Chapter 26

The man in front of him was tall and reckless, giving Matthew the feeling that he owed the other party a large sum of money.

"Hey, hillbilly!" Macon tapped Matthew's side with his chin. He had already heard about this guy from several American cast members. "Stop!"

Although he didn't know the origin of the other party, Matthew didn't want to pay attention to him. After all, this was in the crew. If the other party's mouth stinks and he couldn't help it, he might get into trouble.

He's just finished a role, and he's getting a lot of money next, so there's no need to take that risk.

The road is very wide, let alone two people, it is no problem to pass a trailer, Matthew got out of the middle of the road blocked by the other side, preparing to bypass this guy and pass by the side.

What he didn't expect was that the guy was relentless, rushed over in one step, and stopped in front of him.

"Hillbilly!" He stood a meter away, staring at Matthew, "Can't you hear me telling you to stop?"

Matthew stopped, frowned, and asked angrily, "Is something wrong?"

"You dare to take my role!" Macon almost shouted.

"Who took your role?" Matthew realized that the fool might be the actor Ridley Scott replaced, but said, "It's inexplicable."

Macon heard Matthew's bad tone and pointed a finger at him. "What did you say? Do you know who I am?"

The crew was still filming, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, but there were a few. When they saw a conflict between the two, a few staging costumes dressed as Roman soldiers stopped and stood not far away, ready to watch the excitement.

Before Matthew could speak, Macon said loudly again, "My name is Macon, and I'm from the Royal Academy of Drama! Remember, American Pig!"

His voice was so loud that not only Matthew, but also a few cast members not far away heard this American pig.

This is in the northern part of Los Angeles. All the performers are Americans. Hearing that he was scolded as an American pig, especially if the words came from a British guy, his face was a little ugly.

The muscles on Matthew's face trembled, and there was an urge to grab the finger pointing at him and break it, but thinking that conflicting with people in the crew might lead to the loss of eight thousand dollars, he suppressed it. Share impulse.

"Macon?" Matthew sneered, "You're a lunatic! Brain retarded! Intellectually retarded! Some people raise no one to teach them! There's no ** to give birth to a son! To give birth to a daughter is a bitch! This guy can only play a piece of shit, not as good as a chewing gum spilled by a dog on the roadside, and you have to go to the zoo to find a girlfriend..."

In a short moment, he spit out a long string of national swearing, without any repetition.

Macon was stunned, unable to understand what Matthew was saying.

Matthew is not a good guy, that is, he didn't get the $8,000, and he moved to a place outside the crew, which would have turned this mentally retarded named Macon into a pig's head.

Taking advantage of the person blocking the road, Matthew wanted to go around and leave.

But how could Macon let him leave so easily, he couldn't provoke Ridley Scott, and he came here just to get out the suffocation in his chest.

He is the sweet child in the ivory tower. Under the strong recommendation of the academy and tutors, although he has never acted in the lead role or the like, he has also gone smoothly. He has always been the only one who has robbed the role.

"American Pig!"

Macon roared angrily and punched Matthew in the face.

Although he didn't think of the conflict, Matthew had been on guard against Macon, and when he saw his fist fly over, he reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"You..." Macon only felt that the palm of his grasping wrist was rather rough.

Now that the other party moved his hand, Matthew didn't want to endure it any longer. His arm suddenly exerted force, and his palm tightened like an iron pincer. Due to the extreme force, the back of his hand bulged with blue veins.

"what……"

Bone pain from the wrist,

Macon let out a scream involuntarily, hurriedly waved his other arm, and punched Matthew on the shoulder.

But he was caught by one arm, and he couldn't exert any strength under the severe pain. The punch on Matthew's shoulder was no different from scratching.

Matthew is a little angry, does this British guy really regard himself as a big star? The hand grasping the opponent's wrist pushed forward with force.

Macon stepped back immediately, this force was a bit strong, and he took two or three steps in a row before stopping.

But as soon as it stopped, I saw something flying over with a whistling wind.

Then, Matthew's open right hand slapped Macon's face hard.

Snapped--

The crisp sound is unusually loud.

"Good fight!"

Seeing that arrogant Englishman being beaten, a few American performers not far away shouted excitedly, "Smack this arrogant Englishman hard!"

Macon was stunned, only the burning pain in his face reminded him of what had just happened.

But before he came back to his senses, Matthew slapped his backhand and slapped him on the other side of the face.

"You..." Macon was woken up by the slap, and touched his face, which had been in pain for a while, "You dare to hit me!"

"Ha..." Matthew retracted his hand, knowing that he was a little impulsive, and deliberately raised his voice, "I'm in self-defense!"

