Trump Resort and Casino, Atlantic City.
The top floor duplex of this hotel is named Rome.
The entire Rome Hall has a huge circular main venue, thirty supporting guest rooms, and a terrace with the best views in Atlantic City.
At this moment, two bands with different styles were placed on two stages facing each other like gladiators, playing as hard as fighting cocks. They were black jazz and white rock. Although the cocktail party had not officially started yet, they could no longer hold back and used their lifelong strength to try to overshadow the other.
The black jazz trumpeter puffed out his cheeks and blew a long, hesitant tune with all his might. On the opposite stage, the white guitarist tore his jacket and played glam rock at the top of his lungs.
In short, make sure your ears are filled with music no matter where you are in the rotunda.
At this time, the venue was filled with more than 30 women who had flown in from Hollywood, plus more than 40 carefully selected girls who looked like models provided by the hotel, and more than 40 men, mostly David Shaffer's high school and college friends.
It was still early and the party had not officially started yet. Men and women were still maintaining their manners, holding champagne and looking for opportunities to chat with the protagonist of the night, David Shaffer.
Because this was probably the most exaggerated bachelor party that everyone present had ever attended, many people wanted to figure out one thing, which was who this harmless-looking guy with round-frame glasses was.
In a spacious recreation room on the second floor, Tommy was holding a billiard cue and playing snooker with Dennis and Frank.
Dennis held a piece of hemp in his mouth and skillfully put a red ball into the bottom pocket. Then he stood up and said to Tommy, "It is said that there are more than 30 female stars who have acted in movies or TV shows down there. And you called a few of us to accompany you in abstinence? Tommy, your club may be broken, but ours is not."
"This is David's bachelor party. Let him take this opportunity to expand his network and increase his influence in other small groups. We can't go down and steal the show, Dennis." Tommy looked at the landing points of the balls on the snooker table and said:
"Besides, didn't Stephen help you choose a few girls to come over and spend time with you alone? He is really good at this kind of thing now. I think we should change his nickname and just call him a pimp."
Kevin and Pam were playing poker with Chris at the table next to them. Hearing Tommy's words, Kevin smiled and said:
"Can I write about tonight in a joke? It's crazy, Tommy, I don't think any of the wealthy Manhattanites who come to my comedy club to watch stand-up would be that crazy."
"If David has no objection, I have no objection." Tommy smiled at Kevin. "I'm just helping to pay the bill for tonight. I won't get involved in anything else. But I personally suggest that you better help the girls in Hollywood save some face. They still rely on their looks to make a living, unlike us. We don't need that stuff."
Kevin laughed: "Hahahaha~ You are suitable to do a talk show with me."
But soon, he was like a duck with its neck strangled, unable to laugh anymore, because Chris calmly took away the chips in front of him and Pam: "Playing poker with you is like the feeling when my father taught me the Pythagorean theorem when I was three years old. My mother said to me, "Why do I have a son like you who looks like a retard? You are already three years old, but you can't even understand this level of mathematics? I'm going to tell you this now, why do I have a son like you who looks like a retard? He is in his twenties and can't even understand Texas Hold'em?"
Tommy, Dennis, and Frank all applauded. "Well said, Chris. One hit kills."
Kevin looked at the three people who were gloating, then looked at Chris fiercely, and suddenly his facial expression relaxed: "Dad, considering that the relationship between father and son is still relatively good, can you return some chips to me? That's a full two hundred dollars."
"Of course." Chris heard this friendly address and casually returned Kevin's chips.
Pam saw Kevin's lost chips, hesitated, and said to Chris: "Dad, my chips..."
"I have to beat someone, Pam. You're a little late in changing your mind. Go and exchange some chips. Remember to learn how to answer quickly next time." Chris rejected Pam's suggestion.
Frank took the club from Tommy at this time. After Dennis missed the ball, he leaned over and hit the club, hitting the ball beautifully into the bag. Then he stood up and looked at everyone and asked, "Give me some advice, everyone."
"What advice?" Several people looked at him curiously. Dennis asked in confusion, "Isn't your mother always in good health? And her language ability is also normal. Why do you need other people to give you advice?"
"My mother wants me to go to Wall Street after graduation, but I don't want to be a broker in that damn place. I mean, from childhood to adulthood, I haven't even managed my own pocket money, how can I possibly manage my clients' money?" Frank adjusted the angle and hit the second shot.
