Seven Hundred and Nineteen - You Have to Earn Money and Spend Money if You Have Life!

Throughout Hollywood, no large-scale production crew has ever been harmonious. The operating rules here are power constraints and money first. Therefore, after the era of big studios, a producer-centered industry standard has been formed.

But a small crew, ranging from dozens to hundreds of people, is completely a small society that brings together people of all races. Therefore, the power struggle in every crew is inevitable, especially between directors and producers, the struggle for voice is an eternal theme.

Don't think that John Gray is easy to talk to. He himself represents the absolute power granted by the employer. Perhaps when facing Wayne, he is indeed a pseudo-producer who only does his job silently and cooperates with the director's creation. But if the collaborator is replaced by Peter Jackson, he will naturally become the most common powerful beast in the industry.

The one who gave him the power was none other than the two investors Wayne and Warner Bros. They needed John Gray to control the crew to ensure that "The Lord of the Rings" would not follow Peter Jackson's temper and cause overspending, Overdue, confusing directions and other signs of errors.

From the beginning of the preparations for "Lord of the Rings" to now, it can be said that the fat man from New Zealand has long been fed up with the producer's control, but he has no choice but to compromise. As long as he wants to continue to be a director, it is necessary. Working under the constraints of a producer.

At least until he achieves a higher status in the industry, he will face the same situation no matter which commercial project he works on.

Therefore, even if the two of them showed a certain degree of harmony when they faced Wayne together, their private relationship was still not harmonious. Not to mention friends, it's not even an ordinary colleague relationship. After all, Peter Jackson wants more voice and greater creative freedom, which inherently conflicts with John Gray's own job.

After enduring it for nearly a year, Peter Jackson felt relieved from the inside out when he saw John Gray's pig liver-like expression.

The atmosphere in the entire audition room was very strange. Wayne, the investor and producer of the "Lord of the Rings" crew, had no expression on his face, leaning on his chair and smoking silently. John Gray, the other actual person in charge of the crew, looked like a piece of pig liver, as if he hadn't reacted for a while, and his face was full of surprise, disbelief and other emotions.

Director Peter Jackson seemed to be unable to hide the joy on his face. He quietly sat back in the director's seat, lowered his head and flipped through the actors' resumes in front of him.

Of the two assistant directors on the crew, one was carefully adjusting the camera, and the other was trying his best to signal the other assistants with his eyes. The Internet conveyed certain information like watching a good show.

"Okay, well, you're right, Wayne."

After dozens of seconds passed, John Gray seemed to have figured out something. He suddenly took a long breath, looked at the man sitting next to him and smoked calmly, and said: "I will contact Charlize as soon as possible - Theron’s agent to conduct relevant negotiations.”

"Well, the principle remains the same, John."

No one expected that Wayne would completely ignore John Gray's face. He held the cigarette with his fingers, tapped it twice on the table, and ordered in a commanding tone: "I don't care how you talk about it." , but the main creators who want to join the crew of "Lord of the Rings" only have one criterion: they must be obedient, professional, and willing to accept the salary offered by the crew."

"I understand." John Gray responded with his head lowered. "I will fully convey your meaning to the company."

"That's your business!"

After all, this is not a competition for the right to speak. According to common sense, Wayne should give John Gray a certain amount of respect. Even if he wants to show his authority as a manager, he should do it in private. After all, there are many staff members in the audition room.

There are never airtight walls in Hollywood. Everyone in the room has already guessed that by tomorrow, this incident will spread throughout the entire crew, the entire Warner Studio, and even the entire Los Angeles.

But no one thinks that Wayne did something wrong, and no one will accuse him. No one can deny that when he wants to turn his back on others, more than 99% of the practitioners in the industry have to be willing Lowering his head, this is the truest expression of class in Hollywood.

"Peter."

Hearing Wayne's cry, Peter Jackson tried his best to endure it and not let his happiness show too obviously. He turned to look behind him and shrugged, indicating that he was listening.

"Continue the audition, what follows is..."

"Legolas-Greenleaf!"

No one can guess what Wayne was thinking and why he hit John Gray lightly or hard during the audition, but the effect was very significant. In the subsequent auditions, the Warner Bros. producer People seem to be more and more low-key.

The drowsy audition work lasted for a whole day, and this was less than half of the work. Similar work would continue for at least two or three days.

