"Victor! You are born to be a mafia, what kind of shit actors are you? You have lost the face of us Sicilians! You have lost the face of your grandfather and your father! Don't forget that your surname is Ferro!" Next to the stove, an obese man roared angrily with his hands crossed.

This is a tall man with square head and big ears. He is about forty years old, and his thick eyebrows are standing up like two brushes. Below the eyebrows, a long scar extends to the back of his ears. He is wearing a black suit and a wrinkled handkerchief is inserted into his chest.

He stood beside the stove, almost blocking the entire window behind him, making the already deserted and dim tavern more shiny.

A young man sat opposite the man. He was only twenty-six or seven years old at most, not tall, thin, with a pale face, and occasionally coughed one or two times. He put his hands on the back of the chair, his fingers straight and soft, and was quite beautiful. He had a denim costume that had not been replaced. The brim of the hat covered half of his face and could not see his eyes.

"Do I know you?" The young man who called Victor laughed lowly.

"Do you know me?" The fat male bear became angry: "God kills! Victor, what trick are you playing!? You don't know me?!"

Victor pointed to his head: "Sorry, I fell off my horse while filming last week and broke three ribs. When I woke up, I didn't remember a lot of things."

"Madame Mary!" The fat man drew a cross on his chest, pulled the stool and sat next to Victor: "It's like this! God bless you, otherwise the great Ferro family will be extinct. Do you really don't remember what happened before?"

The fat man was a little suspicious.

Victor shook his head. His face finally appeared under the light. It was a angular face, square and handsome, especially those eyes, as deep as a dry well in the dark.

"I am your Uncle Anthony, your grandfather's godson, your father's brother." The fat man muttered, and then he was about to speak when a shout came from outside the tavern.

"Victor, I'm raising a bitch, it's your turn to play! Get out quickly!" A record of the game was cursing with a notebook.

"Who is the one whore raised??" Anthony was furious when he heard this. He stood up and was about to rush forward, but was held down by Victor.

"I'll come!" Victor responded to the outside, turned to Anthony and said, "Anthony, maybe you've found the wrong person. I'm not the person you're looking for. And, look, even if I'm, I'm not the person I used to be. So..."

Victor shrugged.

"Damn it!" Anthony roared: "I won't admit you wrong even if I turn into ashes. You get out of your mother's belly, and I'm by your side! Victor, come with me and go to New York. Your father was killed. Your two brothers were beaten into sieve in the car. The great Ferro family is in your generation and really going to play."

"This has nothing to do with me." Victor frowned and pointed outside: "I'm not from the Fellow family, and I don't want to be that kind of person. Now, I'm just a little actor in the bottom of Hollywood."

Looking at Victor limping out of the back, Anthony stood blankly in the room.

"Sir, do you still need to drink?" The waiter in the tavern came over.

"Get out and have fun!" Anthony yelled: "Everyone from the Ferro family can be bullshit clown actors, I can still drink wine! Virgin Mary! Why didn't this ghost place in Hollywood burn it with a fire!"

When you walk out of the tavern, the sun is a little dazzling. The sunset hangs in the sky, and the remaining red is like blood, reflecting the world of lights and wine in front of you.

"Hollywood is actually his 1940 Hollywood. I touched the wires on the set and became like this. I was joking! What a pity that beautiful little girl in Hong Kong has gotten her hands. I'll fuck me!" Victor spitted hard, immediately pulled the wound on his body, grinning in pain.

Yes, in front of you, is Hollywood. In Hollywood in 1940, under the sunset, buildings one after another stretch of the sky, huge colorful billboards flashing in the night, and the sound of cars, music, and human voices intertwined into a vast symphony.

Victor, no, to be precise, another soul in this body is very clear about this place and the history of this place.

Hollywood, this is a place that has become a myth. Some people say that a world movie history without the United States and Hollywood cannot be the history of world movies. Some people say that a world movie history is the history of Hollywood's conquest of the global film market. Some people say that a world movie history is the history of an anti-Hollywood movie.

But no matter how future generations evaluate this place, it will not shake its great position in the entire history of film.

This is a place for dream creation. A place full of fame, wealth, power, and sensuality. At the same time, it is also a place for raising ideals and artistic pursuits.

Because the scenery is beautiful, it is more important to have sufficient sunshine for outdoor shooting. In the first few years of American movies, many people came here. By the first decade of the 20th century, many large companies also settled in, forming a production and distribution base centered on Hollywood.

In the 20 years before 1930, after the efforts of countless filmmakers, Hollywood developed from a remote town to a veritable world film empire. Whether in terms of film form or film ontology, it has determined a unique vane for the development of world films. Despite the Great Depression, this place still looks so vibrant today.

From 1930 to 1960, in the history of film, it was called Hollywood's "classic period" and "golden age". This was the most glorious moment in Hollywood. After the efforts of early filmmakers, Hollywood eventually became a veritable empire in world movies!

It can be said that the current era is the worst and the best.

Victor took a breath and came to the set. This was a third-rate crew, and the scene was busy and crowded.

There are mixed things in Hollywood. In addition to the big productions like the eight major film companies, there are more of these temporary films that are built to do a one-time deal. Most of the movies made are follow-up films, with rough production and purely for making money. Of course, many of them died miserably in the end. But despite this, such third-rate crews are also extremely difficult for people living in Hollywood, especially those under-level actors. Every year, countless young people with dreams of star dreams and movie dreams come here, and every year, countless people leave disappointed. The iron-clad soldiers are like a battlefield without gunpowder.

