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Chapter 229

Josie found it too difficult to convince the two of them at the same time. Perhaps only Tom Cruise in Hollywood could accomplish this impossible task.

So she drove David Fincher back to his studio before dinner time, and asked Edward to go to a restaurant in nearby West Hollywood for a working lunch.

As a celebrity star at the top of the Hollywood pyramid, of course, she does not need to make an appointment in advance to any popular restaurant in Los Angeles. As soon as she entered the door, the waiter took her to the reserved box of the restaurant. As soon as she was seated, the restaurant manager came to say hello. And recommended the sashimi that arrived in Hong Kong by air today.

"Is there eel rice?" Josie closed the menu and asked. After a whole morning of torture, she just wanted to eat some hot and simple meals.

"...Yes." The manager of the restaurant replied, "Perhaps you would like to try tonkotsu, which is our famous dish."

"Thank you but no, I just want a bowl of eel rice sprinkled with sesame seeds and a bowl of miso soup with chopped green onion." Josie handed back the menu, and couldn't help rubbing her temples again.

Compared with this Japanese restaurant, which spends a lot of money on a daily basis, her request is so simple and unpretentious, the manager of the restaurant who originally wanted to entertain star guests with fine wines and signature dishes was speechless for a moment.

Edward also only ordered a mediocre ramen, obviously wanting to carry the simplicity to the end.

The manager of the restaurant was very helpless when the two stars came to the kaiseki restaurant to order a simple meal that was not on the menu, but he did not show any abnormality on the surface. He just left the box politely, turned around and told the kitchen to prepare everything except the meals. Some delicate side dishes for garnish.

Edward took a sip of the tea soup and asked, "You seem to have a headache?"

"I read too many academic books last night, and my dreams are all those awkward professional words." Josie sat dignified and elegant, and her demeanor seemed to be carved into her bones at this time, "Also, David is really too noisy , I suspect he is dancing on my cerebral cortex today."

"Whoa, you're reading medical literature." Edward catches the key words. "Is it because of your next movie? By the way, he's always been such an annoyance, but that's what makes his creations unique."

"Yes. But let's talk about business." Josie chose to change the subject.

Edward closed his mouth, poured new tea for himself and Josie, then sat upright, even folded his hands in front of his knees, with an expression of "Okay, come and convince me".

Josie couldn't help laughing, and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Edward also smiled, and his dark brown eyelashes drooped, making this man who was about to turn 30 look a bit childish and innocent.

"In fact, no one can refuse the temptation of the Oscar." ——especially the statuette that represents the highest honor in the film industry from you.

"But Josie, I think you should also know that there are many more important things in this world than satisfying your own desires." He continued, "Even with the Oscar, at that time I can say: 'Oh, look, I'm the most famous big star!' - I don't mean anyone, but so what?"

Josie pursed her lips slightly and listened carefully.

Edward raised his eyes to look at Josie. On her young and beautiful face, there was a slightly puzzled and puzzled expression, but there was also thinking.

So he continued: "I reconciled with myself. The Oscar is important, but it is not worth a lot of time and energy to participate in the distribution and commercialization work, which does not make me happier. I am very happy. Clearly, it's not an Oscar or anything that makes me really happy, it's work, self-restraint, and—"

"And love?" Josie finished the last word for Edward with a soft tone, "To be honest, the happiness I pursue cannot be so pure, but I can understand what you mean and respect it."

"So—" Edward paused, looking forward.

His slightly drooping blue eyes are really foul, and his thin lips are slightly parted, which seems to have a softness that is the opposite of his personality.

Josie suddenly had a bad taste, and shook her head pretending to be deep, "Respect is one thing, but losing money is another. The budget of this project is enough to make a popcorn blockbuster. If both box office reputation fails, I'm afraid My film company will be declared bankrupt."

Edward pursed the corners of his lips, as if he hadn't thought that the consequences of the failure of the "Fight Club" movie would be so serious, and even the look in his eyes dimmed a little bit visible to the naked eye.

"Uh, maybe—I mean maybe, the result shouldn't be so bad." He frowned, and used gestures to strengthen his persuasion, "Your name has always sold well."

"Then the golden signboard has since collapsed." Josie seemed frustrated, and began to help her forehead again.

It was hard for Edward not to be in a hurry, and quickly said: "No, it's impossible. Although "Fight Club" may be too cruel to some people, from another perspective, it is very unique and has depth, which can trigger The thinking and empathy of some people is very important for a film."

His speech was fast and jumpy, but his tone was gentle.

Words that were either simple or uncommon popped out of his chattering but not annoying mouth, making Josie helplessly discover how difficult it is to convince someone who is determined or stubborn ——The more difficult part is that he is also trying to convince her in reverse, and the results are remarkable.

Josie's ruthless heart of chasing fame and fortune could not help but shake a bit. She raised her hand and slowly stroked back the bangs scattered on her forehead. Helpless connivance.

She moved her lips hesitantly.

Edward stopped immediately: "No, don't talk for now, yes, that's it."

