Chapter 147

When he first entered the bar, Duke noticed the woman sitting diagonally across from her. She had a pair of clear and melancholic brown-green charming eyes, long curly dark brown hair draped over her shoulders with a v-shaped gray sweater. The extremely delicate face and the slender and **** posture are extremely attractive even when sitting.

Although she only wears light makeup on her face, which is somewhat different from the image on the screen, she is not even as famous in North America as the second-rate actress in Hollywood, but Duke recognized it at a glance. After all, the "Brave Heart" crew moved in. The hotel is also near the bar.

"Is it her?" Zach Schneider asked suddenly.

"Are you interested?" Duke raised his eyebrows at his assistant director. "I always thought you liked men."

Zach Schneider almost spewed out a sip of wine, widened his eyes and said, "Duke, you are slander!"

He turned his head and looked there again, twisting his head back with difficulty, "Why is this a movie without important female characters?"

In fact, Duke knows that the members of his team are not fuel-efficient lamps. In their power and without touching his bottom line, they often seek opportunities for some women to show their faces in movies, but the overall environment is In this way, if you want others to work hard for you without giving you any benefits, let alone the reality of Hollywood, there are not many commercial circles in the world. As long as it is maintained in a moderate range, he will not Intervention.

"Are you interested in that woman?"

Sophia Coppola, who came back from the bathroom, sat next to Duke, and Zach Schneider took a sip from the wine glass and said, "I don't think many men would be interested in Sophie Marceau!"

"You can try it," Sophia encouraged him, "I have been in France for a while. I heard that she is always romantic and unrestrained like most French women."

"Zach, you are late, someone has passed by." Sophia motioned to Duke with his eyes, "Still acquaintances."

Although the old man had gray hair and bright forehead, his sturdy body and well-trimmed beard seemed extremely attractive. In the 60s and 70s, he is definitely the most handsome old man.

Seeing Sean Connery, Duke's eyes flashed sharply, and he returned to normal. Although there is no evidence to show anything, but at that time, film critics reacted so fiercely to "Independence Day" that it has nothing to do with him.

"Zach, won't you go there?" Duke asked.

"Compared with Sean Connery, my charm..." Zach Schneider shrugged. "It's better for you, Duke, don't let our enemies take the beauty away."

"You two are boring enough." Sophia sarcasm unceremoniously.

"Don't you think this is a good way to relax?"

Throwing a word, Duke stood up and walked diagonally across without hesitation. What he didn't expect was that after Sean Connery over there sat down, Sophie Marceau looked a little excited. . He seemed very unwelcome.

"Sorry, Mr. Connery. I want to be alone for a while."

As soon as he approached, Duke heard the voice of the two talking.

"Sophie, I just want to exchange views on the role with you."

"It's off work now, and our roles don't seem to overlap..."

"Don't do that, Sophie, haven't you always wanted to enter Hollywood? I can help you!"

Sophie Marceau saw Duke walking by. Questions appeared on his face, and Sean Connery, whose back turned to Duke, was still talking about...

Duke gave Sophie Marceau a friendly smile, went around and pulled a chair away, and sat directly beside her.

"My dear, you are so charming. I just went to the bathroom just now..."

His eyes were all on Sophie Marceau, and he didn't even look at Sean Connery who was stunned. "Do you need me to drive him away?"

Sophie Marceau looked at Duke with a kind face, and then at Sean Connery, who had a hostile face on the other side. She didn't say anything, but laughed.

"Duke Rosenberg!" Sean Connery's words were squeezed out of the teeth.

"Hi, Sean, it's been a long time since I saw you."

Probably in the last few days, he has often exchanged roles with Tom Hanks. Duke felt that his acting skills seemed to have improved a lot, and said with a constant expression, "I didn't expect you to get out of the whirlpool of public opinion so quickly. It's really happy. "

There is no irony in his words, but Sean Connery's face becomes even more ugly, "Everyone has bad luck. Most people in Hollywood like to see those arrogant guys."

"That's true." Duke looked in agreement. "At that time, Fox Television drove the TV OB van to your doorstep. It was too much!"

Sean Connery's hand on the table slowly clenched, and green veins protruded from the back of his dry hand...

Turning his head, Duke looked at Sean Connery, his eyes gradually turning cold, and the other side had portrayed some elderly heroes on the screen. Shouldn't he be so confused that he thought it was the same in reality?