"Victor, be careful, the hedgehog seems a little fucking unhappy today." As soon as he entered the set, someone handed a cigarette around him.

After taking the cigarette, Victor smiled.

The guy in front of me is Leo, 1.8 meters tall, blonde, blue-eyed, muscular man. In terms of appearance, he is a bit similar to Tom Cruise in later generations, but he always looks a little cheap. He has a good relationship with the previous owner of this body, and he is a real brother in distress.

"Scene 20, cowboys are ready!" Before he finished smoking, he heard the deputy director standing there and shouting.

Victor nodded at Leo, put on his hat and turned over his horse.

This is a low-cost western film, and it is also the hottest theme at the moment. It is nothing more than the old routine of heroes saving the beauty, gun battles, and bloodshed the West. A director like a short winter melon is the "heedgehog" that Leo said. He talked about the scene in a slander and cursed manner, and then started filming.

A camera was mounted far away, and the hero was riding a horse with a girl in his arms and turned around and raised his gun to shoot back. The robbers who were chasing were all dismissed. Victor was one of the tragic robbers. In simple terms, he was a dead supporting role.

Before ten seconds of shooting, the "Hedgehog" shouted cut!

"The one behind! Didn't your mother hear me clearly before? She's going to be down! You're going to be down! Your butt is stuck on the horse, you're raised by a bitch!" The hedgehog came to Victor and said viciously. Looking at the fleshy face, Victor was angry. He was not a director, he was just a slut.

"Sorry, director, I have injuries on my body and three broken ribs, so..." Victor pointed at himself.

"Even if your neck is broken, you have to fall down! I'll give you $20 a week, would you let you waste my precious film? This is Hollywood, this is a movie! I will tell you how much effort it took to conceive such a great work?" The hedgehog spitted, squirting Victor's saliva.

Looking at the so-called director in front of him, Victor was extremely sad. In 1940, the cross-application of montage theory and shots had already matured, but this person used a monotonous shot to deal with this important scene. Not to mention any changes, he even said that he was conceiving a great movie.

"Director, that's what I think. Look, can you complicate the lenses, long shots, close-ups, and depth of field lenses be crossed, so that you can use fast editing in the later stage to increase the momentum and rhythm of the scene..." After working as an assistant director for so many years in the previous life, Victor is still quite experienced in this regard.

Before he could finish his words, the hedgehog kicked Victor down: "You mean, do you teach me how to make a movie again? I followed David Griffith before you were born. Edward Bautt is my teacher, John Ford is my brother, and I will use you as a scumbag to get my life!?"

The severe pain in his abdomen made Victor a little breathless. The dirty leather boots of the "heedgehog" were slapped on his face, and dozens of people watching the scene smiled sarcastically.

"Damn it!" A figure rushed out, and a hook punched the hedgehog and fell on his back. It was Leo.

"This is a bragging skill, you can go to the Broadway talk show." Leo helped Victor up and smiled heartlessly.

The crew was in an uproar, and many people ran over to help the "heedgehog".

"Associate director, kick these two scumbags out! Kick them out immediately! Tell other crews who dare to use them, I won't agree!" The "heedgehog" with blood on his face roared loudly. The two backpacks were quickly thrown out, and the door on the set closed with a bang, leaving Leo and Victor looking at each other.

"Now, are you satisfied?" Looking at Leo, who has developed limbs and simple minds, Victor smiled bitterly.

Although the "Hedgehog" is a bad guy and a third-rate director who can't make it to the table, he is still the number one character in the Hollywood bad movie market. Nothing else, he has a relationship with eight major film companies and has acquaintances. Whether a third-rate movie can make money can be made, the theaters of these companies need to agree to be released. Because of this reason, in the bad movie market, few people can offend the Hedgehog for two lower-level actors.

Leo's punch not only made the two lose their jobs, but also directly announced that they didn't even have the chance to participate in a bad movie.

Leo sat down, looking like a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water: "I have long wanted to beat that bitch, since he slept with the Oregon girl in the crew."

Victor couldn't help laughing, and sat next to Leo, the two of them smoking.

In Hollywood, the twilight is the most lively and prosperous time of the day. There are traffic on the streets, and no one pays attention to these two young people in ragged clothes.

"What should I do in the future?" Victor said.

Leo opened his eyes: "If you take one step at a time, you can't do it. Leave this ghost place."

Victor smiled but said nothing, took out his pocket and found it was empty. He had paid for his salary last week and had not been paid this week.

"Leo, how much money do you have?"

Leo spread his hands: "There's nothing."

"Didn't you just sent $20 yesterday?" Victor said in surprise.

Leo smiled and said, "I'll go find the Russian girl to have fun. Tsk, you don't know what it feels..."

Victor looked up at the sky, and wanted to cry without tears.

I lost my job and had no money, so I won’t talk about my residence. Even eating has become a difficult time. How can I survive this day?! Do you really have to force me to be a cowherd?

Leo was able to think about it, looked at the car on the street and licked his lips: "Victor, don't worry, it's really not possible. I'll go up and do a vote, won't you be rich?"

Victor kicked Leo, then looked across the street, looked stunned, and then laughed out loud.

"Leo, someone will take care of the meal tonight."

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In the past few years after the completion of "Long Live the Director", many people urged me to write a sequel, and I agreed. In recent years, Xiao Zhang has never forgotten this promise. In 2014, 7 years later, I trembled and dedicated this sequel to everyone, with different stories and different history, but I believe that it will be the same wonderful and touching!

Because, in this, Xiao Zhang has condensed his 7 years of thinking and polishing.
Chapter completed!