Legendary Pictures Office. Fred Zenerman solemnly signed his name on the printed contract.

Victor's first director was born.

"$200 a week, plus later, you can get a commission after filming, Fred, I'm sorry, I'm in a small company now, so this treatment ......" Victor smiled apologetically.

"It's already good!" Zenerman was excited: "I'm only $50 at MGM, and I'm penniless now. It would be nice to have a place to eat and sleep. ”

John Ford added, "The key is that everyone is like-minded and has a good job!" ”

Victor now has a headache listening to John Ford, and he is also a master of film, and he is like a ** all day long.

"Yes, yes! Mr. Ford was right! Money is nothing, as long as there are movies, as long as everyone has this common ideal......" Zenerman nodded repeatedly.

"Come on, I didn't invite you just for ideals." Victor smiled: "Making money and applauding, this is the pursuit." ”

John Ford said again: "it, it's hard!" ”

"Shut up for me." Victor glanced at Ford, turned his face to Zinaman and said, "Fred, let's talk about your script." I think that the foundation of this script is very good, and if you change it, you can shoot it. ”

"What!?" Zinaman stood up with a snap: "Really!?" Can you really shoot!? ”

As a filmmaker, Zenerman has been working for more than ten years, and the desire to make a movie may be difficult for ordinary people to understand, especially Zenerman, who has really suffered for more than ten years.

"I'm talking about changing it." Victor emphasized.

"This, of course, of course." Zenerman did it again.

When John Ford heard this, he sat down and didn't leave.

"Uncle John, are you alright?" Victor Road.

Ford shook his head: "It's okay, it's okay, I'll look at the book, you talk about yours." ”

With that, the old man pretended to take a book, and peeked at Victor and the others with a thief's eyebrow, and his ears were about to stand up, and he didn't realize that the book had been taken down by him.

Victor couldn't laugh at Ford's move.

"Mr. Ferro, what do you think of changing this script?" Xenaman was nervous.

Victor lit a cigarette and threw one to Zenerman, who waved his hand and said no, and was snatched by Ford.

Victor said: "Fred, your script is very innovative, but there are three fatal problems. ”

"First, the whole story is too simple, the killer loses the goods, finds, kills, and dies. There is only one line, which is too thin. ”

"Second, the character setting is too bad. I appreciate the novelty of the characters you set. But now, if you want to set up a killer as a positive character, Hollywood will not let you go, and the audience will not buy your account, so if you do it, the movie will die when it comes out. ”

"But that's the art I'm after! Such a movie is a movie of human nature! ”

Zenerman agrees with the first suggestion, but not with the second.

"The art of!" John Ford couldn't sit still: "The movies are gone, and the fucking art is still there!" You've got to get it out first, the rest is! It's also human, fucking human! ”

Victor gave John Ford a blank look, and John Ford smiled: "You talk, you talk, I read the book, this book is really good......"

Victor said: "This is the third question I want to say: the pursuit of art is right, but you have to pay attention to the form, I understand your ideas very well, I appreciate them, but the form, the fate, whether it is the characters or the main line of the story, you have to change the face, of course, the core, what you want to pursue, unchanged." ”

As soon as he heard this, Zinaman was divided and said, "How can you change that?" ”

Victor thought for a moment and suddenly smiled.

"So, I'll tell you a story, okay?" Victor Road.

"**raised! I love to hear your stories! Haha, this must be a good story! ”

John Ford threw the book: "I won't pretend, Victor, hurry up." ”

Victor rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

Ford added: "Don't worry, I will never plagiarize!" ”

Ignoring Ford completely, Victor took a puff on his cigarette and began to tell the story: "In the West, many of the border towns, like those near Mexico, belong to the three-way zone, where drug trafficking, shootings, fire, and all that is is there. ”

"On this day, an old cowboy was hunting, and accidentally found a truck, the corpses around the car were in disarray, and the gangs were in flames, and they ......died all over the place."

"Damn, I liked it at the beginning!" John Ford leaned forward.

"The old cowboy knew that this was a gangster, followed the footsteps, found a dying man, and took a large bag of drugs and hundreds of thousands of cash from this person for his own use."

"In the middle of the night, the cowboy returned to the scene......"

"Why is he going to the scene!?" Ford Road.

"He found out in his conscience that he wanted to give saliva to the dying man? Okay? Victor gave John Ford a blank look, and Ford quickly shut up.

"The cowboy went back, only to get into trouble and fall into a fugitive trap. Then the cold-blooded killers, the old policemen, and the gangsters moved in groups, and the old cowboys were surrounded by everyone......"

Victor began to tell the story in detail, and his mouth was so dry that Ford and Zenerman were dumbfounded.

With that, Zenerman and Ford were stunned.

"Good story! Damn, I love it so much! Ford came to his senses and danced.

Victor said to Zinaman, "What do you think?" ”

"Very ...... No, quite ...... No...... It's so fucking good! The story is good-looking, and it's completely different from Westerns, and we want to pursue art and think about life! It's a new script entirely! Zenerman no longer knew what to say: "Mr. Ferro, what is the name of this story?" ”

"No Country for Old Men." Victor laughed.

"Good name!" Zenerman quickly jotted it down.

"Fred, give you ten days to finish this script?"

"Absolutely! I don't eat or drink, I'm going to write it down for you! That's great! Zenerman's face flushed with excitement.

"No, no, no, this script is not mine, it's yours. You write it down, and I'll throw money at you. Victor said.

"What!? I'm going to shoot!? Zenerman was stunned: "Mr. Victor, this story is yours, such a good story......"

"Hehe, I'm not good at making Westerns, you're good at it......" Before Victor could finish his words, he was almost slapped away by Ford.

"Don't! I'm doing it! Lao Tzu is doing it! Who can make me in Hollywood Westerns!? Ford was about to go crazy: "Victor, give me this story!" No, sell me! I don't have 300,000 pensions in you then, I don't want it! You give me this story! I'm doing it! ”

The old man was like a bull in heat.

"Fuck off! I'll pay you back. The story can't be given to you, you shoot it as Twentieth Century Fox, don't I make wedding clothes for others? Victor said.

"I like it! I fucking love it! "Poor Ford.

"That's not going to happen. I asked you to come to us earlier, if you don't come, who is to blame. ”

"Dog's day! I'll shoot Fawkes when I go back! Victor, you can't blame me for this, who let me sign a ten-year contract with him! I broke the contract to pay a huge amount of money, $2 million! ”

"2 million? Did you sell yourself? Isn't this a good body? It has nothing to do with me. Victor laughed.

"I'm going to kill Fawkes!" Ford thumped his chest.

"Fred, write it down. It's November soon, so I'm going to get ready, I'm finishing what I'm doing, and we might be able to shoot next year. Victor said.

"O O Virgin Mary! Victor, you can't give my story to anyone else! Fred, you're so lucky to have raised you. "Ford was helpless.

"Uncle John, if you come to us, I promise, such a story, a little bit." Victor chuckled.

Ford slapped his ass with a snap: "Lao Tzu will sell his body now, exchange for money, and redeem himself!" I'm fucking Fox! ”