the scene being built, "Because there are shots of bombardment and collapse in the later stage, we will use the scene we built ourselves."

Gaspar nodded in understanding, and then he asked, "Will it involve the special effects scene in the studio? I want to know in advance and adjust the performance method based on this."

"Of course." Sauron said, "Curtains will be used in some close-ups and building collapse shots, but not many. You can just perform normally, and we will explain in detail when the time comes."

Gaspar nodded again, and he looked around. This was an open space, and the shadow of the factory could be vaguely seen in the distance.He pulled the handle of the suitcase and asked, "So where do the actors live? I want to pack it first."

The director slapped his forehead: "Look at me, I forgot such an important thing." After finishing speaking, he found an assistant and asked the assistant to drive Gaspar, "We all live in a small town hotel not far away. It will be there in 15 minutes."

The assistant took Gaspar's suitcase and motioned him to follow him.After greeting the director and agent, Gaspar followed his assistant to the town hotel.

"This is a very simple town." After getting off the car, the assistant said, touching his nose with his thumb, "To be honest, I never thought there would be such enthusiastic Germans."

Gaspar followed him out of the car, "Well, happy Bavarian people can always break your stereotype, I used to..."

Unexpectedly, before Gaspar finished speaking, a white football whizzed and flew towards him.

"careful!"

Gaspar looked over subconsciously, and the ball hit his forehead.Gaspar staggered two steps back, and managed to stabilize his body.

"Oh my god... I'm sorry, I was practicing in the yard, I didn't expect to fly so high, are you okay?" A blond boy in a tracksuit ran over, picked up the ball and apologized to Gaspar, "Your forehead is red, I'm so sorry! It's because I didn't control the intensity."

"It's okay," Gaspar rubbed his forehead, "it doesn't hurt that much."

"How can it not hurt! You are so red, and you look a little swollen!" The boy's voice was loud, and his exaggerated movements were slightly funny. He pointed behind him, "That's my grandpa's farm , come with me, I will find you an ice compress."

Just now Gaspar heard from his assistant that the people here are very enthusiastic, but he did not expect to be so enthusiastic, Gaspar quickly waved his hand and said: "No need, little brother, you didn't mean to hit me, I'll go up and apply cold water on it." Good. Anyway, thank you."

"I kicked you, but you said thank you to me." The boy clamped the football between his arms and his body. He looked at the hotel next to him and asked curiously, "You live in Aunt Lucy's hotel. Are you here to make a movie?"

Gaspar blinked, surprised at the boy's escaped thinking, but he answered the boy anyway, "Yes, I'm here to shoot a movie."

"That's cool!" said the boy, "Can I go and see it?"

"I'm afraid not, the filming crew does not allow unrelated people to watch," Gaspar smiled, "But you can consider being an extra, I remember there was such a request."

The boy thought for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it, I have to play football these days."

Gaspar looked at the football he was holding: "Is it a game?"

"Yes! It's a club game. They said there might be scouts from a big club coming!" The boy smiled silly, and then asked, "Do you like football too?"

"Of course, but unfortunately I'm not very good at playing." Gaspar smiled, "I'm a Bayern Munich fan."

"Me too!" The boy jumped up excitedly, "Everyone here is the same, who wouldn't like Bayern! I mean, their football is so beautiful!"

"Indeed." It was rare to find the same young fans, Gaspardo chatted a few words, but the assistant reminded him that the room was ready and they had to leave, Gaspar could only give up regretfully.He reached out and rubbed the boy's golden curly hair: "I'm Gaspar Cook, what's your name, little brother?"

"Thomas, Thomas Muller," the boy smiled like a sunflower, "I will definitely become a member of Bayern Munich, and I invite you to watch the game then!"

"Okay, Thomas, that's it," Gaspar said. "I'm waiting for the day you turn pro."

"A word is settled!"

In the not-too-distant future, the boy named Thomas fulfilled his promise, and Gaspar was also sincerely happy for him, but neither Gaspar now nor Gaspar at that time realized that the boy in front of him How much impact it will have on his emotional life in the further future.

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The author has something to say:

Thomas Muller Jr. appeared.

Thomas Muller: The current German player will mess up Gaspar's love life in the future