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"Sir, do you know Indians?"

Nock looked at Wu Xiaozu and Harvey and said seriously: "My college classmate has an Indian. He is the hardest-working person I know. A Mexican friend is very

Seriously evaluate.”

"Oh, ha..." Harvey laughed knowingly, while Wu Xiaozu's face was impermanent and he didn't get the American joke.

“You will never see Indians committing felony crimes in the United States, sir, when did you know the last time you heard Indians rob banks?

Oh, you definitely don't remember, because there is no such thing." Nock asked and answered himself, and Harvey stared at him very much.

"If we go rob banks, Italians, Chinese or whatever, what would we say?

Cunt! Leave me on the ground, immediately!!

But I can't imagine that Indians wear plaid shirts and robbed with guns: I'll bother you, can you get the money... Hey, man, why are you laughing?!?? I'll tell you jokes again???

Well, I won’t take it anymore, I can’t stand it anymore…”

"Hahahaha..." Harvey looked at the 'agent' in front of him with a smile and asked knowingly, his laughter even more exaggeratedly.

"He walked back to the car, his accomplices were waiting for him and asked him: Have you got the money?" Nock danced and imitated the English in an Indian accent, making Harvey laugh, "He would say: They

Don't give me money!" Then he turned his head again to imitate another accent, "Did you see them a gun?"

"Yes, I showed them. But they were laughing." Nock interchanged among the two characters.

"Where did the IBM computer you hold come from?"

"Oh... they thought I was a technician."

“Hahahahahahaha…”

Harvey laughed so hard that he fell back and forth, and burst into tears. He pointed at the guy in front of him in anger and said to Wu Xiaozu: "My man, sign him, and telling jokes every day is worth the price."

Wu Xiaozu ignored Harvey and his expression was calm.

"Man, if you are willing to dance on the table like Orwitz, I will definitely hire you." Harvey deliberately joked, laughing and joking, "Since you are in this industry, you should know my name."

"So, two gentlemen, what dance do you like?" Nock pushed his glasses seriously.

Harvey Weinstein's face was full of 'Nick Young' and spread his hands, "what the hell?"

"gentlemen?"

Nok looked to the other side with frank eyes. Wu Xiaozu leaned against the chair, picked up his coffee cup, reached out to signal the other party to be self-convenient, and looked at him.

The assistant intern who works in the CAA shelter tucked her tie into her shirt, put her briefcase aside, then snapped her fingers, stepped on the sofa and walked up to the dining room table, and began to twist...

“Wow!!!”

"Oh, buy it!"

“what the FXXK!??”

Many guests in the restaurant who were chatting were shocked by the sudden saucy, and the restaurant manager hurriedly ran towards this side.

"Nok, you idiot, hurry up and get down—"

The white manager roared at Edward Nock who was twisting his body on the table in anger, and then explained to Wu Xiaozu and Harvey in a low voice, "Sorry, gentlemen, I'll deal with it right away. Come on... and catch this bastard for me.

.”

Many diners around stood up and looked at the incredible scene in front of them with a sneer on their faces.

The pedestrians passing outside the window also covered their mouths and watched the scene of the scene where they stepped on the table and twisted their butts in the window.

Harvey's face was a little awkward, and Nock on the table did not notice the still wanton twisting.

Wu Xiaozu held the coffee lightly and leaned against the sofa, looking at the intern in front of him who was trying hard to make a fool of himself on the spot with deep eyes.

This is definitely a social death for ordinary people, but the white guy in front of him twisted hard and clumsyly, his eyes full of persistence.

Suck.

Wu Xiaozu took a sip of coffee, took out a small bundle of 20 yuan for a noodle, which cost about 300 yuan, turned around and smiled and handed it to the restaurant manager next to him, "I hope these 'Andrew Jackson' can get your understanding from the restaurant.

”

Looking at the Mei Dao in front of him, the manager who was about to swear was choking and said something below.

He looked at Edward Nock on the table with a strange expression and said, "He must come down."

"Of course." Wu Xiaozu snapped his fingers at the latter and smiled and raised the coffee in his hand to the manager. "The coffee in the restaurant is really great, this is my thanks."

