Chapter 88: Pick Up Girls Early

"When are you going to go back to school?" Li Zitao asked.

"On the 10th, I have booked the boat ticket." Bergman said with a depressed expression.

After completing her minor supporting roles, Bergman also returned to the Royal Academy of Drama to continue her studies.

With this filming experience, she has a clearer understanding of herself and sound films. She needs to settle down in the academy and hone her acting skills solidly.

Seeing Ingrid's reluctance, Li Zitao put down everything at hand and made a special trip to stay with her in Hollywood for a whole week.

The configuration of the Ingrid has been fully upgraded, especially the spherical deck plateau that has been destroyed hundreds of times, and now it is becoming more and more unpredictable. It can be flat or pointed, full of elasticity, ahem...

It's just that this change made Bergman very distressed, because all her former upper-level armed forces were eliminated.

Li Zitao waved his hand, buy, buy, buy...

So when boarding the ship, besides the four bodyguards, Bergman also had eight more boxes with a height of half a person, which were filled with all kinds of sexy and gorgeous costumes.

"I will miss you, remember to write to me." Bergman kissed affectionately, reluctantly walked onto the cruise ship.

woo woo——

The siren was accompanied by thick smoke floating in the sky, and the cruise ship slowly sailed away from the coastline. Li Zitao didn't let go of his waving arms until he couldn't see the crowd above clearly.

"Let's go!" Taking Ava back to the car, Li Zitao planned to return to Hollywood and continue his Garbo anti-aircraft gun strategy plan.

The 1.77cm Garbo is definitely a rare high-definition gun mount nowadays. How could Li Zitao, who wants to start the era of leg play, give up just like that.

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In Hollywood, Garbo just finished his last scene, and walked out of the set under the greedy and hot eyes of the men and the jealous and resentful eyes of the women.

Regardless of the director's persuasion to celebrate, Garbo boarded her car. With the doors closed, the car with white curtains formed a secret private space.

Without Jiabao's instructions, the driver already knew what to do.

This 'screen goddess' is becoming a 'mystery goddess,' who, except during filming, keeps herself cut off from the world and society at large.

She is like a lonely observer, standing on the edge of human society, silently observing the evolution and changes of this era.

No matter how popular she is, her face will not change in the slightest, she will only reply indifferently: "Oh?"

MGM wanted her to the party and all they got was "I want to be left alone."

The reporters rushed to interview her, but they could only see a mysterious figure from behind.

She is so independent, dissociated from the world, and nothing can attract her attention except filming.

But she is still living in the entertainment industry after all, even if she maintains an indifferent situation, some things are unavoidable.

Louis has hinted at her several times since Oscar night that he wants her to sign a longer-term acting contract.

Garbo is not disgusted by this, she was made famous by MGM, although they were not optimistic about her at first, but that is the past tense.

Jiabao needs the sense of security brought by money, and she never wants to go back to the days of begging for mercy and being frightened.

Whenever he thought of the pain and despair of taking care of his seriously ill father, Garbo couldn't bear to become a pauper again.

But when she handed over the new contract to the lawyer and heard the other party yelling on the phone, "shit, garbage, they are treating you as a bitch", Garbo's heart was shaken.

No one likes being a bitch, especially Garbo, who is already famous.

She knows the rules of survival in Hollywood, but she has to say she is lucky.

When she first arrived in Hollywood, because of the care of Moritz Stiller, MGM was not optimistic, and she did not suffer any dirty unspoken rules.

When Stiller left, she also quickly grew into a "screen goddess," and fell in love, becoming a powerful umbrella during the transition from screen popularity to reality.

And after the popularity of the work shifted to the reality of Garbo, Hollywood understood for the first time what a "superstar" is.

People will rejoice in her joy and mourn in sorrow.

As long as her name appears, it can cause waves of movie watching and screams.

Whenever she appeared, hundreds of people would come to watch, she was like a child favored by God.

If Li Zitao knew this, he would definitely tell these people what idol effect is.

There is also a kind of extremely ferocious and terrifying creature in this world called 'brainless fan'. '

As the first idol-level goddess in the history of film, Garbo certainly would not accept Louis' overbearing contract terms.

But considering MGM's influence, Garbo decided to let the lawyers negotiate.

It's just that Louis' attitude was tough, beyond Garbo's expectations, and he even uttered wild words like "If she doesn't choose to sign, I will let her have nothing".

Garbo was both annoyed and worried about this, but at the same time, the flowers piled up in the room was another thing that gave her a headache.

squeak~~

The car stopped firmly at the door of the apartment. Before the door was opened, Jiabao could already smell the faint fragrance of roses in the air.

