In fact, Jimmy regretted it soon after signing the contract with Wayne. Maybe the genius mentioned by Professor Anderson is just a genius in learning?

He had seen some experimental short films shot by Wayne, including a large number of bloody shots and dark themes, which made him feel uncomfortable. Just when he had basically given up on Wayne, he received another call from him today.

"It's not that kind of experimental movie, I did the complete plan and script this time. It's a real feature film, and I need to use it to make my graduation movie."

Wayne knew that he felt bad about the other party, otherwise he would not have contacted him for several months. However, the other party was still a qualified agent, at least he had asked him to help rent equipment and so on before, but the other party did not refuse.

"You want to shoot a feature film? Wayne, I have to remind you that shooting a feature film is completely different from the things you did before. This is not something you can do alone. Well, who do you need me to recruit for you?"

Jimmy reminded him seriously that when he saw his firm eyes, he felt that these were not what he should care about, that he was just his agent.

"I will contact you in a few days. I need basic crew members, lighting, makeup, props, sets, and I can take photos myself. Of course, I don't need those famous in the industry. I can't afford their salary, just find a professional one."

"Ok, caa has everything you need. Are you going to accumulate crew and produce it independently?"

"Yes, so I have to raise funds for filming first. I hope a company will invest in me. I only work as a director, but it is basically unlikely."

Jimmy heard his words and resisted the urge to roll her eyes, drank all the coffee in one sip, took out the money and pressed it under the cup.

"Okay, I'll wait for your phone call. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Wayne watched Jimmy walk out of the cafe. He might feel like he was talking crazy? He also pressed the money under the cup, got up and went out to sit in the car. He looked at the file bag in the passenger seat.

After finalizing the script and project, the most important point is to raise funds for shooting. As the teacher said, many old directors are stuck at this step.

Do those directors who run around every day to make money have no talent? This is actually a vicious circle. No one will invest in you before you prove your ability, and you have no investment and cannot prove your ability.

He has aged nearly 60 in his two lives. He understands that funds are the most important. If you have all the conditions for success, you only have the conditions for success. If you don’t have the money to produce it, you only have the conditions for success. There are many Hollywoods that meet this conditions.

Driving downstairs to the apartment, he went upstairs to take a packed box of information and put a few pieces of clothes in the car. Then he drove straight to Ventura County in the Greater Los Angeles area, where Wayne's home was.

Ventura County is similar to Orange County, and is mainly suburbs, with major development and growth through Los Angeles. However, in the north of the county, there are large areas of undeveloped Los Padres National Forest, where Wayne's Farm is located.

The central and southern parts of the county were originally small towns along the Pacific coast, but since the expansion of Highway 101 in the United States to the San Fernando Valley, the cities involved in the master plan began to develop rapidly, and the urbanization level of the entire county became increasingly higher.

The San Fernando Valley here is another film and television industry base in North America. However, unlike Hollywood, the films shot here are all the same for adults to watch, *****.

The key is that the scale of this industry is larger than that of Hollywood, which has a global market. Behind each film and television company, there is the shadow of North American capital, and you can imagine how profitable it is.

There was country music in the car, and he drove along the highway, considering whether he had prepared enough and whether he had not considered it.

I soon arrived at Los Padres National Forest in Ventura County. He grew up on a farm next to this forest since he was a child. Looking at the plants in the fields and the cattle in the distance, it has never changed. This has always been a place where people can calm down.

After entering the farm and greeting several cowboys along the way, Wayne parked his car in front of a wooden villa.

My father sat on the lounge chair under the porch, holding a pipe in his mouth and two golden retrievers lying on his feet. Seeing him open the car door and get out of the car, the two dogs rushed around him.

"Dad, where is mom? I have something to discuss with you when I come back this time."

Wayne rubbed the dog hard and sat next to his father.

"Well, your mom is preparing dinner. I heard that she had learned to stew beef with potatoes. There was a guy in the cattle herd always provocatively fighting. Yesterday I asked James to put him down."

Old Greenberg looked at his son. This time he came back, he seemed to be thinner than before. He hoped that he hadn't touched those banned drugs. He understood young people. Old Greenberg also smoked some leaf cigarettes when he was young, so he was afraid that Wayne would touch those.

"While mom is making dinner, dad, let's go to your study, I have something to talk to you."

