In 1542, Portuguese Captain Juan Rodriguez did not know that he was the first European conqueror to stand on a sailboat and look at the huge harbor. He hesitated to spread it in and declare that he would conquer the territory in front of him.

The Indians living in the canyon were panicked by the arrival of the sea invaders. They lit a raging fire, and in an instant, thick smoke rolled over the sky and the sun. Juan did not feel the value of this wild land and ordered the sailors to turn around. Due to his negligence, the place survived for 200 years.

200 years later, the Spanish waited for this remote land, and different races established early colonies by a beautiful river. In many cases, poor immigrants of different skin colors and religions flocked to this town, which was named "Homeland of God", which was the predecessor of Los Angeles.

The entire California is vast and boundless, with cattle and horses in herds. It is a natural pasture with beautiful scenery and plenty of sunshine. By 1940, it was still the place that Americans would like to stay the most.

Especially the suburbs of Los Angeles, which have the convenience of the prosperous city and the small bridges and flowing water in the countryside. Many people with status and status like to stay there. Of course, there are also poor people who grow crops such as palms.

South of Los Angeles, a river and farmland area. John Ford drove his cart and chatted along the way.

"Victor, Nicholas has a weird temper. When I see you later, you can see my face." Ford said.

Victor ignored him and looked at the scenery outside.

The scenery is very good, there are no people on the road, and even if someone passes by, they are all ragged poor people. This is not a rich area, but the homeland of the country people.

The car went around and stopped in front of a small farm.

It was a wooden building of old age, two floors, standing alone on a small earth slope. There was a big tree at the door. At the intersection, there was a sign: "If you eat a gun, go back, choose one!"

Victor smiled. It seemed that the old man Nicholas had a really hot temper.

Victor, Ford, Leo, Parker, four people got out of the car. Before they could stand firm, they heard a barking dog, and rushed over with more than a dozen big dogs.

"Nicholas, you are an immortal! Call the dog back!" Ford, who seemed to be afraid of the dog, reached out and pulled out his pistol: "If you want to eat dog meat tonight!"

A whistle sounded, and the dogs sat at the door of the manor. With a bang, the door of the house opened and an old man appeared in front of Victor.

What kind of old man is this! Victor was stunned.

It was dressed like a Western cowboy, very hung, with Indian feathered headdress on her head, a hunting rifle on her shoulders, and a pair of high-tube cowhide boots with grapple hooks on her feet!

He is tall, and in his fifties, his hair is almost white, with a square face and a crooked mouth. He seems to be chewing raw beef inside his mouth, and blood remains along the corners of his mouth.

"John, you whore not staying in Hollywood, why are you doing here for me?" The old man's voice was hoarse and confident.

"There is something good to talk about!" John Ford smiled and was about to walk into the yard.

Boom! Nicholas Sink fired a quick shot, and the bullet hit John Ford's feet, splashing a piece of dust!

"I have nothing to talk to you, get out!" Nicholas said with a gun.

"Good thing! It's really a good thing!" John Ford smiled bitterly.

"What good things can you do?! There is no good thing in Hollywood. I'm not interested, get out, or do you believe it if I shoot your eggs with one shot?" Nicholas's face was full of anger.

John Ford is not.

"Let's go, Uncle John, since this old guy doesn't want to go back to Hollywood to kill Meyer, then forget it. He's just a coward and has the courage to go downhill." Victor laughed and turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait! What did you say just now?" Nicholas Sink called.

John Ford walked in with a stern face: "I said it's a good thing, you don't believe it."

When the four people saw the yard, Nicholas refused to let the four people enter the house. He pointed to the corridor. The four people sat on the shabby wooden chairs, Nicholas stood opposite him with a hunting rifle.

"What did you mean by the words just now?" Nicholas asked.

John Ford and Victor looked at each other, and Ford said, "Nicholas, have you lived in such a broken place over the years? Do you want to live so frustrated?"

"That's mine!" Nicholas snorted.

"No." John Ford smiled mysteriously: "You are Nicholas Sink, a Hollywood star, and you can't do this life like this. Don't you want to kill Meyer's dog days?"

Hearing the name Meyer, Nicholas' eyes widened and almost burst into flames: "Why don't I think about it anymore!"

"If you want to, sit down and let's talk. Now there is a good opportunity." John Ford patted the chair in front of him.

Nicholas sat down and said, "Does 20th Century Fox want to pull me into the group?"

"William Fox, the bitch whore didn't have the courage to offend Mayer, I'm talking about someone else," Ford said.

Nicholas looked at Ford and smiled: "You!? Stop dreaming, be your director, you don't have the capital to defeat Meyer."

John Ford shook his head: "It's not me either."

"Who?" Nicholas looked at John Ford in confusion, and then his eyes fell on Victor's face: "It's not this boy, right?"

"Yes." John Forte nodded.

Nicholas laughed loudly, and suddenly put the shotgun on John Ford's head: "You bitch, no one has ever made fun of me like this! Get out of here!"

"Don't you want to know who this kid is?" John Ford was very nervous.

"I don't care who he is!? He's just a little kid!" Nicholas said.

Victor couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Mr. Sinke, I want to invite you to join my company as general manager."

"Not interested!" Nicholas refused.

John Ford laughed and said, "You listen down."

Nicholas' eyes rolled, thought for a while, and said, "Which company?"

Victor laughed: "Legendary Film Company."

"Legendary Film Company?" Nicholas Sink was stunned for a moment, then turned to ask John Ford: "Which of the eight major Hollywood film companies has changed this name?"

John Ford looked at Victor without saying a word.

Victor laughed: "This company has nothing to do with the eight major film companies. In fact, it has not been registered yet."

Nicholas Sink became interested in Victor's identity and said to John Ford: "What's the origin of this kid? The chaebols on Wall Street are planning to build a new film company again."

"Bad Wall Street." John Ford cursed.

Victor did not intend to deceive Nicholas Sink, and said seriously: "Mr. Sink, I have no background. In fact, I was the lowest third-rate actor in Hollywood a few days ago. I am now penniless, only one script in hand and countless creativity in my head. Tomorrow I will register to establish this film company called Legend. I want to invite you to be the general manager of this company."
Chapter completed!