Although his personality was impulsive, Sean Connery was not too confused. He glanced at Sophie Marceau coldly, stood up and turned and walked away.

"Will it cause you trouble in the crew?"

Judging from his tone and expression alone, Duke really cares about the French beauties around him, "He still has some influence."

"It's okay." Sophie Marceau shook her head, obviously not caring much about Sean Connery.

The current Sean Connery, after all, is not the Sean Connery a few years ago, and the status of the crew may not be comparable to the heroine.

"Get to know again." Duke reached out his hand, "Duke Rosenberg, you can call me Duke."

The other party shook his hand lightly, "Sophie Marceau."

Seeing the two people drinking and chatting diagonally across, Zach Schneider sighed, took up the glass and drank the wine in it, and shook his head helplessly.

"They get acquainted really quickly."

"Isn't he always like this?" Sophia retracted his gaze and slowly sipped his cocktail. "He is very good at using his own advantages."

"It's true." Zach Schneider agreed. "A successful director has the capital to attract any actress."

Sophia added, "Especially a successful director like him who has a good skin."

"It seems that I have to work hard." Zach Schneider seemed very touching.

"Let's go back to the hotel." Sophia Coppola took the handbag and stood up, "I shouldn't have to wait for Duke."

On the other hand, Duke and Sophie Marceau seemed to have a good chat. In fact, apart from movies, they couldn't find any common topics. Even when it comes to movies, the two people have very different ideas.

For Sophie Marceau, Duke's deepest impression is that of a typical French woman, bold and unrestrained, and dare to show off.

Of course, if you don't show it off, it won't be a European movie or a European movie star.

"Although the agent advised me to take the role of the French princess." Sophie Marceau drank nearly a third of the whiskey in the glass, "but at the beginning I didn't want to follow."

"Because it's a vase character?" Duke asked tentatively.

"This is on the one hand, and on the other because of my family!"

Hearing what she said, Duke was a little surprised and blinked, "Family?"

"Don't you know?" Sophie Marceau squinted her eyes and showed an inexplicable smile. "I have a husband. I'm already married."

"This is the first time I heard that you are married."

Although I have seen this unrestrained personality and rich love history from the Internet, Duke really did not know that she was married so early, "Your husband must be the envy and jealous man of all Europe."

Sophie Marceau looked over here, as if she didn't understand what he meant.

Duke explained with a smile, "Don't you envy the man who can marry Sophie Marceau?"

Although this kind of compliment has no technical content, Sophie Marceau laughed, but the smile was faintly sad, "Some people don't think so."

She picked up the glass and drank the remaining whiskey in one sip. With a rush of alcohol, she added, "Marriage is not as happy as it seems sometimes."

"I absolutely agree with this!"

Beckoned and asked the waiter to bring two glasses of wine, Duke handed Sophie Marceau a glass, and touched her, "So I haven't thought of going into the prison of marriage until now."

He used to be a bachelor without any worries. In the first few years of coming to North America, he saw his mother's failed marriages, and he entered the circle with the highest divorce rate in the world. It was really difficult to get married and other ideas.

Marriage is not as simple as registration. It also means responsibility. Before getting married, he can chase beautiful women as much as possible. No one can say anything. Once married, it is completely different.

Of course, looking at the entertainment circles in Europe and the United States, it is normal to continue to mess around after marriage.

"Don't talk about these annoying things, drink!"

Picking up his glass, Duke took a sip of whiskey, and Sophie Marceau next to him raised his head and poured a half glass of whiskey into his stomach, "Cheers!"

Duke simply asked the waiter to bring a whole bottle of wine and pour some into two glasses.

After another glass of wine, Sophie Marceau probably drank a little anxiously, covered her mouth and coughed in a low voice, rejected the tissue Duke handed over, and touched her smooth face, a little drunk and vigilant. Looked at Duke.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?"

Spreading his hands, Duke shook his head with an innocent expression. With his drink, I'm afraid he would go under the table before he was drunk with Sophie Marceau.

"Don't think I can't see it."

Maybe it's a little familiar. Sophie Marceau didn't speak as implicitly as before, "There's only one purpose for talking to me and to please my man! What about you, Duke?"

"No one doesn't like Sophie Marceau!" Duke stared at her scorchingly. (To be continued...)