In the office, John Ford slowly looked through Victor's script with his cigar in his mouth.

Victor was very nervous and knew very well about Hollywood in 1940, but the specific atmosphere, especially the personal preferences and nature of the film master John Ford, he did not know very well. More importantly, it is still unknown whether this script that condensed his own efforts can be liked by him.

John Ford looked very slowly. This guy looked almost word by word, expressionless. The more he did this, the more nervous Victor became. Gregory Parker next to him was already sweating.

The atmosphere in the room was depressing and silent.

However, William Fox, the owner of 20th Century Fox, was very relaxed. To be precise, the old man had almost never seen Victor in front of him since he entered the house, but stared at Gregory Parker with interest.

"William, look." Finally finished reading the script, John Ford handed over the script to Fox.

"It won't be over?" Gregory Parker came over and whispered in Victor's ear.

"There should be a chance." Victor smiled.

"Have a chance?" Gregory Parker browed, a little disbelief.

Victor Le: "Didn't you notice the corners of our Mr. Ford's mouth twitching?"

He is worthy of being a film master. In addition to the director, it seems that he is not very capable of acting. Victor almost was deceived by this guy. If it weren't for his mouth that could not help but twitch, Victor would have thought he was disappointed with the script.

"I won't read it anymore. This book has no clue. I've said it many times." Fox didn't even answer it and waved his hand.

"You bitch! I'll show you, just take a look, otherwise you'll miss a classic!" John Ford could no longer suppress his hot temper and roared.

Fox smiled bitterly and took the script helplessly. After glanced at it, he showed a hint of surprise in his eyes: "Hey, the form of this script is quite novel. I have never seen anyone write scripts like this. They are neat and more regular than the scripts in our company..."

John Ford was so angry that he was about to draw his gun: "Who asked you to look at the form! Look at the content! Content!"

"The Grapes of Angry? The name here is interesting." Fox put down his legs, held his pipe in his mouth, and looked down.

Unlike John Ford's reading method, William Fox's speed at reading the script was simply ten lines at a glance, and he finished it in a few minutes.

"How is it?!How is it!?" John Ford said excitedly.

At this time, Gregory Parker smiled and squeezed his eyes at Victor.

William Fox did not answer John Ford's words immediately, but lowered his head and turned it over again.

This time, the old man looked at it quite slowly.

Half an hour later, Fox raised his head and sucked his pipe hard, even though the tobacco leaves inside had already burned.

"Isn't it good?" John Ford laughed and said to Victor: "You boy, okay! I read it right! This story is a hundred times stronger than Steinbeck's draft! The rhythm of the story is tense and coherent, touching, and the kind of humanistic care reflected in it is touching, which is completely in line with my previous positioning. What's more, the details! The details are so good! Just like jingling streams, they finally merge into a vast and turbulent river! Good! That's great!"

"Is that?" Fox chuckled.

"I dare to guarantee it! If I shoot such a movie, I will definitely be ours for this year's Oscars!" John Ford's face turned red with excitement, and said, "Invest money quickly! Build the crew quickly and start filming immediately! There is no need to write this script at all, just this draft!"

William Fox didn't answer the conversation, but stared at Victor.

His eyes were complex and calm: "Victor, right? Have you written a script before?"

"That's right." Victor nodded.

Damn, I have not only written scripts, but also been a director.

"Have you studied movies?" Fox's words had nothing to do with the script.

"I studied it, I studied it for two years in Vitegruff Film School." Victor said nonsense.

The Vitagraf Film School was a small school established in Hollywood in the early days to cultivate film talents. This school did not exist for a long time. The reason for its establishment was very simple, which was to provide practical professional talents for the booming Hollywood films at that time. The content taught was not deep at all, and it focused on adaptability. Those who went out were all film craftsmen.

"Oh." It can be seen that Fox was a little disappointed when he heard this big case: "Do you have any works before?"

Victor was about to answer, but was pushed back by John Ford: "William, what's your name? This little guy is a young man and has never done anything, but I tell you that in time, he must be a talent! Watch our movie..."

Fox waved his hand, put down the script, and looked at John Ford and Victor: "This script doesn't work. It doesn't work at all."

"What!?" This time it was not only John Ford, but also Victor himself was surprised.

This is impossible.

Victor will not underestimate his level. If he takes a step back, even if his level is not enough, most of the content of this script is based on the original content of "The Grapes of Angry" in history. How could this movie end up becoming a classic in the history of film? How could it not work?

