Seven Hundred and Seven - a Good Father.

Wayne returned to the farm in Ventura County, on the one hand to avoid the media, and on the other hand, to put a little pressure on Warner Bros., hoping that they could deal with some things as soon as possible.

There is no doubt that the most important aspect is that, as he said, he is learning how to be a basically qualified father.

Little Fundy likes to stay on the farm because there are grandparents who love her and stay with her, and there are all kinds of animals that make her full of curiosity. Once she returned to Los Angeles, she had to face her parents who disappeared most of the time due to work.

This situation will basically not change much in the past few years, so all Wayne can do is try to remember what the old Greenberg did back then, and then spend more time with his baby while he has time. daughter.

He liked the way his daughter looked at him, as if she were looking at a superman who knew everything. Her big round eyes shone with the unique admiration of a child.

"You promised our little princess that you would take her on a trip to Galveston?"

"Bang" and "bang" were heard twice in a row. Old Greenberg threw away the revolver with one hand in an elegant manner, and several orange-yellow bullet casings were immediately thrown out. While taking out bullets from his pocket, he lowered his head and stuffed it into the huge revolver. He glanced at his son beside him and asked casually.

"When I was reading to Fendi last night, it seemed that I really promised her." He tilted his head and recalled for a moment, Wayne's voice was filled with uncertainty.

Galveston is a port city located in the southeastern United States, less than 100 kilometers away from Houston. Backed by a metropolitan area, close to the Gulf of Mexico, and enjoying a subtropical climate, Galveston has become a well-known tourist destination.

When Wayne was a child, his father once took him on a crazy road trip. The destination of that road trip was the tourist resort of Galveston.

"uh-huh?"

After reloading the bullet, Old Greenberg turned the bullet skillfully and looked up at the target hanging on the tree not far ahead. "You also promised Fundy that you would take her camping in Big Bend National Park?"

'boom! ’

The iron target hanging on a big tree not far away, with a huge roar, seemed to be grasped by some huge force in an instant, and it was twisted out of shape.

It can be seen that the iron target was almost torn to pieces, with a hole the size of a small bowl broken in the middle. Sawdust flew across the maple tree where the target was hung. When the huge roar disappeared, only the broken target swinging back and forth and a big hole in the maple tree were left.

"fxxk! You little bastard."

Old Greenberg was obviously taken aback. He quickly turned his head and looked at his son angrily.

At this time, Wayne still held the gun with both hands without moving. The expression on his face clearly told his father that he was also shocked. He did not expect the power and movement of this gun to be far away. Super estimated.

"Hey, Dad, at least I hit something this time, didn't I?"

Shrugging awkwardly, Wayne slowly put down the huge revolver in his hand under his father's angry gaze, but he was still stubbornly explaining the author's explanation. "This is the 21-year-old gift you gave me. This is the first time it has actually fired..."

"Shit!"

Looking at the six-inch version of the Colt Python in his son's hand, Old Greenberg gasped, turned and walked out of the woods.

"Hey, Dad, I still remember what you said when you handed this guy to me on my 21st birthday." Wayne followed behind his father, with a look of great enjoyment on his face, and started chattering. "You want me to use this gun, which is most suitable for men to play, to protect my mother and my children in the future. Look, I just practiced shooting once. I swear, I definitely didn't mean to shock your ears with it... ....”

"Son, if you say one more thing, I will use the big guy in your hand to shoot you..."

The woods where the two of them were located were just a few hundred meters behind the villa. This was where they usually played with guns. Sergey stayed outside the woods and waited. What the Russian-born Xiong saw at this time was an angry old cowboy walking quickly out of the forest, followed by a chattering young man.

"Hi boss, hi Ruben."

Seeing them coming out, Sergey stepped forward with his long legs and asked curiously: "I heard the sound of the Colt Python. It is definitely the largest model. That thing is a miniature hand cannon. What did you hit with that thing? A bear? A tiger?"

"Damn it, Mr. former special forces instructor, take care of that big thing in your boss's hands. I already regret giving him this gift."

Old Greenberg touched his ears with lingering fear, looked up at Sergey, and said loudly: "Don't take that thing out of the farm. I suggest that if you want to take it out, you'd better help us." Mr. Greenberg keeps it.”

Obviously, apart from giving this gun to his son, Old Greenberg himself has never played with it over the years. The power of this gun is a bit too much.

That's right, this thing is not suitable for daily entertainment or daily use at all, because the power of that thing is a bit excessive. Even a bear will never be able to withstand a bullet from it. Wayne and Sergey looked at each other, and both of them smiled.

This gun had just been on the market for a year, so Old Greenberg used his connections to buy it as a gift to his son. This double-action revolver, designed and produced by the American Colt Company, is usually used. 44 Magnum ammunition, almost any mammal will most likely turn into minced meat if shot.

"That's right, kid!"

Old Greenberg recalled the chat he had just had with his son, and turned around and said, "Traveling to Galveston and camping in Big Bend National Park were all good ideas that I had a hard time coming up with back then, and they look great now. It’s timeless, isn’t it? But, how are you going to fulfill your promise to little Fendi?”

"Well......"

