Speaking of the Disco Lost Sports, we must not avoid "Grease" starring John Travolta in 1978. This disco-themed musical film not only won the box office championship that year, but also pioneered the release of the original soundtrack of the movie for the first time.

That record not only created a sales record that could not be surpassed for many years, but also led the disco record industry to its peak. However, this peak did not last long. A year after the release of "Grease", a year after the release of "Grease", the "Disco Get Out" campaign that boycotted disco broke out.

In Eric's view, there was a clear dispute over interests in this movement, just like the suppression that Michael Jackson encountered later. Because the record popularity of disco, which had a very low creation cost, had a huge impact on the traditional record industry, it caused the tycoons to take advantage of that accidental incident to manipulate public opinion to launch a campaign to suppress disco.

Eric was chatting with Catherine about this past event, and he saw two girls approaching from the corner of his eyes.

When the two girls walked to him, Eric confirmed that their target was himself. He looked up and saw that one of the two girls had a ponytail, with a shy expression and a slightly lowered head; the other girl had short shoulder-length hair, fair skin, and a black sequin dress, shining brightly under the light.

The short-haired girl saw Eric looking at them and plucked up the courage to ask, "May I ask, are you Eric Williams?"

Eric did not answer, but looked at the woman sitting next to him with surprise: "Look, Catherine, someone regards me as Eric Williams again, but I think I should be a little handsomer than him, right?"

Catherine gave Eric a blank look and did not answer. However, the two girls believed Eric's performance and looked at each other for a moment, wondering if they should leave.

But Eric stood up and reached out to the fair-skinned girl: "Hello, my name is Allen Alan Fisman."

The girl in a sequined dress stretched out her hand to Eric: "Hello, Allen, you can call me Charlotte, this is Alice."

Eric shook hands with the ponytail girl beside Charlotte again, and smiled and said, "Can you please have a drink?"

The two women looked at Catherine sitting next to Eric, and saw that the woman had no expression. Charlotte nodded: "Okay."

So, while Catherine Bigelow was silently gaze, Eric took the two girls to the bar, ordered a few glasses of wine, and Eric stopped at the bar and started chatting with the two girls. In less than five minutes, the two girls were coaxed by Eric and laughed. The short-haired girl named Charlotte was waving her fists and gently pounding Eric's chest, and she wanted to stick to Eric.

Then, Catherine saw Eric pulling the two girls' hands up at the same time and walking towards the dance floor. Amid the explosive music, Eric danced skillfully. The two girls also regarded Eric as the center and surrounded him like two butterflies.

Seeing Eric put his hands on the girl's exposed waist of the ponytail, Catherine, who had already felt unnatural, finally couldn't help but whisper: "Little chromogen, he actually said that it was the first time he came to such a place."

Just as Catherine was thinking about whether she was leaving early, a white man in her thirties came to her: "Miss. Can I sit here?"

Looking at the pickup suddenly appeared in front of him, Catherine's first reaction was to look at Eric. However, to her disappointment, Eric seemed to have not paid attention to this side and was still dancing with the two girls. Their erotic hands were already on the waist of the other short-haired girl. There was a slight decline.

"Sorry, sir. There are already people here," Catherine stared at Eric's hands for two seconds before she said coldly to the man in front of her.

"Are you talking about that boy?" The man pointed to Eric and smiled, "I don't think he will come back in a short time. To be honest, it's very inappropriate to throw a lady here to dance with other girls."

The man said, already sitting down beside Catherine: "I'll introduce it. My name is Bernie Wesley, and I work on Wall Street."

The other party has always been polite. Catherine is not good at speaking and introduces herself concisely: "Catherine."

"Catherine, I've actually noticed you a long time ago. You have a quiet and restrained temperament. I don't think you should have appeared here at all. Well, let me guess, you are a doctor... a lawyer... an accountant?"

Bernie Wesley guessed several times but was a little unrestrained. Seeing that the other party was going to continue guessing, Catherine had to say, "I'm a director."

Bernie Wesley didn't feel embarrassed at all. Although he didn't pay much attention to Hollywood, he also knew some of the unspoken rules of Hollywood: "It's really unbelievable that you are so beautiful. If you say you are an actor, it's easier for people to accept. Directors are not something that women can do."