"I said, don't come again." Looking at the delivery man who was holding a large bouquet of flowers in front of the apartment, even his face was covered by the bouquet, Garbo's tone was a little annoyed.

Louis' persecution is enough to upset her, she has no time for boring love affairs, those rich people are just greedy for her beauty and body.

And with the passage of time, these will disappear one day, and she will experience the feeling of being abandoned again, just like the Stiller she once relied on.

No one can replace the man who brought her into Hollywood and never fell in love with her, and even described her as an 'ugly duckling'.

"Maybe we can discuss this issue at dinner." Li Zitao lowered the bouquet and showed a smiling face. Li Zitao pulled her wrist aggressively and walked towards another car next to him.

"Miss Jiabao." The driver hurried forward to help, but before he could get close, two bodyguards who were as strong as door panels stood in front of him.

Looking at the thick and thin arms of the two men's thighs and the dark pistols in their waists, after comparing the force values ​​of the two sides, the driver shut his mouth wisely.

"Where are you taking me?" Being pulled into the car by Li Zitao, Jia Bao didn't show any panic, and looked at him indifferently and calmly.

That's not pretending, but really not feeling afraid, commonly known as 'honey juice self-confidence. '

"It's just a dinner. America is a society ruled by law." There was sarcasm in Li Zitao's tone, but Garbo didn't hear it.

"We're here, come on!" The car stopped in front of the Roosevelt Hotel, and the arranged doorman hurriedly opened the door, and a brand new red carpet was laid on the road leading to the hotel.

Seeing that he was not taken to any strange place, but a familiar hotel, Jiabao secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Although she was sure that Li Zitao would not dare to mess around, she had to say that being forcibly taken away felt terrible.

Ignoring Li Zitao who was standing by the car door reaching out to help her, Jia Bao followed the waiter briskly into the hotel.

She wants to see what this rich Chinese man wants to do?

Seeing Jia Bao walking in front of him with a face full of indifference, Li Zitao chuckled and shrugged, and quickly chased after him.

Led by the waiter, the two of them came straight to the two red cedar doors.

Bang!

The red cedar wooden door was pushed open from the middle by the waiter, exposing the dark space to the space.

The nightclub filled with soft candlelight has been rearranged, flowers are sprinkled on the ground, and balloons of different heights hang upside down in the air.

In the middle stood a long table with three gilded candlesticks, covered with a striped tablecloth that looked stunning.

There are photos and portraits of Garbo everywhere, as well as some hazy back photos, each of which is different, and these are photos and paintings of different periods.

Above the long table, florists use ribbons and petals of various colors to form a sea of ​​flowers.

"Miss Jiabao, please." The beautiful woman in a long dress came over and took over the service job.

"Is that all?" Jia Bao didn't move, but turned his head to look at Li Zitao, as if he was very disdainful of all this.

"Isn't it perfect? ​​Maybe we should have some fireworks?" Li Zitao raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Hmm!" Her mouth was dismissive, but Jiabao was not as calm as she appeared.

Every woman longs for romantic love like poetry, even a "goddess" is not exempt, after all, she is still a woman who has become a "god".

This kind of arrangement may be very vulgar in previous lives, but in the United States that has just entered the 1930s, it is definitely the only one for scorpions.

The sea of ​​flowers above alone required the Roosevelt Hotel to put in a lot of effort. In the end, Aimo personally invited floral masters from Europe to complete the arrangement in 5 days.

"How about taking a seat first, you don't want to stand and comment on these...poor arrangements?" Li Zitao said deliberately provocatively, with a bit of teasing in his eyes.

Jia Bao stood there silently, pondered for a moment before walking towards the long table.

After sitting down, Jia Bao was very calm, but Li Zitao felt a bit pained. The three-meter-long table had two people at each end, and there were three carved gold candlesticks in between.

Squeak——

Li Zitao stood up, pulled the back of the chair, and under the surprised and puzzled eyes of everyone, he came to Jiabao's side calmly, put down the stool, and sat down firmly.

"You, what are you doing?" Jiabao was stunned by this kind of overstepping behavior.

Doesn't he know that this is very transgressive and very disrespectful?

"It's much better this way." Li Zitao touched the tablecloth with a smile, and said, "I don't like talking at such a distance, don't you think it looks stupid?"

Li Zitao frowned as if remembering something: "It feels like... like talking to the donkey through the fence, it's terrible."

"Pfft~~" A female waitress next to her couldn't help laughing, this analogy is really bad.

Is he saying that the tradition of European aristocracy and American high society are all a group of donkeys separated by a fence?

"You are so rude." Garbo was a little angry.

But Li Zitao saw novelty and excitement in her eyes, which was the spark of approval, "It seems that this woman is not as perfect as the outside world said."