Ace Hollywood

The boy in the mirror was a bit fat, with auburn-blonde hair that was a mess, but not bad looking.

"Daniel Sandler"

The boy opened and closed his mouth, and pronounced the name a little jerky, but the tone was familiar and standard Brooklyn English.

Yes, this is New York.

The shadow cast by the abandoned mine, the high sky in Shanxi, the shaky camera, and Jia Zhangke's exclamation all became distant and fragmented under the rampage of Daniel's memory.

...

"Thanks to Giuliani, I'm back safe and sound." David came in with two big plastic bags, "The bread at Holly's house was bought up by those damn slackers, Daniel, your head is still coming Is it?"

"Yes, there is still a little aftertaste." Daniel took the bag, "but I think I should be able to go to work tomorrow, I hope my face of spring won't scare Claire."

David is his roommate, black, a takeaway worker at a hot dog shop.

A few days ago, Daniel was filled with a van full of female models, of course, it was plastic, and he had an intimate contact with him, which made him climax so far, all thanks to David's care, but the poor savings and low income of the two obviously did not allow him Continue to recuperate.

"I really hope to become a millionaire before the new millennium." David handed over a bagel, and Daniel frowned. The sweetness of the rich corn syrup stimulated his sense of smell, which made him hesitate before taking a bite. .

"It's a big challenge."

It's December 1998, just one year into the new century.

"Oh, it's too sweet."

David glanced at him suspiciously, "The bread at Hu Lai's is sweeter than this."

"Just treat me as if I have a sweet taste intolerance, please buy the tasteless ones next time, those corn growers are really high-yield." Daniel put down the bagels, "What happened to the hot dog shop today, you came back earlier than usual few."

"Oh, Claire was so excited today that he was on drugs. Tomorrow "New York Street Food" will visit his hot dog restaurant. Gotta go to work. You're the best thing about his hot dog shop, you're more popular with women than his hot dogs."

David uses the accent on "his hot dog," with a knowing smile on his face.

Even though Daniel is a bit fat, the mixed blood of the three countries still gave him a coveted handsome face. The 19-year-old boy is full of youth. Claire's hot dog shop has become the favorite hot dog shop of the housewives in East Flatbash.

And not just because of his ancestral recipe for chili con carne.

It is worth mentioning that Daniel's maternal grandmother is a Chinese who came to the United States during the war years and spent her whole life with an American-Portuguese bank clerk. They are a model couple, but it is a pity that their only daughter became an unwed mother, and Dearly in love with ** and **, died when Daniel was in middle school.

Such a life experience is not bleak in New York, at least Daniel can still know from his mother that he is of mixed blood from the Three Kingdoms, much luckier than those poor people who don't even know their birthdays.

On a clear morning in New York, Daniel and David drove a crumbling Ford left to him by David's mother to work at Clare's Hot Dog Shop fifteen minutes away.

"Hey, Daniel, laziness is the root of all evil, you should have come to work long ago." Claire is a bald old man,

Running the thirty-plus-year-old hot dog shop has given him an apartment of his own in an upscale Jewish neighborhood.

Daniel puts on his stupid chef's hat. "The truck is the root of all evil. If he didn't hit me, I wouldn't have to ask for leave."

"I think David told you that Street Food NYC is coming to interview us today and that Clare's is going to be known all over New York State and our chili bolognese is going to be famous in New York soon. Hey, Get excited, man."

"I'd be thrilled if I could get ten dollars more a day, Claire."

"Uh, oh, let's talk about Street Food in New York."

Daniel rolled his eyes.

The work at the hot dog shop is so boring, and Daniel has to deal with the surprised housewives.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Pete, my head doesn't hurt anymore."

"Oh, thank you so much for your concern, Mrs. Dawson"

and so on.

At 2:10 in the afternoon, the host and cameraman of "New York Street Food" arrived late. Under Claire's "enthusiastic" eyes, Daniel had to cooperate with the obese host's dirty jokes.

"The red sausage with spicy bolognese at Clare's Hot Dog Shop is really delicious, especially the red sausage from this handsome guy."

Daniel blushed a little, and everyone laughed.

The program will be aired at ten o'clock tomorrow night, and Claire requires all employees to watch it.

After finishing his day's work, Daniel sat in David's co-pilot and looked at the street lights on both sides of Frybash Avenue, slightly absent-minded. Although everything is normal, from an independent film actor who is not popular with the authorities to a hot dog shop chef in New York, from a pure Chinese with eighteen generations of ancestors to a person with only a quarter of Chinese blood, who seems to have nothing to do with China Americans, everything will take time to smooth out.

"At least on Earth."

"What are you muttering about?" David was an enthusiastic black guy, even if the Ford car clanged, it couldn't stop his courage to find a girl.

"David, I want to go to California, uh, I mean...Hollywood."

The sharp brake sound startled Daniel.

"Oh, Danny, you've finally come to your senses." David looked more excited than himself, "You know, Jason's girlfriend's sister's classmate, a malnourished girl, is said to be just a little girl in Hollywood. role, but can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, look at you, with a natural star face, but wasting years in a hot dog shop, it's a waste."

Jason, is a friend of David's elementary school classmate's brother's brother.

"My God, am I going to be friends with a big star soon?"

In his previous life, Daniel had a good reputation in the Chinese independent film industry, and even won several international best actor titles, but people who hang out in underground movies all day long are far from big stars.

Coming to the United States, the only consolation is probably the unparalleled freedom in the film industry. Therefore, Daniel hardly needs to think much to know where his goal is.

Hollywood!

But David’s attitude made him happy physically and mentally. In his last life, when he graduated from the Fine Arts Department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts and decided to star in an independent film about same-sex love, everyone around him tried to be his resistance .

This is the difference. Some people are comfortable in the tangled network of relationships, while others yearn for freedom and wantonness. Life is not so serious, and there is no need to treat every choice as the end of the world.

David's excitement lasted until the two of them lay down in the only room they had.

"Danny, when are you going to California?"

"After Christmas, earn some travel money from Claire, and find a new hot dog shop job in Los Angeles. I can't starve to death."

"Yes, Danny. Well... did I tell you, my mother used to be a small actress, of course, with little fame."

"No, I haven't heard of it."

"let me tell you……"