My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 561 Wrong family Coppola, please enter the urn John Wu

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At the North Hollywood District Police Department in Los Angeles, police officers were busy coming in and out, and the black phone kept ringing.

The man sat limply on the bench, sucked his nose, brushed the tip of his tongue on the gums, turned his melancholy eyes, cast them on the visitor, and stared straight at——

sneer.

Raising his arms, he illuminated the shiny silver handcuffs on his wrists through the fence.

"Old Mr. Coppola commissioned me to bail you out."

The middle-aged white man in a suit and tie with his hair back was carrying a briefcase and lightly raised the watch on his wrist, "You will leave the police station before dinner, and maybe you can pray before dinner."

The long-faced, melancholy man cursed in a low voice.

Ignoring the other party, he lay lazily on the long board, and felt that the mesh hood on his head was too silly, and was about to take it off——

"You'd better not do that, or the doctor may make your head look like an Indian. Of course, if you mind, feel free to—"

A mocking voice with a slightly British accent sounded.

The long-faced man looked over, and at the same time the lawyer standing outside the railing also turned his head.

"Mr. Robert, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Harvey Weinstein greeted with a smiling face, and then turned his gaze to the familiar face in the detention room, "Hi, Mr. Coppola, long time no see."

The other party is nothing.

But the other party's family is not weak in high society. His father is a well-known Italian scholar on the West Coast, and his mother is a dancer. The family has great connections and influence.Not to mention his uncle and grandfather.

Coppola's appeal is not weak in Italian circles.The influence of Italians in American culture and entertainment is not weak, national father-in-law Stallone, Robert De Niro, Al Pacino, Madonna...

This is especially true in the music world. There is a saying in later generations that Italians hold up half the sky in the American entertainment industry.

"It's better not to meet each other, so we won't get tired of each other."

The suave and scum-like Nicholas King Coppola glanced at Harvey and sneered, "Sorry, I don't think we are familiar with this level."

As he spoke, he glanced at the Asian man beside Harvey and saw that he was fine.

"You are lucky."

"You too."

Sao Zu sized him up and sneered.

"?"

Nicholas looked at Wu Xiaozu with great interest, "Asian boy, do you have any cigarettes?"

"Huh~"

Wu Xiaozu took out an unopened box of Marlboro from his pocket, gently tore off the seal, opened the cigarette cover, removed the tin foil, slowly took out a cigarette, sniffed it on the tip of his nose, and put it in his mouth.

Throwing away the silver Zippo, rubbing it on the jeans, the flames sprang up, brought it to his chest, and slowly lit the cigarette.

Wrapping his cheeks tightly, staring at the hopeful Nicolas Cage in the detention room with wide eyes, he inhaled to the very end, and then exhaled a mouthful of thick fog.

He put it in his mouth and took another sip.

Nodding and smiling at the other party, he said, "Yes."

Nicolas Cage smiled - stood up, stretched out his hand, and the words of thanks came to his lips.

"But... it seems that smoking is prohibited here." Wu Xiaozu pointed to the warning sign next to him, smiled and shook his head in refusal, spread his hands in apology, as if helpless.

"..."

"?????"

Nicholas Face's smile froze on his face, looking at this Asian kid, he couldn't help but want to swear words starting with 'F'.

"Sorry, Mr. Robert, let's talk again when we have a chance."

Harvey chuckled, greeted the white man in suits and leather shoes in front of him, and looked at Nicholas, "Mr. Coppola, say hello to the old Mr. Coppola for me."

"Shet!"

Brother Nicholas-face spat hard.

I didn't have the kind of 2B thoughts of "swearing to kill Wu Xiaozu", but I just felt extremely depressed.

Of course, I also understand that I was played by that Asian kid, and it is true that I feel ashamed and annoyed.

I've heard of cheating on my daughter, and killing a sand cat, but I've never heard of a lifetime of grudges because I didn't hand over cigarettes and alcohol...

The white lawyer named Robert looked at the two people who were leaving, and looked back, "The other party didn't get to the bottom of it."

"That's probably because my surname is Coppola, isn't it?" Nicholas King Coppola laughed at himself, and he didn't care about being tricked in his heart, he just felt very boring.

"You can go out."

The policeman knocked on the iron bars, took out a bunch of keys from his waist, opened the door of the detention room, and helped the other party uncuff the handcuffs.

"There is still time, do you need me to arrange a driver to take you back?" Lawyer Robert asked lightly.

"What's for dinner?" Nicholas asked.

"..." Robert, the white man with his back on his back, choked and didn't know how to answer.

"So you see, maybe dinner is something I don't like at all~" Nicolas Cage passed by, took the wallet, watch and other items handed over by the police, opened the door and left.

Get out of the police station.

Close your eyes, open your arms, take a deep breath——

"Do you still need cigarettes now?"

Suddenly, that nasty voice sounded again.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a playful Asian face.

"Convex!"

