Damn, is this a typical style of a rich man buying two bowls of soy milk for breakfast?

"Don't worry, I won't borrow your first photographer..."

Before I finished speaking, I was rudely interrupted by Marskolov: "You will lend me and I won't give it to you!"

I looked at Marskolov with contempt and continued to say to Dimil: "Where is the second photographer, I don't plan to move."

"You try to move it?" Marskolov simply took off his coat and moved his muscles next to him, showing a look of wanting to fight me one-on-one.

"This, the third photographer..."

"The third photographer was sent to take pictures of the outdoor scene today, and he was not here." Dimil smiled at me sinisterly.

It's a bitch! Then I'm in vain?!

For a moment, my heart was dark.

No, it’s not my style of doing things for nothing.

"The fourth photographer, I'll borrow a few suitable ones, okay?" I squeezed my eyes.

No matter what, it is better to have it than not. If MGM's fourth photographer is placed in a small film company, it will be the main owner of Niu B Boom!

"Let's do this, Andre, I can't let you come in vain. As for the photographer, you can choose from our fourth photographer, but you can only choose one, and I won't agree if there are too many." Marskolov suddenly became generous.

"Okay, keep your word!"

"When did I, Marskolov, keep my word? Dimil, give him the list of the fourth photographer!" Marskolov said to Dimilnu.

Dimil picked up a booklet from his side and threw it to me.

In the Photographer column above, I found the list of the fourth photographer.

Four people, one of them, made my heart suddenly jump.

“JAMESE”!

Why is this name so familiar? I seem to have heard it somewhere, but I can't remember it all at once.

"Dimil, can you call this man over to me?" I said to Dimil.

"You said James shouted a camera.

I saw a small man crawling out from under the camera.

He seemed to be wiping machine parts under the camera, and he was short, so when I walked over just now, I didn't see him.

"Mr. Dimil, call me?!" the little man walked over with a smile and asked respectfully to Dimil.

Looking at the person in front of me, I always feel that he is a bit strange compared to others.

His figure of less than 1.7 meters made him stand in the group of cranes like a short-legged chicken, who was already a little shriveled and thin, but he actually held a huge cigar, which looked very funny. He had dark eyes, black hair, and yellow skin.

Wait, dark eyes, yellow skin! Aren't you Chinese?

I've found my compatriots!

I said why I felt a little strange? Since I entered Hollywood, I have never seen Chinese people on the set! I looked at them all, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and I almost didn't reflect on my compatriots.

"Are you Chinese?!" I walked over and grabbed his hand.

James

The little man was startled by me and nodded blankly, "My grandfather is Chinese, so is my dad."

"Then you are!" I said happily. Good, it seems that I was scared silly by me!

James.

"What is your Chinese name?!" I shouted.

The little man was so scared that his face turned pale. He looked at Dimil innocently, thinking that Dimil had sold him.

The little man shivered and said to me in Chinese: "Sir, my Chinese name is Huang Zongzhan." Because the word "Zhan" is difficult to type, it is also a different character in Zhan, so in the future, Huang Zongzhan will be written as Huang Zongzhan.

Huang Zongzhan?! Huang Zongzhan, the top Hollywood Chinese photographer who made countless Chinese filmmakers proud of in the later generations?!

No wonder I feel so familiar when I look at this name?! But this is a coincidence!
Chapter completed!