For a moment, Wayne was really confused. He is not as free as his father, Ruben Greenberg, who has a lot of time to travel with his children. You know, there are countless jobs waiting for him to solve in Los Angeles.

"You'd better think about how to explain it to Fendi in advance..."

Glancing at his son proudly, Old Greenberg whistled, leisurely picked up his pipe and walked towards the rough log villa. Only Wayne, who had a headache, and the Russian bear who was carefully petting the Colt Python were left in place.

He could only stay at the farm for three to five days at most, and Wayne counted the time silently. After this week, even if Warner Bros. doesn't come to urge him, Peter Jackson and John Gray will return to Los Angeles after September. By then, large-scale auditions for "Lord of the Rings" will begin, and he can't let go of these. .

There are also some projects of Greenberg Studio that will be launched one after another in a short period of time. By then, many things will not be able to bypass his boss.

"Sergey, tell me, if I take Fendi and camp on the grass in front of the villa tonight, does that count as fulfilling a father's promise?" He shook his head helplessly and looked at the Russian bear. He joked to himself.

Sergey pouted. "It's better than doing nothing and letting our little princess disappoint her father..."

"Okay, let's do it." Wayne muttered, shaking his fist vigorously.

After speaking, he looked at his father's back. At this time, he already understood that the old Greenberg did much better than he does now. This rough-looking father never missed any of his childhood growth. On the contrary, he also left himself enough wonderful childhood memories.

In an instant, many memories naturally came to mind. He still remembered that when he was thirteen or fourteen, the old Greenberg gave him a Playboy magazine, and leaned on the bedside, talking to him about which girl in the class was the cutest, and about young talents. Some beautiful love fantasies.

'Wayne, if you still want to realize your ideal, you must not let any girl get pregnant before the age of seventeen. ’

‘How to prevent a girl from getting pregnant? Two ways, one is not to have sex, and two is to take the right protective measures, such as a damn little umbrella. ’

'Wayne, my experience tells me that on the way to realizing your ideal, you must not get any girl pregnant early, no matter how much you like her! ’

‘Ah ha, boy, do you want to talk to me about your love? Do you have a cute girl you like? ’

The various suggestions given by Old Greenberg on that night kept coming to his mind. Looking back now, Wayne clearly knew that as a father, Old Greenberg obviously did an excellent job.

"Boss, boss!"

Sergey, who was like a human bear, stretched out his hand and pushed his boss, tilted his head and looked at him, somewhat curious as to why he was suddenly stunned.

With a smile filled with fond memories, Wayne turned his head to look at the Russian bear in surprise and asked, "What?"

He raised the revolver in his hand to signal. The gun did not look too big at this time against the strong arm of the Russian bear. "I just wanted to ask, should you keep this gun on the farm, or should I take it with you?"

"Take it for me. This is my 21-year-old gift, the most precious gift. Help me keep it." At this time, Wayne thought of many details that he had ignored, especially about the wonderful relationship with his father. Recalling it, he said with a smile: "I am going to use this big gun to protect our little Fendi in the future."

Both of them knew that this was obviously a joke. The symbolic meaning of this gun was more important, and there was basically no chance of actual combat. The two smiled at each other and walked towards the villa together.

In fact, it was only after coming here that Wayne learned that many rumors were untrue. Objectively speaking, it is like the controversial issue of gun control.

In his previous life on the Internet, this was a very typical and low-level lie. Many public intellectuals pretending to be ignorant would use this as a gimmick. They say that the right to bear arms in the United States is a guarantee of civil liberties and a sacred right granted by the Second Amendment to the Constitution. In fact, it is all nonsense.

Why do you say this? In fact, there are several very well-known judicial cases behind it, very cruel judicial cases.

The most famous one happened when a girl was resting in her house. They heard that a neighbor was being raped in the next room. Then the two girls immediately climbed to the roof and called. emergency call.

The police arrived in less than five minutes, but the police didn't even stop the car. They circled the house twice and then ran away!

As a result, the two girls who called the police were also discovered by the perpetrators in the room. The two of them were held at gunpoint and tortured crazily.

Afterwards, the two girls insisted on continuing to sue. The lawsuit continued until it attracted the attention of numerous media. The explanation given by the North American court was: The police have no obligation to protect you before a crime occurs. The reason is simple, because when the police arrived, the criminal's violation of the two girls who called the police had not yet occurred!

The judicial interpretation is very clear. Because the crime has not yet occurred, the police have no obligation to protect you. The police's law enforcement power can only take effect after the violation occurs. Therefore, even though this lawsuit attracted the attention of the whole of North America, the court did not continue to accept the complaints of the two girls!

With extensive media coverage and widespread public attention, all ordinary people have realized an important thing. The North American judicial system does not assume the obligation to protect the people. In other words, the North American judiciary does not assume the responsibility of protecting the general public before a crime occurs.

It is against this background that everyone is buying guns like crazy. Various rifle associations, shotgun associations and other organizations have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Behind the crazy purchase of guns, it is extremely in line with the interests of certain powerful capital groups. These large arms capital have been directing their offensive to the highest judicial institutions, resulting in a tacit understanding that citizens are legal and free to hold guns.