If someone else said it wasn't possible, Victor might think he was talking nonsense, but William Fox was not. As the boss of 20th Century Fox Films, he has read more than a thousand scripts. He can tell what kind of scripts work and what kind of scripts work in five minutes by glance.

There is no reason not to do it!?

John Ford's face was ashen: "Why can't it work!? This is the best script I've ever seen so far! I've been director for so many years, I..."

Fox laughed and said, "John, don't worry, we'll talk about this later."

Then Fox looked at Victor and said, "Are you interested in signing a contract with our company?"

"Sign up? What does it mean?" Victor was stunned.

Fox looked at the busy workshop outside and said, "What is Hollywood's most lacking now? It's not money. I don't know how much hot money in the United States flows into this ghost place every day, nor is it a celebrity director. Everything about people is not a matter. Hollywood has never lacked people. What is missing? It lacks scripts."

Fox lit his pipe and said, "Victor, although you are young, you are a little plastic. The one who is proud of 20th Century Fox is not the stars, but the fact that there are more than 100 screenwriters under his command, and they are producing scripts every day. If you want, I can sign you."

This proposal is good, Victor is now worried about work.

"So, what's the treatment?" Victor straightforwardly.

"I just like dealing with you young people." Fox smiled and said, "The screenwriters in our company are divided into five levels, including intern screenwriters, third-class screenwriters, second-class screenwriters, first-class screenwriters, and finally the chief screenwriters. Of course, the treatment is different."

"What does it mean?" Victor didn't know the name.

John Ford explained: "Internship screenwriters are the lowest, mainly those young people who are interested in screenwriters but have no experience. They mainly study, do odd jobs, and serve senior screenwriters with a weekly salary of $40. If they perform well, especially write good scripts, they can be promoted. The highest chief screenwriter has more than a dozen people in Fox, each with a fixed income of $50,000 per year. In addition, they can participate in the dividends of the movie according to proportion."

Victor understood.

Is this the production assembly line? The underlying screenwriter is the target of exploitation, and the chief screenwriter not only receives good treatment, but also gains fame and fortune, but more importantly, he can also participate in the dividends of the box office of the movie. The amount of money here is huge. If the movie sells for a high price, then the money will be rolling.

"You can be an intern screenwriter and take your time." Fox smiled.

When he said this, he casually knocked the cigar in his hand, although there was no smoke on it.

Victor stood up and said, "I am very grateful to Mr. Fox for his respect for me. To be honest, I have no interest."

This old man is so damn cunning. Victor doesn't believe that Fox is a philanthropist. Such a person is very utilitarian. If the other party has no oil and water to squeeze, he probably won't even be able to give it to an intern screenwriter.

The reason for doing this is obviously because he is interested in Victor.

From this perspective, it also indirectly shows that Fox's opinion on the script just now was completely verbal.

"Victor, don't worry, you can consider it. This opportunity is good. If you have money, the most important thing is to have a chance. If you hone your skills, you will become the chief screenwriter in ten or eight years." John Ford advised.

Victor shook his head: "Uncle John, I really don't have this interest."

Ten years and eight years!? I, a director from later generations, came to you, how many resources and classic stories I have at hand, and maybe it will be a sensation. I will stay with you for ten years and eight years and be a hard-working intern screenwriter?

joke!

"Then, it's up to you." Fox spread his hands, without any regret.

"That's a pity." Victor smiled and picked up the script: "Since 20th Century Fox is not good, I can only try it elsewhere."

"No!" John Ford snatched it and said pitifully.

Fox was happy and looked at Victor: "Young man, you are still too young. Do you think you are the ones you write a script? "

"Isn't it my thing?" Victor was a little angry.

Fox shook his head: "Take this script as an example, you know that this script is adapted from a novel written by a screenwriter in our company. The novel has the copyright. Therefore, the story of your script belongs to us. Although you are a secondary creation, no film company will sign a contract with you without the permission of the original author, because this involves legal issues. Do you understand?"

In one sentence, Victor's forehead was filled with cold sweat.

He is worthy of being a Hollywood movie tycoon, so he is a fucking profiteer!

####

A book friend asked Audrey Hepburn if he would come out. Haha, as my favorite, what do you think?

Although he is only eleven years old, it is not contradictory, haha.

Before Hepburn appeared, there was a big star in his later generations, who was only a teenage girl, who would come out.
Chapter completed!