The second update is here, what about the recommendation tickets? What about the collection?

Anyone who sees such a beauty will stop and look at it for a while, and Matthew is no exception. Because he is separated by a bookshelves as a cover, his eyes keep moving with the short-haired woman. She is pretty and even comes to visit the bookstore. Can she be regarded as the rumored intellectual beauty?

As soon as this thought appeared, Matthew suddenly widened his eyes. The woman seemed to have found the book she liked, stopped in front of a bookshelf, and pulled out two colorful thirty-two-open books at lightning speed and stuffed them into her handbag.

Matthew squeezed his eyes hard, as if he didn't believe what he saw. Such a slender, delicate and pure woman turned out to be a thief?

The short-haired woman stuffed the book into her bag and continued to visit the bookstore as if nothing had happened. Matthew thought that she might have put the book in her bag temporarily and would take it out when she paid at the cashier. She quickly selected several books about the actors and transferred them to the bookshelves of the woman, and found that the other party had already walked towards the cashier.

"If she was a thief, it would be wonderful if she was caught!"

Curiosity caused Mathew to follow him. When he passed by the woman's bookshelf, he took a look. There were indeed two empty seats on it.

Just as he was turning out of the bookshelf, the short-haired woman walked past the cashier with her handbag. The two female clerks standing behind the cashier greeted her enthusiastically, as if they knew her. The woman nodded and went out directly.

Matthew couldn't help but shake his head, walked over and put the book on the cashier, but said nothing, leaving after payment. Although this incident surprised him, there was no need to meddle in other people's business.

In order to save money, he did not call for rent, and transferred to the bus home. Although the rental apartment was old, it also meant that he had a fixed place in Los Angeles.

When he returned home, sitting on the sofa that had collapsed in the middle, Matthew picked up one of the books he bought and opened it and read it. This was "Movie Performance: Skills and History of Performing Camera" written by O'Brien. He read it for a while, just like he had seen a contract before, and he always felt difficult to read...

Bang--

Matthew closed the book and improved his reading ability. After thinking for a while, he ran to the newsstand downstairs and bought two newspapers. Compared to the large number of professional terms, it is less difficult to understand the newspaper.

After reading a tabloid, he set a task for himself and he must take time to read every day to improve this most basic ability. When reading reaches a certain level, he must also exercise his writing ability.

Even if you can't become a Hollywood star, you can't be a semi-illiterate.

There are also performance schools, which are also very important, but you can't be in a hurry. Matthew has checked these days. If you are willing to further your studies, there are countless performance training institutions in Los Angeles, including professional performance schools, short-term training classes, temporary performance courses at various universities, Broadway performance lectures, etc. For example, the Hollywood Academy of Film and Television and Drama provides six-month tutorials and five lectures a week.

The problem is that these charges a lot of fees. With the possibility of breach of contract compensation at any time, he is temporarily unable to pay such a large fee.

Just as I thought of the previous breach of contract, my phone rang.

Matthew put it in his ear and a very professional voice came, "Hello, is it Mr. Matthew Horner?"

"I'm." He had a bad premonition.

"Mr. Horner, I am Chris Walker attorney." The man introduced himself, "The legal counsel of the crew of "Tao Tarot Cards". I now represent the crew and the company where the crew is located, and officially notify you that you have violated the contract signed by both parties..."

Then he said a lot of professional terms and contract terms, which eventually turned into a sentence, "You need to pay a penalty of 50,000 US dollars! Please provide your address, and I will send you a formal lawyer's letter in the afternoon..."

"Hey? Hey?" Matthew suddenly shouted loudly, "What did you say? I can't hear clearly? Damn your phone, something went wrong again!"

After saying that, he took off the back case of the phone and took off the battery.

There is no way to do this, and I can only respond to the urgent situation. When that guy signed a contract with the crew of "Tao Tarot", he left all the real information, and it was about to be a new century. In an information society like the United States, as long as the other party chased the breach of contract, it would be useless for him to run back to the countryside of Texas.

"Fifty thousand dollars is not a small amount." Matthew frowned, "Am I going to find a lawyer too?"

If you find a lawyer, it is easy to reach an out-of-court settlement, and it may not cost as much as $50,000, but the lawyer's fees are also quite expensive.

Matthew knew very well that it was a matter of money after all, and if you had money, all of these problems were not a problem.

When can I be as free as Johnny Lee Miller?

Thinking of this, Matthew put down his cell phone, took the newspaper and books, and read it carefully. If he didn't even have the ability, even if the opportunity appeared in front of him, he would not be able to seize it.

After reading books in the apartment for a few hours, I went out for another round in the afternoon and took some supper. Matthew went out again. At present, the actor can only be said to be part-time. His regular career is the driver of the Red Penguin Company.

