Hollywood Domination Chapter 97: High growth

When Jenny left the party venue, she was relieved to find that there were not many paparazzi following her—although the number of paparazzi following her had temporarily increased due to the hot screening of "The Notebook", but this Most of the practitioners in the line are already familiar with Jennifer Jefferson's style. Although she has a high degree of attention, this girl leads a very dull life. She hardly goes out at night, and her boyfriend The same, they are all the rare home type in Hollywood. If it is daytime, there will be a few paparazzi waiting for her, hoping to follow her to take some street photos of her shopping, going in and out of the mall, drinking coffee, but now it is night, most people know that she will Straight home where there is nothing to photograph but the back of the car so the paparazzi are mostly waiting for Ryan Gosling and his girlfriend Sandra Bullock so they have a better chance of getting something .

"Don't go home, Mary," she said to Mary, "We're going to Lil's hospital, and then you drive her car back to our house, and I have a place to go."

Mary first went to the airport to deliver the money, and then came back to pick her up, so she probably knew what happened, she nodded, "Is Lilian okay? ——I like her very much."

"It shouldn't be a big problem," Jenny said pretending to be relaxed, "Why don't you worry about Chesa at all?"

"Between her and Mr. Vijay?" Mary grimaced, "I think the concern is whether Lillian got eaten by Mr. Vijay, not anything else - are they all right? ? Is the problem serious?"

"Don't gossip." Jenny said angrily and amusedly, she gave Mary a look - the other party was riding a red light, turning around to show her a concerned expression, blinking her big eyes, a look of pure concern look. "Drive well."

In the hospital and Mary got into two cars respectively, Jenny waved goodbye to each other, and drove the car towards the community of Lilian and Cesare. It was late now, there was no more traffic jam in the city, and she arrived at her destination soon - she was also relieved to see that the lights in the house were still on.

"Can I come in, Chesa?" She searched among some sundries that Lilian asked her to bring back, took out the key and opened the door. "Chesa, are you home?"

The embarrassing fact is that there are still some relics in the living room that have not been cleaned up in time. Two rows of candles have been lined up from the door to the dining room, and one has not been blown out. Jenny picked it up carefully and blew, "Chesa?"

She found Cesare in the master bedroom on the second floor. There was only a small light on in the room, and the light and shadow effect was very warm according to the decoration, but the atmosphere was not the same. A figure was busy Going back and forth between the walk-in closet and the master bedroom, I was packing my clothes, and a large suitcase was spread out on the bed, which was already half full.

"Ah, it's you." Cesare still looked very calm, as if there was nothing strange about Jenny appearing here. "Is there something wrong?"

"Lillian asked me to send some things back," Jenny said awkwardly, "well, she also needs me to send her passport to New York."

"Oh." Cesare pointed to the bedside table, "Everything she needs should be there, you can take the whole box away."

"Yeah." Jenny said briefly, she coughed, and squeezed past Cesare carefully, "Excuse me..."

She opened the box on the bedside table and took a look. It was really filled with everything Lilian would need, including her passport, checkbook, and some important documents and certificates. Jenny simply took out the whole box as Cesare said, "Excuse me, excuse me."

Cesare moved out of the way, and put a photo frame on the bedside table on the box cover, "This is a photo she cherishes very much, I think you should send it to her together."

This is a group photo of Lily and her parents. The three people in the photo are all smiling happily. Cesare's eyes paused on the photo before handing it to Jenny.

"Okay." Jenny cherishes words like gold tonight.

Cesare turned his back to pack his luggage again, "Is she in New York now? What about work?"

Lilian should not have contacted Cesare. Jenny felt that she just fled back to New York. She didn't even dare to let Jenny go to the airport to see her off, for fear that she would attract the attention of the paparazzi and let her be photographed. Saree knew she was flying back to New York. ——Although she thinks this logic is very neurotic, it also shows that Lilian does not dare to face Cesare at all now, and the facts also prove that Cesare does not need much evidence to guess that she must be flying now. Go home and hide.

"There should be a few hours of flight time. She has already taken a long vacation today for work—she originally wanted to resign, but the dean didn't allow it." Jenny said, she simply avoided Cesare's guessing process. "So—yes, she found your ring box this morning, and yes, she broke down, and she thought it was impossible for her to agree to your proposal. I don't know the exact process, but I guess she made the decision in the afternoon. , I just received a call from her when I was leaving for the party in the evening."

Cesare folded his hands and listened to her words, then hummed, turned around and began to pack his shirt.

"Where are you going to live?" Jenny asked, "Lilian said you can live here forever..."

She looked at Cesare's face, and wisely swallowed the next words, "But, well, you know, if you need a place to go, I have several empty rooms."

"I have already reserved a room at the Four Seasons Hotel." Cesare said, "but thank you for your kindness."

"What about Washington? Hotels are always inconvenient to keep dogs." Jenny asked.

