Hollywood Road

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The sun had just climbed to the horizon and had not yet illuminated the gloomy Latin community. A van turned out of the T-junction and crashed into the narrow community road. Amidst the glare of countless people, it finally stopped at a dilapidated small building. In front of the building.

The person in the co-pilot picked up the phone and dialed a number and said loudly, "Boss, the car is here, you can get off."

This call seemed like a prelude to the opening. The originally quiet building was boiling instantly, and a strong man came out of the building carrying the packed boxes.

The last person who came out was a Latin man with dense tattoos on his hands. He reminded loudly, "You bastards, please pay attention to me. You must handle it with care. The boxes are all artworks!"

"Boss..." A bald black man walked to the back door of the truck, handed the box to the other person on it, turned his head and pulled out a smile, "Just put your heart in your stomach, can this little thing stump us? "

The sun rises from a small building behind the truck, and the scattered rays of light shone on the black man’s forehead, reflecting a little star. The black man smiled and his teeth looked exceptionally white, "Boss, I didn’t expect you to really know the movie. The boss of the company, tell Mr. Stanton, when will you let us appear in the movie."

Murphy took the briefcase and just walked out of the small building, "If you want, you can do it next month."

Hearing this, the black man was stunned. Murphy walked to Rose and said, "But without salary, without lines, he will be cut off."

There was a roar of laughter around, and the black man touched his head embarrassedly.

There were a lot of people and strength, and the few boxes were quickly moved. The truck started slowly and drove out of the Latin community towards Murphy's newly found house.

It's been almost a week since I returned to Los Angeles. Except for the complete transaction with Miramax Films, Murphy spent most of his time looking at the house with the real estate agent introduced by Robert. His request was a little bit more. It can also serve as his temporary residence, and the price shouldn't be too expensive. It took a while to find it. It was only yesterday that the official lease contract was signed.

This house is located on the border of Santa Monica and West Hollywood. On the outskirts of the valley area, it is an independent two-story building. The first floor is approximately 150 square meters in size and there are two independent bathrooms on the second floor. The bedroom and a study are in full compliance with Murphy's requirements.

It is located on a relatively good section of the road, the area of ​​the house is not small, of course the rent will not be cheap, Murphy has to pay five thousand five hundred US dollars a month, this is still the friendly price of Robert's face.

There is another point that Murphy likes. The house was originally the office of a small company. This company has just moved to an office building not long ago. Many old desks, chairs and equipment have been left behind. They were originally to be disposed of as waste. , Was bought by Murphy at an extremely low price.

The truck passed through West Hollywood, passed through the Santa Monica Green Zone, and went west along the road full of palm trees, and finally stopped in front of the detached house. Murphy's Ford followed and he stopped. Good car, greeted Rose who was driving in another car, and directed his hands to unload the car.

Pushing open the wrought iron gate and crossing the stone road less than thirty feet long, Murphy walked up the high steps, took out the key to open the door, beckoned to the back, and walked in first.

Through the entrance, it is a living room with a huge floor space, but there is no sofa or other furniture in the living room. Instead, it is occupied by more than a dozen desks with partitions. These are office equipment that Murphy received, and they look a bit old. However, before moving, he asked the housekeeping company to clean it again, and it looked neat and orderly.

"Here..."

He walked to the stairs from the living room to the second floor and opened a door. This was an underground storage room almost the size of the living room.

Except for a few useful things, such as notebooks, the moved items may not be used in a short period of time or even in the future.

These things can be put in the storage room first, and then he slowly sorts them out.

There are so many people and powerful. The move was completed quickly. Murphy took them to a nearby restaurant. Anyway, as the host, they have to take care of the meal.

Rose called him back last night and heard Murphy talk about moving, and brought this group of people over.

In the restaurant, other people sit together to enjoy barbecue, Murphy and Rose sit in a stand alone, eating and chatting.

"so……"

Hearing Murphy talking about his experience at the Saint-Denis Film Festival, Rose looked up in surprise, "You invested more than 300,000 dollars in the film, and finally sold a million dollars?"

"Yes," Murphy said vaguely, chewing on the fragrant barbecue. "It won't be long before you should be able to see this movie in the theater."

This film is small in size, and Miramax Film will not invest too much resources. After a simple publicity, it will be promoted to the theater market, and later into TV broadcast and video tape channels.

"The profit is so high?" Rose frowned, with a thoughtful look on the scarred face. "The input-output ratio is amazing."

Murphy swallowed the food in his mouth, "It's just good luck, bad luck, the three hundred thousand dollars may become waste paper."

"No, no," Rose put down the knife and fork, raised his finger and shook it. "If it is luck once, so many times are added together, it can't be explained by luck."

Since I met Murphy in jail, Rose has never been able to count on how many unexpected things he has done.

Murphy smiled, suddenly changed the subject, and shouted to a few people at the other table, "When my film is released, I invite you to go to the movies together."

There was another laughter over there. The bald black man was obviously an active person. He asked loudly, "Can you find some beautiful actresses to accompany you? Don't you say that there are so many beautiful Hollywood girls?"

Raising a hand, Murphy raised a **** to that side.

The laughter sounded again.

Murphy shook his head and turned back to find that Rose on the other side was still thinking.

"You will continue to make movies?" Rose looked at him and asked, "Really?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Murphy took a sip from the water glass, and then changed into the same tone as before, "My future is in Hollywood."

Rose did not tease and ridicule any more, but solemnly asked, "Are there any new film plans?"

"Have some thoughts." Murphy has always regarded him as his best friend, and he doesn't hide it.

Nodding lightly, Rose said without warning, "I can invest in your new movie."

Murphy was surprised, and didn't expect Rose to have such an idea.