Best Movie Star

The man in front of him was tall and arrogant, giving Matthew the feeling that he owed him a large amount of money.

"Hey, hillbilly!" Macon tapped Matthew's side with his chin. He had already inquired about this guy's situation from the mouths of several American cast members, "Stop!"

Although he didn't know the origin of the other party, Matthew didn't want to pay attention to him. After all, this was in the crew. If the other party's mouth was stinky and he couldn't help it, he might have trouble.

He has just finished a role, and then he will receive a large sum of money, so there is no need to take such a risk.

The road is very wide, let alone two people, it is no problem to pass a trailer, Matthew got out of the middle of the road blocked by the other side, preparing to bypass this guy and pass by the side.

What he didn't expect was that the guy was relentless, rushed over and stopped in front of him.

"Hill bumpkin!" He stood a meter away, staring at Matthew, "Can't you hear me telling you to stop?"

Matthew stopped, frowned, and asked angrily, "Is something wrong?"

"You dare to take my role!" Macon almost shouted.

"Who took your role?" Matthew realized that the fool might be the actor who was replaced by Ridley Scott, but said, "It's inexplicable."

Macon heard Matthew's bad tone, and pointed a finger at him, "What did you say? Do you know who I am?"

The crew was still filming, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, but there were a few. When they saw a conflict between the two, a few staging costumes dressed as Roman soldiers stopped and stood not far away, ready to watch the excitement.

Before Matthew could speak, Macon said loudly again, "My name is Macon, from the Royal Academy of Drama! Remember, American pig!"

His voice was very loud. Not only did Matthew hear this American pig, but also a few extras not far away.

This is in the northern part of Los Angeles. All the performers were Americans. Hearing that he was scolded as an American pig, especially if the words came from an Englishman, his face was a little ugly.

The muscles on Matthew's face trembled, and there was an urge to grab the finger pointing at him and break it, but thinking that conflicting with people in the crew might lead to the loss of eight thousand dollars, he still suppressed it. Share impulse.

"Is Macon?" Matthew sneered, "You're a lunatic! Brain retarded! Intellectually retarded! Some people raise no one to teach them! There's no ** to give birth to a son! To give birth to a daughter is a bitch! This guy can only play a piece of shit, not as good as a chewing gum spilled by a dog on the roadside, and you have to go to the zoo to find a girlfriend..."

In a short moment, he spit out a long string of national swearing, without any repetition.

Macon was stunned, unable to understand what Matthew was saying.

Matthew is not a good person, that is, he didn't get the $8,000, and he moved to a place outside the crew, which would have turned this mentally retarded named Macon into a pig's head.

Taking advantage of the person blocking the road, Matthew wanted to go around and leave.

But how could Macon let him leave so easily? He couldn't provoke Ridley Scott, and he came here just to let out the sullen breath in his chest.

He is the sweetheart of the ivory tower. Under the strong recommendation of the academy and mentor, although he has never played the leading role or the like, his journey has been smooth. He has always been the only one who has robbed him of the role. Where has anyone else robbed him of the role?

"American pig!"

Macon roared, raised his fist and hit Matthew in the face.

Although he didn't think of the conflict, Matthew was always on guard against Macon, and when he saw his fist fly over, he reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"You..." Macon only felt that the palm of his wrist was rather rough.

Since the other party moved his hand, Matthew didn't want to endure it any longer. His arm suddenly exerted force, and his palm tightened like an iron pincer. Due to the extreme force, blue veins protruded on the back of his hand.

"what……"

The bone-piercing pain came from the wrist, Macon let out a scream involuntarily, hurriedly waved his other arm, and punched Matthew on the shoulder.

But he was caught by one arm, and he couldn't exert any strength under the severe pain. This punch on Matthew's shoulder was no different from scratching.

Matthew was a little angry. Does this British guy really regard himself as a big star? The hand grasping the opponent's wrist pushed forward with force.

Macon stepped back immediately, the force was a bit strong, he took two or three steps in a row before stopping.

But just as he stopped, he saw something flying over with a whirring sound.

Then, Matthew's open right hand slapped Macon's face hard.

Snapped--

The crisp voice was unusually loud.

"Good fight!"

Seeing that arrogant Englishman being beaten, a few American performers shouted excitedly, "Smack this arrogant Englishman hard!"

Macon was stunned, only the burning pain on his face reminded him what had just happened.

But before he came back to his senses, Matthew slapped him on the other side of the face.

"You..." Macon was woken up by the slap and touched his face, which had been in pain for a while, "You dare to hit me!"

"Ha..." Matthew withdrew his hand, knowing that he was a little impulsive, he deliberately raised his voice, "I'm defending myself!"

