Please give me a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket!

Under the command of security personnel, the black Cadillac slowly stopped in the parking lot outside a club in Malibu. Murphy and Paul Wilson, carrying a large briefcase, got out of the car and showed the security personnel invitation letter. Under the guidance of each other, they slowly walked into the gate of the club.

This is a typical private club with a large area and many buildings are distributed in a scattered manner.

Following a long red carpet passage, Murphy and Paul Wilson soon arrived at the party.

Although night has fallen, Murphy is as if he has entered the world of day. British-style fountains emit dazzling light under the golden lights. Large areas of grass are dotted with white star lamps. Every building and every embellishment exudes a unique light, mixed together, but it is so harmonious and comfortable.

There were also those guests coming and going all wearing formal evening outfits.

After walking around the party, he could hardly see familiar faces. Paul Wilson was a little surprised, "It seems that this is not a party in the circle, right?"

The two found a rest table to sit down. Murphy looked around and said, "Didn't you hear about it? Miss Universe's final will be held in Malibu next year, which is a preparatory party organized by Miss Universe."

He just saw Donald Trump. If the information he had seen on the Internet was correct, he was one of the owners of the Miss Universe event, and the other side seemed to be NBC.

Murphy turned his head and could vaguely see Donald Trump, a celebrity surrounded by the New York tycoon, which is one of the center points of the party.

And Murphy also saw William Morris's agent Martin Miller around him. He heard Bill Rossis mention yesterday that William Morris is one of the service companies for next year's Miss Universe event.

Not far from Martin Miller, Murphy also saw his goal tonight. Frank Miller stood in the crowd wearing his iconic cowboy hat, as if listening to what Donald Trump said.

"When will the finals be held next year?" Paul Wilson seemed very interested in such beauty pageants. "Are you beautiful women gathering?"

"I don't know." Murphy shook his head and replied casually, "You go check the time. If you have time next year, we can come and have a look."

If you encounter a vacation, it’s good to come and have a look. Malibu is not far away, and this kind of competition is really pleasing to the eye.

Murphy asked for two glasses of water from the waiter who had walked by, sat here with Paul Anderson, chatting and looking at Frank Miller, waiting for the right opportunity.

"Hey, you're not..."

A voice of greeting suddenly sounded from the side, and Murphy quickly turned around. He and Paul Wilson were too concerned about Frank Miller's side, and they didn't notice a beautiful woman coming over. When the woman saw Murphy, she seemed to remember, "Hello, Director Stanton, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The other party has a slender figure, with dazzling light brown hair, and the chocolate-colored skin looks extremely smooth under the light.

I just saw it at the Saturn Awards ceremony not long ago. Murphy stood up politely and stretched out his right hand, "Hello, Miss Alba."

Jessica Alba gently snatched his hand, "Call me Jessie."

Murphy nodded and signaled the chair next to him, and a polite invitation, "Do you have time? Sit for a while?"

"Well..." Jessica Alba was not polite, and pulled away the chair and sat down. "I forgot to tell you congratulations last time on the stage."

"You are so polite." Murphy sat back in his seat and waved to a waiter standing not far away. "I didn't expect to meet you here either."

He was not familiar with the other party, and at best he had met on the awards stage and could not find a common topic for a while.

Jessica Alba smiled sweetly, "I am the image spokesperson for next year's Global Competition."

"So that's how it is." Murphy made a sudden realization and then made a compliment, "The event organizer is so sensible..."

Speaking of this, Murphy turned his head and looked at him. Although he had been talking to Jessica Alba, his eyes would be followed from time to time. Now Frank Miller left Donald Trump and came to the resting place, sitting down at a table not far from his left.

Hearing Murphy's compliment, Jessica Alba was still smiling sweetly, but Murphy suddenly changed his words and said, "Sorry, Jesse, I saw a friend and wanted to go over and say hello."

"Ah..." Jessica Alba was a little surprised by this impolite behavior, and she said with a smile, "You're fine."

There is no doubt about which is more important, Frank Miller or Jessica Alba. Murphy nodded to Paul Wilson and stood up and walked towards Frank Miller.

The two tables were not far apart, and Murphy could see Frank Miller asking for a glass of wine and drinking it alone.