The 300 USD was pressed under the coffee cup, and as a tip, he picked up his shoulders and stood up.

The tip of this amount is definitely a huge sum for the restaurant.

"Sir, if you still want to watch the dance... we are welcome here at any time." The white manager smiled and sent Wu Xiaozu and the other two out of the restaurant.

Wu Xiaozu looked at Harvey, who shrugged, "I don't mind you going to my desk to appreciate it when I get so many tips. The employees of my company will be happy to serve you John."

"The Indians will put curry in his plaid shirt before the show and say a word to you." Nock took the time to interrupt.

"Hahahaha..." Harvey laughed loudly and slapped him on the shoulder, "Man, you're crazier than me. I like you guys who use any means."

Then, he took out his wallet from his pocket, picked up a $10 piece, stuffed it into the other party's tie, and said with a smile: "If you make a talk show, I will definitely buy a ticket."

The smile on the latter's face was frozen.

"Mr. Harvey, you just said-"

Harvey pursed his lips, looked at the nervous person, and suddenly raised his lips, "I promised dozens of times a day. But my money will only be paid to those who I think are worth it. Man, seriously, your blurt

The show is good.

Orwitz is not the first person to dance on the table for clients, nor is he the last one. But he only has one… If you become a big agent one day, maybe I will hire you, come on—”

Harvey had a completely shameless and natural face.

"Sir, I really, really, really need this job. If I don't have a client, I will be fired by CAA..."

"NONONO…but this is not a question I care about, OK?"

Harvey shrugged, his face still, "Also, don't you know, an honest person can't be a good agent?

Do your client asks you why they can't get that role, do you want to say 'because the film company hates you or' or 'you're too fat?' Tell him truthfully?

Or, if a film company invites your biggest client to star in a bad movie, would you say 'No, that movie is too bad'? If that's the case, the one who spent two years or even more time preparing for the drama

Film company executives will hold a grudge against you and will never invite your clients to appear in any movies again.

Please—

Whether you are unemployed has nothing to do with me. Your unemployment can only prove your incompetence. This is not the reason why I want to pay for your unemployment, OK??”

Harvey is like this: As long as I have no morality, no one can kidnap me!

Edward Nock looked pale and his fingers were tightly holding the briefcase.

Suddenly let go, squeeze out and laugh again, begging: "Mr. Harvey, maybe I can try to help you..."

“I emphasize again that I don’t need the help of a loser.”

Harvey said toughly: "Especially the help of a so-called agent who can't afford to wear a suit of $500. I can make someone do what you can do at any time, but you may not be able to do what other mature agents can do.

Can."

Edward Nock secretly stretched his wrinkled suit.

Wu Xiaozu looked in front of him coldly. This is the typical lighthouse dream of the Lighthouse Country!

No one knows whether your life is a nightmare.

"Your name is Nok, is it?" Wu Xiaozu suddenly spoke.

"Yes, Mr. John." Nock looked forward to it, "I can help you. There are many professionals in the industry in my address book."

"Ha..." Harvey sneered and spread his hands at Wu Xiaozu's stall, "I'll just say he's suitable for a talk show career, right?"

"I will go to San Francisco for the final survey in a week. I need someone in my crew to help with the chores," Wu Xiaozu said calmly.

"Mr. John, I can. Next Tuesday? Morning?" Edward Nock took out his paper and pen from his briefcase in surprise. "Can I record your phone number?"

Looking at Edward Nock leaving, Harvey smiled and said, "John, you don't really want to sign this bad agent... Oh, sorry, assistant agent, right? In Los Angeles, you see such a group every day.

People, in formal clothes, were rushing through... the phone and phone were constantly in their hands.

This kind of guy is not scarce."

"Of course, so I want to ask you to introduce me to a CAA agent. As for..."

Wu Xiaozu smiled slightly, "Just pay for the good mood of today. Give him a chance, and I won't lose anything, isn't it?"

"So you admit you like his talk show, too?"

"Maybe."

Wu Xiaozu did not sympathize with Edward Nock. Most importantly, he found that the city he came to needed someone like this to help him understand.

at the same time--
To be continued...