Tommy shrugged. "This is actually very simple. Maybe the other party doesn't need you to manage their money at all. You should ask the rich man. He has the say. As far as I know, he doesn't care whether the person who manages his assets has experience or not. He only needs to meet three conditions: female, under 35 years old, and pretty enough. According to this idea, your target customers should be female, over 40 years old, widowed or divorced. As for how to increase income, you don't need to think about it at all. Just use your muscles to impress her and help her spend money."
"A wrestling agency wants to sign me to be a wrestler." Frank ignored Tommy's teasing and stood up and said, "I want to give it a try."
"Listen to your mother, Frank. You are not fit to be a wrestler. You will die miserably in the octagon." Kevin was the first to give his opinion: "Because even I, the state champion, couldn't become a wrestler, how dare you, a defeated opponent, have such an idea?"
Chris was dealing poker cards and said, "According to my experience, you must first satisfy your parents' wishes before you are qualified to make demands on them. For example, after I was admitted to the Ivy League school that my father dreamed of, I became his pride, and then he no longer objected to me using the math knowledge I learned to play poker."
"So, I will first become the president of a big investment bank on Wall Street, prove my ability to my mother, and then become a wrestler after retiring from the position of ? That's exactly like Kevin said, I will definitely die miserably in the octagon." Frank said depressedly, "Chris, your logic doesn't make sense at all."
"Make some money, buy a mansion, a luxury car, hire servants, and let your mother no longer worry about you not having enough food to eat, not having warm clothes, and not having someone to take care of you. Maybe she will agree to let you become a wrestler." Tommy gave his opinion.
Frank looked at Tommy meaningfully. "If you're planning to ask the rich guy to introduce me to some widowed old women, Tommy, I'll use this golf club to let you see the deterrent power of the commander of the St. Vincent Special Forces again."
"I was wrong, Mr. Commander. Please give me, the Prime Minister, a little face." Tommy said with a smile.
"Brothers, please allow me to bring you some recommendations based on your tastes." When several people were chatting, Stephen pushed open the door of the activity room and shouted to them excitedly: "Kevin, your female companion tonight is Lisa Burnett! She is already waiting for you in your room."
"Shit! Lisa Burnett? Denise from The Cosby Show? Are you sure... I mean this is fucking exaggerated, I've always seen her on TV, but now... I have a chance to... do something with her?" Kevin's eyes widened before Stephen introduced her, and then he said to Pam and Chris beside him in shock:
"I always thought Tommy and Stephen were just bragging and finding some unknown extras to liven up the fun."
Stephen noticed Kevin's shock, and he said proudly, "I can see that you are very surprised and satisfied. I know you are a fan of that show. I can tell you that Lisa has been in a bad mood recently. She eloped with a rock singer not long ago, but that bastard cheated her of her money and dumped her. So, you can use your sense of humor to bring her out of the haze."
"I can't wait to meet her!" Kevin threw away the poker, stood up excitedly and walked towards Stephen, reached out to take the tenant handed to him, and walked towards his room.
"Laura Dern won the Golden Globe Award at the age of fifteen. I remember that Frank liked David Lynch's "Blue Velvet" very much. You should be impressed by her. Frank, Laura has had some financial problems recently. As a future financial scum of Wall Street, you can provide her with some experience." Stephen waited for Kevin to pass by him and walk out of the room, took out the second room card, looked at Frank who was hitting the ball, and said with a smile.
Frank, who had wanted to refuse this activity on the grounds that his mother would not allow it, could no longer keep a calm expression: "Laura Dunn? Laura Dunn?"
"Yes." Stephen nodded affirmatively.
Frank threw the club at Tommy, then walked towards Stephen and snatched the room card: "If you lie, I promise that even though I'm wearing a suit instead of a wrestling suit, I can still wrestle you into a vegetable."
After Frank left, Stephen took out the third room card like a magician and looked at Dennis who was high on cannabis:
"Gillian Anderson, a complete little devil, a musical star at the Pedro Theater in Los Angeles, her representative work is Dickens's Bleak House. She is trying hard to find a place in Hollywood. This girl is a little crazy, doing marijuana, punk, arson, and illegal entry. In short, she has been a frequent visitor to the police station in her teens. Do you know how we call her? The Harley Quinn of Los Angeles. I want to introduce her to my craziest friend, so, Dennis Herbers! My brother, you can go and exchange punk art!"
"You have good taste, Stephen. Only I can conquer this hot chick." Dennis spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, walked over to take the room card, and then clapped his hands vigorously with Stephen:
"If she calls herself Harley Quinn, I am her king, Joker!"
