(I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter. Sorry, there’s a lot going on today... This is chapter thirty-one, and the previous chapter was chapter thirty-two)
It seemed that the standard of this cocktail party was very high, because Mr. Martin Dempsey, the old friend and the current Vice President, directly held the cocktail party in the Presidential Garden of the White House.
Most of the people who come here are from America's wealthy class, and many are even alumni who have gone into business after retiring or directly graduated from West Point Military Academy or the Air Force Academy.
Of course, this kind of reception is also indispensable for the participation of celebrities. Some well-known American figures, perhaps football superstars, famous Broadway actors or Hollywood directors and movie stars, etc., are also participating in the reception.
Of course, this reception is chargeable. The entrance fee per person is US$10,000, which will be used for the relief fund for disabled veterans.
When the Vice President stood on the stage and gave a speech at the reception, and the wealthy people expressed the amount of donations they would make, Black Dolan walked onto the stage. What he wanted to do was represent his disabled and retired comrades.
Thanks to this group of rich people:
"Dear guests, sirs and ladies, I am very happy to receive your donation. In Philadelphia, in Tennessee, and in distant Lexington, there are countless soldiers like me who left the army because of disability. They fight for this country, but
Now, they are living in difficulty. Maybe he just wanted to pour a glass of water for himself, but found that he could not do anything because he left that arm in Kuwait or other battlefields. They should not be like this, they should get more.
I am very grateful to our Vice President, General Martin Dempsey, for hosting this reception today, because this reception lets you know that there are still a group of people who dedicated their lives to the United States but ended up miserable..."
Just as Blake Dolan was speaking on the field, a female companion brought by one of the attendees suddenly asked softly:
"Tim, why don't I see any disability in this young man? Can such a young man represent a disabled veteran?"
Without waiting for the male companion who led her to the entrance to answer, Sheldon Cooper, who was inserting chicken into his plate next to him, said:
"Miss, you won't notice that the guy standing on the field speaking has no kneecaps. There is only a special alloy at the knee of his left leg because his knee was shattered by a bullet in Afghanistan!"
"Oh my God!" The woman covered her mouth gracefully and shouted, "Poor man!"
"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this young man. He's fine, right? God bless him!" the woman said, looking at Sheldon Cooper.
"On the contrary, he has to fight pain all his life. That piece of metal caused 6 dols of pain every time he took a step." Sheldon Cooper said while drizzling orange juice on the chicken.
"How painful will 6dol be?" the lady asked curiously.
"It's like accidentally cutting a gash on your finger while chopping vegetables," Sheldon Cooper said.
"Oh, that's okay, it won't hurt very much." The woman nodded, indicating that she knew the feeling of pain.
"How long does it take for you to get a small cut? Every step Blake Dolan takes now is equivalent to a cut on his knee. Think about it, dozens of cuts on your hands a minute.
What does a small wound feel like?" Sheldon Cooper said as he glanced at the woman.
"Oh my god!" The woman glanced at the male companion next to her and said, "Tim, are all American men as brave as him?"
Hollywood director Tim Burton looked at Blake Dolan on the field, then at the charming French girl next to him, and nodded helplessly:
"Well, actually, it is."
"I want to date him." The woman stared at Tim Burton and said firmly.
"Are you crazy? You didn't know who this man was ten minutes ago!" Tim Burton shouted in a low voice: "I brought you here to be my female companion, not to choose a man for you. I am a director.
!Not a pimp!”….
"Then when you choose me to star in this movie, you should read my information clearly. I am French and a French woman!" The woman stood up and everyone applauded Blake Dolan after he finished speaking.
"Listen, Cotillard, calm down! That guy is not just a disabled soldier, he is the sole heir of a big family, and he is a club manager... Oh my God! Damn it! This sounds like
Praise him! In short! You'd better keep a distance from this kind of dandy from a big family!" Tim Burton advised from the side.
"Who is he and what does it have to do with me? Isn't he charming because he has countless money? He is a hero! A hero who was wounded for the country! French women like heroes the most, especially male heroes. When I was in France, I saw a
The director's script, the story above, is about a playboy from a big family who breaks his legs during a trip, and his girlfriend takes care of him, cares for him, and makes him re-recognize the value of life. I'm going to
After the audition, the director said that I was not suitable for the role of the girlfriend. It doesn't matter. Now, I have to find the script myself!" The girl named Cotillard has the unique enthusiasm of a French woman. She seems to be attracted to Black Dolan and immediately becomes
Prepare to pounce on him.
"Marion Cotillard! You're going to Los Angeles with me later! Our movie isn't over yet!" Tim Burton shouted in annoyance.
"Isn't that movie finished? Only the editing is left?" Marion Cotillard said.
"You should behave like an actor!" Tim Burton growled in a low voice.
"Okay, I'll go back to Hollywood with you later." Marion Cotillard chose to give in before Tim Burton's anger. She couldn't let a director question her professional ethics.
Tim Burton breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately, he saw Marion Cotillard stand up, hold her skirt with both hands, and walk towards Black Dolan, saying as he walked:
"Before I go back to Hollywood! I need to get his phone number! I am a French woman, and I will be an actress later!"
Tim Burton drank down the whiskey in his hand and glared at Sheldon Cooper opposite who was watching the show with peace of mind:
"Boy! Your partner is suspected of kidnapping my actor!"
Sheldon Cooper stuck a piece of chicken in his mouth and said:
"Sir, I can replace her. I can play any role well."
…
After Blake Dolan came off the stage, he drank with several guests who were toasting him. He finally got away and was about to find Sheldon Cooper to sit for a while when he saw a woman with long brown-red hair holding up her skirt in both hands.
He ran over, as if he would fall down in the next second. Black Dolan stretched out his hand to help her and asked:
"Hello, miss, what happened?"
Marion Cotillard raised her head and looked at this resolute face with a slight stubble, and smiled:
"Hello, sir, I want to play a 'dare you' game with you. This is a new game I have learned."
Black Dolan turned around and looked around, then looked at the woman opposite and said:
"I'm sorry, are you talking to me? I'm sorry, I have to leave. I have some personal things to deal with, such as finding my friends."
