Chapter 34 Entertainment Informer

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The cylindrical object was obviously a camera lens. Matthew thought it might have been targeted by reporters or paparazzi. Maybe the other party would follow him to Malibu.

Suddenly, the door of the yellow Chevrolet opened, and a man wearing a baseball bat got out of the car and walked towards it.

This is obviously a woman, and she is a very tall woman. Matthew's visual inspection should be at least 1.85 meters. She is wearing a pair of running shoes and body-shaping casual clothes. The braids kept shaking.

Matthew simply put down the window glass and looked back. Covered by the brim of his hat, he could roughly see that the woman had a typical Western woman's tough face, with sunken eye sockets, a high nose bridge, thin cheeks, a broad forehead, and broad shoulders. wide leg length...

The blonde woman saw that Matthew was observing her, but without any intention of avoiding it, she walked over directly.

"Where's Bill Mattson?" the woman asked, coming to the driver's seat.

Knowing that she was asking about the previous driver, Matthew replied, "He quit."

"Fx-on:#$!"

The blonde woman uttered a foul language, "This despicable bastard!"

Matthew looked at her suspiciously, not knowing what entanglement she had with that Bill Mattson.

"How dare you take my money and disappear!" The blonde woman was a little furious. She raised her big feet in running shoes and kicked the wheel of the Ford car viciously. Matthew quickly stopped, "Hey, what are you doing! This is Private property!"

The blond woman raised her foot and was about to kick a second time. Matthew pushed open the driver's door and jumped off.

"Stop!" Matthew stared at the blonde woman.

If anything happened to the car, he'd deduct his salary.

The blond woman put down her raised foot, looked at Matthew and asked, "Are you the driver of this car?"

Matthew's eyes were full of vigilance, and he asked back, "Who are you? Why are you following me? Follow me all the way from Hollywood Boulevard to here!"

"We..." The blonde woman looked around, "Can we talk in the car?"

"Let's talk about it here." Matthew couldn't just bring a stranger into the car.

The blonde woman lowered her voice, "Are you going to Malibu?"

Matthew was more vigilant, "Are you a reporter or a paparazzi?"

"Reporter." The blonde woman didn't mean to hide, "Entertainment reporter."

She preempted, "If Bill Mattson's message to me is right, you're serving the Johnny Lee Miller rave party tonight with Jude Law, Ivan... British stars like McGregor and Irving Brehner, right?"

Matthew took over this job on a temporary basis. The information that Liszt gave him was only marked as Johnny Lee Miller's large carnival party, and did not write about anyone invited, Irving Brener and Jude- He is not familiar with Luo, but because of the relationship between Star Wars, he knows that Ewan McGregor is a big star.

"No wonder the reporter was hooked." Matthew suddenly realized.

But he said, "No comment!"

After Matthew finished speaking, he was about to get in the car, but the female reporter suddenly stepped forward and stopped him with a tall and strong body, "Wait."

"You can't be entangled any more." Matthew took out his phone and checked the time, "I'm going to call the police."

On the other side, there was the sound of high heels falling to the ground. He turned his head and glanced at the model named Rachel, who had already left the house and was walking towards him.

The female reporter didn't give up and took out a few bills, "You take me into Johnny Lee Miller's estate, and the three hundred dollars are yours."

"Three hundred dollars?"

If it was in the past, Matthew might be tempted, but now he doesn't like it,

He shook his head directly, "I am a very professional person."

Three hundred dollars to risk him is a joke, and journalists, unlike Angelina Jolie, are bound to expose something.

One Johnny Lee Miller, and Iwan McGregor, and that's fine.

Not to mention three hundred dollars, even if it was five thousand dollars, he would have to think about it.

As if disdainful of the female reporter's bribe, Matthew didn't even look at the few dollar bills. He walked around the female reporter and found that this woman was really too tall, a bit taller than him, and quite strong. , quite a bit like the Mao Zimei called Powa who he had seen playing tennis.

The female reporter pinched her hands around her waist and watched Matthew get into the Ford nanny car. Matthew closed the door and saw that she raised her foot and wanted to kick the wheel. She suddenly shifted gears and accelerated, and the car jumped forward, scaring the female reporter. Jump.

Parking the car beside the approaching female model, Matthew opened the other door, waited for Rachel to get in the car, and drove away.

"Huh..." Rachel saw Matthew and came to the seat next to him, "You're back, Matthew."

Matthew turned his head and smiled at her. "Bill Mattson resigned, and I'm back to drive this car."