"Ms. Crystal Chappell, her representative work is 'Somewhere Tomorrow'. Her ex-boyfriend was a naval engineer. She likes to try some excessive games, and she said she has no resistance to men who are engineers. So, Pam, do you know what to do?" Stephen looked at Pam, holding the room card between his fingers.
Pam pushed her glasses down and said dismissively, "It's hard to find a girl more extreme than Carly...but I still have to verify it myself."
Then he stood up, picked up the room card and left.
"Chris, your surprise, Melissa Brennan, representative work "Days of Our Lives", the third generation Jennifer Horton, also the most beautiful and famous Jennifer Horton, is waiting for you in your room right now, Chris, I remember you said that you like that TV series very much..." Stephen looked at the gambler Chris.
Chris picked up the cowboy hat on the table and put it on his head. He walked to Stephen, took the room card, pressed the brim of his hat with his fingers, and said to Tommy, "Thank you for your hospitality, poor guy."
"So many bastards found their favorite actresses, but only Chris expressed his gratitude to me, the one who paid the money." Tommy sat on the sofa with his feet up and said dissatisfiedly:
"Next time we hold this kind of event, we must add restrictions. Everyone must stand in the hall and thank me in public for ten minutes. If their words are not sentimental enough or the time is not long enough, let them pay for it themselves!"
Stephen came over and sat next to Tommy, leaning back with his head raised. "How's it going, Tommy? I told you, no one can refuse me. So what about Frank? He was still attracted by Laura Dunn and went back to his room obediently."
"You were born to be a pimp, Stephen," Tommy said with certainty.
"You should get rid of your wife and do this business yourself."
Stephen patted Tommy on the shoulder. "Now, there are only two of us left. This is the benefit of being the host. We can keep the best for ourselves, right? So, a pair of French twin supermodels who are new to Hollywood and want to see Hollywood, and an American beauty who meets your aesthetic standards, which one do you choose?"
"Twins..." Tommy was about to utter the word twins decisively, but Stephen leaned over and covered his mouth: "No, you don't want to! Take back this wrong choice! You, a rookie customer, can never control them!"
"Okay, okay, it's all yours, let me go, idiot, you almost strangled your adoptive father for a woman! I let you make so much fucking money, and you don't even want to let me make the right choice!" Tommy broke free from Stephen's hand and spoke.
Stephen finally let go of his hand with satisfaction, took out a room card and threw it to Tommy, lowering his voice and saying mysteriously:
"That girl is in your room. It's her first time to take this kind of business. To be honest, if she hadn't been in trouble, she wouldn't have taken this kind of business. When she was seventeen, that girl had already become a millionaire by filming."
"I'd rather hear the story of the twins than this girl." Tommy looked at Stephen dissatisfiedly. "I like the French. I have a good impression of France. I asked Ottilia to help many of France's former colonies. I should have a lot to talk about with them..."
Stephen decisively shattered Tommy's fantasy: "The twins have nothing to do with you, brother, accept the reality, you can only listen to the story of this American girl."
“Well, you said she became a millionaire at the age of seventeen, so she’d better be an adult now, or I’ll have Paige come over and kill you.” Hearing Stephen’s words, Tommy frowned and asked alertly.
Stephen introduced the experience of the actress he arranged for Tommy with some sighs: "Of course, she is 22 years old this year. No one forced her. This girl is quite miserable. I also heard the story from my wife. The girl's father was originally the artistic director of a Broadway theater. Later, he lost his job and became a taxi driver. Her mother was a nightclub dancer. Her parents divorced when she was thirteen days old. Her mother had custody but never fulfilled her obligations. This girl wandered around cheap motels in New York with her father. Her father even took her with him when he drove a taxi, but more often he left her to be taken care of by his Broadway friends. So she started playing minor roles in dramas at the age of six, and occasionally in a At the age of thirteen, she was discovered by luck and starred in a low-budget romantic comedy "Love at Sunset Bridge". She was nominated for the Best Actress at the Young Artist Award and appeared on the cover of "Time". As a result, her father was a little crazy when he saw his teenage daughter had love scenes and kissing scenes in the movie. Because his father is a Protestant, and his belief is still the rigid classical Pentecostal sect. In his words, not letting his daughter wear a Christian headscarf 24 hours a day already represents that he is open-minded enough. Then these bastards in the film industry actually defiled his holy daughter and took away his daughter's first kiss, which should have been lost after marriage. "
"But normally, when minors are filming, parents or guardians should accompany them 24 hours a day." Tommy heard the loophole in the story and said with some suspicion, "You must have been deceived. Every woman in this industry will exaggerate her life experience to be more miserable than Jean Valjean and Fantine in Les Miserables combined."
