The three of us sat down to have breakfast in a small shop on the street. The shop was very small, with only seven or eight people. We sat down in the seats near the street and ordered some food and rushed to deal with our stomachs.

The owner was a Mexican, about 50 years old. Seeing that the three of us were young and had few customers, they started chatting with us.

When Gans asked him where to rent shooting equipment, the old man patted his chest and said to us: "You really found the right person. If you want to ask about the familiarity of this area, there is no comparison to me. Should you rent it for the company or for the individual?"

"Is there any difference?" I don't quite understand what he meant.

"Of course there is a difference. If you rent it for the company, don't have to pay too much attention to the price. Maybe you can get some money into your own pocket. If you rent it yourself, it will be different. Of course, the more frugal the better."

I nodded, it turned out that there was a reason.

"We want to make a movie ourselves." The fat man took a bite of bread and said vaguely.

The boss nodded and pointed to a person sitting in the store and said, "You guys are here, he is here. His rental store is the most cost-effective in Hollywood. Many people who make their own movies are looking for him."

The boss shouted to the man: "James, come here quickly, business is coming."

The man heard the shout and moved to us with the things on the table.

This man is in his 30s, with red hair, scars on his face, a small mustache that is unique to Westerners, and wearing a greasy lint jacket. He doesn't look like he is doing business, but rather like he is robbing.

When the fat man saw him showing timidity, Gans and I pretended to be calm and greeted him.

"You want to rent equipment?" He glanced at us and stuffed a chicken leg into his mouth.

"Yes." Gans replied.

James nodded, quickly finished eating the dishes and stood up and took us out of the store. After turning a few intersections, he stopped in front of a garage-like house, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door.

The bright sunlight was projecting in, and the things that were originally buried in the dark were completely exposed to our eyes.

The room with an area of ​​about 100 square meters is full of movie equipment, cameras, timers, boards, lighting equipment, etc.

"You jump first, and then let's talk about the price." James found a chair among the equipment that was full of equipment, sat down, took out a small wine bottle from his pocket and started drinking it.

The three of us didn't care about him and picked up the equipment.

They were both responsible for scattered equipment, and I mainly selected suitable cameras. The shop was placed on the back wall, with about a dozen of them. I watched one by one, but later I was attracted by the photos on the wall.

There are many photos, densely covered with a handsome young man in bright clothes on it. The one who took a photo with him was either a beautiful actress or a director and studio boss, among which was the famous Chaplin!

"You used to be an actor?!" I turned around and asked.

James burped and said, "That's right, I'll die after a while, and then I found out, mainly..." He pointed to the scar on his face: "Mainly, when he was filming a movie, he broke his face, and the bitch Chuck, who was raised, terminated the contract with me. Later, fewer and fewer people came to me to shoot movies, so I became a supporting actor. Later, sales and drama business were done, until I had to open this rental store."

James looked in pain and hugged the bottle and took a few sips.

But from these photos, I can see that the sloppy person in front of me was definitely a popular first-line star. He was once brilliant, but now he has fallen into this field.

There is no favor in Hollywood, only one thing that works here is money! As long as you can bring a lot of benefits to the studio, those producers will be treated as your own father, but once you can't make money for them, you can only leave.

I looked at James and suddenly felt a little sympathy in my heart.

The sun was already rising, and a few golden light shone on his face, looking for the scar. Because of this light, the scar actually added infinite rough beauty! Masculine and masculine, unruly, and even a little inexplicable sorrow. Isn't this exactly the George I was looking forward to; isn't it!?

I no longer look at those pictures, no longer choose cameras, but walked a few steps to James and said loudly in a trembling voice: "Mr. James, are you willing to be the leading actor in our movie?!"

I have a strong premonition that this man will make a comeback through my movie, and my movie will also become popular because of this man.

Think about it, James wants to have an image, act and act, or be a popular star. This alone can attract the attention of those newspapers and audiences. With my script, hehe, it’s a perfect match!

The word "the hero" made James, who was a little drunk, stunned. For him, the word that was once almost equal to him was now completely unfamiliar, but his trembling body could see his inner excitement.

James looked up at me, then looked at Berg and Harvey who were arguing in the pile of equipment. The original fanaticism in his eyes suddenly faded away, revealing desolation again.

"Your movies? Just you?" James laughed: "Do you know what a real movie is like?! Do you know the excitement in your heart when standing in front of the camera, with countless pairs of eyes of attention around you?! Do you know the whistle of applause from the cinema when your movie is successful?! Do you know how the camera pushes, pulls, shakes, and how to edit the movie?! You don't know, you are just three innocent little kids! Don't dream, hurry up and go home and do your homework." James roared and shouted a series of words, then took a big sip of wine, turned his face and looked like the sky outside.

The more excited he is, the more he can show his love for the movie, that unforgettable love. With this alone, I have enough reason to convince him.

I pulled a chair and sat down opposite him, shook my head, sighed, and then laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" James opened his eyes wide, like a hungry lion.

"I laughed at you for more than thirty years in vain. That's right, you're right. We don't know the feeling of standing in front of the camera, we don't have any experience in filming, nor are we welcomed by the audience, but I ask you, is Chaplin born to make movies? Is Griffith born to be a director?! Everything is done bit by bit, as long as you persist, you will succeed. We are walking our own path, a path we like and choose, but look at you, give up on yourself after a little setback, and stifle the hope in your heart alive. You are only in your thirties, and there is still a great time waiting for you, but you only know how to be with wine. In doing so, no one in Hollywood sympathizes with you, and no one will lend a helping hand to you. God created people, and people have to live on their own, do you understand?!"

I became more and more excited as I spoke, and in the end I was so loud that the fat man and Gans thought that James and I had a quarrel, so they walked over nervously.
Chapter completed!