In fact, he was very worried that once she opened her mouth, she would shake his hard-won determination, because she had always possessed the magic power of demagogy.

And it was already hard for him to say no to her.

Josie had no choice but to zip up her mouth.

"This means—" Edward said, "we will change those audiences. They may imitate the characters they like in the film, or they may agree with the views and behaviors of the characters in it, and even affect their attitudes, awareness Knowledge and even the formation of values.”

"Even after many years we have ceased to exist, a new generation of audiences watching this film can still easily feel the tiny ripples seeping out of our broken bodies."

"Movies extend the breadth and depth of our lives."

Finally, Edward finished his speech and looked at Josie with bright eyes without blinking for a moment.

Josie didn't answer immediately.

The two looked at each other silently for about half a minute, and Edward took the initiative to say, "Okay, what do you think?"

Josie's expression has already restrained, and she just said: "I think you are really daring, Mr. Best Debater, you must know that I am not a philanthropist, I can't feel those tiny ripples you mentioned, all I can think of is make money."

"That's not necessarily the case. After all, you can still get tax deductions for doing charity." Edward chuckled, and looked down at his palm, as if flowers were blooming in the teacup in his hand.

At this time, there was the sound of knocking on the door outside. After confirming that the guests in the private room would not be disturbed, the waiters in beautiful sleeves came in one after another and placed the dishes on the low table in order. The whole process was gentle and slow. , methodical.

After they were done, they bowed in unison, and the sliding door of the box was gently closed again.

Only then did Edward speak up and asked, "So?"

"So, well, you win! You can go to most of the events during the awards season, and you can go if you don't." Josie finally chose to compromise, "The premise is that important schedules such as the Venice Film Festival and the Golden Globe Awards Class cannot be absent, and be careful in words and deeds."

"I don't care what others think of me." Edward smiled. "By the way, next time there is a good script, will you or Arnold call me?"

Josie was so angry and funny, she couldn't help but picked up a decorative cherry blossom and threw it at Edward's bright smiling face.

"Don't even think about it!" she replied.

After lunch, Edward had to fly back to New York to film his first directed work "Keep the Faith". He and his college classmate Stuart Blumberg wrote the script. Cannot sign the script.

Josie, who stayed in Los Angeles, was also busy.

In addition to doing fittings for Lord of the Rings, magazine interviews and cover shoots, she also has other chores to deal with.

The first is to get David Fincher to agree to cooperate with some necessary awards season schedules. In exchange, he will never lick anyone's feet; the second is to go to Fox and the "Fight Club" publicity team for an interview, listen to They discussed some of their current publicity strategies and put forward suggestions for improvement; finally, they held a meeting with several high-level executives of Endeavor Elite, mainly around next year's Oscars.

And another big event that cannot be missed is to attend the next wedding belonging to Stacy Dash.

Although she looks like the same age, in fact, Stacy is almost a round older than Josie. Not only is she preparing to enter the marriage hall with her future husband, Brian Lovell, but she also has a woman who can walk on her own. son Austin.

Brittany, Dasha and the others were very enthusiastic about preparing for Stacey's July wedding. They even hired a designer to make and modify the bridesmaid's dresses in advance. Josie was either busy with her studies or was doing an internship at the New York University Medical Center. In the doctor's daily life, he only learned about the progress of the wedding through group chats.

However, Josie paid for Stacey to hold a pre-wedding party two days later, and invited her favorite singer to sing on the wedding day, and she did her part.

Two days before the wedding, Josie rented a private jet and sent the group to Las Vegas.

"Holyxxxx—"

"This damn is the top suite of Caesars Palace?"

"It's so fucking cool!"

Accompanied by rhythmic exclamation, Stacey took the lead to enter the luxury villa of this historic casino hotel. The French-style porch and resplendent hall immediately came into view. Not far away, there was an oversized balcony and private swimming pool. .

Beautiful fireplaces, large floor-to-ceiling windows, chandeliers and steaming saunas, the four independent suites have open views, enough for every lady staying here to enjoy the night view of Las Vegas.

"Okay, pick your own room, sweethearts." Josie clapped her hands amidst the screams, and then said, "Free at leisure before eight o'clock, then gather in the hotel lobby, and first go to see the room that everyone is looking forward to. Aussie hunk show, end up partying all night at a nightclub on the strip. OK?"

"Yeah—" Stacey took the lead in cheering, "If you weren't a straight girl, I would definitely abandon my fiancé to fall into your arms!"

"Forget it then." Josie waved her hand disinterestedly, her disgusted expression was genuine.

Her sexual orientation is still very traditional, of course Stacey is just joking.

Leaving space for the excited bride and her bridesmaids, before leaving, Josie did not forget to explain to the relatively stable Kelly: "Don't let them touch things they shouldn't touch."

"I know." Kelly nodded solemnly.

"And, you have fun too." Josie gave her assistant a smile, "I remember you like DJPVD, he will come to perform tonight."

Kelly couldn't help showing a look of joy. She was fascinated by the world-class DJ master Paul van Dyk before, but she always missed the performance of the other party for various reasons.