Chapter 1783: Invitation letter
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Heath in front of him looks like a 17 or 18-year-old boy. The childishness on his face is hard to conceal. The Australian accent that has not been corrected before he speaks is more like a simple boy from the country, his angry and angry words. , But it sounds unconvincing to outsiders—Heath knows Hugo? Could he know better than the young volcano, and better than Hollywood as a whole? The answer is obviously no.
"Hahahaha..." So everyone burst into laughter, and the people around the tables burst into laughter.
The man who flipped through the "Los Angeles Times" even wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and patted Heath's tender shoulder. "Boy, don't dream, this is not a fairy tale world. Besides, you didn't want to buy invitations through the black market just now. Letter? Why are you talking right now? Is it because..." The man prolonged the ending, then looked at all the "audience" around him, lifted his right hand and pinched his thumb, index finger and **** to push him out. "Lack of cash?"
The mocking tone suddenly made everyone laugh again.
Daydreaming is not uncommon in Hollywood. Almost every day, you can see hundreds of young people with dreams of illusory actors coming to Los Angeles, and then consuming their youth here bit by bit, and finally annihilated in time. Like Heath, who works as a waitress in a cafe, trying to find a chance to make a living, there are no ten thousand but eight thousand. But the real success is more than one-hundredth or one-thousandth, and often one-tenthousandth does not necessarily mean that a top superstar will appear.
From Tom Cruise to Tom Hanks to Hugo Lancaster, Hollywood witnessed the birth of a truly superstar, and it took almost half a century of energy.
Any Los Angeles resident who has a slight interest in the entertainment industry knows that this time Hugo’s private party, everyone wants to be a guest, everyone is discussing it tirelessly, and everyone dreams of being able to attend. On such occasions, there are even rumors that the governor of California hopes to get an invitation letter. Even if they know that it is impossible for them to enter the field-but at least a much greater chance than a minor from the Australian countryside.
Therefore, everyone was laughing and mocking Heath's daydreaming and self-defeating.
Heath's immature white cheeks turned red in an instant, he wanted to punch the man in front of him, he wanted to rebut and reprimand him loudly, but he couldn't say a word. This made him feel very aggrieved, the flames burning in his chest couldn't be vented, and when his anger reached its peak, he felt humiliated and made him want to run away.
When Heath turned around and wanted to run away, he found a man in front of him walking towards him and blocking his way. This made him even more embarrassed. He wanted to get out of the way and diverted, but But he found that the surrounding tables were full of people, with the back of the chair leaning against the chair, there was no room for him to move away.
Seeing Heath’s embarrassment, the people around laughed happier. The man raised his voice and mocked condescendingly, “Hugo Lancaster, that’s the top of the Hollywood pyramid at present. Harrison Ford needs his agent to go to the party if he wants to attend the party, let alone you, an unknown person, which is really ridiculous."
Heath, who is still young, only wants to punch the man in the face, but he hasn’t paid the rent for three months. If he loses his job again, he will go back to Australia-even more ridiculous. , He didn’t even have the money to buy a ticket back to Australia. In other words, he was going to sleep on the street. With the dream of an actor, he left Australia and came to Los Angeles, but was played around by this cannibal Vanity Fair. All his vigor and temper were flattened out bit by bit.
"I don't know, you actually know Harrison Ford." A voice rang, gradually calming the laughter around him. Everyone looked at it, and it was the man who had just walked towards Heath just now.
This man looks very young, almost as old as Heath, and definitely not more than twenty years old. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a tall figure with a sturdy body, and a simple smile on his face. Then he carried a plain black school bag slanting, looking like a nerd doing research at the University of California.
The man originally thought it was a big person who appeared-after all, here in Hollywood you need to be cautious all the time. Maybe it is not unusual for Hugo to sit behind them, but he was relieved to see the nerd in front of him. , Jokingly said, "I'm not sure what happened to Harrison Ford, but I can be sure that you absolutely don't know Harrison Ford." There was another laughter.
The nerd didn’t care, but shrugged with a smile, “I don’t know if Harrison is interested in Hugo’s party, but I believe that if Hugo were here, he would never like the joke you just made. Because Hugo is hosting this party, it definitely does not hope to become a topic of black market hype."
