morning

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

Washing and dressing, Monroe was about to go to work at the TV station, stepping on high heels and going downstairs, when she walked to the door of Jiang Hao's house, Monroe looked at the wooden door stopped, walked over quietly, and listened at the door.

There was no movement.

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

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

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

"Do you want to go to work?"

"Yes, there are commercials on TV today." Monroe said.

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

Monroe smiled sweetly, "Okay, goodbye Jon, I'm going to work." After saying that, he hurried up and ran away, but he thought of the kiss last night in his mind, and licked his lips unconsciously.

Today should be a good day, Monroe thought happily.

Coming to the TV station by car, Monroe started to work, today there is a biscuit commercial to shoot, nervous makeup, the staff talk about the drama, sit in front of the camera, pose and start recording.

But after filming a few lines, the director was a little dissatisfied and said: "Monroe, you need to show your thighs, your breasts are more exposed, stand up, and, flattering, you have to show more flattery on your face, and you want all men to see that they are hot-blooded, want to devour you, tear you apart, and ravage you, understand!" ”

Monroe was stunned, "But director, that's not a real state of acting, that's just showing off." ”

After Monroe said this, the director smiled, "Monroe, I just want you to be amorous, because men need you like that, this is not Broadway, no one cares about your acting skills." ”

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

The director kept directing, asking her to make various movements, and Monroe squeezed out a smiling face and made various gestures that the director wanted.

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

At the end of the shooting, Monroe returned to the dressing room, and when she was removing 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 in the mirror, "Blanx, what's the matter?" ”

This man is her agent, Blanks, who is forty years old this year, and has partnered with a friend to run a small economic company with more than a dozen models, and there are many such economic companies in New York and Hollywood, because every year countless men and women who want to become famous pour into the show business, and these people will become their money-making machines.

"Marilyn baby, is the work going well today?" Blanks said with a smile.

"Yes, it's not bad." Monroe returned.

"Let me tell you one thing, does director Woodman know, he recently has a new play, is recruiting supporting roles, I won a spot, this is a real opportunity to be on the big screen, and a few lines." Said the broker.

Monroe had a surprised expression on her face, it had always been her dream to be able to make a movie, "Really, Blanks, can I act, thank you so much." ”

Blanks smiled, bent down, leaned close to Monroe's ear and whispered: "Marilyn baby, Director Woodman has seen your commercial, and he is very interested in you, the day after tomorrow is the weekend, Director Woodman is going to the farm for a two-day vacation, you go to accompany him, so that you can get a $200 tip, and a chance to leave the country, which is not a low price." ”

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

Monroe looked at the smiling face of the man in the mirror in a daze, "Blanx, are you asking me to sleep with him." ”

"Of course, you have such a perfect body, which men like, otherwise Director Woodman wouldn't have given you this opportunity, right?" The agent said bluntly.

Monroe's eyes were in a trance,

Filming movies, tipping, sleeping with young models, and becoming famous.

But at this moment, the figure of Jon Hall suddenly appeared in her mind, as well as the words of encouragement, "If you want to be a good actor, it is not to be coquettish, not to show your chest and legs, but to constantly improve yourself, there is no shortcut." ”

Monroe shook her head in the mirror and said, "Blanx, I'm not a prostitute. ”

Blanks's smile froze, he frowned slightly and glanced at Monroe, slowly straightened his waist, and said: "Monroe, success is earned by yourself, countless girls want to get this opportunity, and now they favor you, but you have to retreat." ”

"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 life of luxury? This is an essential step if you want to. ”

"Sleep with those men, you won't lose anything, who is not sleeping with, you have had boyfriends before, when they slept with you, did they give you anything? No, while producers and directors can give you the opportunity to become famous, you can get money. ”

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

After the agent finished speaking, he turned around and left the dressing room, leaving Marilyn Monroe with a blank face, Monroe looked at herself in the mirror and muttered:

"Do you 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, and Jiang Hao tried his best to restore them to their original state according to his memory.

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

In the housing rental company, the staff introduced Jiang Hao, Jiang Hao finally selected a satisfactory apartment, everything in the apartment is complete, and the most important thing is that it is only a ten-minute walk from Broadway, Jiang Hao rented it for three months and spent more than 300 US dollars.

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

The kitchen has a refrigerator, stove, spatula, knives, and in the bedroom, a large soft bed with plenty of air-conditioning, which is extremely important in hot Manhattan.

The whole apartment is more than 100 square meters, enough for two people.

"OK, just buy another typewriter and you can be a writer." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

"By the way, it's time to wake up poor Mr. Sharman, who is in the hospital where he is from, and needs to call the publisher to ask." Jiang Hao said.

When I called the publishing house, it was the secretary who always liked to keep a straight face answered, Jiang Hao said: "Miss Morris, I am the writer I met with Mr. Sharman yesterday, Mr. Sharman passed out in front of me yesterday, I am very concerned about his physical condition, is he awake?" ”

"Not yet, poor Mr. Sharman, he was sent to the hospital yesterday, and I went with him, and the doctors tried many methods to make Mr. Sharman wake up, and the doctor said that he may have other diseases, and he has been declared critically ill." Miss Morris said.

Jiang Hao was stunned for a moment, I damn it, this is declared critically ill, and the current doctor is really awesome.

"Which hospital is it, I'm going to see Mr. Shaman." Jiang Hao said.

"At Kangnai Hospital, 32 beds on the 5th floor." The woman said.

Jiang Hao didn't hang up the phone, but asked again: "By the way, Miss Morris, I remember that Mr. Sharman told me yesterday that his wife and children had gone to escape the summer, who is taking care of him now, he is sick, does his family know?" ”

Morris said: "I know, Ms. Helen called early this morning, and she was very angry at first, but when she learned that Mr. Sharman had fainted, she screamed in fright, and she said that she would rush back as soon as possible, and as for now, there are nurses in the hospital to take care of her." ”

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 the mirror and looked at it, and was praised as a "caring and beautiful lady", and Morris was very happy.

She remembered that the gentleman who called, Jon Hall, was a handsome man, and he complimented me so much, did he like herself?

Oh no, I have a boyfriend.

If he wants to ask me out, should I say yes, it's really distressing.

A caring and beautiful lady caught up in her own fantasies.

Jiang Hao unplugged the telephone line last night, and at 10 o'clock in the evening, Mr. Shaman's wife, Ms. Helen, called to check on the post, but the phone was not answered, and Ms. Helen held up the phone and scolded:

"Damn Shaman, he must have gone to fool around, and when he left, he promised me not to smoke, drink, burn my hair, or play cards, but as soon as I left, I disappeared."

"I'll look for you again tomorrow, and I won't believe you don't go to work." Lady Helen said angrily.

The next morning, Helen called Brandy's publishing company, and the secretary Morris answered, at first Helen was angry and wanted to question Shaman, but when she heard that Sharman had fainted and was taken to the hospital, Helen panicked.

"Oh my God, I said he should pay attention to his body, but he didn't care, Manhattan was too hot, or he wouldn't faint, I had to rush back to take care of him, he had worked for a year, he never had a day off, maybe he should have come on vacation." Helen said sadly.