Chapter 33 The Stalker

Ask for a recommendation ticket!

Before going to work every time, Matthew had to go to Liszt's office to pick up the car keys and work that night. He was not surprised when he heard what the front desk staff said. He went straight to the second floor, knocked on the door, and pushed open the office door.

"Look who's here..."

As soon as he walked into the office, the unusually harsh voice of the bald black man came over, "Our big star."

Every time he came to this office, Matthew would hear the sarcasm of the bald black man. As in the past, he was too lazy to pay attention to such a person, and was going to go to Liszt's desk to pick up the work assignment tonight.

The bald black man did not finish, and continued, "I heard that you went to the crew for an interview again? What crew? Is it the same crew as last time?"

Matthew didn't know what was going on. He almost made that kind of film, and it suddenly spread in the company.

"The naked star!" The fat man next to the bald black man laughed, "You idiot are you going to make that kind of movie again?"

"How much money can you make making this kind of film?" the bald black man said again, "Hey, hillbilly! On your terms, as long as you take off your clothes, many rich women and guys who like gay will definitely give you a big price! "

Liszt didn't say a word, he was still the same as in the past, watching a good show with a smile, watching a nasty nigger sneer at a poor boy, it was his daily fun activity.

Matthew took the newspapers and magazines he just bought, stopped and looked at the bald black man, the bald black man widened his eyes, pursed his two fat lips like a sausage hanging, and made a harsh voice, "What are you looking at? Idiot? , am I right?"

No matter how good-tempered people are, they can't endure indefinitely. Besides, Matthew is not the kind of good-natured person. After being ridiculed by the bald black man for so long, he couldn't help it. But seeing that there are other people in the office, I still endured it. Such suspected discrimination may cause considerable trouble.

"Don't think that everyone is as mean, narrow-minded and immature as you are." Matthew shot back.

"what?"

The bald black man almost jumped up from his office chair when he saw the submissive hillbilly, "You Texas hillbilly! Do you know this is Los Angeles?"

He seemed to be out of breath, rolled up his sleeves and seemed to want to do it. Seeing the height difference of half a head and Matthew's sturdy figure, he held back and took a gulp from the water glass.

Liszt is still watching a good show. He doesn't like that nigger, nor does he like the hillbilly. Every time the two of them put on a scene, he can watch it with relish.

The bald black man drank half a glass of water in one breath, "Hill bumpkin! Keep on living your dream, you'll be a hopeless little driver after 50 years! You've been in Hollywood all your life, and you're also a part-time performer! You... "

Before he could finish speaking, an open magazine was thrown on the table in front of him. On the upside of the magazine was a movie poster with a large series of text descriptions under the poster.

Matthew threw away the "Premier" magazine that was opened outside the Red Penguin Company. He was too lazy to say anything. If he was entangled with the bald black man, it would only make him sick. What if he suppressed the bald black man in the end? Just an ignorant fool.

The bald black man lowered his head and saw the poster. It seemed to be a promotional poster for a costume movie. The background was a group of ragged savages. The front of the savages seemed to be their leader. On this barbarian leader, he is extraordinarily tall, strong and fierce.

Why...why does the beard-covered face of the barbarian leader look so familiar? The bald black man scratched his head subconsciously.

"You go drive that Ford tonight." Lister handed the car keys and a document to Matthew, "Go to Malibu, I remember you've been there before."

Matthew glanced at the document,

Nodding, "Yes." He asked again, "The driver of this car..."

"Resigned!" Liszt's tone was not very good. "These guys, if you don't do a good job, you have to go to stocks! Sooner or later you will go bankrupt!"

He waved to Matthew, "Go out, remember to start on time, don't be late! Also, the client is in a bad mood recently, no matter what you say or do, you have to endure it."

"Okay." Matthew took the car keys and documents, and walked out of the office without looking at the bald black man who was still in a daze.

When he came to the driver's lounge, he looked at the document again and confirmed that he had read the name correctly. The place to go tonight was Johnny Lee Miller's manor in Malibu.

In Liszt's office, the bald black man was still staring at the barbarian leader on the poster, his eyes gradually showing confusion and disbelief.

"What's the matter?" Fatty saw him in a daze, and leaned over to ask, "Why are you stupid when that country bumpkin threw you a book?"

He walked over to the bald black man, looked down and saw the barbarian leader, and then he was stunned. After a few seconds, he came back to his senses, his face was full of ghostly expressions, and he pointed to the poster and the caption below and said, "This Man...this face...isn't that Matthew Horner?"