"So, you know again?" The man raised his eyebrows and mocked, then looked at the audience around him, and said in a Shakespearean stage, "Oh, God, another Nietzsche appeared!" Everyone He laughed again.
Heath looked at the nerd in front of him with a little embarrassment, and showed an apologetic smile to his peers, "Sorry, it's all my trouble, you don't need to speak for me."
The nerd laughed and waved his hand indifferently, "I just told the truth. You know, Hugo once told a story. When he participated in the interview of the crew of "Scent of a Woman", he almost I felt like a fruit, because he had just won the Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Actor, and he was still not very unsightly, so everyone on the scene was staring at him. But he still insisted. Scalp participated in the audition. At the time, he didn’t have dreams or anything. He just firmly believed that he was an actor and he should rely on himself to make a way out. So, I think you should stick to it, after all, the City of Angels was originally It’s a miraculous city, isn’t it?"
The man was stunned, then raised his hands high, "Look, it's incredible that our great Nietzsche knew Hugo!" The ironic tone made everyone laugh again.
The nerd turned his head this time and said seriously, "Whether I know Hugo or not is not an important thing, but I can be sure that you never know Hugo." This is what the man mocked the nerd just now. Now it is used again. In his own body, this made the man look embarrassed, and the audience laughed without exception.
Then, the nerd looked at Heath, who was grateful in front of him, took the "ugly" black schoolbag in front of him, and took it out of it. "That's the way it is. Actually Hugo gave me this party. A few invitations, let me distribute them, but my friends don’t have as many as I imagined, so now they are redundant. I knew that if I put it on the black market, Hugo would definitely kill me, so I thought ..." The book nerd had an extra red envelope in his hand, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, "Rather than waste it in my hand, it's better to give it to those who need it."
The nerd looked at the direction of the street and said with a smile, "I originally wanted to give a few beauties and invite her to be my date at the party that night, but now it seems...maybe you would be more suitable." Then the nerd He handed the envelope in his hand to Heath in front of him.
Heath was just stunned, looking at the book nerd, who didn't understand what was going on. The nerd raised his hand and motioned for Heath to take over. Heath then realized that he wanted to stretch out his hand, but found that he was still holding a plate in his hand with two dirty coffee cups on it. He quickly put the coffee tray on the table next to him, and whispered to the guest. A word of "sorry", and then took the red envelope from the nerd.
The envelope in his hand is that bright red, but it doesn't look gorgeous at all. Popular, the grainy touch of the hard card allows people to clearly feel the weight of the envelope. On the front is a black pen handwriting, which reads "From Hugo Lancaster" impressively. The elegant and chic font makes people can't help but look at it. In addition, there is no extra decoration, but there is a touch of elegance in the simplicity.
Everyone around couldn't help but take a breath. Now the party invitations that the entire Los Angeles is talking about, even the black market has priceless party invitations, just like this! Moreover, it appeared in the hands of a young man who seemed to be less than twenty years old, and handed it to a naive and green coffee shop waiter, which almost stopped everyone's breathing in an instant. Not only laughter, but even the sound of breathing completely disappeared.
Heath obviously didn't understand the situation. He looked at the envelope in his hand, then looked at the nerd in perplexity, looking for an answer, but before he could speak, the man next to him couldn't help but mocked, "Look. , Look, now even fake invitations have appeared. This is really a crazy world, isn't it?"
The man’s face turned very bad at this time Because the woman and young man at the same table were full of surprises, they immediately cast a gaze at him for verification, and seemed to be asking, "The invitation letter is true." Is it?" This shame almost burned him to death, so he couldn't wait to expose the true face of the nerd. He believed so firmly: This is a fake invitation.
The nerd showed a careless smile, and said to Heath in front of him, "It depends on whether you want to believe it." After that, he turned around and left.
At this time, Heath finally recovered and shouted to the nerd, "I, I believe." After a pause, he stretched out his right hand, "My name is Heath Ledger, one...er, one is always ready Actor. May I ask you who are you?"
"Samora Caswell, at this moment is still Hugo's assistant for the time being." The nerd smiled and shook Heath's right hand, and then turned and left without looking back.
The whole coffee house was silent, and no one even paid attention to the man who was ranting just now. Everyone cast their sights on the red envelope in Heath's hand, as if there was a powerful magic power on it, making it impossible to look away. "Toot toot", a motorcycle just passed by at this time, and the crisp engine sound became more and more silent and empty on the scene.