Cesare paused, and Jenny added, "Lilian didn't talk about the dog with me, I guess you can discuss and decide-in the meantime, you can foster it at my house, we have hourly workers Take care of it."

"Thank you then." Cesare put a stack of white shirts into the suitcase, "I don't think she will answer my calls these days, so I can only ask you to convey: I will I'll find the house, move my stuff over there, and I'll send her the keys back to that address in Manhattan."

"Uh, good," said Jenny.

The room fell into a brief silence. Cesare bent down and opened a large drawer. His blond hair fell down, glinting in the moonlight.

"Would you like to talk?" Jenny asked.

Cesare paused for a moment, he didn't raise his head, his voice was muffled. "What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, the film selection, PR strategy, Lilian, what do you want to talk about?" Jenny walked to the small study, poured two glasses of whiskey, and walked back, "We can talk about whatever you want .”

Cesare took the wine glass, stared at it for a while, then raised his neck and gulped it all in. Jenny silently handed over another glass of wine.

They eventually moved to the small study, which belonged to Cesare, and the whole room is full of his traces-his books, his computer, his cigar facilities and his wine storage, here Cesare seemed to have gained a little relaxation. After a cigar and a small half bottle of whiskey, his shoulders finally relaxed a little under the influence of alcohol.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked a second time, but before Jenny could reply, he ordered, "Tell me."

After drinking, his voice is usually hoarse, but the "Speak" is very sharp. Jenny turned the glass and blurted out without thinking, "I always mind the conversation last year."

She didn't say which one it was, and both of them knew it well. The slightly awkward and distant relationship between her and Cesare now was the result of that conversation.

"Mind what?" Cesare asked back, maybe a little drunk, his tone was aggressive, "You have proved your vision, or do you want to talk to me about the failure of "Van Helsing"?"

"Ooh," Jenny held up her hand, trying to make a joke, "I don't think even I would make it worse, I'm not here to blame you, you've had a miserable few months— ——"Van Helsing" failed, Lilian left you, I proved that I was right—"

"--and Cameron transferred her movie business to Eno." Cesare followed her words, raised his head, and exhaled a big smoke ring. "Yeah, the last few weeks have been my low point."

"Cameron?" Jenny frowned, "Diaz? Why did she kick you--"

In Cesare's eyes, she suddenly realized and pointed her finger at herself. "Because of me?"

"Because of you." Cesare nodded, and he suddenly showed a sincere smile, "Do you know how many female celebrities in CAA are hating you now? Jefferson, do you know how many girls in the city want to Be you? Thousands! You should go share your success with them instead of spending your time here drinking with a loser."

"Who said you are a Loser." Jenny sneered, "Don't tell me that such a setback will knock you down-you know, the moment you say you are a Loser, you really become a Loser I want to send that to you—I'm disappointed in you tonight, Vijay."

Cesare was not angry, but smiled happily. He took a puff of cigarette greedily and murmured, "Who isn't?"

Jenny filled the wine for him, "Don't be like this, we all have times when we let ourselves down--me too, last year's conversation made me very disappointed in myself."

"Why?" Cesare finally seemed to cooperate.

"I think I performed poorly," Jenny said, "I didn't grasp the rhythm at all. You saw through my guilty conscience. I suddenly turned up my hole card and tried to cover it up with femininity, but I didn't do it well. Not good... I almost made all the mistakes I could."

"But it turned out great," Cesare said. "How many more times do you want me to praise you, point it out? You're leading a little summer box-office miracle right now, and you're right." The Notebook" was a genius decision."

"Oh, it seems that Lilian conveyed my statement." Jenny thought of that exciting afternoon, and she laughed at herself, "But I think she must not convey all of it—a lot of what we said that day was true. It's about you."

Cesare didn't speak, but moved a bit, turning his face towards Jenny.

"We think you are partially responsible for my poor performance that day," said Jenny. "In fact, you are mostly responsible."

"Hmm," Cesare said.

"You know how I felt when I found out you weren't interested in The Notebook and Prada?" Jenny asked herself, "Desperate, I thought I was going to lose those two projects, and then I decided that I must act, not only to act, but also to invest in production-then what hit me was not joy and happiness, but fear... I am not afraid of box office and risks, I am afraid of facing you, I am afraid of being with you Negotiation process, I'm even afraid to talk to you, if I know my idea you won't go along with. Sometimes you are a terrible person, Chesa, I think you have been using all the factors you can use to create a The image of an indestructible tyrant, when people obey you, they get sweet candy and treats, and when they want to rebel - you used all your abilities to make this choice very terrible, suggesting an accident. , ominous ending, the moment I decided to negotiate with you, I realized that you have been committed to spiritually castrating me, and all you need is a puppet with superb acting skills, not Jennifer Jefferson."