"The problem is that the custody has always been in the hands of her mother. In order to make the movie, the film company contacted the girl's mother. Her mother is a nightclub dancer who can do anything for money, so of course there is no problem. Her father was furious, but it didn't help. He could only start fighting with her mother for custody and tried to restrict his daughter from making movies. As a result, she ran away from home in a quarrel with her father and went to Hollywood with a friend. Unexpectedly, she easily got the opportunity to make a movie, and she was the leading actress. However, after the filming, she quickly returned to New York and changed from a wild girl to a good girl. That movie seems to have become a memory she doesn't want to mention." Stephen walked to the wine cabinet and picked out a bottle of whiskey, saying:
"The father also realized that his stereotype would hurt her, so the father and daughter resolved the conflict, and then the father began to supervise her filming. She also began to emerge, and one masterpiece after another was born. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Her mother was a nightclub dancer. After knowing that she was making money, her mother colluded with others and forcibly took her away while her father was not paying attention. Relying on the fact that the guardianship was not clearly defined, she successfully transferred the more than one million yuan she had worked hard to earn from the age of thirteen to seventeen to her own account. In the name of her guardian, her mother forced her to take a bunch of bad movies that were not suitable for children. If she didn't take the movies, she would have to bear a lot of liquidated damages. The famous director Coppola, who liked her acting skills very much, helped her find a film company he cooperated with. The film company agreed to pay the liquidated damages for those bad movies for her, but the premise was that she would help that company make movies for the next ten years. She was worried that her acting value would be squeezed dry, so she finally didn't agree."
"What's worse is that her vision in choosing scripts is also problematic. She previously helped Coppola shoot The Godfather and The Fighting Fish, which made her the dream lover of American teenagers. As a result, she played the leading role in two movies, but the box office and word of mouth were both low, which led to the closure of two small film companies. The two movies she turned down made a lot of money, and the substitute actresses who took over became well-known actresses. This caused her reputation in the industry to decline rapidly. After all, the film company didn't want to ask her to make a movie, but in the end it only ended up closing down."
"Moreover, in the past few years, those film producers have been filing lawsuits to recover liquidated damages. She has been overwhelmed by the lawyer fees and liquidated damages, but she can't get a high-paying performance contract. If I hadn't written a check with no upper limit this time and let her fill in the price, Madam would not have been able to convince her at all. She is not the woman I introduced to Chris and Frank who has become famous for filming a few TV series, do you understand? She is a well-known movie actress. If it weren't for a pair of French twins, she should belong to me tonight, and Michelle Pfeiffer should not be with David, but with you."
"I'm more fucking concerned about how much money you spent on me since you praised that girl so highly and made her sound so bitter and resentful." Tommy turned his head and stared into Stephen's eyes, asking suspiciously.
"It's a very reasonable price, Tommy. This girl is priced at 500,000, so including the madam's 30% commission, you only need to pay about 700,000 to spend the night with her. She will also act as a considerate female companion and stay with you throughout the party tonight."
"Seven hundred thousand? Seven hundred thousand dollars?" Tommy heard the price Stephen offered, stared, gnashed his teeth and asked:
"Stephen, seven hundred thousand, I am the miserable one! So, if I don't touch her, do I not have to pay? Let her go, I beg you, I am a poor guy, I don't have your consumption concept of spending money lavishly like a born aristocrat, seven hundred thousand, that means if she stays with me for ten nights, she can use seven million to buy a villa in Beverly Hills, it sounds so fucking miserable! How many loans do I have to make to black people to make a profit of seven hundred thousand! Fuck!"
Stephen poured himself a glass of whiskey and said casually, "You will get the bill whether you do it or not. In order to impress this future star of the big screen and continue to work with her, my wife directly paid the fee. In other words, if you let her go now and do nothing, you still have to pay my wife 700,000."
"Seven hundred thousand, just for one night's sleep... At this rate of spending, if your grandfather didn't come back from heaven to kill you, I can only say that atheism is correct. Otherwise, if he still has a spirit in heaven, he would find a way to take you, an unworthy descendant, away from this world together." Tommy grabbed his hair hard, shook off Stephen, and walked towards his room.
"So what's that chick's name?"
