I’m in Hollywood

Jeff, the owner of the Italian restaurant, found that Eric seemed to be a different person these days. When entertaining guests, he is no longer as jerky as before, and occasionally he makes a few harmless jokes with the guests, and even once Jeff found that Eric was skilled in using a somewhat hippie but not offensive tone. , flirted with a single lady in her thirties, and got triple the lady's tip and an unabashed wink at the checkout.

Eric, did something good happen? I found that you've been... abnormal recently? During a break, Jeff finally couldn't help but ask. He was still very concerned about the child left by his old friend. concerned.

Is it obvious? Eric froze for a moment and asked.

Jeff smiled: Of course, it's literally written on your face.

Perhaps, it's because I found a goal to strive for. You know, once a person has an ideal, the whole person will become very excited.

Oh, what ideal, can you tell me about it?

Of course, Eric replied, I've decided that I'll be a director in the future. Now, I'm writing my first script recently, and I'll finish it in two days.

Director...Director? Jeff was a little surprised, subconsciously trying to persuade Eric not to be too ambitious, but then he remembered that this child had just gotten rid of the grief of his father's death, found a goal, or swallowed his own words. .

Eric's skin contained the soul of a middle-aged man. Jeff's face moved slightly, and Eric knew what he wanted to say, but he smiled and didn't care. After all, this is Hollywood, and every year tens of thousands of people from all over the world come here to pursue their movie dreams, but very few of them succeed. It's normal for Jeff to think this way.

That... When your script is finished, you can show it to me. You know, I also wanted to be an actor back then, don't look at me now, Jeff patted his huge beer belly, then continued Dao: I was very handsome back then. You know, I also auditioned for a small role in The Godfather. In the blink of an eye, it has been so many years.

Eric was a little dumbfounded. He didn't expect Jeff to have such a past, but he was relieved soon. This is Hollywood, the largest film factory in the world. Nothing is impossible. Woolen cloth.

No problem, you can give me some advice when the time comes. Eric replied, just enough to let Jeff help him see if there are any loopholes in the script.

Although Eric has tried his best to revise some things in the script that appeared after 1988, he cannot guarantee that there are no mistakes. And Jeff, as an outsider, can easily spot something out of place in the script.

The two chatted and laughed for a few more words. Several guests entered the restaurant. Eric hurriedly stepped forward to greet the guests.

A day's work passed quickly, Eric returned home, had a hurried dinner, and began to work on the Jurassic Park novel and script.

Jurassic Park is basically done, and now it's final proofreading. Eric plans to take the time tomorrow to make a few copies to submit to several publishers. The script just wrote an outline and some notes that need to be revised. To complete these, for Eric, who has a complete image in his mind, it only takes two nights to write the script.

The next morning, Eric left home after seven in the morning, intending to copy and mail Jurassic Park.

He has prepared the submission addresses of some famous North American publishing houses in advance. Of course, even if these large publishing houses reject Eric's manuscript, he will not be disappointed. You must know that there are as many as tens of thousands of large and small publishing houses in North America, and one of them will always be willing to publish this novel. Although Jurassic Park once topped the New York Times bestseller list, Eric didn't care about the royalties of Jurassic Park, but only wanted to hold the film and television copyright after the novel was published. in hand.

Hello, is there anything I can help you with? As soon as she walked into a printing shop, a thin black female clerk warmly greeted her.

Eric took out the manuscript from the bag and said, I want to make a few copies of this manuscript.

The black girl looked at the thick manuscript, her eyes lit up slightly, and the smile on her face became even brighter: Sir, can I have a look?

No problem, Eric handed the manuscript over.

The black girl didn't pay attention to the content of the manuscript, but counted the next pages skillfully: It's about three hundred pages, so it's 300 pages for you. Thirty dollars for each copy, sir, how many copies do you want to make? ?

Thirty dollars! The corners of Eric's mouth twitched slightly, and he sighed that it was so expensive. He only has a few hundred dollars in cash left, and this is still under the condition of a month's salary in advance.

After some cheeky haggling, the two agreed to make four copies for a hundred dollars. After paying the money, the black girl politely made Eric a cup of coffee, then took the manuscript and started copying.

Eric bored the coffee cup and watched the black girl operate the copier, secretly calculated the time, it would be completed in about half an hour, without delaying going to the restaurant to work. Although the restaurant didn't get really busy until after ten o'clock, even if he was late, Jeff's character would not deduct his salary, but friendship is friendship, work is work, and Eric knew that he wanted to maintain a good relationship with Jeff. , it is necessary to keep your duty.

After about ten minutes, the door of the printing shop was slightly dark, and Eric looked up and saw a brown-haired white man carrying a leather bag into the shop.

The man is about forty years old, less than 1.7 meters tall, but he looks very strong, with brown stubble on his chin, a high nose bridge, a pair of gold wire glasses, a slightly bald forehead, and a gentle and bookish temperament.

Welcome, sir, can you wait a moment?

The brown-haired man nodded, greeted Eric politely, and sat down beside Eric. The black girl temporarily stopped her work, and quickly poured a cup of coffee for the brown-haired man: Sir, it will be more than ten minutes, please have a cup of coffee first.

The brown-haired man took the coffee and thanked him. Following the figure of the black girl, he saw the thick stack of manuscripts, and his expression moved slightly. There were only three people in the store, and the man couldn't help but set his eyes on Eric.

I take the liberty to ask, is that your manuscript?

Eric nodded and said, Yes, a novel, I just finished it, and I plan to make a few copies for submission.

You look like a high school student, but it's amazing, I couldn't do that when I was your age.

Thank you, in fact, this is my first novel, and I don't have much confidence.

No, you have to believe in yourself. Well, can I read your novel? The brown-haired man said, took out a business card and handed it to Eric: Just in time, I have a small publishing house.

Eric took the business card and looked at it, Michael Claus, manager of the Night Elf Publishing House. Eric's eyebrows jumped, but luckily it wasn't Michael Crichton. Eric couldn't help but complain about the lack of creativity of Westerners in naming names. In Eric's high school class, there were two named Jack and two named Jessica, and the scope was expanded to the whole school. There are more famous people. Even the son was too lazy to have a new name when he was born, and called him Robert Downey Jr. or something, the same thing!

Anyway, if you look at it and you won't get pregnant, Eric took the copied manuscript and handed it to Michael Krauss. The other party took the manuscript, glanced at the title of the book, and said casually: Jurassic Park, a very interesting name.

Eric smiled slightly and did not answer. Michael Krause didn't say anything, just flipped through it. As the reading deepened, Michael's casual expression gradually became serious. Although he praised Eric just now, he did not think that Eric's age could write any wonderful novels. In his previous professional experience, almost all the authors of the best-selling books are people who are full of life experience and accumulated rich knowledge.

After reading the manuscript in his hand quickly and carefully, Michael carefully sorted out some scattered manuscripts, looked up at Eric, and his eyes were full of surprise, excitement, happiness, and a little bit of determination.

Young man, may I know your name?

Eric Williams, Eric replied directly without being pretentious. With his rich experience in his previous life, how could he not see what was in Michael's expression at this time. Although there is no plan to hand over Jurassic Park to a small publishing house for the time being, it does not prevent him from getting to know Michael Krause. In case Jurassic Park is really rejected by those well-known publishers, this is also an option.