He held the thing he had moved out of the car and called his father, and went to the study on the second floor, which was also his father's work room. There was a row of old-fashioned hunting rifles in this room, and a huge deer-headed specimen hung on the wall.

After my father sat at the oak table, he took out a huge revolver and rubbed it skillfully. Since he moved to the farm here, Old Greenberg has been particularly fond of hunting and guns. No matter what he does, he cannot do without guns.

"Tell me, what do you want to talk to me? Don't tell me which girl you've made the belly bigger. I might consider using this to post it to you."

He looked at his father helplessly. He had been here for so many years, but he was still unable to adapt to American father-son communication. He would never forget that when he was thirteen, his father came to his room at night, gave him a playboy magazine, and taught him a healthy surname.

"Dad, look at this, I did it."

Wayne opened the file bag and handed the script and plan to his father.

The father took the plan first and put the thick script aside. Seeing his son taking out these, Old Greenberg already understood what was going on, this was about a father-son agreement.

He didn't have toys and pocket money since he was a child. He helped his father clean his gun every weekend, hunted him, and watched football with him until he went to Los Angeles to go to college. The price was that his father had to take out some money and invest in one of his movies after Wayne graduated.

After reading the plan, Old Greenberg picked up the script and flipped it out. He just read it briefly and put down the script.

"Listen, Wayne. My set is outdated. When I was a producer, I was just before you were five years old. I have never been in contact with this industry again in the years. If you want that money, I will contact an accountant tomorrow, but you only have one chance. If you mess up, I will help you find an internship in a company."

Old Greenberg looked at his son seriously. Perhaps he could only give money if he could support his son.

"Dad, what about your opinion? If you follow the past when you opened a film company, will this project get your investment?"

He did get the investment he promised since childhood, but he wanted to know more if his father would invest in this project if he was still a producer.

My father thought about it and said to him:

"If you come from my perspective, you won't get investment. Although your plan is done well and you don't need much money, I will never invest in a novice like you, probably nothing at all.

Maybe you can vote for a few small companies, but don't have any fantasies. Listen, I'll pay for your first movie, just because your surname is Greenberg, and there's no second reason."

Wayne was not disappointed when he heard this. He had long thought that this circle was like this. This was what his father said more tactfully. If it were a film company, he would probably not have seen the executives. It would be great to let him put down the script and plan and go back to wait for news.

"Okay, I'll show my mom later, maybe she can give me some advice. Dad, you know how long I've been preparing for this day, and I don't want any problems."

"Of course, I sometimes think you may be too anxious. Maybe you can wait after graduation and go to a crew worker first. After studying and working for a few years, you have enough experience before making your own movies."

How could he not be anxious? Seeing that 1991 was coming soon, he knew that every year, he would have less chances.

"Okay, I'll go see how mom's beef is doing and put things back in my room."

Wayne returned to the room at the end of the second-floor corridor with the box in his arms. Just like when he left, his mother should have helped him clean it frequently. There was still a small nest he used to make for the two golden retrievers at the foot of the big bed, but it must be useless now, they are too big.

The whole house is simple and warm. There is a desk next to the balcony. There is a wooden bookshelves standing next to it. In addition to a few books, there are also Wayne's toys when he was a child, various comic books and a guitar.

The box he brought back sealed the experimental short films he had taken in college in recent years, about seven or eight video tapes, tearing open the tape of the box, Wayne also placed the video tape neatly in the bookshelf, took a look with satisfaction, then closed the door and went downstairs to the kitchen.

"Mom, I smelled the fragrance before I entered the door."

His mother looked much younger than his father. She was from English, about 1.75 meters tall, with a head of blonde hair tied on her head, and was stirring in the pot with a spoon.

"Oh, Hani, how are you doing at school? I watched the beef stewed with potatoes on TV, and it seems I didn't mess it up."

The mother put down the spoon and turned around and hugged him.

"It's still the same, and the credits are enough, but I told the professor this year that I will use the rest of my time to shoot my graduation work."

"You will definitely become a big director in the future. You will be the pride of your mother. Go ahead and call your dad over and tell him that the meal will start soon. If he is still fiddling with those broken guns, I will throw away all his toys."

"Hey, my dear, I've come down. It seems you're going to find another reason to throw away my collection."
Chapter completed!