Fatty couldn't believe it, he turned to look at Liszt, "How is this possible!"

Liszt felt strange and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Impossible, it's definitely not him!" The bald black man said suddenly, his voice was frightening, "I said above, "Gladiator" is a super blockbuster that Universal Pictures invested 100 million US dollars, and the director is still Ridley Scot T, Ridley Scott isn't a fool, how could he possibly use a Texas hillbilly?"

The fat man took another look and muttered, "This face is exactly the same as Matthew Horner except for the beard."

The bald black man glared at the fat man, "There are many similar-looking people in the world! Do you look like a pig's head?"

As soon as he said this, the fat man instantly became angry and pointed to the poster in the magazine, "Are you blind? This is Matthew Horner! Are your eyes on your head just for decoration?"

Liszt came over, but did not stop the two arguing idiots. Instead, he picked up the magazine and read it carefully. He dealt with Matthew Horner almost every day, and only glanced at the poster to confirm that it must be Matthew- Horner's face.

Then, he looked at the text below, Universal Pictures, $100 million, Ridley Scott, Russell Crowe... these came into view one by one.

"Isn't he really that idiot?" Liszt pinched his chin. "Is Matthew Horner going to make a fortune?"

"If I say no, it's no!" The bald black man is still arguing with the fat man, "You bastard, didn't you hear me?"

The fat man was scolded one after another, and his anger grew even stronger, "You black bastard without eyes!"

"Fx-on:#$!"

The bald black man reached out and grabbed the fat man's clothes. The fat man pushed him away, probably with too much force, and the bald black man fell to the ground.

"enough!"

Although it is on the same level and has no direct relationship, Liszt has a higher status in the Red Penguin Company and can't help shouting, "What do you two want to do?"

The fat man and the bald black man both glared at each other and did not continue to scold.

"That's Matthew Horner!"

As he walked to his desk, the fat man was still muttering.

The bald black man struggled to get up from the ground, with a black face showing no expression, he laughed at the country bumpkin for so long, and the other party is now in the crew of the big director Ridley Scott, which is still on the promotional poster. main character……

"No! That's definitely not him!"

The bald black man hypnotized himself, how could the Texas hillbilly who was ridiculed by him every day get ahead? I wouldn't believe it if I beat him to death.

In the driver's lounge, after reading the purchased newspapers and magazines, Matthew rested for a while. Thinking of his work tonight, he couldn't help scratching his head.

Angelina Jolie and Johnny Lee Miller agreed to divorce as early as last month. Matthew is not clear about the specific circumstances. According to the media, Johnny Lee Miller paid for the divorce. A painful price, especially with regard to property division.

Matthew guessed that the video played an important role.

However, he can still work at the Red Penguin Company now, which shows that Johnny Lee Miller has no doubts about him for the time being.

"I guess that guy Johnny Lee Miller is depressed?"

Matthew heard from another driver in the company some time ago that Johnny Lee Miller frequently contacted the Red Penguin company during this time, and the models who had business dealings with the company almost called it again.

The party Johnny Lee Miller threw tonight was bigger than the one he went before, and Matthew had more people to pull.

As soon as the departure time came, he drove the Ford nanny car away from the Red Penguin Company, and was about to go to the Westwood District to pick him up first, but just as he drove out of Hollywood Boulevard, he found a yellow Chevrolet behind him, as if following him.

Matthew turned two bays and took a detour, and the Chevrolet was always behind.

"Who will follow me?" He frowned slightly, "Could it be that the crew of "Forbidden Tarot" asked someone to collect debts? Or..."

After thinking about it in his heart, Matthew found that he had actually offended a lot of people recently, such as Johnny Lee Miller, the stupid pig named Macon from the "Gladiator" crew, and Winona Lai De...

It shouldn't be Winona Ryder, she has the handle in his hands, and the two sides have a non-disclosure agreement.

Just as Matthew was thinking, the Ford nanny car gradually approached a detached house that he had come to before. He honked the horn, the door of the detached house opened from the inside, and the girl named Rachel came out and faced this side as before. He waved his hand and shouted loudly, "Wait for me ten minutes!"

Matthew stretched out his hand, waved it there, and then saw in the rear-view mirror that the yellow Chevrolet followed, and stopped less than ten meters behind.

The passenger window of the taxi was lowered, revealing a black cylindrical object, first aimed at the Ford car, and then at the detached house...

Seeing this, Matthew immediately thought of a possibility.