Chapter 1783: 1783 Invitation Letter

Heath in front of him looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, his childishness is hard to conceal, and his Australian accent, which is still uncorrected, is more like a simple boy from the countryside, and his angry words , but it sounds unconvincing to outsiders - Heath knows Hugo? Could he know better than Young Volcano, better than all of Hollywood? The answer is obviously no.

"Hahahaha..." Then, everyone burst into laughter, and the people at the surrounding tables burst into laughter.

The man reading the "Los Angeles Times" even wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and patted Heath's immature shoulder, "Young man, don't dream, this is not a fairy tale world. Besides, didn't you just want to buy invitations through the black market?" Is it a letter? Why are you starting to speak righteously again now? Could it be because..." The man dragged out the ending, then looked at all the "audiences" around, raised his right hand and pinched his thumb, index finger and middle finger, "Lack of cash?"

The mocking tone immediately made everyone laugh again.

Daydreaming is not uncommon in Hollywood. Almost every day, you can see hundreds of young people with illusory dreams of being an actor come to Los Angeles, and then consume their youth here little by little, and finally disappear in time. For someone like Heath who works as a waiter in a cafe and tries to get a chance to get ahead, there are eight thousand if not ten thousand. But the ones who can really achieve success are more than one percent, one thousandth, and often one ten thousandth, and it is not necessarily possible for a top superstar to appear.

From Tom Cruise to Tom Hanks to Hugo Lancaster, Hollywood has spent almost half a century of energy witnessing the birth of a truly superstar.

Any Los Angeles resident who is slightly interested in the entertainment industry knows that this time Hugo’s private party, everyone wants to be a guest, everyone is discussing endlessly, and everyone fantasizes that they can attend On such an occasion, there are even rumors that the governor of California hopes to get an invitation. Even if they know that it is impossible for them to enter the field-at least they have a much better chance than a minor from the Australian countryside.

So, everyone was laughing, mocking Heath's daydreaming and overthinking.

Heath's immature fair cheeks turned red in an instant, he wanted to punch the man in front of him, he wanted to refute and reprimand him loudly, but he couldn't say a word. This made him feel very aggrieved, the flames burning in his chest could not be vented, and after the anger reached its peak, he felt humiliated, which made him wish he could run away.

When Heath turned around and wanted to escape, he found a man walking towards him directly in front of him, blocking his way of leaving. This made him even more embarrassed, so he wanted to get out of the way and change his way, but But he found that the surrounding tables were full of people, and the chairs were leaning against the chairs. There was no room for him to move away, and he could only be turned around in circles, like a trapped animal.

Seeing Heath's embarrassment, the people around laughed even more happily. The man raised his voice and mocked condescendingly, "Hugo Lancaster, that's the top of the Hollywood pyramid. It's estimated that even Harrison Ford needs his agent to show up at the party, and it's ridiculous that you're nobody."

The inexperienced Heath just wanted to punch the man in the face, but he hasn't paid the rent for three months, and if he loses the job again, he will go back to Australia - what's even more ridiculous is He didn't even have the money to buy a plane ticket back to Australia. In other words, he was going to sleep on the street. Holding the dream of being an actor, he left Australia and came to Los Angeles, but was played around by this man-eating Vanity Fair, and all of Heath's vigor and temper were smoothed away bit by bit.

"I didn't know, but you also know Harrison Ford." A voice rang out, gradually calming down the laughter around. Everyone looked over, and it turned out to be the man who was walking towards Heath just now.

This man looks very young, almost the same age as Heath, definitely not more than twenty years old, he wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, tall and strong, with a simple and honest smile on his face, And with a plain black satchel slung across his back, he looks like a nerd doing research at the University of California.

The man originally thought that some important person had appeared - after all, Hollywood needs to be cautious all the time, maybe it is not uncommon for Hugo to be sitting behind them, but seeing the nerd in front of him, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief , jokingly said, "I'm not sure what happened to Harrison Ford, but I can be sure that you definitely don't know Harrison Ford." There was another burst of laughter around.

The nerd didn't care, he just shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "I don't know if Harrison is interested in Hugo's party, but I believe that if Hugo was here, he would definitely not like your banter just now .Because Hugo held this party, definitely not hoping to be the subject of black market hype."