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Heath in front of him looks like a 17 or 18-year-old boy. The childishness on his face is hard to conceal. The Australian accent that has not been corrected before he speaks is more like a simple boy from the country, his angry and angry words. , But it sounds unconvincing to outsiders—Heath knows Hugo? Could he know better than the young volcano, and better than Hollywood as a whole? The answer is obviously no.
"Hahahaha..." So everyone burst into laughter, and the people around the tables burst into laughter.
The man who flipped through the "Los Angeles Times" even wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and patted Heath's tender shoulder. "Boy, don't dream, this is not a fairy tale world. Besides, you didn't want to buy invitations through the black market just now. Letter? Why are you talking right now? Is it because..." The man prolonged the ending, then looked at all the "audience" around him, lifted his right hand and pinched his thumb, index finger and **** to push him out. "Lack of cash?"
The mocking tone suddenly made everyone laugh again.
Daydreaming is not uncommon in Hollywood. Almost every day, you can see hundreds of young people with dreams of illusory actors coming to Los Angeles, and then consuming their youth here bit by bit, and finally annihilated in time. Like Heath, who works as a waitress in a cafe, trying to find a chance to make a living, there are no ten thousand but eight thousand. But the real success is more than one-hundredth or one-thousandth, and often one-tenthousandth does not necessarily mean that a top superstar will appear.
From Tom Cruise to Tom Hanks to Hugo Lancaster, Hollywood witnessed the birth of a truly superstar, and it took almost half a century of energy.
Any Los Angeles resident who has a slight interest in the entertainment industry knows that this time Hugo’s private party, everyone wants to be a guest, everyone is discussing it tirelessly, and everyone dreams of being able to attend. On such occasions, there are even rumors that the governor of California hopes to get an invitation letter. Even if they know that it is impossible for them to enter the field-but at least a much greater chance than a minor from the Australian countryside.
Therefore, everyone was laughing and mocking Heath's daydreaming and self-defeating.
Heath's immature white cheeks turned red in an instant, he wanted to punch the man in front of him, he wanted to rebut and reprimand him loudly, but he couldn't say a word. This made him feel very aggrieved, the flames burning in his chest couldn't be vented, and when his anger reached its peak, he felt humiliated and made him want to run away.
When Heath turned around and wanted to run away, he found a man in front of him walking towards him and blocking his way. This made him even more embarrassed. He wanted to get out of the way and diverted, but But he found that the surrounding tables were full of people, with the back of the chair leaning against the chair, there was no room for him to move away.
Seeing Heath’s embarrassment, the people around laughed happier. The man raised his voice and mocked condescendingly, “Hugo Lancaster, that’s the top of the Hollywood pyramid at present. Harrison Ford needs his agent to go to the party if he wants to attend the party, let alone you, an unknown person, which is really ridiculous."
Heath, who is still young, only wants to punch the man in the face, but he hasn’t paid the rent for three months. If he loses his job again, he will go back to Australia-even more ridiculous. , He didn’t even have the money to buy a ticket back to Australia. In other words, he was going to sleep on the street. With the dream of an actor, he left Australia and came to Los Angeles, but was played around by this cannibal Vanity Fair. All his vigor and temper were flattened out bit by bit.
"I don't know, you actually know Harrison Ford." A voice rang, gradually calming the laughter around him. Everyone looked at it, and it was the man who had just walked towards Heath just now.
This man looks very young, almost as old as Heath, and definitely not more than twenty years old. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a tall figure with a sturdy body, and a simple smile on his face. Then he carried a plain black school bag slanting, looking like a nerd doing research at the University of California.
The man originally thought it was a big person who appeared-after all, here in Hollywood you need to be cautious all the time. Maybe it is not unusual for Hugo to sit behind them, but he was relieved to see the nerd in front of him. , Jokingly said, "I'm not sure what happened to Harrison Ford, but I can be sure that you absolutely don't know Harrison Ford." There was another laughter.
The nerd didn’t care, but shrugged with a smile, “I don’t know if Harrison is interested in Hugo’s party, but I believe that if Hugo were here, he would never like the joke you just made. Because Hugo is hosting this party, it definitely does not hope to become a topic of black market hype."