"Diane Lane? I told you the title, and you didn't react? She is the dream lover of all young people in the United States, and you, you are her first customer in this industry, the third man in her life, this is definitely worth the money." Stephen said while drinking behind him:
"Wipe your tears, Tommy, and make yourself look happy. You are a rich man, don't cry over this little money, okay?"
He saw Tommy raise his hand and pass it across his face, and thought that the guy was crying because the price was too high.
"Even if I'm her first man, she's not worth seven hundred thousand." Tommy walked forward depressedly: "By the way, remember to leave me the contact information of that mixed-race girl named Lisa Burnett. She's doing this kind of business, which means she's short of money. My TV station has a drama that just needs a mixed-race black girl with a little fame to star in it."
Diane Lane, of course Tommy had heard of this name. This woman was very well-known among American teenagers. She was known as one of the four dream lovers of American teenagers along with Jennifer Connelly, Brooke Shields, and Phoebe Cates. She had played many roles that left a deep impression on teenagers. At least Tommy knew very well at this moment that if Dennis and Pam saw Diane Lane, they would be so excited that they would be speechless.
These two are die-hard fans of Diane Lane, but their favorite Diane Lane masterpiece is not the same movie.
Pam's favorite movie is "The Wild West" from 1981.In that movie, 16-year-old Diane played a legendary female cowboy in American history, "Little Breeches". She and her sister "Cowboy Annie" carried shotguns to integrate a group of leaderless rabble of the Dooling Dalton Gang, and finally broke into the prison to rescue their idol and gang boss Bill Dooling.
Especially at the end of the story, after the successful prison break and watching Du Lin and his gang escape, the two little girls faced the police who surrounded them with guns, smiled at each other, dropped their guns, and told the police that they were minors and could not be sent to prison according to the law. Instead, the police needed to escort them back to their hometown in Massachusetts in the east to serve their sentences in a reformatory. Many American teenagers thought that these two sisters of the same age who could break through the prison and escape unscathed, and finally let the police escort them home, were really cool.
Pam likes Carly, probably because his girlfriend Carly has the wildness and strength of "Little Breeches".
Dennis became a die-hard fan of this girl because of a TV movie called "Punk Girl". Dennis later bought the videotape of this movie. Diane Lane was the absolute star of the movie, a 17-year-old lead singer of a female punk band. With her exaggerated and extreme punk style and songwriting of "Never Back Down, Never Die Out", she successfully conquered Dennis, a punk lover.
The bastard had masturbated to a Diane Lane poster several times in the presence of Tommy and Pam.
Thanks to Dennis and Pam, Tommy had seen both videotapes of the film. He had to admit that although Diane Lane was definitely not worth seven hundred thousand in his mind, she was indeed a beauty.
When he reached his room, Tommy first took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff to calm himself, then took out the room card and swiped open the door of the room.
In the living room, a woman was standing with her back to the door, talking on the phone in the room. When she heard the door open, she turned around abruptly, revealing a pretty face that looked a little nervous.
"Don't doubt it, I'm the rich man who paid 700,000 for a night of love." Tommy stood at the door, not in a hurry to step in, but opened his arms to the woman and said teasingly:
"Also, I will have to pay for the phone calls in this room last. You'd better call the internal line. If you call long distance, please pay for it yourself."
Twenty-two-year-old Diane Lane said to the telephone receiver: "I'll call you again."
Then he hung up the phone and looked at Tommy Hawke with suspicious eyes: "I asked my wife to arrange a mature guest for me, the kind of old man in his fifties or sixties who can be helpless with just a few flirtations. You obviously don't meet the condition of being mature. You look only a few years older than me, so you are in the name of your father..."
"My dad doesn't like this kind of thing, and the oldest person here tonight is my bodyguard Mr. Page. He just asked me to spend 700,000 to find a woman to accompany him for one night. This employee benefit is really too much for me. And I guess his physical strength should be better than most of the young people tonight. He can bench press 180 pounds, which other young people can't do." Tommy leaned against the door frame, looked at Diane, and said with some embarrassment:
"I am indeed the more mature one among this group of people. For example, I am trying to talk to you in a mature way at this moment. It may be a little embarrassing, but I still want to say that I don't have to sleep with you tonight. You just need to accompany me tonight and give those idiots some small shocks and surprises at the party. You don't need to go back to the room after the party. You can fly directly back to Hollywood. But as a condition for not touching you, can you refund me 650,000? It's just a normal social cocktail party of no more than two hours. The price of 700,000 is really too exaggerated. I heard that Hollywood actresses only charge 500 yuan for appearing as guests on TV talk shows. I will pay 50,000 yuan, which is a hundred times the appearance fee of the TV station."