After the day's work was over and the two producers left, the atmosphere in the audition room seemed to suddenly come to life. Mark Ashton, the assistant director who had been in charge of controlling the camera, packed up the camera equipment and looked at Peter next to him - jackson.

"Boss, why do you think Wayne Greenberg..."

"Who knows." Peter Jackson shrugged and said casually: "Normal people can't guess what big people like them think."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Another assistant director, Richard Barker, suddenly whistled. "Yes, who knows when those big shots will fall out, right?"

Several people had gloating smiles on their faces, and obviously no one wanted to see the always-powerful producer John Gray frustrated.

"Seriously, boss." Pressing the lens cover of the camera hard, Mark Ashton put away the smile on his face and asked doubtfully: "Isn't John Gray Wayne Greenberg's old partner? ?Why still..."

Hearing the assistant director's doubts, Peter Jackson shook his head with a smile and whispered: "Remember, a partner is a partner, and a partner is not a friend! These are two very different relationships, don't get them confused. !”

Let alone being partners, even if the two parties have a good friendship in private, once their own interests are involved, they will still show no mercy at all.

Peter Jackson knew very well that according to various rumors in the past, Wayne was by no means an easy-to-talk gentleman. He may be able to smile to the handymen on the set, but this does not mean that he is easy to get along with. More rumors have always shown that Wayne Greenberg has always been a domineering tyrant.

Assistant director Richard Buck curled his lips and said in a sinister tone: "Mark, don't forget Wayne Greenberg's nickname in the industry."

“The black pearl in Hollywood’s movie crown?”

"F**k, it's a dark lunatic!" Shaking his head helplessly, Richard Buck cursed.

Mark Ashton frowned, glanced at Peter Jackson, and murmured in a low voice: "I don't think John Gray would swallow his anger like this. Don't forget how domineering he was to us in New Zealand. Look at it. Well, he will definitely complain to Warner Brothers. I’m afraid it’s not necessarily what happened..."

"Come on, Mark."

Hearing his mumbling, Peter Jackson showed a smile on his lips, but the smile was full of sarcasm. "Do you think Warner Bros. would risk offending Wayne Greenberg for one of its executives? Also, don't forget, John Gray can be the producer of "The Lord of the Rings" because Wayne nodded, who do you think gave him his power?!"

The gossip in the audition room would naturally not reach the ears of John Gray, but the assistant director of "Lord of the Rings" was right about one thing. The producer called Warner Bros. as soon as he finished work. A phone call from one of my brother’s senior executives.

No one can deny that his first task in the crew is to ensure that the interests of Warner Bros. are not threatened.

However, the result was not satisfactory. Faced with John Gray's remarks, a certain Warner Bros. executive on the phone just said one sentence. "If you feel that listening to you for "The Lord of the Rings" will have a higher success rate than listening to Wayne Greenberg's opinions, I will help you communicate with Wayne. Otherwise, just do your job!"

The matter spread quite quickly. As soon as Wayne returned to the office, Nina had heard about it first.

"Boss, did you hit John?" After packing all of Wayne's personal belongings into her briefcase one by one, the assistant glanced at Charlize Theron on the sofa and asked seemingly casually. .

"He needs to figure out his position!" After waving his hand, Wayne obviously had no desire to continue talking about this matter and sat down on the sofa, ready to wait for Nina to pack her things before leaving get off work.

He casually took out the cigarettes in his pocket, crossed his legs and lit one, then raised a hand and rubbed it vigorously on both sides of his forehead. A whole day of audition work also made him feel dizzy.

Charlize Theron acted very sensible. She immediately stood up and walked behind him, patted the big hands on both sides of the man's forehead, and let the man's head rest on her chest. Her white fingers kept massaging the man. forehead.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

What sounded at the same time was the crisp sound of South African diamonds.

Wayne closed his eyes and muttered: "Well, that's a good technique..."

"Clang, clang, clang."

Just as Nina packed everything and was about to tell her boss that she could leave, the office door was lightly knocked. She tilted her head in confusion, glanced at the two people on the sofa, took a few steps to the door and opened it.

"...I'm sorry, Mr. Greenberg needs to rest. If there's anything else, it's best to talk about it tomorrow. Okay, if you insist, just wait."

The assistant lady obviously had no intention of opening the door. After speaking to the visitor intermittently, she turned her head and looked into the office. "Boss, Ms. Liv Taylor, wants to ask you to have dinner."

