Morning,

Waking up from sleep, the dream of last night was still vaguely in my mind, Monroe smiled and stretched.

After washing and dressing, Monroe was about to go to work on the TV station. She walked downstairs in her high heels. When she reached the door of Jiang Hao's house, Monroe stopped at the wooden door, walked over quietly, and listened at the door.

No movement.

She was slightly disappointed, "Maybe Jon hasn't gotten up yet."

Pushing open the door of the apartment building and coming to the street, Monroe looked at the balcony intentionally or unintentionally, but this glance made her see the figure in her dream. The man was standing on the balcony and smiling at him.

"Good morning, Marilyn." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

"Mr. Hall, oh, Jon, good morning." Monroe said with a little nervousness.

"Do you want to go to work?"

"Yes, there are still advertisements on the TV station today." Monroe said.

"Remember, the evening date." Jiang Hao said.

Monroe showed a sweet smile, "Okay, goodbye Jon, I'm going to work." After saying that, he stepped up and ran away, but he thought of the kiss last night in his mind, and licked his lips unconsciously.

Today should be a wonderful day, Monroe thought happily.

I took a bus to the TV station and Monroe started working. Today there was an advertisement for a cookie that needed to be filmed. I was nervous and put on makeup. The staff talked about the show, sat in front of the camera, posed for recording.

But after filming a few shots, the director was a little dissatisfied and said, "Monroe, you need to expose your thighs and more exposed on your chest, stand up, and beauties. You have to show more charm on your face. You must let all men see it with passion. You want to devour you, tear you apart, and ravage you. Do you understand!"

Monroe was stunned, "But the director, that's not the real performance, that's just showing off her charm."

After Monroe said this, the director laughed, "Monroe, I just want you to show off your charm, because men need you like that. This is not Broadway, and no one cares about your acting skills."

Monroe's eyes lowered. He thought of Jiang Hao's words last night. She wanted to be a good actor, but people just wanted her to be a coquettish woman, just wanted her to be a hormone-making machine.

The director kept directing her, asking her to make various moves, and Monroe squeezed out her smiling face and made various gestures the director wanted.

No one cares about her heart, and no one cares about any acting career. People just want to see her body.

The filming came to an end. Monroe returned to the dressing room. While she was taking off her makeup, a man in his forties walked in and put his hand on Monroe's shoulder, smiling at Monroe.

Monroe looked at the man from the mirror, "Blanks, is there anything?"

This man is her agent Blanks, who is forty years old and has a small economic company with friends. He has more than a dozen models under his command. There are many such economic companies in New York and Hollywood. Because every year, countless men and women who want to become famous flock to the entertainment industry, these people will become their money-making machines.

"Baby Marilyn, is your work going well today?" Blanks said with a smile.

"Yes, not bad." Monroe returned.

"I'll tell you something. Director Woodman knows that he has a new drama recently and is recruiting supporting roles. I have won a place. This time it's a real opportunity to be on the big screen, and there are a few lines." The agent said.

Monroe showed a surprise expression on her face. It has always been her dream to be able to make a movie. "Really Blanks, can I act? Thank you so much."

Blanks smiled, bent down, and leaned into Monroe's ear and whispered: "Baby Marilyn, Director Woodman has seen the advertisement you shot and is very interested in you. The day after tomorrow is the weekend. Director Woodman is going to go to the farm for two days to take a vacation, so that you can get a tip of $200 and a chance to leave the country. This price is not low."

In fact, Monroe didn't know that $200 was only what Monroe could get, and the other party gave more, and was directly deducted by the economic company. Even if she knew, the agency was originally sucking their blood and surviving.

Monroe looked at the smiling face of the man in the mirror with a dazed look, "Blanks, are you asking me to sleep with him?"

"Of course, you have such a perfect body, which is loved by men, otherwise Director Woodman would not give you this opportunity, right?" the agent said bluntly.

Monroe's eyes were in a daze,

Make movies, tip, young models sleep with them, and become famous.

But at this moment, Jon Hall suddenly appeared in her mind, and there were those words of encouragement, "If you want to be a good actor, you are not showing off your breasts and legs, you are constantly improving yourself, and there is no shortcut."

Monroe shook her head in the mirror and said, "Blanks, I'm not a prostitute."

Blanks' smile froze, he frowned slightly, looked at Monroe, slowly straightened his waist, and said, "Monroe, success is something he has won. Countless girls want to get this opportunity, but now they favor you, but you have to retreat."

"Do you want to be on the big screen? Do you want to be a big star? Do you want to be sought after by countless people? Do you want to live a luxurious life? If you want to, this is an indispensable step."