After hearing that Tommy had met, Diane was ready to cancel the deal without saying anything. She couldn't help but glance at the phone, then looked at Tommy: "We have different definitions of maturity. The mature trait I hope for is generosity, and the mature trait you are showing at the moment is stinginess."
"Among Madam's clients, apart from those wealthy people in the Middle East, there is only one idiot named Stephen who possesses this trait. I don't deserve this trait because I'm a poor guy." Tommy said seriously.
"Please, you don't want to sleep with a stranger. It will make you regret it for the rest of your life. Selling your body is not a noble thing. If it is not necessary, don't let..."
Diane interrupted Tommy who was chattering and trying to deny his debt: "I betrayed him once."
"..." Tommy seemed to be strangled by the neck. He was silent for a while before he came to his senses. He pointed outside the door and said, "My friend Stephen said that I should be your third man. It sounds like his source of information is not accurate. He just mentioned this to me. He thinks it is something worth bragging about."
"He's right. You're the third one. The first one was a Hollywood director and producer. I got the leading female role in his movie. The second one was my boyfriend who lives far away in France. However, he hasn't contacted me for a while because of the penalty and lawyer fees. According to my request for my wife to arrange clients, the third man in my life should be a mature man, such as your father, uncle, etc., but not you. I hate young men."
"Honestly, my father is stronger than me. With his muscles, I think it's no problem for him to fight with you in bed all night. But I...my beautiful girlfriend drains me, maybe two or three times a night." Tommy couldn't help laughing when he heard what the woman said, and then raised his cigarette box to her:
"Would you like one? You can smoke a cigarette and think carefully about whether to choose me or my dad. If you insist, I can ask the hotel to help rent a small plane to fly to Rhode Island to pick him up. It's five o'clock in the afternoon now, and I think he should be able to arrive at nine o'clock in the evening."
Diane Lane came over depressed, took the cigarette from Tommy, and then retreated: "I declare in advance that I don't touch drugs, strong alcohol, or play tricks. I will leave at six o'clock tomorrow."
"I can't believe it. This idiot Stephen arranged for me to spend the night hugging a piece of wood, and I have to pay seven hundred thousand for this night. Can't you consider my suggestion, fifty thousand, take a walk around the lobby downstairs, and then leave?" Tommy put away the cigarette box, exhaled a puff of smoke depressedly, and asked unwillingly.
Diane lit a cigarette and said with the same irritable expression: "Seven hundred thousand, I'll let you have one now, and then I'll accompany you to the lobby downstairs, and then leave, what do you think?"
"We can't measure the world with vulgar money and flesh. I think our conversation has been off track since the beginning." Tommy sighed and looked at the blonde. "Let me change the beginning. Stephen said you're in trouble and need money urgently. How much money do you need?"
"I'm not going to be your mistress." Diane blew out a smoke ring and said to Tommy.
"Stop fantasizing, girl. Your breasts are only one size bigger than my assistant Sophia's. She doesn't stand a chance, so I don't think you have any hope either. Do you know why men must find a girlfriend who is pretty enough? Because it can improve resistance to the opposite sex. After sleeping with my girlfriend, my immunity to other opposite sex has greatly increased." Tommy said with disgust when he heard that the other party actually thought he was going to support her for a long time.
"I'm just saying, I can pay you $700,000, and I won't sleep with you. I can even help you later and solve your problems. I have a friend named Mark, who runs a small actor agency in Los Angeles. He doesn't have many well-known artists under him, but the good thing is that he will try his best to devote the resources he has to the few artists under him. Currently, the most well-known artist in his company is a black girl, former Miss America Vanessa Williams. She was banned because of the Penthouse Scandal, so she is not well-known in the film and television industry, and is equivalent to a newcomer. However, Mark just helped this newcomer get the starring role in a TV series, the second female lead, with a salary of 20,000 per episode. I mean, how about this, you sign with his company, and I will let him arrange the best lawyer to handle your lawsuit, and you don't need to pay for it. So, you don't have to accompany me, an immature man, and you don't have to worry about lawyer fees, and you get an agency that will definitely work around you."
"After I betrayed myself for the first time, I realized that there are no kind people in this world." Diane lowered her head, and her expression could not be seen clearly. After she kept her head down for dozens of seconds, she took a deep puff of the cigarette, raised her head and said to Tommy:
"Our business is only for tonight."
