"A fatal mistake? What kind of fatal error does my movie have? "For Jean. Renoir's words, Victor was curious to know why.

"Your film shouldn't have been shot in the United States. Whether it is the character or the tone of urban culture, no movie city in the United States can compare with France. If your movie is changed to a French style, it will definitely be a hit. ”

Victor thinks what this guy says makes sense. And it's exactly the same as my own thoughts.

He was right to Jean. Renoir was intrigued.

This is not only because the old man in front of him is a famous film master in the history of film, but more importantly, this old man made Victor feel angry with himself from the first time they met.

In this world, it is not easy to find a guy who can have a temper.

"Paintings, don't sell them. People live a lifetime, and there are not many things worth cherishing. Victor said with a smile.

"To put it lightly, if he doesn't sell paintings, what will he use to repay the $200,000 in compensation?" Nicholas. Zinke had apparently guessed what Victor meant, and added fuel and vinegar to the side, and the two of them sang red face and white face. Renoir is a bull fork director and a cow fork painter, but he is not the opponent of these two guys in front of him in terms of human sophistication.

"Fuck Hollywood." Let. Renoir burst into foul language.

"Jean, what are your plans?" Nicholas. Zinke Road.

"Sell paintings, redeem myself, and then leave this place, I originally wanted to go to England, and many film companies over there invited me." Let. Renoir: "But in all fairness, the aesthetic taste of the British. Especially in the artistic pursuit of film. I can't compliment it. So I'm going to just go to New York or some other city. Find someone to teach at a university. ”

"It's wasted." Victor shook his head and walked over to Jean. In front of Renoir, he said: "Let, I won't beat around the bush and get straight to the point." I'll pay you back the $200,000 in compensation, and you'll be able to come to our legendary studios. ”

Let. When Renoir heard this, he was not surprised at all, but looked at Victor meaningfully.

"Does it make a difference? You redeem me. Then I sold it to you, which is equivalent to running from the tiger's den to the wolf's den. "Let's. Renoir's words made Victor smile and nod.

"Yes, Jean, you're not wrong at all. I am the owner of a film company, and I must not be recruiting people for fame or money, I will give you 200,000 yuan to redeem yourself, and naturally I hope you will bring me a report worth these 200,000 dollars. I don't deny that at all. But, let's. I'm asking you to come to the legend, and the bigger reason is. I want to see you pick up the guide tube again and reshoot your inner film, and I don't want a master to become a teacher. ”

"Don't say these nice things to me, I ask you, if I make a film that doesn't make money at all, or even loses money, do you still insist on doing it?" Let. Renoir squinted at Victor.

This sentence was asked to the point, even Nicholas. Zink gasped.

Let. Renoir is not a fool, he does not believe Victor's claims that he does not care about financial interests in order to make good movies for himself.

In the room, there was silence and the atmosphere was very awkward.

"Hehehe." Victor chuckled and looked at Jean. Renoir: "Let's, you can lose money, it's okay, I'll allow it, but I have a request!" ”

"Oh, I'd like to hear it." Let. Renoir was not convinced.

"The requirement is that the movie you shoot must be the movie you really want in your heart! It has to be the work you're giving it your all. Victor stared at Jean. Renoir Road.

"Are your words true?" Let. Renoir was a little blown away right now.

In this world, especially in Hollywood, how can there still be such a movie boss. and a movie boss who can't get along with money.

"Really. I'll send someone tomorrow to bring me the check for the $200,000. Then, you're from our legendary studio. Victor stood up, laughed, and walked out the door.

in the elevator. Nicholas looked at Victor: "Are you serious?" ”

"Do you think I'm joking?" Victor Road.

……

"Let's. Renoir is a very good person, I admit it, but, let me tell you, his films are unlikely to make money......" out of the door, Nicholas reminded Victor.

"I know that. It's not about money. "A film company, a really great film company, art is just as important as money. I need people like that. ”

"But Victor, these two hundred thousand ......" Nicholas. Hardship frowned.

Victor also had a headache, looked at the sky, and said, "I'll go grab it." ”

These words, let Nicholas. Zink was baffled.

Legendary Films. Victor's office.

Anthony the fat bear, dressed in a black suit, sat across from Victor.

Anthony in front of him is like a few months ago. A few months ago, this guy was scrucky and ragged. But now, dressed in a sophisticated suit, with hair waxed neatly combed back, a huge gold ring on his finger, Cuban cigars in his hands, and smoke, especially the sassy rose pinned to his chest, completely changed the fat bear's original rough atmosphere.

It is said that people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and this is true.

"Uncle Anthony, I need money now! Money is needed! You'll have to get it for me! Victor looked at Anthony in a completely commanding tone, without any bargaining.

"Need money? How much? Anthony said indifferently.

"Two hundred thousand dollars." Victor was stunned word by word.

Anthony took the cigar in his mouth, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled a smoke that enveloped his face.

"How much?"

"Two hundred thousand dollars! No point is missing! Victor said.

Anthony stood up and smiled: "I thought the important thing was that the bullshit was to bring me over for 200,000 dollars?" ”

"It's not heavy, is it?" Victor was made laughing and crying by this guy.

Anthony pulled out the checkbook, wrote it, and threw it to Victor.

"Three hundred thousand dollars!?" Victor's eyes almost fell to the ground.

"If it's not enough, say it." Anthony bullfork coaxed.

"Where did you get all this money?" Victor was terrified when he saw Anthony like this, for fear that these two things would hide that something had happened to him.

"Don't worry, the money was not stolen or robbed, it was completely earned by labor." Anthony the Fat Bear smiled, and then said, "You have been busy with movies during this time, and I have not been idle at all." Overall, our Ferro family is much better off now than it used to be. Nowadays, the general arms market in Los Angeles is ours, and during these days, there are three or four hundred people under us, and from the beginning of the year to the present, we have almost earned more than 1 million. “

"How much?" Viktu was dumbfounded: "More than a million!? In just a few months, I made more than a million dollars!? (To be continued......)