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Before going to work, Matthew would go to Liszt's office to collect car keys and work that night. Hearing the front desk staff, he was not surprised and went directly to the second floor, knocking on the door and pushing open the office door.

"Look at who is here..."

As soon as he walked into the office, the extremely 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. Just like in the past, he was too lazy to pay attention to such a person and was preparing to go to Liszt's desk to receive the work tasks tonight.

The bald black man continued, "I heard you went to the crew for an interview again? What crew? Is the crew like the last time?"

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

"Black star!" The fat man next to the bald black man laughed, "Are you stupid guy going to shoot that kind of movie again?"

"How much money can you make for filming like this?" The bald black man said again, "Hi, country bumpkin! With your conditions, as long as you take off your clothes, many rich women and GAY-loving guys will definitely give you a big price!"

Liszt didn't speak, but was still the same as before. He smiled and watched the show, and watched the annoying niggers ridiculed and joked about the poor boy. This was a very fun activity for him every day.

Matthew stopped with the newspaper and magazine he had just bought and looked at the bald black man. The bald black man widened his eyes, opened his two thick lips like sausages, and made a harsh sound, "What are you looking at? Idiot, are I wrong?"

No matter how good a person has a good temper, he cannot bear it without restrictions. Besides, Matthew is not the kind of good-looking man. After being ridiculed by the bald black man for so long, he couldn't help it. He wanted to make a swear word starting with "N". But when he saw that there were others in the office, he still endured it. Such suspected discrimination may cause considerable trouble.

"Don't think that everyone is as mean, narrow-minded and unrealistic as you." Matthew still fought back.

"What?"

Seeing that the submissive country bumpkin actually retorted, the bald black man almost jumped up from the office chair, "You Texas country bumpkin! Do you know this is Los Angeles?"

He seemed to be furious, rolled up his sleeves and seemed to want to do it. Seeing that he was half a head short and Matthew's strong figure, he held it back and picked up the water cup and took a big sip.

Liszt is still watching the show. He doesn't like that nigger or the country bumpkin. Every time the scenes these two people perform, he can watch them with relish.

The bald black man drank half a cup of water in one breath, "Homesick! Keep dreaming about you. If you stay for another fifty years, you will be a promising little driver! If you stay in Hollywood for the rest of your life, you will be a last-minute act! You..."

Before he could finish his words, a magazine he had opened was thrown on the table in front of him. The side facing upwards was a movie poster, and there was a large string of text descriptions under the poster.

Matthew threw down the "Premiere" magazine that he opened outside the Red Penguin Company. He was too lazy to say anything. If he kept entangled with the bald black man, it would only make him disgusted. What if he finally suppressed the bald black man? He was just an ignorant idiot.

The bald black man lowered his head and happened to see the poster. This seemed to be a promotional poster for a costume movie. The background was a group of ragged barbarians. The front of the barbarians seemed to be their leader. Most of the poster was placed on the head of this barbarian leader, which made him particularly tall, strong and fierce.

Why... Why does the face covered by the savage leader's beard look so familiar? The bald black man subconsciously scratched his head.

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

Matthew glanced at the documents and nodded, "Yes." He asked again, "The driver of this car..."

"Resigned!" Liszt's tone was not very good, "These guys, don't do a good job, and insist on going to stock trading! Sooner or later, go bankrupt!"

He waved his hand to Matthew, "You go out, remember to set out on time, don't be late! Also, the customer is in a bad mood recently, and you have to endure whatever you say or do."

"Okay." Matthew took the car keys and documents, and didn't even look at the bald black man who was still stunned, and walked out of the office.

When he arrived at the driver's lounge, he looked at the documents again and confirmed that he had read the name wrong before. The place he was going tonight was Johnny Lee Miller's manor in Malibu.

In Liszt's office, the bald black man was still staring at the savage leader on the poster, and his eyes gradually showed surprise and disbelief.