Tommy spit out the cigarette in his mouth depressedly, closed the door with his backhand, untied his shirt and tie, and muttered: "White people are harder to fool than black people. What's the problem?"
Seeing Diane still standing there, he frowned in dissatisfaction: "Madam, there are only twelve hours and forty-three thousand two hundred seconds until six o'clock tomorrow morning. Do you know what that means? It means that I have to pay you sixteen dollars per second. The average hourly wage in the United States is only four dollars. You earn four hours' salary of an ordinary person in one second, so hurry up!"
Diane saw Tommy's expression, put out her cigarette, and walked towards the bathroom: "I'm going to take a shower, do you want to come?"
"I wish I could spend the next twelve hours on you, don't you?" Tommy followed him to the bathroom.
"Also, do you mind if I take some drugs that can help men maintain their dignity? Otherwise, it's really only two or three times, isn't it a bit too much..."
Diane rolled her eyes at Tommy and said, "Are all rich people idiots like you?"
The doorbell rang. Tommy, who had just taken off his pants and was about to follow Diane into the bathroom, cursed "Fuck" and asked loudly, "Who the hell is outside the door!"
"Boss, it's me, Lotte." Paige's voice rang out from outside the door: "Miss Ottilia Farrell will call again in two minutes. She has something to ask you. She asked me to make sure to hand the mobile phone to you."
Tommy walked to the door and opened it. "Ask me if I'm fooling around at a bachelor party? Otilia wouldn't be that ignorant."
Paige handed Tommy the mobile phone, as if she was used to Tommy's behavior of not wearing pants. "Miss Farrell said that she and some members of the charity are being interviewed by some TV stations in Australia, and they may need to call you. It's eight o'clock in the morning there."
Tommy picked up the phone and was a little surprised when he heard what Page said: "Do you need to ask me interview questions? What are those writing assistants I hired for her doing with their salaries? Never mind. Thank you, Mr. Page."
Holding the phone, Tommy walked back to the bathroom. Diane was lying in a bathtub full of bubbles with only her hands and feet exposed. She was gently applying shower gel on her shoulders. When she saw Tommy walk in with the mobile phone, she looked curious.
"According to your way of bathing, this is almost the most expensive bath on earth. Since I am paying for it, could you provide some extra services during the bath? At least I won't feel bad when I pay the bill." Tommy walked in front of Diane, stood up straight and said, "Time is precious."
Diane hesitated, then slowly leaned toward Tommy.
Ottilia's call was punctual. Tommy was just closing his eyes to enjoy it when the phone rang. He picked up the mobile phone, made a shushing gesture to Diane, and at the same time signaled the other party not to stop, and then answered the call:
"Hey honey, what's the scenery like in Australia?"
"Tommy, what time is it in the United States now? I hope I am not disturbing you, but...but..." Otilia on the other end of the phone explained embarrassedly: "I and everyone else are currently being interviewed on a Sydney TV station. We talked about topics such as women's independence and family support. I said that it was your encouragement that gave me the courage to take the first step."
"It's mainly because of your courage and kindness that we have everything we have today, baby. My role is insignificant." Tommy said calmly, holding the phone in one hand and supporting Diane's head with the other.
"The host asked if you could say something on the phone to encourage the women in Sydney, Australia, to encourage them to bravely step out of the room and step into society. Diane just let her husband finish speaking, and now it's your turn."
"Diane?" Tommy was startled. He looked down at the woman in the bathtub and asked with a guilty conscience, "What Diane?"
"Ms. Hillary Diane Clinton, Tommy, I told you," Otilia reminded softly.
"Okay, sorry, I've been too busy lately. No problem, give me a few seconds and I'll think about what to say." Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and then realized that the Diane his girlfriend was talking about was not the same Diane in front of him.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the decorative painting on the wall of the restroom. The painting showed a woman drinking coffee while waiting for the bus at the bus stop. He tried hard to draw ideas from the painting.
Ten seconds later, he said calmly, "I just want to say that now, it's your turn. Yes, all the women listening at this moment, this sentence is for you: Now, it's your turn."
"Year after year, day after day, you stand at the window of your home, looking at the people outside the window, each of them has achieved success and fame, and has a successful career."
"And you?"
"You can only stand in front of the kitchen window, washing dishes, watching the children walk out of the house in the morning light, step on the school bus, and leave home, watching your husband finish his coffee, walk out of the house in a neat suit, and start a new day's work."
