Darrell Zanuk smiled, and that kind of smile that was obviously distrustful.

"Victor, do you know the price of Hollywood's top screenwriters now?" Zanuk said.

"I really don't know." Victor told the truth.

Zanukle: "Then I will tell you that even the best screenwriter in Hollywood dare not tell me that one story can take 180,000 US dollars from my pocket. I have read countless scripts and I have heard countless stories. For movies, the most important thing is stories, but these stories have been ruined in literature and have plots. All novels, to summarize, are just three words: life, death, love. For Hollywood, no matter how good a story is, it is useless if there is no market, so the best screenwriter has his scripts been tempered. Do you understand?"

Zanuk completely regarded Victor as an idiot who was crazy about money.

Victor smiled and said, "Mr. Zanuk, let's try it. I'll tell you a story. Do you think it's worth $180,000? But before I tell you, I'll tell you that I have registered the copyright of this story."

"Then I'll listen." Zanuk sat up straight: "I'm really looking forward to you."

The room was quiet, everyone stared at Victor's mouth

Not to mention Zanuk, even Leo and Pike had sad expressions on their faces.

"I want to tell a killer story." Victor said.

"Farewell!" Zanuk immediately interrupted Victor: "Do you want to make a western film? Victor, now the most popular movie in Hollywood is one of the western films, but now the wind is rising. There may be more than a dozen western films released at the same time this year. I have no interest in those robbers and cowboys!"

Victor waved his hand: "You are wrong. I'm not talking about cowboys, I'm talking about a killer."

"What's the killer going to say? Hollywood has been shot badly." Zanuk still didn't agree.

Victor laughed: "This killer, cold-blooded, Muna, is sensitive. He saved a 12-year-old girl, and then the two fell in love."

"Ah?" Zanuk's eyes were stunned.

"Do you want to continue?" Victor said.

"It's interesting." Zanuk threw a cigarette to Victor: "This kind of killer, such a story, is indeed different from the bank robbery and bullet-flying killer in Hollywood before."

Victor took the cigarette, lit it, and continued lightly: "This killer is named Leon..."

For an entire hour, Victor was talking about Leon's story. This movie was popular in later generations, not only because of its unique visual identity, but more importantly, the warm story between this little loli and the stranger has long surpassed the definition of a killer film.

Zanuk is right. Any story of human beings can be summarized in the words of life, death, and love, but in fact, just one word is enough, that is: love!

Zanuk was listening quietly, with a focused look, except smoking one by one.

Victor's story was very slow, as if he was cooking porridge, slowly boiling, and he told the story in a leisurely manner. In the end, even Leo, Parker and others were immersed in it.

"It's so fucking touching. I want to do this killer, too." After Victor finished telling this story, Leo wiped his tears and said, "Did this Leon be taken from my name! Victor, you really understand me, you are my blue confidant."

Victor gave the bloke speechlessly, then looked at Zanuk: "How is this? Is this story worth 180,000 US dollars?"

Zanuk did not answer immediately, but stood up, walked to the window, looked at the cinema, and after a long time, he sighed: "What a great cinema, what a pity."

"What do you want to ask you? Is it worth 180,000?" Leo shouted.

Victor smiled.

Zanuk turned around and said to Victor: "In a week, I will see the script. If I am satisfied, this cinema will be yours."

"I will definitely put the script on your desk at that time." Victor stretched out his hands.

Zanuk held Victor's hand and stared at Victor's face with interest: "William is right, you kid, you are indeed very talented in screenwriters. Come to our 20th Century Fox."

"Sorry, I'm not interested in your company's intern screenwriter." Victor politely refused.

"This is easy to discuss, take your time, and you will become a first-line screenwriter in a few years," Zanuk advised.

Victor shook his head: "My ideal is not a screenwriter."

"Oh, what is that?" Zanuk was interested.

Before Victor could speak, Leo inserted a sentence over there: "My brother is going to be the Great Emperor of Hollywood!"

"Hahahaha." Zanuk laughed and nodded: "Young man, a little ideal, it's good. I'll wait for your news."

...

After seeing Zanuk away, the room was boiling.

"A story can be worth 180,000!? How much does it cost to survive in the rain of bullets? Is the movie really so profitable?" Anthony was stunned.

Sean wiped his tears: "Okay! Now it's OK!"

Only Pike seems to have some thoughts: "Victor, although I don't know much about Hollywood, I think if your story is made into a movie, there will definitely be many people watching it. This story is great. It was sold to 20th Century Fox for 180,000, which is a bit of a loss."

Victor nodded: "I know I lost money, but there is no way at the moment. Who makes us lose money?"

Anthony slapped the table and said angrily: "If it were twenty years ago, let alone 180,000, it would be 1.8 million, what can I do?"

"The hero will not mention the past." Victor looked at the old cinema and said, "Look forward, this land will always be ours, and this era will always remember ours."

It was already evening when I returned to Hollywood from Los Angeles.

Without saying anything, Victor re-recalled his mind bit by bit and conceived the story of "The Killer Leon".

Leo drives. The guy has been overexcited since he came back from Los Angeles and chatters about this story with Parker.

"Driving with peace of mind..." Before Victor could say a word, he saw Leo cursing and pounding the steering wheel. He almost flew out with the car, and a loud bang!

There was thick smoke in the carriage, and Victor, who was staring at Venus, was dragged out by Leo and Pike. Before he could scold Leo, he was pressed to the ground by several people.

"Bitches are raised! Are you looking for carrot soup??" The other party was very hard-working. Victor struggled to get up and saw that his car had been completely disintegrated. After driving for five meters, it was another car. It was a brand new Ford, absolutely high-end. Except for the rear of the car being knocked down, there was nothing wrong.

"You suddenly stopped, there is still some reason!" Leo rushed up and started, and the two sides fought together, Anthony followed, and Parker's face was covered in blood.

"Stop messing around." The car door opened and a figure came down.

He was wearing a black evening dress and light makeup. The delicate face appeared in front of everyone, whether it was Leo or Parker, whether it was Anthony or Victor, all were stunned.

There are actually people in the world with such a symbol.

"You're so lucky!" Leo Se stared at the woman in a daze and said something terrible.

"What's wrong?" Anthony said.
Chapter completed!