"So, you know again?" The man raised his eyebrows mockingly, then looked at the audience around him, and said in a Shakespearean tone, "Oh, God, another Nietzsche appeared!" They laughed again.

Heath looked at the nerd in front of him with some embarrassment, and showed an apologetic smile to his peers, "Sorry, I caused all the trouble, you don't need to speak for me."

The nerd laughed, and waved his hands indifferently, "I'm just telling the truth. You know, Hugo once told a story that when he was interviewing for the crew of 'Scent of a Woman', he almost I felt like a naked body, because he had just won the Golden Raspberry Award for Worst Actor at that time, and he still had a not very indecent posture, so everyone on the scene stared at him. But he still insisted Scalp participated in the audition. At that time, he didn't hold any dreams or anything like that. He just firmly believed that he was an actor, and he should rely on himself to find a way. So, I think you should also persevere, after all, the city of angels was originally It's a city of wonders, isn't it?"

The man froze for a moment, 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 important, but I can be sure that you definitely don't know Hugo." This is what the man mocked the nerd just now, and it is now used again On himself, this made the man look embarrassed, and the audience laughed without exception.

Then, the nerd looked at Heath with a grateful expression in front of him, took the "ugly" black schoolbag in front of him, and took it out, "The thing is like this, in fact, Hugo also gave me this time at the party. A few invitations, let me give them out, but my friends don't have as many as I thought, so, I still have more. I know if I put it on the black market, Hugo will definitely kill me, so I think ..." There was a red envelope in the nerd's hand, which immediately attracted everyone's attention, "It's better to give it to those who need it than to waste it in my hands."

The nerd looked at the direction of the street, and said with a smile, "I originally wanted to give some beauties 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 froze in place, looking at the nerd who didn't understand what was going on. The nerd raised his hand, motioning for Heath to take over. Only then did Heath realize that he wanted to reach out, but found that he was still holding a plate with two dirty coffee cups on it. He quickly put the coffee plate on the table next to him, and whispered to the guests After saying "Sorry", he took the red envelope from the nerd.

The envelope in his hand was that kind of bright red, but it didn't look bright at all. The grainy touch of the hard card allows people to clearly feel the weight of the envelope. The front is handwritten in black pen, and "From Hugo-Lancaster" is impressively written. The elegant and unrestrained font makes people can't help but take a few more glances. Other than that, there is no extra decoration, but there is a touch of elegance in the simplicity.

Everyone around couldn't help but gasp, the party invitations that the whole of Los Angeles is talking about now, even the black market has priceless party invitations, just appeared! And it still appeared in the hands of a young man who looked less than twenty years old, and was handed over to an immature coffee shop waiter, which almost made everyone stop breathing for an instant. Not only the laughter, but even the sound of breathing completely disappeared.

Heath obviously couldn't understand the situation. He looked at the envelope in his hand, and then looked at the nerd puzzledly, wanting to find an answer, but before he could speak, the man next to him couldn't help but mocked, "Look , look, it's a crazy world now that there are even counterfeit fake invitations, isn't it?"

The man's complexion became very bad at this time, because the woman and the young man at the same table were full of surprise, and immediately cast a proving look at him, as if asking "Is that invitation letter real?" The shame nearly burned him, so he couldn't wait to expose the nerd for what he believed so firmly: it was a fake invitation.

The nerd showed a nonchalant smile, and said to Heath in front of him, "It depends on whether you want to believe it." After speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

At this time Heath finally came back to his senses, and stopped the nerd, "I, I believe." After a pause, he stretched out his right hand, "My name is Heath Ledger, a... er, a person who is always ready actor. May I ask who you are?"

"Samora Caswell, at this moment is still Hugo's assistant." The nerd shook Heath's right hand with a smile, then turned and left without looking back.

The entire coffee shop was silent, and no one even paid attention to the man who spoke out just now. Everyone cast their eyes on the red envelope in Heath's hand, as if there was a powerful magic power on it, making people unable to look away. "Beep beep", a motorcycle just passed by at this time, and the crisp sound of the engine made the sound of the scene more and more quiet and empty.