"So, you know again?" The man raised his eyebrows and mocked, then looked at the audience around him, and said in a Shakespearean stage, "Oh, God, another Nietzsche appeared!" Everyone He laughed again.
Heath looked at the nerd in front of him with a little embarrassment, and showed an apologetic smile to his peers, "Sorry, it's all my trouble, you don't need to speak for me."
The nerd laughed and waved his hand indifferently, "I just told the truth. You know, Hugo once told a story. When he participated in the interview of the crew of "Scent of a Woman", he almost I felt like a fruit, because he had just won the Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Actor, and he was still not very unsightly, so everyone on the scene was staring at him. But he still insisted. Scalp participated in the audition. At the time, he didn’t have dreams or anything. He just firmly believed that he was an actor and he should rely on himself to make a way out. So, I think you should stick to it, after all, the City of Angels was originally It’s a miraculous city, isn’t it?"
The man was stunned, then raised his hands high, "Look, it's incredible that our great Nietzsche knew Hugo!" The ironic tone made everyone laugh again.
The nerd turned his head this time and said seriously, "Whether I know Hugo or not is not an important thing, but I can be sure that you never know Hugo." This is what the man mocked the nerd just now. Now it is used again. In his own body, this made the man look embarrassed, and the audience laughed without exception.
Then, the nerd looked at Heath, who was grateful in front of him, took the "ugly" black schoolbag in front of him, and took it out of it. "That's the way it is. Actually Hugo gave me this party. A few invitations, let me distribute them, but my friends don’t have as many as I imagined, so now they are redundant. I knew that if I put it on the black market, Hugo would definitely kill me, so I thought ..." The book nerd had an extra red envelope in his hand, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, "Rather than waste it in my hand, it's better to give it to those who need it."
The nerd looked at the direction of the street and said with a smile, "I originally wanted to give a few beauties and invite her to be my date at the party that night, but now it seems...maybe you would be more suitable." Then the nerd He handed the envelope in his hand to Heath in front of him.
Heath was just stunned, looking at the book nerd, who didn't understand what was going on. The nerd raised his hand and motioned for Heath to take over. Heath then realized that he wanted to stretch out his hand, but found that he was still holding a plate in his hand with two dirty coffee cups on it. He quickly put the coffee tray on the table next to him, and whispered to the guest. A word of "sorry", and then took the red envelope from the nerd.
The envelope in his hand is that bright red, but it doesn't look gorgeous at all. Popular, the grainy touch of the hard card allows people to clearly feel the weight of the envelope. On the front is a black pen handwriting, which reads "From Hugo Lancaster" impressively. The elegant and chic font makes people can't help but look at it. In addition, there is no extra decoration, but there is a touch of elegance in the simplicity.
Everyone around couldn't help but take a breath. Now the party invitations that the entire Los Angeles is talking about, even the black market has priceless party invitations, just like this! Moreover, it appeared in the hands of a young man who seemed to be less than twenty years old, and handed it to a naive and green coffee shop waiter, which almost stopped everyone's breathing in an instant. Not only laughter, but even the sound of breathing completely disappeared.
Heath obviously didn't understand the situation. He looked at the envelope in his hand, then looked at the nerd in perplexity, looking for an answer, but before he could speak, the man next to him couldn't help but mocked, "Look. , Look, now even fake invitations have appeared. This is really a crazy world, isn't it?"
The man’s face turned very bad at this time Because the woman and young man at the same table were full of surprises, they immediately cast a gaze at him for verification, and seemed to be asking, "The invitation letter is true." Is it?" This shame almost burned him to death, so he couldn't wait to expose the true face of the nerd. He believed so firmly: This is a fake invitation.
The nerd showed a careless smile, and said to Heath in front of him, "It depends on whether you want to believe it." After that, he turned around and left.
At this time, Heath finally recovered and shouted to the nerd, "I, I believe." After a pause, he stretched out his right hand, "My name is Heath Ledger, one...er, one is always ready Actor. May I ask you who are you?"
"Samora Caswell, at this moment is still Hugo's assistant for the time being." The nerd smiled and shook Heath's right hand, and then turned and left without looking back.
The whole coffee house was silent, and no one even paid attention to the man who was ranting just now. Everyone cast their sights on the red envelope in Heath's hand, as if there was a powerful magic power on it, making it impossible to look away. "Toot toot", a motorcycle just passed by at this time, and the crisp engine sound became more and more silent and empty on the scene.
