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Chapter 129 Madman Orson Welles

Orson Wells is a man with a wild and unruly temper, with a straightforward temper, with a higher eye than a top, and is completely a lion whose head cannot be tamed.

Lei Dianhua took a fancy to his talents, and invested a lot of money to recruit him, and gave him great power. He was the most popular. I don’t know how many people in Hollywood want such treatment, but why did he say that Lei Dianhua can’t accomplish anything?

Facing Victor's gaze, Orson Wells put down his cigar and said, "It's hard to say that the place is nothing like a consortium and a factory, not a film company. It's not about intrigues, but also a group of art-free candids. I asked Miss Fangdeng to go in, which was completely harmful to him. Don't talk about these useless things, just say, do you want Miss Fangdeng?"

"Of course I want it! Welcome with both hands!" Victor naturally couldn't ask for it.

"That's great. You'll sign the contract tomorrow." Orson Wells smiled and said, "Victor, I'm enough to help you."

"I remember it." Victor and Orson Wells were completely unceremonious.

"It's quite lively outside." Victor pointed outside.

"It's so lively. I'm so angry." Wells said: "You don't know how troublesome this movie is, and you almost didn't come out."

"Oh." Victor smiled.

"My movie is entirely based on journalism giant William Randolph Hurst. When I handed over the script, the senior executives of Lei Dianhua were very interested and were happy to die. But I didn't know that half of the filming was found out by the old guy Hurst. He used various relationships to press the movie. He even offered a high price to buy the copyright of the movie and then hide it in vain." Wells was very angry.

Victor knew about this. Historically, "Citizen Kane" had a tragic fate because of this incident. Moreover, after the screening, it was even more disastrous due to the exclusion of Hurst and its huge publicity media, which led to a box office defeat.

"The bastards who were originally happy suddenly changed their faces and told me to give up shooting. How could I obey the orders? I almost ignited Lei Dinghua's headquarters. I tried to get it here. As a result, the shooting cost was reduced by half, and there were still people who kept making trouble with me." Orson Wells shook his head.

It seems that this guy has really had a hard time.

"This is normal." Victor didn't know how to comfort the guy.

"A normal fart. It's uncomfortable to fuck." Orson Wells sighed to the sky.

"Oson, let me discuss something for you?" Victor smiled sly.

Orson Wells looked at Victor and laughed in an instant: "Victor, you're like "biaozi". If you don't say it, I know what you are thinking. Do you want to pull me over?"

"Haha, it's really amazing. Orson, Lei Dinghua is big, but they are all a bunch of nouveau riche. It's a waste to stay in it. Although our legend is small, it definitely makes you feel like you are in water. Are you considering it? Miss Fangdeng is here, so you can forget it too." Victor was full of planning and expectation.

Orson Wells drank: "Do you know what many people in Hollywood say about you now?"

"What did you say to me?" Victor was very interested.

"I'm talking about you guys, you're so weird. You're so weird when it comes to poaching people." Orson said.

"This is true. Haha, I like to poach people, but what I poach people depends on my personal charm and the good atmosphere of the legendary film company." Victor shamelessly.

"Take it down. You're really thick-skinned."

"How about it, consider it?" Victor persevered.

Orson Wells was silent for a while and said, "So, do you let me think about it?"

"Finish. But as soon as possible, otherwise I won't sleep all day long." Victor said.

The two of them whined inside for a while, and the waiter outside ran in and told Orson that the premiere of Wells was about to begin.

Wells took Victor and his group out.

Outside, there was a full seat and the atmosphere was warm.

It was no different from previous premieres, and they were all guests talking and boasting about each other, and then Orson Wells came on stage as the director.

This guy lifted up and looked at the audience and excited many people in one sentence: "Oh, many people come today, all masters and celebrities."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Then, Orson Wells almost choked many people to death with one sentence: "However, in my opinion, there are not many people in Hollywood who really understand movies."

Wow. The audience suddenly became an uproar.

Especially in the front row, in addition to the bosses of major companies, there are also a group of Hollywood directors such as John Ford, Kirk West End, and Sesse Dimil, and there are countless stars.

With so many people being able to say such a bastard, there is probably no one else outside Orson Wells.

Orson Wells stood there, looking at the expressions of the people proudly, and laughed: "Oh, sorry, some, some."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, the bastard said: "There is only one! I don't know who is the one who really understands movies in Hollywood except Mr. Victor Ferro."

Victor heard it below and almost jumped up and slapped the guy to death.

Damn, it’s okay if you’re just bastard, why did you make me come out too?! Isn’t my reputation in Hollywood bad enough?

When Orson Wells did this on stage, the atmosphere on the scene was extremely awkward. Fortunately, Jenny Grant saved the scene and went on stage to get this guy on the stage. The premiere began.

The movie began to be screened, and Hollywood filmmakers watched with wide eyes.

This 120-minute movie is full of Orson Wells' distinctive personal style, with its versatility and drastic moves, and is completely new in terms of influencing style and technology use.

Victor paid special attention to the expressions of these people in the audience. There were people who kept nodding to express their appreciation, but more people frowned. Many veteran filmmakers, such as Siss Dimil, left the show halfway through seeing it.

"No wonder the boy said he just now that he admired Victor Fellow, haha, it seems that the styles of the two are very similar." Hitchcock smiled and said, "Everyone doesn't understand movies, they all play tricks."

Well, now, it seems that Orson Wells is really like in history, ready to welcome the water.

As for Orson Wells himself, Victor was so impressed that he was so impressed. In such a blow, such a blow, the guy actually leaned on the chair and snored!

God killed him! He fell asleep.

It's really weird!

After the movie was finished, Orson Wells had long disappeared at the cocktail party. The guy took Victor to a tavern on the street and went to drink.

The two of them killed a bottle of whiskey face to face. Orson Wells sighed: "This is a hell of place, it's boring to stay there. I plan to stop doing it."

"Ah?" Victor almost spit out a sip of wine: "Nonsense, weren't you just considering joining my film company?"

"It's boring. Look at the reactions of those people, it's really boring. I plan to fuck my reporter. I'm glorious and decent. The key is to not be angry." Wells said.

"Are you serious?"

"Um."

"No." Victor was anxious: "Oson, you guy is a coward."

"Why am I a coward?" Orson Wells was most afraid of being scolded.

"When you encounter a little setback, you just give up and retreat. Isn't this a coward? Look at me, after "This Killer Is Not Too Cold", I was scolded so much that I was so scolded. But didn't I continue to work hard and wipe off the saliva from my face and continue to shoot the movie I like?" Victor taught by words.

"You mean, they will scold me for the movie!?" Orson Wells suddenly felt spirited.

"In my opinion, that's for sure." Victor smiled.

"Okay! OK! OK!" Orson Wells jumped up like a chicken blood injection: "This is good!"

Victor was stunned.'
Chapter completed!
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