In fact, for decades, the highest judicial institutions and government agencies have been unclear about this issue. Holding a gun is a right that an individual citizen should have. When was this bill recognized by the judiciary? Year 2008!

It was not until 2008 that the highest judicial body gave a clear explanation for the first time, telling ordinary people in North American states that holding a gun is an individual right. The Donner case was the first time that the Individual Gun Rights Act was applied to all of North America.

Therefore, things are not at all like the rumors on the Internet. North America did not recognize the legality of personal gun ownership before 2008. This is the most ironic.

There is also a widely circulated saying. There have been rumors that the reason why people in North America are crazy about buying guns is because they think that if bad guys have guns, they must have them, because we have to use the guns in our hands to protect ourselves from bad guys. The right to harm.

But the general fact is that this land is really scary. Shootings continue every day, and all kinds of conflicts come without any reason. But if you say it's not scary, it makes sense, because the bad guys in North America are really unique in their ways.

Where most bad guys in North America live, each city is clearly divided into sections. Normally, these gang members can cause trouble as much as they like, and the police will not care about them. It would be better if they all die. Basically It is a state of self-destruction.

What's even more special is that most of the "bad guys" in North America are not bad with brains. They are purely a combination of animal savagery, ignorance and stupidity. The gang members, with Nico as the main body, do things regardless of the consequences, because they don't know what consequences are.

Don't try to understand. A simpler way is to think of them all as a group of stupid animals fighting each other for food, mating rights, or simply for fighting spirit. Normal people will definitely not explain to animals. Don't kill each other. They will go to jail and get shot!

So, in this land, if you are not a successful person or an elite, it is best to do your homework in advance where to go, which areas are Nicotine neighborhoods and neighborhoods of colored people that you cannot go to, and which areas are middle-class neighborhoods and rich neighborhoods. You can go, it’s not difficult at all to make this kind of plan.

Don't wander around in dangerous neighborhoods. There is a high probability that you will not be in danger of being shot. If you do this and still get shot, then you can only blame your bad luck. After all, God not only protects good people, but also accepts them. Isn’t it the prayer of a “bad guy”?

There are actually many Internet impressions like this about gun holding and shooting. For example, people outside of North America have the impression that the NBA is the world's first-class sports league. In fact, basketball, in the ranking of major sports leagues here, is more difficult to rank in the top three, and sometimes it is squeezed out.

Wayne has noticed the strange perceptions of the people around him since he was a child. Most people think that basketball is a sport only played by old ladies. This is the initial impression that many boys have in their minds these days, because even tough guys run away. Went to play rugby...

But what is the epitome of basketball in the 1990s? To describe it in one sentence, it was like bringing a ball during the duel! Even so, basketball has not become a tough guy sport in the minds of most people in North America!

Of course, this is just a common statement. Every industry has no shortage of die-hard fans and great figures, just like Hollywood, the dream factory.

"... Handsome appearance, cruel and beautiful lens language, constantly changing celebrity girlfriends, the faith of countless young people, a fantastic legendary director, seemingly endless controversies along the way, and God's preference. This is Wayne Greenberg."

At night, except for the occasional braying of cows and horses, there was only silence in the farm. In front of the rough log villa, lights flickered in a large tent. Little Fendi's light green eyes widened, leaning on her father's arms, listening curiously to Bella Grant reading the newspaper.

Three bully dogs surrounded a few people, sticking out their tongues and panting. Their very special mouths opened and grinned directly to the ears, as if they were smiling, full of ugly and cute temperament.

"The fans may be here for a surprise, maybe they are here for the charming dark storm, maybe they are here for a person." Seeing that both father and daughter were listening attentively, Bella Grant secretly said: He curled his lips and continued to read the "Movie" in his hand crisply.

"In the past eight years, this belief of movie fans has never changed. If you ask them, they will tell you that there are only two kinds of directors in the world, Wayne Greenberg and others..."

After years of baptism, he has actually become accustomed to the media's praise of Wayne in different ways. But at this moment, when his daughter was leaning in his arms, with admiration shining in her eyes, he suddenly felt that what those reporters wrote was really good.

As designed, little Fendi is a very easy-to-satisfy girl. When her father told her that she could go camping tonight, she immediately forgot about her father's bragging and never talked about her trip to Galveston or Big Bend National Park. camping.

"Okay, okay, Bella."

Wayne waved his hand to stop the beauty editor from continuing reading. "There is no need to read the various box office figures that follow. Those are of little significance to Fendi."

"Boy, little Fendi looks at you now as if he were looking at a superman."

Bella Grant shrugged and said helplessly: "I bet that even though she couldn't understand what she just said, she could understand that he was praising you crazily."

"Hmm, isn't this what it should be? This report is well written. Maybe I can contact this editor when I go back and have some long-term cooperation in the future."

"ha?"

In front of the children, Bella Grant resisted the urge to swear, rolled her eyes at the man, stood up and prepared to get out of the tent, leaving a small space for the father and daughter. "I'll go back and rest. You should read fairy tales to our little princess."

"Thank you,. Thank you for staying with us tonight."

"You're welcome, you'll be a good father, boy."

"..."