"The whole time we talked on the phone, I kept thinking before I met you, what if you decided to end the cooperation? What would happen to me if I lost you? And then you know I got it What is the result?" Jenny shrugged, "I signed a contract with CAA, I can already fire you, I can change agents, and then receive the films I want, I can have my free will ——At that moment, the idea became very attractive. During the whole process of our negotiation, I was thinking about this idea: Worst, worst, I will just 'break up' with you, and even at that time, I I already have the idea of ​​voluntarily firing you. Because I know you will definitely not agree to my acting in "The Notebook" and "Prada"...I know you will not allow me to have my own ideas. If so, why should I Do you want to force me to negotiate with you? You are terrible, I would rather fire you than continue to rack my brains to fight and defeat you."

She took a sip of her wine, "So I think your problem lies here - no one who knows you will expect you to change your mind through dialogue, communication, you are so rock-solid, anyone who wants to People who want to change you will become very desperate, and in the end, they may all choose to give up."

"Are you trying to hint to me why Lilian fled back to New York?" Cesare asked, his tone could not detect emotion, but his reaction was unexpectedly quick.

"I'm just telling you, the mentality that I almost fired you that day." Jenny shrugged, "Of course, maybe there is also the mentality that Bell had to take over "Pearl Harbor". You have to think of Lil... ...that is up to you."

Cesare put the wine glass back on the desk, and he slowly pushed it around with his fingers, "Then do you mind telling me?——What made you not directly fire me that day?"

"I don't know..." Jenny said, she was also a little confused, and she could only talk while chasing the real reason, "You are the one who digs me out, if it's not that I have no choice, I don't want to break up with you. Leave You, I am also a little bit reluctant, your domestication has been very effective, and I have become accustomed to your meticulous service..."

She thought about her hidden heart knot for more than half a year, and finally sighed, "Well, I admit to you, in my heart, I have already regarded you as my friend, even though I know that I am just your gateway to you. A tool of dreams, a tool of disobedience - but I do see you as a very important friend. I admire your calmness, reason and self-confidence, it seems that any question will have an answer with you, if you leave you , who should I talk to about my troubles?"

"So in the end, the focus is still on your needs." Cesare said, his tone was a little mocking, but there was no malice.

"So in the end, the focus is still on my needs." Jenny admitted confidently, "Is there anything wrong with that?"

Cesare chuckled a few times, and the room fell into a brief silence again.

"Do you know?" This time, he was the one who took the initiative to break the silence. "I'm also reflecting on myself recently."

"Really?" Jenny was very surprised. "You, reflect on yourself?"

"I've been thinking about what Lilian said." Cesare put the cigar on the table, and took a deep breath, as if he wanted to breathe out all the alcohol, "Of course I'm also reflecting. The fact that neither you nor Bell are happy to work with me, when the case is only Bell, is her problem, and if you have an opinion, then it is my problem. Skipping complex logical analysis, I have come to the conclusion that, If I continue to work in this way, then maybe I will keep repeating the process of finding a potential newcomer-putting my ideals on her or him-and then losing him/her when he has a certain achievement. For an artist who has never had any opinions and has potential, the probability is almost zero and can be ignored, so this road will not work.”

The calm and rational Cesare is back, and he continued, "But if I treat dream seeds like you like ordinary customers, then the only possibility is that they grow into my current customers. people - no one makes genius choices all the time, I can guarantee good choices most of the time, but my clients have a good chance of making mediocre or even bad choices if I sometimes If they persist and make concessions, they may become famous and wealthy figures in the ups and downs, but they are still far away from my goal. It seems that no matter what I choose, the chance of realizing my dream is close to zero. "

"But that's not going to be an easy goal," interjected Jenny, "as you and I said, even if you do everything you can, the odds of success are terribly low. "

"Yes." The corners of Cesare's lips curled up, "You never know what will happen in the future—just like "Van Helsing."

"It's like Van Helsing," Jenny agreed. "It's a good movie—a good choice, just bad luck."

"So you really don't laugh at me for Van Helsing," said Cesare.

"I don't think I'd laugh at you for anything," Jenny replied, "In fact, the more I've been in the business of producing over the past year, the more I admire you. With this deck of cards in my hand, my performance will definitely be much better than mine."

She sighed bitterly, complaining to herself like a disaffected child, "I think I'm a very mediocre person, I can't do anything well, negotiating like a puddle of shit, and Wendy I'm always **** and out of step in the tug of war - when you walk in the house, everyone knows you're a gamer, but me, I'll never have that temperament, not only am I not good at it, but Not liking it yet—these things feel like doomed games to me, but I have to force myself to play again and again, and it really sucks.”

"But you know how to act," Cesare said, "that's all you need to know, and I can leave the rest to me—that is, if our partnership will continue to exist. "

"Do you think we'll continue working together?" Jenny asked.

"I don't see why not." Cesare mused, "But maybe the method needs to be changed."

"For example?"

"I think..." Cesare also seemed a little uncertain, he said in a jerky tone, "I want to hear your opinion first."

On this heavy night, Jenny smiled comfortably for the first time—before tonight, she never thought that she could hear such a sentence from Cesare.

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