He did not go directly, but also ordered a glass of wine from the waiter, and then walked slowly to the table.

"Disturbate, Mr. Miller." Murphy stood by the table not far away and near. Seeing Frank Miller turn his head, his tone was filled with unstoppable surprise, "It's a big surprise to meet you here. I'm a fan of the comics you created."

Hearing the following sentence, Frank Miller reached out and raised his cowboy hat, "Hello."

"I heard the rumor, and I heard you are creating a new Batman comic?" Murphy looked familiar, and saw that Frank Miller had no disgust on his face, and pointed to the chair opposite him, "Can I sit down?"

Before he could speak, Murphy pulled open the chair and sat opposite Frank Miller.

"The comics you created accompany me to grow up..." Murphy tried his best to eliminate the strangeness between each other. The best way was undoubtedly Frank Miller's most proud comic career. "I have experienced very difficult times, and it is your comics, which made me forget the pain and stand up again and again."

Even people in their fifties would not feel disgusted at least when they heard these compliments. Frank Miller smiled, "I'm glad they're useful to you."

"I don't know how to express my love for those comics..." Murphy raised his wine glass, "For your classic comics!"

He drank all the wine in the cup directly.

Frank Miller also picked up the wine glass and took a sip. It felt very good to be held by a super fan.

Unlike Jessica Alba before, Murphy investigated Frank Miller through Caa before coming. He knew that this was a very conceited person and was proud of his achievements in the comics industry. Praising his comics can make him happy than praising him.

Just like Murphy specially filmed an experimental short film, if you want to impress a person, you must conduct targeted research.

Afterwards, Murphy's words never left Frank Miller's comics, and they kept revolving around "Sin City", "Spartan Three Hundred Warriors" and "Batman: The Return of the Dark Knight", and also drank three consecutive glasses of wine with Frank Miller.

"Fran," the strangeness between the two gradually faded away, and Murphy had already shouted his nickname, "Your comics have been inspiring me since I was a child, and inspired me to work hard for it."

"Oh?" Frank Miller didn't quite understand what Murphy meant and looked at him curiously.

“In the mid-90s, I was wondering why Superman and other Batman comics could be adapted into movies,” Murphy said seriously. “Why can’t your comics?”

Frank Miller frowned slightly and looked at Murphy thoughtfully.

Murphy calmly met Frank Miller's gaze, as if what he said was indeed what he thought. "At that time, I was wondering whether Hollywood directors and film companies were blind and didn't like those comics? So, I decided to become a film director at that time and make these favorite comics into movies!"

These words are hard to tell whether they are true or false, and Frank Miller didn't say anything.

"No matter what happens, I have never given up on these ideas." Murphy looked extremely honest, like Forrest Gump. "I started to raise funds to shoot movies more than two years ago and honed my directorial skills. I was lucky and worked hard. After filming three films, I have achieved some results, especially the director's ability has been greatly improved."

He looked at Frank Miller very seriously, "I think I have the ability to adapt those favorite comics, so I decided to come and find you."

"Are you a director?" Frank Miller was very confused. The other party was only in his early twenties and didn't look like him no matter how he looked.

"Yes, I'm a director." His previous compliments made Frank Miller feel a little fluttered, and he didn't even notice that he didn't introduce himself. Murphy introduced himself formally at this time, "My name is Murphy Stanton, and he has filmed three official feature films."

Frank Miller suddenly asked, "The winner of the Saturn Award for Best Horror Movie last month?"

"Yes, Saw." That's what the award does, Murphy smiled, "This is my second work."

Perhaps it was because he left a very good impression on Frank Miller before, or maybe the title of the Saturn Award winner played a role. Frank Miller thought for a while and asked, "Which comic did you like me?"

Murphy said without going around the circle, "City of Sin!"

Hearing this name, Frank Miller shook his head without thinking, "This is impossible!"

Seeing that Murphy wanted to say something, he raised his hand and said, "You are not the first director to come to me. From the beginning, I thought it was impossible to adapt the movie "City of Sin" to "Adapted from the beginning. It's not because the film format is not suitable for expressing these stories, but because, in my understanding, the film industry will inevitably distort my work!"
Chapter completed!