"What's wrong?" The fat man was stunned when he saw him and asked, "Why are you stupid if that countryman throws you a book?"

He walked to the bald black man, looked down and saw the savage leader, and then was stunned. After a few seconds, he came to his senses with a haunted expression on his face, pointing to the poster and the caption below and said, "This person... this face... isn't this Matthew Horner?"

The fat man couldn't believe it, so he turned to look at Liszt, "How is this possible!"

Liszt felt strange and asked, "What's going on?"

"Impossible, definitely not him!" The bald black man suddenly spoke, his voice was so loud that he was scary. "This is said, "Gladiator" is a super blockbuster with Universal Pictures investing $100 million. The director is Ridley Scott. Ridley Scott is not a fool. How could he use a Texas country bumpkin?"

The fat man looked at it again and muttered, "This face is exactly the same as Matthew Horner except for his beard."

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

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

Lister walked over, but did not stop the two idiots who were quarreling. Instead, he picked up the magazine and read it seriously. He dealt with Matthew Horner almost every day. He only looked at the poster and confirmed that it must be Matthew Horner's face.

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

"Isn't it really that stupid guy?" Liszt pinched his chin, "Is Matthew Horner going to make a fortune?"

"I said no, it's not!" The bald black man was still arguing with the fat man, "Didn't you hear me, you bastard?"

The fat man was scolded one after another and became even more angry, "You nigger with no eyes!"

“F@#$!”

The bald black man reached out and grabbed the fat man's clothes. The fat man pushed him away. Perhaps the force was too strong, and the bald black man fell to the ground with his butt.

"Enough!"

Although he is at the same level and has no direct relationship, Liszt has a higher status in the Red Penguin Company and can't help but shout, "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!"

When he walked towards 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 that the other party has now become the crew of the big director Ridley Scott, and is still the protagonist in the promotional poster...

"No! That's definitely not him!"

The bald black man hypnotized himself, how could the Texas country bumpkin who was ridiculed by him every day make a comeback? He would never believe it even if he was beaten to death.

In the driver's lounge, after reading the newspapers and magazines he bought, Matthew took a break for a while, and when he remembered his work tonight, he couldn't help scratching his head.

Angelina Jolie had a divorce with Johnny Lee Miller as early as last month. Matthew was not clear about the specific situation. According to the media, Johnny Lee Miller paid a heavy price for the divorce, especially in terms of property division.

Matthew guessed that the video played an important role.

However, now he can still work at the Red Penguin Company, which shows that Johnny Lee Miller has not doubted him for the time being.

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

Matthew heard another driver of the company say some time ago that Johnny Lee Miller frequently contacted Red Penguin Company during this period, and the models who had business dealing with the company almost called it.

The party that Johnny Lee Miller called tonight was bigger than the time he went there before, and Matthew was going to pull more people.

As soon as the departure time came, he drove the Ford Nanny Car to leave the Red Penguin Company, preparing to go to Westwood to pick up people first, but as soon as he drove out of Hollywood Avenue, he found a yellow Chevrolet behind him, as if he was following him.

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

"Who will follow me?" He frowned slightly, "Is it because the crew of "Tao Tarot Card" asked someone to collect debts? Or..."

After thinking about it, Matthew found that he had offended many people recently, such as Johnny Lee Miller, the stupid pig named Macon in the crew of "Gladiator", and Winona Ryder...

It shouldn't be Winona Ryder, she has a handle in his hands, and both parties have a confidentiality agreement.

Just as Matthew was thinking, Ford's nanny car gradually approached a separate house he had been here before. He honked the horn and the door of the separate house opened from the inside. The girl named Rachel came out, waved to the side as before, and shouted, "Wait for me ten minutes!"

Matthew reached out and waved it over there. Then he saw from the rearview mirror that the yellow Chevrolet followed and parked less than ten meters behind.

The taxi passenger's window lowered, revealing a black cylindrical object, first aiming at the Ford, then aiming at the side of the separate house...
Chapter completed!