Brother Face sent greetings with a dark face, sneered, and walked down the steps, just kidding, I, Mr. Nicholas of Long Beach, need you a cigarette? ? ?

Looking at the elongated shadow in front of him, he felt a sense of elation and comfort welling up in his heart.

"I'm short of a role, do you want to play it?"

Brother Nicholas put on a sneering expression on his face, ready to turn his head and sneer at this Asian kid.

"Protagonist!"

His face softened a little, and he wanted to open his mouth to mock, but somehow he couldn't open his mouth.

With a dark face, he turned his head and stared at the condescending opponent.

Sunshine shot from behind Wu Xiaozu, causing him to squint his eyes, and said in a deep and magnetic voice: "Do you think the Coppola family will lack a role?"

He looked at the other party with jokes in his eyes, but unfortunately, the other party still maintained a calm expression.

"I'm short of a character who can stand alone and bring sublimation to the movie, a movie that has nothing to do with sex, but a movie about lies. A character who combines madness and depression, a classic smile, frankness and occasional evasion eyes.

He was about six feet one, and he had returned to his original town after an injury.

Lies and video tapes converge into a dispute between the four protagonists..."

Wu Xiaozu said slowly, looking directly at Brother Face in front of him, the original playful expression on the other side's face also gradually faded away, and he just stared at Wu Xiaozu.

"I'm looking for an actor who can fit into a character, not a member of a family."

Said, smiled.

"I know Coppola, the director I like very much. But that's the only thing... I like the works of director Coppola. You—I don't think you deserve my respect~"

At this point in time, Nicholas Face is really going to eat this.At this time in his previous life, he also chose to change his name, changing Nicholas King Coppola to Nicolas Cage, who knew that changing his name would be useless!

Deceiving yourself!

But since he likes to play like this, Wu Xiaozu has no reason not to play tricks on him!
"If you think you only want to be qualified as a member of the Coppola family, then sorry—"

Wu Xiaozu still shook his head calmly, ready to leave.

"Can you tell me more about your script?" Nicholas Face looked suspiciously at Wu Xiaozu, "With all due respect, Asians are rarely seen in Hollywood."

He had reason to doubt Wu Xiaozu, but thinking about Harvey just now, he believed a little bit of Wu Xiaozu's statement, thinking that the other party should be someone related to the Miramax film company.

He is certainly not unfamiliar with the identity of Harvey Weinstein, a figure who has recently emerged in the film industry, and last year's Oscar nominated a film.

"I happened to meet a young man at the cafe on the corner, if you're interested." Wu Xiaozu said.

"Cage—"

Nicolas Cage was silent for a moment, then suddenly opened his mouth, "Nicolas Cage! This is the name I gave myself in private."

"John Wu~"

Wu Xiaozu nodded and looked at each other.

Nicolas Cage looked at him too.

The air was a little quiet for a while.

Stunned for a few seconds.

"Do You have a Car?"

"Have you been driving?"

look at each other~
"Temporarily taking a car in Los Angeles is a very probable thing." Nicolas Cage was the first to speak.

"I asked at the police station just now, the coffee shop is only five or six blocks away, so it shouldn't be far." Wu Xiaozu said.

Nicholas Face glanced at Wu Xiaozu resentfully, watched him step up, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you know the neighborhoods in Los Angeles? Do you think five blocks will be very close to this big rural area?"

He feels like he's going crazy now.

"Drip-"

Suddenly, a taxi with half of its body dented by the impact slowly drove over.

"Hey, Asian dude~ I'm going to drive this car to repair it with the insurance company, do you need me to give you a ride... Shet! Who are you—"

The black boy stared wide-eyed at Nicolas Cage who got into the taxi with Wu Xiaozu, and stared at the mesh elastic mesh cap of the other party.

"Why did you come out of the hospital without taking off a single piece of clothes? The bill was settled??" The black boy yelled in amazement, his eyes aimed at the other's buttocks.

This made Wu Xiaozu, who originally thought he was going to chase Nicolas Cage out of the car, a little bit incomprehensible, and always felt that the amount of information in the words was a bit too much.

"Dude~ It's not the taxi I insisted on calling you!" The black boy blamed, "This Asian guy's idea."

Cage looked at Wu Xiaozu with resentful eyes.

Deep Well Ice?Call an ambulance and still see me?Me, your savior!
John Wu had a righteous look on his face.

"Asians are so rich!" Nicolas Cage couldn't help cursing.

"Dude, keep your mouth clean, he is my buddy, he knows China kungfu! We are all members of the Bruce Lee Fraternity in Los Angeles." The black guy warned Nicolas Cage from the rearview mirror.

(ω)! ? ? ? ? ? ?

"WTF?"

Wu Xiaozu was stunned!
"Bruce Lee Fraternity??"

"Yes, that's right! We were born and died together, aren't we considered buddies? (＾－＾)V!" The thick lips rolling up and down in the rear view mirror made Wu Xiaozu speechless.

You say yes!

(End of this chapter)