Jeff, the owner of the Italian restaurant, found that Eric seemed to be a different person these days, no longer in a daze, and the whole person became energetic. Entertaining guests is no longer as jerky as before, occasionally making a few innocuous jokes with guests, and even once Jeff discovered that Eric was skillfully flirting with a single lady in her thirties in a somewhat hippie but not offensive tone, and received three times the tip and an unabashed wink at the checkout.

"Eric, is there something good that has happened, I noticed that you have been ...... lately Abnormal? During a break, Jeff finally couldn't help but ask, he still cared about the child left by his old friend.

"Is it obvious?" Eric was stunned for a moment and asked.

Jeff laughed, "Of course, it's just written on your face." ”

"Perhaps, it's because I've found a goal to strive for, you know, once a person has an ideal, the whole person will become very excited."

"Oh, what ideals, can you tell me?"

"Of course," Eric replied, "I've decided, I'm going to be a director in the future." Now, I've been working on my first script lately, and I'll be writing it in two days. ”

"Guide...... Director? Jeff was a little surprised, and subconsciously wanted to persuade Eric not to be too ambitious, but then remembered that the child had just come out of the grief of his father's death and found a goal to strive for, and he swallowed his own words.

Eric had a middle-aged man's soul in his pocket, and Jeff's face just moved slightly, and Eric knew what he wanted to say, but he smiled and didn't care. After all, this is Hollywood, and tens of thousands of people from all over the world come here every year to pursue their movie dreams, but very few succeed, and it is normal for Jeff to have this kind of thought.

"That...... When your script is ready, you can show it to me. You know, I used to want to be an actor back then, don't look like I am now," Jeff patted his huge beer belly and continued, "I was very handsome back then. You know, I've auditioned for a small role, and it's been so many years since then. ”

Eric was a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect Jeff to have such a past, but he was quickly relieved, this is Hollywood, the world's largest film factory, nothing is impossible, Stallone has filmed it.

"No problem, you can help me with some comments then." Eric replied that he could just ask Jeff to help him see if there were any loopholes in the script.

Although Eric has tried to fix some of the things in the script that only appeared after 1988, there is no guarantee that there will be no mistakes. And Jeff, as an outsider, can easily spot something out of place in the script.

The two of them talked and laughed a few more words, and a few guests walked into the restaurant, and Eric hurriedly stepped forward to greet the guests.

The day's work passed quickly, Eric came home, had a hasty dinner, and began to be busy and scripted.

It's basically done, and now it's time for the final proofreading. Eric plans to make a few copies tomorrow and submit them to several publishers. The script just wrote an outline, along with some notes that needed to be revised. With all of this done, it only took two nights for Eric, who had the full image in his head, to finish the script.

The next morning, Eric left home at 7 a.m., intending to copy and mail it out, and he had prepared the addresses of some well-known North American publishers in advance, and of course, he would not be disappointed even if these large publishers rejected Eric's manuscript. You know, there are tens of thousands of large and small publishing houses in North America, and there will always be one that will be willing to publish this one. Although he topped the bestseller list, Eric didn't care about royalties, but just wanted to hold the film and television rights in his hands after publication.

"Hello, how can I help you?" As soon as I walked into a printing shop, I was greeted warmly by a somewhat emaciated black female clerk.

Eric pulled out the manuscript from his bag and said, "I'd like to make a few copies of this manuscript." ”

The black girl looked at the thick manuscript, her eyes lit up slightly, and the smile on her face became even brighter: "Sir, can I take a look?" ”

"No problem," Eric said, handing over the manuscript.

The black girl did not pay attention to the content of the manuscript, but skillfully counted the next page and said, "About three hundred pages, count you three hundred pages." Thirty dollars for each copy, sir, how many copies do you want to make? ”

Thirty dollars! The corners of Eric's mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed that it was so expensive, he only had a few hundred dollars in cash left, and this was still a month's salary advance.

After some cheeky haggling, the two men agreed to make four copies for a hundred dollars. After paying, the black girl politely made Eric a cup of coffee, then took the manuscript and began to copy.

Eric was bored holding a coffee cup and watching the black girl operate the photocopier, secretly calculating the time, it would be completed in about half an hour, and there would be no delay in going to work in the restaurant. Although the restaurant didn't really get busy until after ten o'clock, and even if he was late, Jeff's personality wouldn't deduct his salary, but friendship is friendship, work is work, and Eric knows that if he wants to maintain a good relationship with Jeff, he must keep his duty.

After about ten minutes, the door of the printing shop was slightly dark, and Eric looked up to see a white man with brown hair walking into the store with a leather bag.

The man is about forty years old, less than 1.7 meters tall, but he looks very strong, with brown stubble on his chin, a high nose bridge, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a slightly bald forehead, and a gentle bookish temperament.

"Welcome, sir, can you wait a minute?"

The brown-haired man nodded, greeted Eric politely, and sat down next to him. The black girl temporarily stopped what she was doing and quickly poured a cup of coffee for the brown-haired man: "Sir, it's fine to have more than ten minutes, please have a cup of coffee first." ”

The brown-haired man took the coffee and thanked him, followed the figure of the black girl and saw the thick stack of manuscripts, his expression moved slightly, there were only three people in the store, and the man couldn't help but look at Eric.

"I would venture to ask, is that your manuscript?"

Eric nodded, "Yes, one, I just finished it, and I'm going to make a few copies." ”

"You look like a high school student, but that's amazing, I couldn't do that when I was your age."

"Thank you, in fact, this is my first part, and I don't have much confidence."

"No, believe in yourself. Well, can I take a look at yours? The brown-haired man said, took out a business card and handed it to Eric, "It just so happens that I have a small publishing house. ”

Eric took the card and looked at it, Michael Krauss, manager of Night Elf Press. Eric's eyebrows jumped, but luckily it wasn't Michael Clayton. Eric couldn't help but complain about the lack of creativity in choosing names in Westerners, and in his memory, there were two named Jack and two named Jessica in the class of Eric High School, and the scope was expanded to the whole school, and there were more people with the same name. Even the son was born too lazy to come up with a new name, and was directly called Robert Downey Jr. or something, the same!

Anyway, he didn't get pregnant, so Eric took the manuscript that had already been copied and handed it to Michael Krauss. The other party took the manuscript, glanced at the title of the book, and said casually: ", very interesting name." ”

Eric smiled slightly, but did not answer. Michael Krauss didn't say anything anymore, and flipped through it. As he read deeper, Michael's casual expression gradually became serious, and although he had just praised Eric, he didn't think that he could write anything wonderful at Eric's age. In his previous career, almost all the authors of those best-selling books were people who were full of life experience and rich knowledge.

After reading the manuscript quickly and carefully, Michael carefully sorted out the somewhat scattered manuscript and looked up at Eric, his eyes full of surprise, excitement, happiness, and a little bit of ambition.

"Young man, may I know your name?"

"Eric Williams," Eric replied directly, too. With his rich experience in his previous life, how could he not see what was contained in Michael's expression at this time. Although he has no plans to hand it over to a small publishing house for the time being, it does not prevent him from getting to know Michael Krauss. In case it is really rejected by those well-known publishing houses, this is also an option.