Whether it was Murphy in this life or his former self, he was born in an extremely ordinary family and had an ordinary or even poor life since childhood, he understood a truth very early on that opportunities never came from the sky, but had to be won. This is the entertainment industry, where countless people can fight for a chance to get ahead.

Even if Bruce Berman said "no", Murphy did not give up completely. An opportunity like participating in the sequel to "The Matrix" is really rare.

The office was as quiet as outer space. Less than three seconds had passed since Bruce Berman's rejection, but Murphy felt it was extremely long. His thoughts were running at high speed like the most advanced computer, wanting to make the final effort.

"Mr. Berman, Mr. Miller." Murphy said earnestly, as if he had not seen two dazzling gazes on the opposite side, "Is the intern... OK?"

After this most difficult sentence jumped out of his mouth, the remaining words became smoother. "In order to get familiar with an industry, many people are willing to work in positions that do not receive salaries, and I am willing to do so."

For the future, Murphy has put the bottom line to a very low level.

Bruce Berman smiled, "I won't hire a candid photographer or a murderer."

His tone was very plain, without any sense of color, but it sounded extremely harsh.

Murphy's hands were tightly held. If this was in prison, the fat man opposite would become a rolling gourd with his stomach screaming in his mouth, but this was not a prison, and the rules of the prison were not suitable here.

He had accidentally injured a British director. If he injured another famous producer, I'm afraid no one in the entire film industry would hire him.

Taking a light breath, Murphy stopped saying anything and turned to walk outside the office.

Having said that, there is no need to continue. Even if you work hard, such opportunities will not fall on yourself.

Walking out of this office area, Murphy looked up at the sunny sky, but couldn't see where his future was. It was impossible to say that he had no depression just now, but he soon wanted to open up.

After all, this is Hollywood. Countless people with outstanding talents with dreams and conceits flock to them, but few can stand out. Most of them can only leave the market sadly or become one of the huge bottoms of this circle after spending their youth and time.

How many geniuses are buried in Hollywood? Perhaps only God knows.

The best opportunity he thought he would disappear just like that, Murphy was somewhat dejected, and what his ex left him to him was definitely a super mess.

While thinking about what to do next, Murphy walked towards the gate of the Warner Studios. When he passed by the door of a studio, he almost ran into a woman who was coming to him because of his distraction.

"Hey, what do you want to do?"

A crisp female voice rang out and pointed to another plump long-haired woman standing beside her and said, "You almost ran into Miss Monica, why don't you apologize quickly."

Murphy stopped and turned to see the woman opposite him looked very familiar, even if she was not in the movie shot, she could recognize her famous actress Monica Bellucci from Italy.

The woman stood there, looking at him coldly, and one hand gently flicked the shoulder that was rubbed by Murphy, as if she had just passed by her body, as if there were a lot of dirty things on it.

She just stood there, showing the coldness, sexiness, beauty and arrogance that a famous actress should have.

Especially that arrogance, even if Murphy doesn't know much about women, he can feel it clearly - it is a kind of indifference from the upper-class Hollywood characters to the small characters.

Although the other party can only be considered a little star in Hollywood, it is not comparable to an unknown person like Murphy.

This woman's reaction hurt Murphy, but he knew very well that in a very realistic circle like Hollywood, respect is never equal, and the respect of others does not come from the sky, but must be won by himself with practical actions.

Monica Bellucci is indeed qualified to despise him, not to mention that he almost bumped into her by accident.

"For what happened just now," Murphy said calmly, his voice calmer, and he said naturally, "I'm sorry."

After saying that, he turned around and walked forward without looking back, as if nothing had happened.

If people like Bruce Berman and Monica Bellucci respect and bow their heads, it would be useless to say more now. If they could conquer others by just talking, the sticks would have unified the world long ago.

This is a realistic society, not a fairy tale world.

In the following week, Murphy had more experience of the reality of this world and understood why Ross had to re-employed after he was released from prison.

For a person with a criminal record, it is too difficult to find a slightly legitimate and decent job.

Murphy interviewed two more crew members, but the other party just checked his information a little, but refused without thinking. Even when the third small crew was turned out to seek a job as a handyman, they were rejected.