"You American pig!" Macon jumped up and tried to fight back, "I won't let you go!"

"Macon, stop!" A figure hurriedly ran from behind Macon, "What are you doing!"

What came over was a tall, thin man in a fitted suit. When Macon saw him, he was like a child who had lost a fight. He saw his own adults, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry at any time.

"Gore, come here!" Macon called, pointing at Matthew. "He hit me!"

The tall and thin man took a few steps over and glanced at Matthew, "It's you!"

Before Matthew could speak, he said, "Very good! You took Macon's role and violently hurt people, I..."

"I'm in self-defense." Matthew interrupted him directly, "It's not me who will do it first."

The tall, thin man named Gore turned to look at Macon, who of course wouldn't admit it, exclaiming, "I just wanted to reason with him, and he did it."

"I'm Gore, Macon's agent!" The tall and thin man introduced himself first, looking like an English gentleman, "I remember your name is Matthew Horner, right? This situation..."

"Mr. Gore!" Matthew interrupted him again simply and rudely, "My agent is here, she will negotiate with you."

Behind Macon and Gore, across from Matthew, Helen Herman and the bearded man were walking towards him, apparently seeing him.

"What's the matter?" Helen Herman asked immediately after walking over.

She had made an appointment with Matthew, but she met the bearded man on the way, chatted a few times, and delayed a little time.

"Your client..." Gore answered immediately, Helen Herman didn't even look at him, and said directly, "Sorry, this gentleman, I didn't ask you."

Matthew suddenly smiled. The female agent gave him a much better impression than that fat man Dennis Coulter.

"This gentleman stopped me." Matthew said as succinctly as possible, "Said I robbed him of his role, insulted me as an American pig, and beat people. I had no choice but to fight back."

"Because of helplessness?" Gore pointed to the two bright red palm prints on Macon's face. "Is this called helplessness?"

It happened that the bearded man was there, and Gore pinched his waist and said, "I have to explain this to me! My client was beaten in the crew! I will complain to the Screen Actors Guild!"

The bearded man looked at Matthew, who was calm and relaxed, and then at Macon, who was embarrassed, but said nothing.

Gore then said, "Macon is a client of William Morris!"

William Morris is undoubtedly a behemoth in the entertainment brokerage industry. It is the second largest company in the industry after CAA. Under normal circumstances, none of those small brokers and actors would dare to offend such a company.

Gore certainly knows some of the virtues of his customers, but this Macon has great potential and a relatively good network of contacts, and is very likely to become popular.

And in this case, as a broker, you must protect your customers, which is the most basic code and professional ethics.

Pulling out the mountain of William Morris, Gore thought he could suppress the people on the opposite side.

But after he finished speaking, his eyes swept across the faces of Beard, Helen Herman, and Matthew, and found that the faces of these three people were as usual, and there was no change at all.

Beard is Ridley Scott's long-term partner, and at this point, he doesn't care about a small agent from a big agency.

And Matthew didn't know how powerful William Morris was, and the ignorant were fearless.

As for Helen Herman, if he can start a business from CAA's mail room, he doesn't care about the threat of such a small broker.

Matthew frowned, turned his head to look, and the few onlookers had been there all the time, and simply said to Helen Herman, "This Mr. Macon insulted me as an American pig, is this discriminatory language? "

"I didn't!" Macon denied immediately.

Matthew didn't care what he said at all. He leaned in front of Helen Herman, gestured to the onlookers with his eyes, and whispered a few words. Helen Herman nodded lightly, and went to look for those people. Several American cast members happily followed her back.

Seeing those people coming, Macon's face gradually turned pale, and only two palms were flushed.

Helen-Hellman pointed to the few people and said, "They have been watching since Mr. Macon stopped Matthew and witnessed the whole process of the incident."

"Yes!" one of the cast members exclaimed, pointing at Macon. "This Englishman has a dirty mouth and keeps calling us American pigs!"

This kind of typical geographical discrimination makes them very annoyed, especially if it is said by a British guy.

"I..." Macon wanted to tell the difference.

Another performer was the first to say, "The British not only scolded American pigs, but also beat people!"

Helen Herman smiled at Gore, who looked very ugly.

"The British did it first!" said another guest performer. "We can all prove it!"

Macon was speechless at this moment, and could only stare at Matthew, who shrugged at him, then spread his hands again.

Helen Herman glanced at Matthew and said, "Mr. Gore, Mr. Macon is suspected of attacking my client with abusive and discriminatory remarks. I will file a complaint with the Screen Actors Guild and the Screen Actors Guild!"