Although there was no discriminatory meaning in the other party's tone, Katherine was still a little disgusted and her brows frowned slightly after hearing these words. Bernie Wesley was obviously a good guy who reads words and said immediately: "Of course, there are still many outstanding female directors in Hollywood. By the way, you have made those works, maybe I should go and check them out?"

"You won't be interested," said Catherine.

But Bernie Wesley thought that Catherine had no outstanding works. Looking at the age of the woman in front of him, he felt that women were only thirty years old at most. Male directors of this age could not necessarily shoot any works, let alone women. Bernie Wesley changed his mind and quickly said, "Then do you have any projects that you are interested in? You know, our company actually has investments in Hollywood. If you have a good script, maybe I can help you with the help?"

To Bernie Wesley's expectation, the woman showed no intention at all and said lightly: "Sorry, I don't think so."

"Don't say it so absolutely. Why not leave a contact information? You will find that you may be able to help you a lot at any time."

Although Catherine was a very patient person, she was also disgusted with the entanglement of the man in front of her and said bluntly: "Mr. Wesley, if you can, I want to be quiet for a while."

"Oh, don't do this, Catherine, this is a dance hall," Bernie Wesley didn't seem to feel the woman's disgust and said with a smile: "How about going to dance together, if you don't know, I can..."

Before he could finish this sentence, Bernie Wesley felt a hand patting his shoulder. When he looked up, two tall men in suits had appeared behind him at some point.

"Sir, please don't bother this lady, okay?"

Bernie Wesley thought that these two tall men were thugs in the dance hall with the name of a security guard and took the wrong medicine and meddled with the other person's business. He wanted to relied on his friendship with the dance hall boss to scold him.

But he soon realized the difference. The two people in front of him did not have the ruffian spirit of a dance hall thug at all. Although they suddenly looked inconspicuous at all, the cold aura emitted by the two people was definitely not something that a gangster could possess. He accidentally saw this temperament from the bodyguard next to the boss behind the company at an annual meeting. He heard that such people were often retired professional soldiers from the special forces, and most of them had killed people.

The person who can have such a bodyguard to protect is definitely not something that a small investment manager can afford. Bernie Wesley stood up very consciously, made an apologetic gesture to Catherine, and walked away in a little embarrassed manner.

Catherine thanked Eric's two bodyguards, and they just nodded slightly and quietly retreated to the inconspicuous corner.

Looking at the crowd on the dance floor again, he happened to notice that Eric looked here and made a gesture to her. Obviously, he was instructed by the two bodyguards who rescued her just now. Realizing that he had been paying attention to her, for some reason, a little relief that she couldn't even notice was in her heart.

Catherine, a lonely woman, sat on the sofa here for a long time, with more than Bernie Wesley having the idea of ​​hunting 丨Bernie Wesley. After he returned, the snares who had been waiting for Bernie Wesley to return in a bad mood, no longer came forward rashly. The woman who appeared in a vacuum around her became extremely conspicuous, and many people looked here curiously. In many days afterwards, her woman who occupied a row of sofas alone but no one dared to come forward to meet her became a topic of conversation among the guests of this dance hall.

Eric and the two girls were crazy for a while, then left the dance floor, intending to take Catherine back to the hotel.

The short-haired girl saw Eric leaving, and pulled her companions out.

Leaving the dance hall and walking in the alley, the short-haired girl in a sequined dress had put on a dark windbreaker, looked up at Catherine who was walking on the other side of Eric, and the short-haired girl mustered up the courage to say to Eric, "Alan, why not sit in my place?"

"Hmm?" Eric thought he had heard it wrong.

But the short-haired girl then said, "I mean, why don't you go to my place to sit? Also, Alice and I live together."

The hint of this fragrance and eroticism was quite obvious. The ponytail girl named Alice behind her shyly pinched her body, looked up and glanced at Eric, but there was a little expectation in her eyes.

"Forget it, it's too late now," Eric smiled, thinking that he had been teasing a little too much, shouldn't it be.

Although he refused the ambiguous invitation from the two girls and walked out of the alley, Eric still thoughtfully called a taxi for the two girls. He watched each other leave and got into the car driven by the bodyguard with Catherine.

In the taxi that was not far away, a short-haired girl named Charlotte turned her head and looked at Eric who was in a black sedan at the entrance of the alley, and sighed softly. Alice also turned her head and looked at her before asking, "What's wrong, Charlotte?"

"Didn't you find out? In fact, he is Eric Williams." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!