I met Christmas.

Snow falls in Los Angeles, covered in snow.

For major Hollywood studios, this period is undoubtedly a prime time, but after all, it is a matter for the projectors, and it is difficult for more filmmakers to get a break.

Victor's script, on Christmas afternoon, was finally written.

Looking at this script, which is two or three times thicker than "This Killer Is Not Too Cold", Victor has a feeling of being drained and spreads out on his chair.

Leo had been in his office since the morning, knowing that Victor's script was about to be finished, and he gritted his teeth to be the first reader.

Victor pushed the typewriter away, and Leo snatched it up.

After reading it with spit, Leo slammed the script in front of Victor with a snap: "Where's my gun!?" ”

"What? Gun? What are you looking for a gun for? "Victor was confused by these two goods.

Leo spat and spitted: "Next time John and they come over, who the fuck dares to say a word and won't let you make this movie, Lao Tzu will shoot you in the head!" ”

Victor smiled: "How?" ”

"It's so fucking enjoyable! It's so fucking wonderful! The story is so fucking fun! Why didn't you expect that guy to escape in such a way? Leo sprayed Victor in the face.

Victor pointed to his head, "here." ”

Leo admired it so much: "Damn, Lao Tzu is destined not to become a director, and the most afraid is to use his brain." ”

Victor: "You like to move that thing down there." ”

"Hey, hey, hey." Leo laughed evilly and said, "Let's go, it's Christmas today, the script is done again, go out and celebrate." ”

"I think so. Call Nicholas them. ”

The two men went out and called Nicholas Zink and Gregory Peck.

Four people, driving straight to Los Angeles.

"We're not going to the tavern today, I've got a new place, and it's fucking exciting." Leo laughed.

Everyone follows him, and no one can compare the ability of these two goods to play.

Instead of entering downtown Los Angeles, the car stopped on the street of a death-defying ghetto.

Leo led a group of people through the narrow streets to a place that seemed to be an abandoned factory, mysteriously connected them, and then led the group inside.

"Where the fuck are you from?" Nicholas scolded.

"You'll find out when you go in, make sure you like it." Leo Tract.

Pushing open the door inside, a group of people were dumbfounded.

This place, the outside is tattered, but the inside is singing and dancing, not only is it splendidly decorated, but also the inside is full of people, scantily dressed waitresses twisting their bodies and throwing flattering eyes, and all kinds of dances on the stage are even more provocative.

In a word, this place is a comfortable place for drunken dreams and death.

It was obviously not the first time Leo had come, so he led Victor and the others into the box, called a few girls, and drank and had a good time.

Victor didn't like the noisy environment and bowed his head to drink, Nicholas didn't refuse to come, Leo was happy to do it, Pike was at his mercy, and the four of them soon got drunk.

"My little goblin, wait for me to release the water, come back and see how I clean you up!" Leo staggered, and Lang went out laughing.

Taking advantage of this time, Victor handed the script to Nicholas Zink and Parker, and after reading it, the two of them were full of praise.

Especially Nicholas, who tried to persuade Victor to give up, is now dancing with his eyebrows: "I seem to have seen Fox's doggy scene being flattened by us, hahaha." ”

The three of them discussed the script, thinking about how to prepare for filming next year, and talked for more than an hour, but Leo still didn't come back.

"This guy has been soaking in urine for so long? Fell in? Nicholas scolded.

"I'll take a look." Pike stood up and went out.

He went out for half an hour and didn't come back.

"What's going on?!" Victor felt strange, put away the script, pulled Nicholas out, walked through the corridor, and came to a rest area, the sight of which really gave Victor a toothache.

But seeing that the hall was in a mess, a group of men and women gathered around and shouted loudly, in the field, Leo and Pike were fighting with a group of guys, Leo had a blue nose and swollen face, Pike's face was covered with blood, and seven or eight people on the other side were also injured.

"Kill him!" In the crowd, there stood a tall young man, about 25 years old, dressed very carefully, his hair was wiped with a hair wax comb backwards, and he moved at Leo, and he punched Leo sideways.

This person's face made Victor's heart tremble, so familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Stop fighting!" Nicholas Zink ran in and pulled the rack, was also wrapped in it, and was punched twice.

In this meeting, Victor also made a move, rushed in to protect Nicholas, but the young man thought that Victor was running for himself, and he kicked Victor, Victor caught it, the two tore and beat each other, and after a while, Victor was also miserable.

"Damn, it's hard!" The young man was beaten by Victor and his nose was bleeding, but he was very happy.

The two gangs were exhausted from fighting, and only then did the people in the field come to persuade them to fight.

"It's been a long time since I've fought like this! Refreshing! Today, I'm in for a treat! The young man shouted at the crowd and applauded like thunder.

"Who is this shit, so bullish." Victor said to Nicholas.

Nicholas shook his head.

"Brother, do you dare to drink with us?" The young man looked at Victor and smiled.

"What dare you dare, fuck the fuck after drinking!" Victor laughed.

"There's a kind, I like it." The young man laughed.

The two gangs of guys who had just turned their brains into dog brains were now together and went into a box to drink.

This box is far larger and more luxurious than the box Victor stayed in just now, not only is there all the drinking facilities in it, but the waitresses and girls are even more beautiful.

The two sides sat down, staggered, drunk, and the scene was cheerful, especially Leo, who was like a pig's head, and mixed with the gang of guys, singing and dancing with their arms in their arms.

"How do I look familiar with this?" The young man looked at Pike.

"Gregory Peck." Parker reported his home.

"Oh! I see, you are the male protagonist of "This Killer Is Not Too Cold"!? Damn it! Why didn't you say it earlier! This movie is one of the most enjoyable I've seen in years! The director's name is Victor, he's a fucking genius, I'm going to see him, I have to fight with him! The young man said loudly.

Victor looked at him and couldn't help but laugh, how could this guy fight for good or bad.

Pike pointed at Victor, "This is the director you said." ”

"You're Victor Ferro!?" The young man was shocked.

"Yes."

"Damn! I've finally met you! The young man was overjoyed and hugged Victor.

"I, Orson Welles, your fan! Mr. Ferro! It's such an honor to be able to beat you up! The young man said.

Victor squirted out with a sip of wine: "Wait, what did you say your name was!?" ”