Chapter 96: Jessica Alba

"Richard, you're so popular lately. I see your news every day when I flip through the newspaper."

"Really? There is a lot of news about me, but it's mostly in the sports section. Did you specifically flip to the sports section to pay attention to my news? Oh, dear Sally, I have to say, you're really a good friend," Richard said, walking while holding his phone.

"Who's paying special attention to you? Aren't you a bit too full of yourself?! Let me tell you, today's 'Los Angeles Times' movie section has news about your new movie's release, and yesterday there was news about you arguing with Tyson and Roy Jones Jr. Hehe~ Richard, you're all boxers, if you have the guts, just fight. What's the point of arguing like women? Seeing a few strong men arguing in the newspapers every day, I really feel it's so boring. I look down on you!" Charlize Theron mocked on the phone.

Richard laughed. "Yes, you're right. Men should duel. Arguing is indeed boring. But it's not my fault. I said my skills are very good, but they insist on saying that my skills are not good, that I'm a liar, only know how to act but not box. I said, 'Come on, let's fight if you're not convinced,' but they said I'm not qualified to fight them. What can I do?"

"You're indeed not qualified. They are both world champions, and you're only an international champion. Mr. Richard Brad, you should work harder."

"Haha, you're right. So after the match ended, I started training, striving to win the gold belt in the November finals. Sally, soon, you'll have another good friend with a world champion title."

"Tsk, as if I care... Why aren't you talking? Are you angry? Can't you even tell a joke? You have no sense of humor."

"Hey~ Sally, you know what? Just now a boxing fan recognized me and asked for my autograph. What did you just say? Can you say it again?" Richard waved to the fan and said into the phone.

"Nothing. Are you out and about? When are you coming to Los Angeles? I'll buy you a drink!"

"Em~ I don't want to. I only have one good friend in Los Angeles, but last time I went, that good friend only treated me to a boxed lunch. Every time I think about it, I feel particularly sad. Los Angeles is my place of sorrow."

"Fuck, I said last time that I would treat you to a big meal after filming, but you had to catch a plane. Can you blame me for that? You've complained to me about this little thing 800 times. Richard Brad, are you even a man? And you're an international boxing champion, are you fighting women's boxing?" Charlize Theron cursed.

Richard twitched his lips. "Sally, I was joking, can't you tell? You have no sense of humor."

"Screw you, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

Click~ Charlize Theron hung up the phone directly.

Richard held the phone and smiled, then called back. "Hey, dear Sally, can you not hang up yet? I was wrong, I promise, I will never mention that incident again. If I do... let that thing of mine shrink by an inch."

"Pfft~ An inch?"

A muffled laugh came from the phone. "Shameless! Richard Brad, you said it yourself. You can't mention this incident again, not to me, not to anyone, or else, hmph, we'll do as you said."

"Okay, Sally. By the way, you just said you wanted to treat me to a meal?" Richard smiled.

"Yes, when you come to Los Angeles, I'll treat you to a meal. Don't worry, it definitely won't be a boxed lunch."

"Alright then, I'm at Los Angeles International Airport. When are you going to treat me to a meal?"

"Really?"

"Listen!" Richard picked up his phone. The broadcast at the baggage claim was saying "Welcome to Los Angeles" and then played the baggage claim instructions. There were many passengers who had just gotten off the plane, and the environment was noisy.

"Did you hear that?" Richard laughed. "'The Perfect Murder' is about to be released, and I need to come here for movie promotion."

"Alright, you bastard, welcome to Los Angeles. Wait for me at the airport, I'll come pick you up."

"No need, I can take a taxi."

"It's okay, I happen to be free. It's settled then."

Click~ Charlize Theron hung up the phone again.

Richard held the phone and smiled. She's quite loyal.

Thump~

Just as he was about to put away his phone, his arm was bumped, and the phone fell to the ground with a clatter, spinning a few times on the smooth floor before stopping at the corner.

"I'm sorry, sir, I wasn't steady on my feet and accidentally bumped into you. I'm really sorry." A girl came out from behind and apologized. The girl was eighteen or nineteen years old, slender, about 170 cm tall, and very beautiful, with wheat-colored skin and obvious mixed-race features.

The girl jogged to the corner, picked up the phone, and walked back. "Sir, I'm very sorry for dropping your phone. May I ask how much your phone costs? I'm willing to compensate you."

"It's okay, this is a Nokia phone, it's very durable. Sometimes I use it to crack coconuts." Richard opened the phone and checked, it was indeed fine.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with sparkling eyes. "Sir, you look familiar. Are you the boxing champion, Mr. Richard Brad?"

"Oh, you recognized me?" Richard looked at her in surprise.

"Yes, Mr. Brad. My dad loves boxing, and we have your videotapes at home. I've watched them with him. My dad says you're a very skilled boxer and that you'll definitely become a world champion in the future."

"Haha, thank your dad for his support. I'll keep working hard," Richard chuckled and said as he walked.

"Mr. Brad, can you give me an autograph? My dad would be so happy if he knew," the girl followed and asked.

"Haha, of course." Richard put down his suitcase, took the pen and autograph book, and signed his artistic signature along with a blessing.

"Oh, sorry, beautiful lady, I forgot to ask your name."

"My name is Jessica Alba!" the girl said excitedly.

"Jessica Alba?" Richard looked at her in surprise. Was this one of the most beautiful faces in Hollywood in the future? She was indeed very beautiful, wearing a T-shirt and casual pants, with a ponytail, her brown skin looking healthy and sunny. She was a beautiful girl with unique features.

"Mr. Brad, is there a problem?"

"Oh, no." Richard lowered his head and asked while writing, "Jessica, are you an actress? I think I've seen your movies?"

"Mr. Brad, you can recognize me? I've acted in two movies before," Jessica Alba said with surprise.

"Yes, Jessica, you're outstanding and leave a strong impression. Keep working hard, maybe you'll become a big star in the future. And call me Richard, I'm also an actor, I don't mind having more actor friends," Richard handed over the autograph book and smiled.

"Okay, thank you, Brad... well, Richard, you're really a nice person," Jessica Alba smiled.

"Haha, you too. Let's chat again sometime." Richard waved his hand and walked out of the terminal with his suitcase.

"Goodbye, Richard!" Jessica Alba waved.

"Jessica, why did you run away just now? You even left your luggage behind," a girl asked, dragging two suitcases as she ran up.

"Haha, Lilith, I just met Richard Brad," Jessica said, holding the autograph book and smiling.

"Richard? The boxing champion? You're an actress, why did you ask him for an autograph?"

"Didn't you see the poster for Gwyneth's new movie? It also has Richard's picture on it. He's a boxer and an actor. He'll definitely become a big star in the future. Isn't it good to know a big star?" Jessica laughed.

"Okay, we should go. We have an audition tomorrow, we should prepare well."

"Don't be nervous, we will definitely succeed." Jessica smiled confidently and walked away, pulling her suitcase.

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"Anthony, I just saw a good new actress at the airport. She might not have a management company yet. Didn't you and Norman talk about making BAA bigger and stronger a few days ago? I think we can sign her to the company and train her... Okay, we'll talk about it when you get here." At the airport entrance, Richard walked and talked on his phone.

"Richard, get in the car!" A BMW Z4 stopped.

"Coming!"

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(End of chapter)