681 The Sad Monroe (1/3)

Chapter 681 Sad Monroe (13)

Morning,

Waking up from sleep, last night's dream was still vaguely in her mind, Monroe smiled and stretched.

Washing and dressing, Monroe was about to go to work at the TV station, and stepped on her high-heeled shoes downstairs. When she reached the door of Jiang Hao's house, Monroe saw the wooden door stop, walked over quietly, and listened at the door.

Nothing happened.

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 glanced towards the balcony intentionally or unintentionally, but this glance made her see the figure in her dream, the man was standing on the balcony smiling at him.

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

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

"Going to work?"

"Yes, the TV station still has advertisements today." Monroe said.

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

Monroe showed a sweet smile, "Okay, goodbye Jon, I'm going to work." After speaking, she hastened to run away, but she remembered the kiss last night in her mind, and unconsciously licked her lips.

Today should be a good day, Monroe thought happily.

Came to the TV station by car, Monroe started to work, today there was a biscuit ad that needed to be filmed, nervously put on makeup, the staff talked about the scene, sat in front of the camera, posed for the video and started recording.

But after shooting a few shots, the director was a little dissatisfied, and said: "Monroe, you need to show your thighs, show more breasts, stand up, and, coquettish, you need to show more coquettish on your face, you need to It will make all the men bloody when they see it, and want to devour you, tear you apart, and ravage you, understand!"

Monroe froze for a moment, "But the director, that's not a real performance, it's just flirting."

After Monroe said this, the director smiled, "Monroe, I just want you to be coquettish, because men need you to be like that. This is not Broadway, and no one will care about your acting skills."

Monroe's eyes lowered, he thought of Jiang Hao's words last night, she wants to be a good actress, but people only want her to be a coquettish woman, and only want her to be a hormone maker.

The director kept directing her to pose various actions, and Monroe squeezed out a smiling face and made various gestures the director wanted.

No one cares about her heart, let alone acting, people just want to see her body.

After 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, put his hand on Monroe's shoulder, and smiled at Monroe.

Monroe looked at the man from the mirror, "Branks, what's the matter?"

This man is her agent, Blanks, who is 40 years old this year. He and his friends have opened a small agency with more than a dozen models. There are many such agencies in New York and Hollywood, because there are countless ideas every year There is an influx of men and women who want to be famous, and 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 want to tell you one thing. Does director Woodman know? He has a new play recently and is recruiting supporting roles. I won a spot. This is a real chance to be on the big screen, and I still have a few lines." said the agent.

Monroe had a surprised 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 whispered in Monroe's ear: "Baby Marilyn, Director Woodman has seen your commercial and is very interested in you. The day after tomorrow is the weekend, and Director Woodman is going to the farm Take a two-day vacation and you go to accompany him, in this way, you can get a tip of 200 US dollars and a chance to go abroad, which is not a low price."

In fact, Monroe didn't know that the $200 was only what Monroe could get, and the other party gave more, which was directly withheld by the brokerage company. Even if they knew, so what, the brokerage company was originally sucking their blood to survive.

Monroe stared blankly at the man's smiling face in the mirror, "Branks, do you want me to sleep with him?"

"Of course, you have such a perfect body that men like it, otherwise Director Woodman would not have given you this opportunity, right." The agent said bluntly.

Monroe's eyes were in a trance,

Making movies, tipping, sleeping with young models, becoming famous.

But at this moment, the figure of Jon Hall suddenly appeared in her mind, as well as the words of encouragement, "To become a good actor, you don't have to be coquettish, you don't show your breasts and legs, you have to constantly Perfect yourself, there is no shortcut."

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

Blanks's smile froze, he glanced at Monroe with a slight frown, slowly straightened his waist, and said, "Monroe, success is all earned by myself. Countless girls want to get this opportunity, and now you are favored, you Back off."

"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 essential step."

"Sleep with those men, you have nothing to lose, and who is not sleeping with, you have had a boyfriend before, when they slept with you, did they give you anything? No, but the producer and director can make you famous opportunity, you can get money."

"Marilyn, your body is your greatest advantage, perhaps, your only advantage. Think about it for yourself, and give me an answer tomorrow at the latest."

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

"Could it be that I really only have a 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, Jiang Hao tried to restore them to their original state according to his memory.

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

In the house rental company, the staff introduced to Jiang Hao, Jiang Hao finally chose a satisfactory apartment, everything in the apartment is complete, the most important thing is that it is only a ten-minute walk from Broadway, Jiang Hao rented it for three months , spent more than three hundred dollars.

Take the key to open the new home, the living room has brown wooden floor, white wallpaper, TV, telephone, furniture and sofa.

There are refrigerators, stoves, spatulas, and knives in the kitchen. In the bedroom, there is a big soft bed with plenty of air conditioning, which is extremely important in hot Manhattan.

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

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

"By the way, poor Mr. Sharman should be woken up now. Which hospital is he in? I need to call the publisher and ask." Jiang Hao said.

Calling the publishing house, the secretary who always likes to keep a straight face answered the phone. Jiang Hao said: "Miss Morris, I am the writer who met Mr. Sharman yesterday. Mr. Sharman passed out on my bed yesterday. In front of me, I am very concerned about his physical condition, may I ask if he is awake?"

"Not yet, poor Mr. Sharman, he was sent to the hospital yesterday, and I followed him. The doctors tried many methods, but they couldn't wake up Mr. Sharman. The doctor said that he may have other diseases, which have been announced Possibly critically ill." Miss Morris said.

Jiang Hao was taken aback for a moment, damn it, he was declared critically ill, and the current doctors are really awesome.

"Excuse me which hospital is it? I'm going to see Mr. Shaman." Jiang Hao said.

"In Kangnai Hospital, there are 32 beds on the fifth floor." The woman said.

Jiang Hao didn't hang up the phone, but asked again: "By the way, Miss Morris, I remember that Mr. Shaman told me yesterday that his wife and children went to escape the summer heat. Who is taking care of him now? He is sick. Yes, does his family know?"

Morris said: "Understood, Ms. Helen called this morning. She was very angry at first, but when she learned that Mr. Sharman had fainted, she screamed in fright. She said she would come back as soon as possible. As for now , under the care of hospital nurses."

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

Putting down the phone, Morris took out a mirror and took a picture. She was praised as a "caring and beautiful lady", and she was very happy in her heart.

She still remembered that the gentleman on the phone, Jon Hall, was a handsome man. He praised me so much, could it be that he fell in love with me?

Oh no, I have a boyfriend.

If he asks me out, should I accept it? It's really distressing.

Caring and beautiful lady caught up in 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 Sharman, he must have gone fooling around. When he left, he promised me not to smoke, drink, perm his head, or play cards, but as soon as I left, he disappeared."

"I'll look for you tomorrow, but I don't believe you don't go to work." Ms. Helen said angrily.

The next morning, Helen called Brandy Publishing Company, and Secretary Morris answered the call. At first Helen wanted to question Sharman angrily, but when she heard that Sharman fainted and was taken to the hospital, Helen panicked.

"Oh, God, I told him to pay attention to his body, but he never cared. It's too hot in Manhattan, otherwise he wouldn't pass out. I have to go back to take care of him. He has been working for a year and has never One day off, maybe he should come on vacation." Helen said sadly.