"Ah ha, interesting..."

Sitting on the sofa, Wayne squinted his eyes and waved to the assistant lady without hesitation. "Just say I have an appointment, maybe next time."

"Mr. Greenberg, sorry, Mr. Greenberg, I have something very important to talk to you about."

No one expected that Liv Tyler squeezed past Nina and squeezed directly into the office. Then, without looking at Charlize Theron behind the sofa, he stared at Wayne and said eagerly: "Mr. Greenberg, I want to talk to you about the role of the Elf Princess..."

"Ms. Taylor."

Wayne's expression did not change. He squinted at the woman who came in. Before the woman could finish speaking, he simply refused: "The crew will notify your agent of the results of the audition within three days. It's off duty now, okay?" "

"Well......"

When Liv Taylor heard what he said, she clenched the corner of her clothes with her right hand. It could be seen that her expression changed several times in an instant. Obviously, she did not expect to be rejected outright. At least before she walked into this office, she was still extremely confident about her face and figure.

"Excuse me, Mr. Greenberg, can I talk to you alone for a few words."

After saying that, she glanced nervously at Nina and Charlize Theron, and finally turned her gaze back to the strong face on the sofa.

"If you have anything to say, just say it. I have a date later."

After stubbing out the cigarette in the ashtray, Wayne frowned slightly and said unceremoniously.

Gritting her teeth hard, Liv Taylor moved her lips a few times, looked at the other two women in the room again, she seemed to have made up her mind, looked at Wayne and said: "I need this role, Mr. Greenberg, I want to I understand what it takes to get this role."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Ms. Taylor."

Shaking his head helplessly, Wayne pointed at Nina and motioned to the assistant to pick up her briefcase and prepare to leave. "There is no red sofa here, okay? As for this role, the crew will make full and comprehensive considerations. I respect you very much, and I hope you can respect me too. That's it."

This is inconsistent with the rumors in the circle! Liv Taylor only had this idea at this time, which was running wildly in her mind. Even when she was politely invited out of the office by Nina and watched blankly as Wayne and his party left, doubts were still lingering in her mind.

It wasn't until her agent came to her side that Liv Taylor came back to her senses and had doubts about her figure and face for the first time. At the same time, a deep sense of frustration and humiliation arose from the bottom of her heart.

"Liv, how are you? Do you need me to make a reservation at a restaurant? What time did you and Wayne Greenberg make an appointment..."

"Mo**er f**ker!?"

A sharp curse word came out of Liv Tyler's mouth, which startled the agent. Then before the agent could react, she raised her foot and stomped on the ground a few times. "son of a b***h! f**k! Let's give up this character!"

The agent opened his mouth in disbelief. "What!?"

"I said, let's give up this role!" Giving her agent a hard look, Liv Tyler turned around and walked out of the studio.

A tram drove towards the gate of Warner Studios. Wayne sat on it with his eyes closed and meditative. Charlize Theron and Nina kept whispering their opinions on fashion.

During this period, the South African beauty secretly cast her eyes at the man more than once. In fact, in her heart, she was also very confused about what the other man had just done. Based on my understanding of this man, he is no different from most of the big stars and bosses in the industry. They are all monsters with strong hormone secretion.

In fact, this is a common phenomenon in Hollywood. Not only Wayne, but also some famous and powerful practitioners in the industry have extremely chaotic and absurd private lives.

In Charlize Theron's view, the only difference between this man and other powerful people in the industry is that he has not been exhausted by his indulgent private life and still maintains strong energy. She knew that Wayne's previous knocking on the producers of "The Lord of the Rings" and his rejection of the beauty Liv Tyler were basically all for himself.

But her self-impression didn't last long, before the train left Warner Studio, the man once again revealed his true nature as expected.

"The Sword Comes"

"Nina, call the manor and tell Nami that we won't go back to spend the night tonight, uh... just say that the crew needs to work overtime on some things."

Hearing Wayne's words, Nina and Charlize Theron looked at each other, resisted the urge to roll their eyes, took out her mobile phone, and prepared to call the manor.

Just when she was about to make the call, the mobile phone in her hand suddenly rang. Looking at the two people beside her, the assistant pressed the connect button and immediately put her mouth to her ear. After about ten seconds, she whispered into the phone. "I see."