"When sleeping with those men, you won't lose anything. If you don't sleep with anyone, you have had a boyfriend before. Did they give you anything when they slept with you? No, and the producers and directors can give you the opportunity to become famous and you can get money."

"Marilyn, your body is your biggest advantage, maybe it is the only advantage. Think about it yourself and give me a reply tomorrow at the latest."

After the agent finished speaking, he turned around and left the dressing room, leaving Marilyn Monroe with a confused face. Monroe looked at herself in the mirror and murmured:

"Does I really have only my body?"

At this moment, Monroe was very sad.

......

Just after Monroe went to work, Jiang Hao watched Monroe's back disappear, returned to the room, glanced at the living room, and Jiang Hao tried his best to restore them to their original state based on his memory.

After all, this place is someone else's home, so he can't stay here for a long time. After everything is done, Jiang Hao put on his clothes and left the house and came to the street. He stopped a taxi and said to the driver: "Go to the house rental company."

At the house rental company, the staff introduced to Jiang Hao. Jiang Hao finally chose a satisfactory apartment. The apartment was complete. The most important thing is that it only takes a dozen minutes to walk from Broadway. Jiang Hao rented it for three months and spent more than 300 US dollars.

Holding the key to open the new home, there are brown wooden floors, white wallpapers, TVs, phones, and complete furniture and sofas in the living room.

The kitchen has a refrigerator, stove, spatula, knives, bedroom, soft large bed, and plenty of air conditioning, which is extremely important in hot Manhattan.

The entire apartment is more than 100 square meters, and it is enough for two people to live in.

"OK, just buy another typewriter and you can become a writer." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

"By the way, I should wake up poor Mr. Shaman now. Which hospital he is from? I need to call the publishing house to ask." Jiang Hao said.

I called the publishing house and it was the answered by the secretary who always liked to be stern. Jiang Hao said: "Miss Moris, I am the writer who met Mr. Shaman yesterday. Mr. Shaman fainted in front of me yesterday. I am very concerned about his physical condition. Do you know he woke up?"

"Not yet, poor Mr. Shaman, I was sent to the hospital yesterday, and I went with me. The doctors used many methods to make Mr. Shaman wake up. The doctor said that he might have other diseases and had declared critically ill." Miss Moris said.

Jiang Hao was stunned, Damn, I'm declared critically ill now. The doctors are so awesome now.

"Which hospital is it? I want to see Mr. Shaman," said Jiang Hao.

"In Connai Hospital, 5th floor, bed 32." said the woman.

Jiang Hao did not hang up the phone, but asked again: "By the way, Miss Moris, I remember that Mr. Shaman told me yesterday that his wife and children went to the summer vacation, who is taking care of him now? He is sick, does his family know?"

Moris said: "I know, Ms. Shanghai Lun called this morning. She was very angry at first, but when she learned that Mr. Shaman fainted, she screamed in fear. She said she would come back as soon as possible. As for now, there are nurses in the hospital for care."

Jiang Hao knew the information he wanted and said, "Thank you Miss Moris, you are a caring and beautiful lady. I hope you can drink the coffee you brewed next time you go to the publishing house. Goodbye."

After putting down the phone, Moris took out the mirror to take a look, and was praised as a "lovely and beautiful lady". Moris was very happy.

She still remembers the caller, Jon Hall, a handsome man. He praised me so much, did he fall in love with me?

Oh, no, I have a boyfriend.

If he asks me for an appointment, will I agree? It is really distressing.

A loving and beautiful lady fell into her own fantasy.

......

Last night, Jiang Hao unplugged the phone line. At 10 o'clock in the evening, Mr. Shaman's wife, Ms. Helen, called to check the post, but no one answered the phone. Ms. Helen held up the phone and scolded:

"Damn Shaman, I must have been fooling around. When I left, I promised me not to smoke, drink, perm my head, and play cards, but as soon as I left, I disappeared."

"I will look for you tomorrow, and I don't believe you won't go to work." Ms. Helen said angrily.

The next morning, Helen called Brandy Publishing Company, and the secretary Moris answered. At first, Helen wanted to question Shaman, but when she heard that Shaman fainted and was sent to the hospital, Helen was panicked.

"Oh my God, I just told him to pay attention to his health, but he didn't care. Manhattan was too hot, otherwise he wouldn't faint. I'd have to rush back to take care of him. He has worked for a year and never had a day off. Maybe he should come on vacation even more." Helen said sadly.

......
Chapter completed!