"You American pig!" Macon jumped up and wanted to fight back, "I won't let you go!"

"Macon, stop!" A figure hurriedly ran from behind Macon, "What are you doing!"

What came over was a tall and thin man in a fitted suit. When Macon saw him, he was like a child who had lost a fight. Seeing his own adults, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry at any time.

"Gore, come here!" Macon pointed at Matthew and shouted, "He hit me!"

The tall and thin man took a few steps over and glanced at Matthew, "It's you!"

Without waiting for Matthew to speak, he said, "Very good! You stole Macon's role and violently hurt people, I..."

"I'm in self-defense." Matthew interrupted him directly, "It wasn't me who made the first move."

The tall, thin man named Gore turned to look at Macon. Of course Macon would not admit it, and exclaimed, "I just wanted to reason with him, and he did it."

"I'm Gore, Macon's agent!" The tall and thin man introduced himself first, looking like an English gentleman, "I remember your name is Matthew Horner? This situation..."

"Mr. Gore!" Matthew interrupted him again simply and rudely, "My agent is here, she will negotiate with you."

Behind Macon and Gore, opposite Matthew, Helen Herman and the bearded man were walking towards him, obviously seeing him.

"What's the matter?" Helen Herman asked immediately after walking over.

She originally made an appointment with Matthew, but she met Bearded on the way, chatted a few times, and wasted a little time.

"Your client..." Gore answered immediately, Helen Herman didn't even look at him, and said directly, "Sorry, this gentleman, I didn't ask you."

Matthew suddenly smiled. The female agent gave him a much better impression than that fat man Dennis Coulter.

"This gentleman stopped me." Matthew said as succinctly as possible. "He said that I stole his role, insulted me as an American pig, and even beat people. I had no choice but to fight back."

"Because of helplessness?" Gore pointed to the two bright red palm prints on Macon's face, "Is this called helplessness?"

It happened that the bearded man was there, and Gore pinched his waist and said, "I have to explain this to me! My client was beaten in the crew! I will complain to the Screen Actors Guild!"

The bearded man looked at Matthew, who was calm and relaxed, and then at Macon, who was in a state of embarrassment. He didn't say anything.

Gore then said, "Macon is a client of William Morris!"

William Morris is undoubtedly a behemoth in the entertainment brokerage industry. He is second only to CAA in the industry. Under normal circumstances, none of those small brokers and actors would dare to prosecute such a company.

Of course, Gore knows some of the virtues of his customers, but this Macon has great potential and a relatively good network of contacts, so he is very likely to become popular.

And in this case, as a broker, you must protect your customers. This is the most basic code and professional ethics.

Pulling out the big mountain of William Morris, Gore thought he could suppress the people on the opposite side.

But after he finished speaking, his eyes swept over the faces of Beard, Helen Herman, and Matthew, and found that the faces of these three people were as usual, and there was no change at all.

Beard is Ridley Scott's long-term partner. At this point, he doesn't care about a small broker from a big brokerage firm.

And Matthew didn't even know how powerful William Morris was, and the ignorant were fearless.

As for Helen Hermann~www.readwn.com~, she can start a business from CAA's mail room, and she doesn't care about the threat of such a small broker.

Matthew frowned, turned his head to look, and the few onlookers had been there all the time, and simply said to Helen Herman, "This Mr. Macon insulted me as an American pig, is this discriminatory language? "

"I didn't!" Macon denied immediately.

Matthew didn't care what he said at all. He leaned in front of Helen Herman, gestured to the onlookers with his eyes, and whispered a few words. Helen Herman nodded lightly, and went to look for those people. Several American cast members happily followed her back.

Seeing those people coming over, Macon's face gradually turned pale, and only two palm prints were flushed.

Helen Herman pointed to the few people and said, "They have been watching since Mr. Macon stopped Matthew and witnessed the whole process of the incident."

"Yes!" one of the cast members exclaimed, pointing to Macon. "This Englishman has a dirty mouth and keeps calling us American pigs!"

This kind of typical regional discrimination made them very annoyed, especially if it was said by an Englishman.

"I..." Macon wanted to tell the difference.

Another performer said firstly, "The British not only scolded American pigs, but also beat people!"

Helen Herman smiled at Gore who was facing him. Gore's face was very ugly.

"It was the British who did it first!" said another performer, "We can all prove it!"

Macon was speechless at this moment, and could only stare at Matthew fiercely. Matthew shrugged at him, then spread his hands again.

Helen Herman glanced at Matthew and said, "Mr. Gore, Mr. Macon is suspected of attacking my client with humiliating and discriminatory remarks. I will file a complaint with the Screen Actors Guild and the Screen Actors Guild!"