For a while, Murphy cursed his ex and America's hell-like social environment almost every day, but it didn't take long to calm down.

People habitually attribute their success to themselves and failure to the environment.

But such ideas are of no help in solving real problems.

The idea of ​​finding a job related to the film industry hits a wall everywhere, and Murphy did not give up. He just understood that it was much more difficult to gain a foothold in Hollywood than imagined and understood, and he became more pragmatic.

Not only in the film industry, but also interviews in other industries that Murphy participated in basically ended in failure. This result is not surprising. How many of those more formal companies or stores will hire people like him who have no education, no skills, and have a criminal record?

Are you really going to sell ******* and illegal guns?

Murphy knew very well that this was a road of no return. He would rather choose a porter in an auto repair shop than take this path. It was just that the porter's work was very hard and the low salary could not be paid every day.

Now, Murphy is facing the problem of money. He has saved a lot, but more than 200 dollars have basically come to a bottom. If he doesn't find a way to make money, he may not be able to get paid by the auto repair shop next month.

On a rare evening when I got off work on time, after returning home, Murphy walked into the studio and his eyes fell on the portable camera placed on the shelf.

This Canon camera is still usable. Murphy tried it some time ago. As a student at the Film Academy, photography is one of the basic courses. Although the function of this camera seems a bit behind, he can't put it down after taking a few shots. But now life is forced to put it on the body of it and the other two machines.

The portable camera, laptop and car police receiver are not new, and a single piece may not be sold for too much money. If all three pieces are sold, Murphy feels that he should be able to hold on for a while.

However, after thinking about it, Murphy left the notebook. In his spare time, he also tried to write scripts for future big movies, and needed this laptop, but the writing progress was not ideal, and even if he wrote it, the selling possibility would be very low.

Murphy once knew enough that most Hollywood movies did not write an excellent script first, and then the script was taken, and the film company invested in filming and produced.

The mainstream production method of Hollywood movies is often when a certain film company, a big-name director or a well-known producer has a creative idea, then find investment, and then recruits a suitable screenwriter to turn the creativity into a script.

In this production model, the screenwriter and script are not the beginning of the same project at all, but are just participating in the Hollywood assembly line later.

Of course, the chances of newcomers and new scripts being enabled are extremely low, and it cannot be said that there is no at all. Murphy just wants to try his luck. Maybe he will really get lucky one day?

Picking up the portable camera and police receiver, Murphy left the house, drove onto the black Chevrolet, and headed towards the three-way intersection.

These are the tools used by Murphy to make a living, and will soon become the expenses used by Murphy to maintain a basic living.

Chevrolet turned out of the Latin community and turned two more intersections. Murphy drove onto Figueroa Street in the city center and planned to follow this street to Sunset Avenue, which is located near Hollywood. There are many merchants selling or recycling photography equipment. I think it is possible to at least exchange the portable camera for necessary dollars.

In fact, Murphy could ask Rose for help again, but he did not intend to do so. Even if he was a friend who only knew how to ask for it, the two sides would inevitably gradually become alienated. Apart from the temporarily borrowed mobile phones, cars and more than 200 dollars, he did not accept Rose's help anymore.

Night has already fallen, Murphy turns onto Sunset Avenue, which is completely opposite to the decline of the city center. The road is lined with continuous palm trees and lined with movie billboards. The flashing neon lights make the road look like a city that never sleeps.

Chevrolet drove all the way through Ike Park, Lake Sylvie and Lucephillis, and gradually entered Murphy's destination, the Hollywood area.

Today's Hollywood area is no longer the dilapidation of the 1900s. With the strong support of the California state government and the Los Angeles County government, it has regained its glory in the golden age and is one of the most prosperous commercial areas in the entire Los Angeles area.

However, Murphy rarely pays attention to both sides of the road, and his attention is completely focused on driving. Sunset Avenue winds and turns in many places, and the narrowest part of the entire journey is only four lanes. Due to the countless hairpin bends on the avenue, blind spots in sight and there are no midline separating guardrails in most places, collision accidents often occur here.

Just as he passed an intersection, a fire appeared on the side of the road ahead, and Murphy quickly slowed down.

"This car will explode!"

A shout came to this place through the open car window, "Damn it, hurry up!"

"Help!"
Chapter completed!