Heath in front of him looks like a 17 or 18-year-old boy. The childishness on his face is hard to conceal. The Australian accent that has not been corrected before he speaks is more like a simple boy from the country, his angry and angry words. , But it sounds unconvincing to outsidersHeath knows Hugo? Could he know better than the young volcano, and better than Hollywood as a whole? The answer is obviously no."Hahahaha..." So everyone burst into laughter, and the people around the tables burst into laughter.The man who flipped through the "Los Angeles Times" even wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and patted Heath's tender shoulder. "Boy, don't dream, this is not a fairy tale world. Besides, you didn't want to buy invitations through the black market just now. Letter? Why are you talking right now? Is it because..." The man prolonged the ending, then looked at all the "audience" around him, lifted his right hand and pinched his thumb, index finger and **** to push him out. "Lack of cash?"The mocking tone suddenly made everyone laugh again.Daydreaming is not uncommon in Hollywood. Almost every day, you can see hundreds of young people with dreams of illusory actors coming to Los Angeles, and then consuming their youth here bit by bit, and finally annihilated in time. Like Heath, who works as a waitress in a cafe, trying to find a chance to make a living, there are no ten thousand but eight thousand. But the real success is more than one-hundredth or one-thousandth, and often one-tenthousandth does not necessarily mean that a top superstar will appear.From Tom Cruise to Tom Hanks to Hugo Lancaster, Hollywood witnessed the birth of a truly superstar, and it took almost half a century of energy.Any Los Angeles resident who has a slight interest in the entertainment industry knows that this time Hugo's private party, everyone wants to be a guest, everyone is discussing it tirelessly, and everyone dreams of being able to attend. On such occasions, there are even rumors that the governor of California hopes to get an invitation letter. Even if they know that it is impossible for them to enter the field-but at least a much greater chance than a minor from the Australian countryside.Therefore, everyone was laughing and mocking Heath's daydreaming and self-defeating.Heath's immature white cheeks turned red in an instant, he wanted to punch the man in front of him, he wanted to rebut and reprimand him loudly, but he couldn't say a word. This made him feel very aggrieved, the flames burning in his chest couldn't be vented, and when his anger reached its peak, he felt humiliated and made him want to run away.When Heath turned around and wanted to run away, he found a man in front of him walking towards him and blocking his way. This made him even more embarrassed. He wanted to get out of the way and diverted, but But he found that the surrounding tables were full of people, with the back of the chair leaning against the chair, there was no room for him to move away.Seeing Heath's embarrassment, the people around laughed happier. The man raised his voice and mocked condescendingly, Hugo Lancaster, that's the top of the Hollywood pyramid at present. Harrison Ford needs his agent to go to the party if he wants to attend the party, let alone you, an unknown person, which is really ridiculous."Heath, who is still young, only wants to punch the man in the face, but he hasn't paid the rent for three months. If he loses his job again, he will go back to Australia-even more ridiculous. , He didn't even have the money to buy a ticket back to Australia. In other words, he was going to sleep on the street. With the dream of an actor, he left Australia and came to Los Angeles, but was played around by this cannibal Vanity Fair. All his vigor and temper were flattened out bit by bit."I don't know, you actually know Harrison Ford." A voice rang, gradually calming the laughter around him. Everyone looked at it, and it was the man who had just walked towards Heath just now.This man looks very young, almost as old as Heath, and definitely not more than twenty years old. He wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a tall figure with a sturdy body, and a simple smile on his face. Then he carried a plain black school bag slanting, looking like a nerd doing research at the University of California.The man originally thought it was a big person who appeared-after all, here in Hollywood you need to be cautious all the time. Maybe it is not unusual for Hugo to sit behind them, but he was relieved to see the nerd in front of him. , Jokingly said, "I'm not sure what happened to Harrison Ford, but I can be sure that you absolutely don't know Harrison Ford." There was another laughter.The nerd didn't care, but shrugged with a smile, I don't know if Harrison is interested in Hugo's party, but I believe that if Hugo were here, he would never like the joke you just made. Because Hugo is hosting this party, it definitely does not hope to become a topic of black market hype.""So, you know again?" The man raised his eyebrows and mocked, then looked at the audience around him, and said in a Shakespearean stage, "Oh, God, another Nietzsche appeared!" Everyone