"Boss, Angelina Jolie called and asked if you would like to have dinner together." She glanced at the South African diamond first, then looked at Wayne and reported in a low voice.

"ha?"

After hearing the news, Wayne opened his eyes, which were closed to rest, and tilted his head to think about it for a while. Then he noticed Charlize Theron next to him, and the corners of his mouth began to tilt up involuntarily, revealing a chilling smile.

"Tsk, tell her to prepare an extra dinner..."

After saying that, he didn't care about the change in South Africa's beautiful diamond's face. He closed his eyes again and began to rest his head again, maybe to recharge his batteries.

Nina has always been an accomplice in Wayne's private life, but this time, she couldn't help but glance at the South African diamond with a pitiful look before she raised the phone and started making arrangements.

If possible, Charlize Theron wanted to shout "I want to get off" to the man next to her right now, but her face just changed and she didn't say anything else.

Until she left Warner Studio and got into the Rolls-Royce Phantom and drove towards Santa Monica, she was just madly cursing the man next to her as a devil in her heart. There was nothing she could do about it. In less than ten minutes, her mood felt like she was on a roller coaster.

The gratitude and emotion I felt toward Wayne a moment ago were all trampled into the dirt at this moment, and all that was left was helplessness.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom was driving smoothly in front, not particularly fast. There were always two motorcycles following behind the car. Sergey had long been used to it. If one day they were traveling, there would be no paparazzi following them like flies. , may be the moment when you really need to worry.

The car entered Santa Monica and stopped in front of a small villa full of technology. Two motorcycles following behind also stopped.

The paparazzi were not afraid at all. They stood ten meters away from the door of the villa, frantically pressing the shutter of the camera hanging around their necks, trying to take pictures of something eye-catching.

"F**k, this guy Wayne Greenberg is so f**king happy!"

The photo-taking time was short. A white paparazzi squatted on the roadside and spat on the ground. Just before their eyes, the Hollywood boss put his arm around the waist of the female star Charlize Theron, and with the other hand he hugged Angelina Jolie in front of the door and kissed her on the face. He took a sip before entering the villa door.

There is no man who does not envy such a life, even the paparazzi who make a living by secretly photographing celebrities.

"Wait until you become a big star, then start envying this kind of life." Another paparazzi said casually with his face also full of jealousy, looking down at the camera.

"Shit, can't you just let me think about it now?" The paparazzi who just spoke simply sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, tilted his head and lit one. Then he looked at the villa with envy, even though the door was completely closed, he couldn't see anything now.

"If I become a big star, I will definitely buy a big house like this, invite dozens of models every day, and hold crazy parties all night long, with alcohol, beautiful women, and yes, there will also be female stars... ..”

"Hey man, wake up."

The paparazzi who was looking at the camera shook his head and reached out to pat the shoulder of his companion sitting on the road. "Why don't we consider now whether the big media will be interested in what we just photographed."

"It's difficult." The paparazzi who was sitting on the ground smoking spat out a mouthful of saliva again and said with a gloomy look on his face: "If it were other big stars, photos like that would definitely sell for a lot of money, but that's Wayne Greenberg. Who in the whole of North America doesn’t know about his playboy style, and I’m afraid there will be nothing new if he publishes it, unless..."

"Unless what?"

The reporter sitting on the ground became angry. "Unless we can sneak in and take photos of him smoking leaf cigarettes or something like that!"

"F**k, if you want to make money with life, you have to have life to spend it!"

"..."

The two looked at each other, and at the same time dispelled the eagerness in each other's eyes. People in their profession basically have a clearer view of these Hollywood big shots, and many gossips are spread more widely. But they know better that more than 90% of the so-called gossip in the circle is true.

The first was the big Russian bear who shot dead a stupid robber in a New York bank in public. They were all convinced that as long as the guy discovered their intentions, the other party would shoot them without hesitation. It's not like they're the big guy's source of bonuses.

More recently, another reporter, Vitaly Seduc, who swore to criticize Wayne Greenberg on the TV, was suddenly arrested by the DEA. Until now, there has been no news at all. Someone will Remember that little reporter? No, this is what scares countless colleagues like them.

"Shit, just lie at the door all night. Wayne Greenberg doesn't care about taking secret photos in person. I hope I can take some more explosive photos tomorrow morning..."

"It can only be this way."