"I heard Bill say you got the role?" Rachel said with obvious envy in her eyes. "It's still Ridley Scott's film."

"Well." Matthew nodded, pretending to be very ordinary, "A small character with a few close-ups."

"A close-up?" Rachel opened her mouth, "or how many?"

She patted her chest, "God! Did I hear it wrong! I remember this was your third character?"

Seeing Matthew nod, Rachel said again, "Your luck makes people jealous!"

"My agent has something to do with Ridley Scott," Matthew said casually. "That's why I got the role."

Rachel was still a little envious. If she had had such an opportunity back then, she wouldn't have been reduced to the present.

The two chatted all the way just like the previous few times. Matthew picked up seven female models and sent them to the manor in Malibu. When entering and leaving the manor, he took a special look. The security of the manor was obviously strengthened. There were guards who followed Ford until he left the estate.

Driving to the place where he often waited before, Matthew had just parked the car, and before he had time to turn off the engine, he saw the yellow Chevrolet also driving over and parked on the right side of the Ford.

The tall and sturdy female reporter picked up the camera, took a photo at the manor, put the camera on the co-pilot, pushed the door and got out of the car, and knocked on the glass of the co-pilot of the Ford car.

"Hello!" The female reporter motioned to lower the car window.

Matthew lowered the window glass and asked, "You give up, I won't take you in."

The female reporter replied, "I'm Irina Boyar, a reporter for US News, what's your name?"

"Matthew." Matthew didn't say his last name.

"Hello, Matthew." The female reporter's temper was obviously restrained. "Don't worry, I won't let you take me in again. I'll just wait outside and take a few photos."

She knocked on the car door, "Can you go up and have a chat?"

Matthew opened the car door and let the female reporter named Irina get in the car.

"This car is very good." Irina Boyar came to the seat next to Matthew and sat down, looking at the equipment in the car, "It's just like the nanny cars of those little stars."

But Matthew didn't answer him, and asked the doubts in his heart, "Do you know Mattson?"

"Yeah." Irina Boyar was too tall and put the seat back, "He's one of my informants who provides me with some entertainment news, and I learned from him last week that there is this Party, paid him a sum of money to take me in and have some explosive news."

"How much did you give him?" Matthew asked.

Elena shrugged and shook her head, "A thousand dollars, now..."

Then, she stared at Matthew, "Are you interested?"

Matthew knew what she was asking, "Being your entertainment informant? Selling you insider information on corporate clients?"

"I'll sell you a price you're satisfied with." Elena said seductively.

"I'm not interested in these." Matthew refused. "I don't have time either. I have to rest at night, otherwise I will doze off during the acting class the next day..."

"In an acting class?" Elena turned to look at him and asked curiously, "Are you an actor?"

Matthew nodded lightly, "I'm an actor." He tapped the steering wheel, "This is my part-time job."

Irina Boyar got it, this is just a small actor, there are countless actors like Los Angeles.

"Which crews have you been to?" She sees if she can snoop out some useful information.

Just as Matthew was about to answer, the phone rang, he took it out and took a look, it was Helen Herman who called.

He pressed the answer button. "Hey, Helen. Anything to call so late?"

Helen Herman's crisp voice sounded in the receiver, "Get ready, come to the company before nine o'clock tomorrow morning, there is a job that requires you to audition."

Matthew didn't want to be as confused as the last time he went to the "Gladiator" crew, and asked directly, "Can you tell me what the job is?"

Helen Herman said simply, "The hero of Britney Spears's new MV."

"What?" Matthew almost stood up. "I heard that right? Britney Spears's MV hero?"

The voice was high enough, and Matthew's second-hand cell phone receiver was leaking, and Irina Boyar instantly looked sideways. Britney Spears has been popular all over the United States since the beginning of the year, and every piece of news is enough to attract readers' attention. .

She looked at Matthew, this guy is going to audition for the lead actor in the Britney Spears MV? is this real?

"Good! Good! Good!"

Hearing Helen Herman's confirmation voice, Matthew nodded again and again, "I'll be there on time."

Anyone who has ever followed entertainment news a little bit knows who Britney Spears is, and this woman is a gossip maker. Matthew had read some stories about her shaved head, bucket waist, and conflicts with childhood friends. To spray and many other entertainment lace, pass a lot of boring time.

Hanging up the phone and putting away the phone, Matthew suppressed his excitement. After all, he was going to the audition. Whether he could get it or not is still unknown.

Beside, Elena Boyar confirmed that the news may be true, and her head turned quickly.