He laughed again.Heath looked at the nerd in front of him with a little embarrassment, and showed an apologetic smile to his peers, "Sorry, it's all my trouble, you don't need to speak for me."The nerd laughed and waved his hand indifferently, "I just told the truth. You know, Hugo once told a story. When he participated in the interview of the crew of "Scent of a Woman", he almost I felt like a fruit, because he had just won the Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Actor, and he was still not very unsightly, so everyone on the scene was staring at him. But he still insisted. Scalp participated in the audition. At the time, he didn't have dreams or anything. He just firmly believed that he was an actor and he should rely on himself to make a way out. So, I think you should stick to it, after all, the City of Angels was originally It's a miraculous city, isn't it?"The man was stunned, then raised his hands high, "Look, it's incredible that our great Nietzsche knew Hugo!" The ironic tone made everyone laugh again.The nerd turned his head this time and said seriously, "Whether I know Hugo or not is not an important thing, but I can be sure that you never know Hugo." This is what the man mocked the nerd just now. Now it is used again. In his own body, this made the man look embarrassed, and the audience laughed without exception.Then, the nerd looked at Heath, who was grateful in front of him, took the "ugly" black schoolbag in front of him, and took it out of it. "That's the way it is. Actually Hugo gave me this party. A few invitations, let me distribute them, but my friends don't have as many as I imagined, so now they are redundant. I knew that if I put it on the black market, Hugo would definitely kill me, so I thought ..." The book nerd had an extra red envelope in his hand, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, "Rather than waste it in my hand, it's better to give it to those who need it."The nerd looked at the direction of the street and said with a smile, "I originally wanted to give a few beauties and invite her to be my date at the party that night, but now it seems...maybe you would be more suitable." Then the nerd He handed the envelope in his hand to Heath in front of him.Heath was just stunned, looking at the book nerd, who didn't understand what was going on. The nerd raised his hand and motioned for Heath to take over. Heath then realized that he wanted to stretch out his hand, but found that he was still holding a plate in his hand with two dirty coffee cups on it. He quickly put the coffee tray on the table next to him, and whispered to the guest. A word of "sorry", and then took the red envelope from the nerd.The envelope in his hand is that bright red, but it doesn't look gorgeous at all. Popular, the grainy touch of the hard card allows people to clearly feel the weight of the envelope. On the front is a black pen handwriting, which reads "From Hugo Lancaster" impressively. The elegant and chic font makes people can't help but look at it. In addition, there is no extra decoration, but there is a touch of elegance in the simplicity.Everyone around couldn't help but take a breath. Now the party invitations that the entire Los Angeles is talking about, even the black market has priceless party invitations, just like this! Moreover, it appeared in the hands of a young man who seemed to be less than twenty years old, and handed it to a naive and green coffee shop waiter, which almost stopped everyone's breathing in an instant. Not only laughter, but even the sound of breathing completely disappeared.Heath obviously didn't understand the situation. He looked at the envelope in his hand, then looked at the nerd in perplexity, looking for an answer, but before he could speak, the man next to him couldn't help but mocked, "Look. , Look, now even fake invitations have appeared. This is really a crazy world, isn't it?"The man's face turned very bad at this time Because the woman and young man at the same table were full of surprises, they immediately cast a gaze at him for verification, and seemed to be asking, "The invitation letter is true." Is it?" This shame almost burned him to death, so he couldn't wait to expose the true face of the nerd. He believed so firmly: This is a fake invitation.The nerd showed a careless smile, and said to Heath in front of him, "It depends on whether you want to believe it." After that, he turned around and left.At this time, Heath finally recovered and shouted to the nerd, "I, I believe." After a pause, he stretched out his right hand, "My name is Heath Ledger, one...er, one is always ready Actor. May I ask you who are you?""Samora Caswell, at this moment is still Hugo's assistant for the time being." The nerd smiled and shook Heath's right hand, and then turned and left without looking back.The whole coffee house was silent, and no one even paid attention to the man who was ranting just now. Everyone cast their sights on the red envelope in Heath's hand, as if there was a powerful magic power on it, making it impossible to look away. "Toot toot", a motorcycle just passed by at this time, and the crisp engine sound became more and more silent and empty on the scene.
