Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 265 The Gift of Wheat Milk (Happy New Year, Guys)
"What are you doing here?"

In the booth, Link took a sip of beer and asked Quentin.

"Don't think you're the only one here talking about work, we are too."

Quentin fished in his pocket and pulled out a script.

Out of courtesy, Link came over to take a look. The script was called "Four Rooms" and it told stories that took place in four rooms. Each of the four plots had a protagonist, who also played supporting roles in other stories. It contained elements of horror, eroticism, suspense, and family comedy.

Similar in style to Pulp Fiction.

However, the story is too messy, the plot is too fancy, and the design is too heavy.

Quentin also has a bad habit when writing scripts. He often designs long passages of seemingly philosophical jargon and witticisms for the characters, thinking that this is cool.

It’s just that some of these words are quite interesting, while others are very empty and sound like complete nonsense.

Compared to Pulp Fiction, this script is much less interesting.

While he was reading the script, a beautiful woman came into the booth. She was blonde, blue-eyed, and plump. She wore a halter dress that revealed half of her plump breasts and legs in black stockings. Her outfit was very coquettish, and she twisted her big butt while walking, making her look doubly coquettish.

This coquettish woman is none other than the queen Madonna.

"How about it?"

Quentin asked as he put down the script.

"not bad."

"What kind of evaluation is this? Be more specific."

"Your film is a replica of Pulp Fiction's structure. It's inferior to Pulp Fiction in both conception and fun, but better than those second-rate independent films in theaters. If you want to use this film to continue Pulp Fiction's success, it's a bit difficult. If you want to use this film to practice and accumulate experience, you can give it a try."

Link said politely.

Quentin was not satisfied with this review. "What would you say if this movie had better box office and word of mouth than Pulp Fiction?"

"I was shortsighted and underestimated your ability."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Quentin picked up the beer bottle and clinked glasses with him.

“Has the budget for this script been made? How much investment is required?”

Link asked.

"Haha, you don't need to ask that. Harvey said that Miramax will produce my project independently and does not need to cooperate with other film companies."

Quentin laughed.

Link shook his head.

"Pulp Fiction" was a big hit, and Guess Pictures, as the producer, made tens of millions of dollars. Harvey was probably heartbroken and prepared to keep the profits to himself.

This is not a good habit.

"Director Link, I've wanted to meet you for a long time, but I didn't expect to run into you here."

Madonna said with an eager smile.

"Ms. Ciccone, it's nice to meet you too. I'm a fan of yours."

Link greeted politely.

Madonna is also a very amazing person. She lost her mother at a young age and went to New York to work hard in her teens. She worked as a waitress in a restaurant during the day to earn money, and learned singing, dancing, piano and guitar at night. Later, she learned to write songs from scratch.

She started performing in clubs at the age of 22, signed a contract with a record company at the age of 24, got the opportunity to release an album, gradually became famous, and at the age of 28, became a world superstar, the queen of pop, the queen of innovation, and the queen of controversy.

Now at the age of 36, he is still a world-class superstar and is preparing to switch to become an actor and achieve some success in the film industry.

This woman looks very coquettish and behaves in a flamboyant manner, which easily causes controversy, but that does not prevent her from being a very inspirational star.

"Really? Which song of mine do you like, Like a Virgin? True Blue? Like a Prayer? Or something else?"

When Madonna heard him call himself a fan, she immediately became very excited.

“I like ballads, such as Live to Tell, Open Your Heart, and Sooner or Later. I listen to these songs more.”

"You can tell the genres of these songs. You are indeed my fan. I am so glad to have a handsome fan like you. Today is the happiest day of my life in a while."

Madonna smiled warmly.

"Hey, can you guys stop making it seem like love at first sight?"

Quentin curled his lips, looking unhappy.

He invited Madonna to discuss the script, but when she met Link, she chatted with him enthusiastically, which made him seem invisible. "Quentin, we are old acquaintances, can you please stop being so petty? This is the first time I met Link, he is so young and so charming, my heart beat faster when I saw him, it's a feeling I've never had before."

Madonna covered her plump breasts and her rosy cheeks looked very excited.

"No way, Link is only 22 years old, more than ten years younger than you. Are you interested in him too?"

Quentin looked at the two men with strange eyes.

"Do I look old?"

"Well, not at all, you look like you're in your teens."

Quentin shrugged his shoulders, looking like a coward who didn't dare to provoke Madonna.

"Link, how about I give you a gift?"

Madonna laughed.

"Don't tell me it was you?"

Quentin said.

"Of course not. Wait a moment."

Madonna left her seat and appeared on the stage of the bar two minutes later. She was standing in front of the microphone with a guitar and said she was going to sing "Live to Tell" dedicated to Link.

When Madonna pointed at Link, many people at the scene looked over.

Link waved his hand and thanked Madonna.

"Whoa, it's Link!"

Many of Link’s fans at the scene shouted excitedly.

"Link is really popular."

In the corner of the bar, Nicole Kidman shook her glass and said with a smile.

Cindy Crawford looked at Link in the crowd, young, handsome, tall and rich, "He's a wealthy director, it's normal that he's popular."

"Is it normal? Three years ago, it was also here, Link and Quentin were chatting next door, and we were sitting here drinking with our husbands. At that time, everyone in the bar looked in our direction, even Link.

Now that Richard is in the hospital, Tom's work has been affected, but Link is getting better and better. The reason why he has been able to develop so well is entirely because of suppressing the reputation of Richard, Tom, and Dustin. This man is very hateful. "

Nicole Kidman had a cold face and looked indignant.

"It's over now. What's the point of talking about it?"

Cindy Crawford shook her head.

"Do you want to avenge Richard?"

"Revenge? Link is worth over a billion, he's the boss of a big movie company, he's a big shot in the entertainment industry, ordinary people can't even get close to him, how can I take revenge?"

Cindy Crawford asked quizzically.

Nicole Kidman smiled slightly, leaned over to Cindy Crawford's ear, and whispered her idea.

After hearing this, Cindy Crawford looked at her in surprise and asked, "Aren't you worried that Tom will find out about this?"

"Would you believe me if I said Tom asked me to do this?"

Nicole Kidman asked with a smile.

"Really?"

Cindy Crawford's eyes twinkled.

"Haha, it's just a joke. It doesn't matter even if Tom knows. I have a way to make him not mind. How about we join forces?"

Nicole Kidman asked, extending her hand.

Cindy Crawford hesitated, "Actually, my marriage to Richard broke down last year. If he hadn't gotten into trouble, we would have divorced long ago. I don't have much hatred towards Link, and I've never thought about revenge."

"I understand. But Link is a big shot and cares a lot about his personal image. If we get hold of something on him, we won't lack resources in Hollywood or the fashion industry. Don't you want to make further progress in your fashion career?"

Nicole Kidman put her arm around her shoulder and spoke softly.

Cindy Crawford glanced over at Link, "Can we make it?"

"Humph! It's so easy to deal with a pervert like Link."

Nicole Kidman smiled confidently, clinked her glass with Cindy Crawford's, and drank it all in one gulp.

(End of this chapter)