He went to Liszt to get work tasks and car keys, endured the sarcasm of the black and fat people, and waited in the driver's lounge for a while. Matthew drove the Ford nanny car, first went to Ximu District to pick up people, and then sent them to the nearby Orange County.

I picked up the blonde girl named Rachel from Westwood District. Matthew drove onto the expressway to Orange County. Just like last time, the girl was sunny and cheerful, sitting in the seat next to her and talking nonstop.

"Handsome guy, how are you thinking?" she said carelessly. "Recently, a company urgently recruits male models, and your conditions are very good."

Without thinking, Matthew shook his head, "Don't go."

"Your job earns a low income." Rachel took out the mirror to put on makeup, "Can you support you?"

"I've found another part-time job," said Matthew.

Rachel looked at him curiously, "It's not what you said last time to be an actor, right?"

"Yeah!" Matthew nodded, "I've got a job on a crew."

"Tsk!" Rachel waved, "That kind of background board without lines?"

"Yeah!" Matthew responded.

Rachel hummed and said, "When I first arrived in Los Angeles more than a year ago, I got several such roles, and they were useless and had no chance."

She shrugged and said in a relaxed tone, "For a long time, I was desperate and wanted to commit suicide."

"Not like it?" Matthew quickly turned his head and looked at her.

It is hard to imagine such a sunny and cheerful girl trying to commit suicide.

"You don't know that poor people can't even afford the rent or even eat..." Rachel put away her smile, "Looking up, despair is so desperate that she can't find the way."

"I've experienced it." Matthew smiled, "I thought about committing suicide."

"Ah?" Rachel laughed again, "Why didn't you commit suicide?"

"I haven't found a suitable way." Matthew said half-truely, "It hurts with a knife, it's too wet to jump into the river, it's dirty with sulfuric acid, it will cause cramps when taking medicine, it's illegal to hang itself, and the gas is too smelly. So, let's just live a secret."

"You...haha..."

Rachel pointed at Matthew and laughed.

The two chatted and passed the time just like last time. After getting off the highway, Matthew picked up three other girls in Orange County and sent them to their destination before dark.

It is the same mansion, but the difference is that this time seems to be a regular party.

However, he didn't care about his affairs. As usual, he parked his car outside the mansion in an unobstructed place. Matthew placed his seat and slept on his own. When it dawn the next day, he sent several tired girls back one after another.

After finishing his work and before he got home, Matthew received a call from his agent Dennis Kurt, informing him to report to the crew in the afternoon.

Matthew hurried home, took another nap, cleaned up a little, looked quite energetic, and had a little meal in advance, then rushed to Universal Studios. By the time he arrived, it was less than twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

At the entrance of the studio, Matthew saw the fat figure again. Unlike the last time he met, Dennis Kurt looked full of energy, as if a happy event was coming.

"Let's go..." He waved to Matthew, "Let's go in."

The two of them said a few words to the staff guarding the door of the studio and entered the office area they had been here before. Since it was lunch time, most of them went to have dinner. The office area was empty. Matthew and Dennis Kurt sat on the bench in front of the casting director's office and waited patiently.

"Remember!" Dennis Kurt seemed to be in a really good mood and specifically told Matthew, "Do whatever you want to do during the shooting, and don't make your own decisions."

He waved his hand, "You are just a background board. Generally speaking, you can stand still, it's not difficult."

Matthew nodded, "I remember!"

This is the first step to accumulating experience and qualifications. When he came to Los Angeles, he basically looked at him and saw that with experience and qualifications, he would have a higher chance of getting a role in the future.

"I'll go out to the bathroom, you'll wait here, don't run around."

If this stepping stone hadn't played its role and had a relationship with casting director Rubin, Dennis Kurt wouldn't bother to say this, "It might be a last show later, so don't have a conflict with others."

Matthew nodded, and Dennis Kurt turned and walked away.

Sitting here was bored, Matthew couldn't help but imagine what would happen if he was going to the opera for the first time in the afternoon. After thinking for a while, the sound of high heels stepping on the floor suddenly came from the other end of the corridor, and then turned a tall and thin girl from a corner.

Matthew glanced over there and found that Angelina Jolie, who dyed her hair golden, had thought she was coming to find her, so he stood up and waved.

Unexpectedly, Angelina Jolie didn't even look at her, and pushed open a door and broke in.

"Why? Why do you want to invalidate yesterday's scene?" Angelina Jolie's angry roar immediately rang, "I want to delete my scene?"

A deserted and ethereal female voice then came, "I am the producer, this is a normal shooting adjustment!"
Chapter completed!