"After you cleaned up the messy breakfast table, you started to clean the room. When you straightened up and finished all this, you realized that you had no time to rest. You could only make a bowl of milk and cereal as a lunch to satisfy your stomach, and then you had to go to the campus to participate in a parent-child activity."
"Finally you finish dealing with the damn school, and you have to rush to the supermarket right away, because your beloved husband told you before he left that he got his salary today, so he wants to eat something richer. You go to the supermarket and carefully select the ingredients, then go home to prepare dinner for your family."
"While you were preparing dinner, the kids came home from school and turned into lawless little devils. They messed up the room while you were too busy to pay attention. You were very upset, but you were still comforting yourself. This is the trouble of happiness."
"Finally, your husband enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, and the children finally fell asleep. You cleaned up everything tiredly and walked into the bathroom, wanting to take a bubble bath... No, you don't know how to take a bubble bath. You just want to take a simple shower and fall asleep on the bed. When you blow-dry your hair in front of the mirror, you see yourself in the mirror and whisper to the woman with wrinkles in your eyes and a tired face: 'If I have the chance to do it again, I won't use the word happy troubles to deceive myself for the rest of my life. But, there will be no more chances, no more.'"
"I think this is the life of most housewives. Life shouldn't be just like this."
"Margaret Mitchell, writer, was 37 years old when she wrote the masterpiece "Gone with the Wind" and became a world-renowned female writer."
"Shirley Temple Black, actress and politician, was 47 when she was appointed U.S. ambassador to Ghana."
"Margaret Smith, politician, first became a U.S. Senator at age 51."
"Ruth Gordon, actress, won her first American Academy Award when she was 72 years old."
"Golda Meir, politician, was elected Prime Minister of Israel at the age of 71."
“Anna Robertson, painter, created her first work at the age of 76.”
"Of course, some of you will definitely find excuses, saying that these people are not ordinary, that each of them has a great background, that they may come from wealthy families, or for other reasons, in short, they are completely different from you who are now struggling with the daily necessities of life."
"Well, how about I tell you about an ordinary person? My girlfriend Otilia, an ordinary girl. She used to sit in an office in a remote town in the United States every day, doing all kinds of trivial, repetitive work that did not elevate her life. Every day, she looked out the window like you all, and she watched the people outside the window become successful and have a successful career."
"Until one day, she decided to break the window and walk out. I will always remember that day when she said to me: I can't waste my time any more. I have to find my own value in this world."
"So you see her value, she's trying to make this world a better place."
"I think..." Tommy didn't finish his words before he heard thunderous applause from the other end of the phone. Not only the people on the other end of the phone, but Diane in the bathtub also stopped moving, raised her face and stared at him in shock.
Tommy pushed her head back, took two deep breaths, waited for the applause to subside, and continued:
"I want to tell you that it is never too late to change. Do you remember what I said at the beginning? Now it is your turn."
“Trust your beloved family members and don’t treat them as a burden. Family members will tolerate and understand each other. You must believe that they love you as much as you love them. So, it’s your turn to sit down and have a serious talk with them. It’s your turn to tell them that you have a dream to realize your self-worth. It’s your turn to receive their encouragement and support. It’s your turn to change the world by changing yourself .”
"Thank you, everyone. It's an honor to be invited. Goodbye. Ah, ah, sorry. I got burned by the hot coffee. It's obvious that my girlfriend is not around. It's actually a bit troublesome for me. But don't worry, Otilia. I can handle this little thing. Goodbye, love you." Tommy suddenly took two breaths, and then finished speaking quickly. He didn't even wait for the applause on the other side to end, and simply hung up the phone, panting heavily, and looked down at Diane Lane:
"If you had been slower just now, I could have made my speech more sensational instead of ending it so hastily."
"If I were at the TV station, I would be moved by your words. They are really touching." Diane raised her head and looked up at Tommy Hawke with eyes that were truly observing him for the first time:
"How do you make fooling around without telling your girlfriend sound so refreshing? Encouraging your wife to leave the family to realize her self-worth and then fool around with other women?"
"Shut up, lady, this is not fooling around. You have to remember that I am just trying to recover some losses, understand? It was you who forced me to choose fooling around. I proposed a better solution, but you chose to destroy the relationship between me and my girlfriend! You are a bitch!" Tommy pushed her back:
"So hurry up, sixteen dollars a second high-paid lady, I have to try to cut my losses."