Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 26 When the Ball Comes Knocking
"Link! Link!"

"Link, look here! Look here!"

In the afternoon, Link drove back to the West Hollywood Youth Hostel. Just as he stopped the car, he heard shouting from the surrounding apartment buildings, including voices of men and women.

In the past few days, he would stop and wave politely when he heard the shouting, but he was teased so often that he no longer had the time to respond.

"Hey, Link, when is the next movie going to be filmed? Can you give us some small roles?"

When I walked into Apartment 13, I met Eric with tattoos and seven or eight other people, both men and women.

"I haven't decided on the next movie yet. If I need actors, I will give you priority."

"Thank you! Thank you! Link, how about going to the bar and sitting down? There are a lot of people around here who want to meet you?"

"I just came back from the bar. I'm not going today."

Link waved his hand, said goodbye to the others and went upstairs.

"Tsk tsk, see? This is the great director Link, who made millions by making a movie with $2."

Eric with flowery arms looked at Link's back as he went upstairs, smacking his lips a few times, his face full of envy.

"So handsome, I wonder if he has a girlfriend?"

Several women looked in the direction he left and said.

"Don't even think about it. A few days ago, a group of women came here and waited for him, wanting to have sex with him. Link called the police directly."

"What a pity."

"It doesn't matter. I'm still here. Two great directors have emerged in our apartment this year. There may be a third and a fourth. I've decided to find a school to study filmmaking tomorrow. I want to be a great director in the future."

Eric with flowery arms waved his arms and left with a group of restless men and women.

When Link returned to the apartment to pack his things, Chris Bauer came over to visit, still wearing a vest and shorts, showing off his muscles.

"Link, are you planning on moving?"

"Yes, it's inconvenient to live here. I'll move out in two days."

"Yes, you are a millionaire now and can afford a mansion."

"I didn't buy a mansion, but a small apartment, not much bigger than this one. You can go and take a look when you have time."

"All right!"

Chris Bauer folded his arms and walked around the living room.

Link continued to sort out his things. After moving in more than six months ago, he was busy making money for movies and didn't buy much furniture.

The more valuable things in the house are some books, including books about directors, bestsellers, film magazines, copies of scripts, etc. There are not many other things.

"Link, will you continue to be a director?"

Chris Ball spun around a few times and stopped.

"Of course, directing is my job."

"Can I follow you?"

“I don’t do action movies.”

"It doesn't matter. I can do other jobs if I don't want to be an actor. When I was filming Buried, I managed props, radios, and helped with lighting. I did a good job, didn't I?"

"Okay, that's great. I registered a film studio and am currently recruiting people, mainly technical talents. You can go there to receive training for a while, and then you can join the crew when my film starts shooting."

"Okay, it's settled, Link, thank you!"

Chris Bauer hugged him excitedly.

Link waved his hand and sent Chris Bauer away.

Chris Bauer did help a lot during the filming of "Buried", otherwise he wouldn't have been able to handle it alone.

After the movie became a big hit, he gave 2 U.S. dollars to Chris Bauer as back pay.

Now he lets Chris Bauer go to the company to punch in for work first, in order to see if he can adapt to this kind of life. If he can't adapt, there is no way he can take him.

After sorting the two boxes, Link patted his waist, picked up the cup of water on the table and took a few sips of warm water.

As the sun sets outside the window, the apartment building opposite is dyed orange, which looks beautiful, but cannot hide the gradually dilapidated walls and the garbage blown by the wind.

Compared to the bustling Beverly, there seems to be nothing worth lingering about here.
There was a knock on the door outside.

Chris Bauer had just left, so the person knocking on the door now must be an uninvited guest.

He had encountered this more than once these days.

Link didn't want to pay attention.

"Is Director Link here? I'm Monica."

The person outside said softly.

It's the voice of Monica Bellucci.

Link walked over and opened the door, and Monica Bellucci was standing at the door.

Maybe he had just taken a shower, and his body was filled with the smell of shower gel and perfume.

She was wearing a light red deep V dress with a thin strap around her waist. Her breasts were full and plump, and her hips were round and peach-shaped on both sides. A pair of long and round beautiful legs were faintly visible under the hem of her skirt.

Monica had put on careful makeup before coming. The black eyeliner made her eyes look big and bright, and her red lips were plump. She looked more beautiful than the previous two times I saw her.

Monica Bellucci is a beauty in herself. She is 28 years old this year, which is also the best period of her appearance and figure.

In addition, the expression on her face was no longer as cold and indifferent as the previous times they met. Instead, it became lively and vivid, as bright as a blooming red rose.

"Good afternoon, Monica."

"Good afternoon, Director Link, are you busy? I have a bottle of Italian red wine here, would you like to try it together?"

Monica Bellucci raised her hand and held a bottle of red wine with an Italian label at an angle.

"Good idea, come in!"

After Monica came in, Link closed the door.

"Director Link, are you planning to move out?"

Monica Bellucci asked, looking at the boxes in the living room.

"Yes, I bought a small apartment in Beverly Hills, at 108 Wilshire Boulevard."

"Congratulations, you are amazing, you can make a great movie like Buried Alive."

"lucky!"

There were no wine glasses in Link's apartment, so he took two glasses, placed them on the low table, poured two glasses of red wine, and sat down face to face with Monica Bellucci.

The air is filled not only with the scent of women's perfume, but also the rich aroma of red wine.

"This is the wine from Tuscany's Marmolan Winery. How does it feel?"

Monica Bellucci took a sip of red wine, and her plump red lips became moist.

"It tastes good and has a nice aroma, but I rarely drink red wine and I don't know much about it."

"Chinese people like to drink white wine, right? I've drunk white wine in those small porcelain bottles. It tastes spicy and feels good."

"That's Japanese sake, which is similar to white wine."

Link leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and chatted with Monica Bellucci opposite him.

Monica Bellucci drank half a glass of red wine, her cheeks gradually turned red, and her brown pupils glowed slightly.

"Link, the promotion of Buried Alive is over. When will the new movie you mentioned last time be filmed?"

“It’s planned for next month.”

"Next month? Last time you said there was a role suitable for me, is that true?"

"Yes, the next movie needs a female lead, but I'm not sure if you can do it?"

Link looked at her cheeks, her fair neck, her chest with a slightly exposed slope, and her half-exposed calves.

"Director Link, I have filmed more than ten TV series in Italy before, and I also gained some experience in the crew of "Bram Stoker's Dracula". You can try my play."

Monica Bellucci seemed excited, her chest swayed more and she looked nervous. It was obvious that she attached great importance to this opportunity.

(End of this chapter)