The crew of "Everyone Loves Raymond" was very peaceful this day, no different from before, actors, directors, assistants, etc., each performing their own duties, as if the undercurrents did not exist.

However, from the eyes of people entering and leaving the studio door, they are secretly or openly casting towards the person sitting there, they know that they are not unaware of what is going on.

Most of the extras laughed gloatingly in their hearts. Don’t you know Italian? Then stand there and show it well. These guys completely forgot how envious, jealous and unwilling they were when Reese chose that young man just a day ago.

A small number of staff members are somewhat sympathetic. The extras have a rare opportunity, but they are hung up because of the misconfrontation between producers. Is there anything more embarrassing than this?

However, most people choose to ignore it because similar situations are so common here.

"Damn bastards, they have planned it long ago! But don't think that this will make me surrender." When the afternoon filming was about to end, Eric Reese finally appeared, with a rolling rage, obviously and very bad luck.

"You keep coming here tomorrow and waiting!" said Sean, who had been waiting for almost a day.

"Okay, Mr. Reese." Sean nodded in a humble and arrogant manner, without a single word of redundant words.

His honest attitude of taking him as the leader made Reese feel a little guilty and embarrassed, so he then slowed down and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, Sean, tomorrow will definitely be fine."

"I'm very grateful to you anyway, Mr. Reese." Sean owed.

For a moment, he wanted to tell the other party very much that Stevenson was not just excluding him, but wanted to drive him out of the crew. But as long as he thought of the agent, Sean would swallow these back. He didn't use enough evidence and could not predict how Reese would react. Frederick also said, don't talk too much.

After separation last night, Sean never called his agent again, although he wanted to know his progress. Since he chose to trust the other party, don't hesitate or worry. Sean dared not say how good his vision was, but he could see that Ferederick really wanted to help him at that moment.

Don't let me down, Fred. Sean said this in his heart when he left the studio.

"I will ask the assistant to record this, Miller, don't worry, this little problem won't hurt us." Philip Rosenthal made a phone call while walking outside the bar, his face flushed and looked a little proud.

As he walked to the door, a man suddenly inserted himself from the side, as if he wanted to leave first.

"Oh, sorry, I have something urgent...Phil?" After touching him, the other party apologized first, and then showed a look of surprise.

Rosenthal was stunned for a moment. The man in front of him looked familiar. He carefully recalled by putting away his phone, and finally remembered who it was: "Fred?"

"Of course it's me, who else can I have?" The other party shook hands with him and laughed.

"It's really rare, you'll come here too?" Rosenthal asked half-jokingly. "I remember you said that the brandy in Max's bar is so bad that you will never come again."

"Yes, yes, but recently I've bet with someone else that if I lose, I'll drink whiskey from all the nearby bars once." Frederick shrugged and looked helpless.

Rosenthal laughed, and the two of them chatted and laughed and left the bar to the street, and then talked about the movie "Everyone Loves Raymond" written and produced by him.

"Frankly speaking, if I had worked harder and settled that production company, could I get the agency rights for this TV series?" Ferederick suddenly asked.

"Ha, you still care about it?" Rosenthal did not answer positively, and showed an unexpected look.

"Of course, this is one of the few works that can compete with NBC's signature TV series. I only recommended a young man with great potential to join the crew yesterday, and I'm waiting to sign the contract now." Frederick curled his lips, "To be honest, if I hadn't been for the agency rights of "Everyone Loves Raymond", it would be that... well... Eric Rees took a fancy to him first, I would have brought him to "Friends"."

"Oh? Are you so optimistic about him?" Rosenthal was really surprised this time.

"Of course, do you know how I met him?" Frederick said the bank. "It's very exciting, wait and see, Phil, he will definitely make the ratings of this TV series rise by a few percentage points."

After saying that, before waiting for Rosenthal, he looked at the time and walked towards the car on the street: "Okay, I have something to deal with. Let's get here for the time being. I'm happy to see you."

"So too." Rosenthal waved his hand and walked towards his car, stopping in front of him and behind him.

"A young man?" he said to himself, and got into the car.

After watching Rosenthal's car leave from the rearview mirror, Ferederick breathed a long sigh, slowed down, and rubbed his face with his hands.

At this moment, the creator and copyright owner of the TV series and the producer Philip Rosenthal, plus the starring and screenwriter of "Everyone Loves Raymond" at the cocktail party last night, Ray Romano, and several CBS leaders, should be enough?

No, no, no, not enough. Frederick shook his head. Although he let them know that he had recommended a young man to the crew, he was a little vague because he could not show the battle between the two producers and it was difficult to judge the final result.

So, who else? Think about it carefully, who else can win over and lobby besides them? Ferederick, who was driving, kept rubbing his chin and slapped the steering wheel. Damn, there was too little time. If he could prepare two days in advance, the situation would not be so passive.

As a well-informed agent, Frederick knew very well that Stevenson had been planning to squeeze out Reese for a while. He even found out that Stevenson wanted to slowly exclude Reese at first, so that he could not stand it and then voluntarily resigned or was fired because of a serious conflict with others. It is well known that Reese has a bad temper.

Everything was going according to Stevenson's plan, and Reese was slowly isolated, and many things were made and overturned. That day, he had already brought out the actor who promised to play the main supporting role of screenwriter Reese, but he thought that Sean was temporarily selected by Reese, so he had to stand up and meet Reese directly.

What a guy who can cause trouble. Ferederick couldn't help but complain in his heart. But he didn't have any chance. When the two sides face off on the spot, if Rees could do his best, he might not lose to Stevenson.

But, the same sentence, there is too little time. Frederick is trying to increase Sean's weight, and Stevenson is also trying to strike him and Reese, not to mention...

"Damn it! There must be a way!" Frederick gritted his teeth and grabbed the steering wheel.

The next day was half a day, and there was still no news in the crew. Fortunately, Sean was so calm that if it were someone else, he would have been restless.

Even so, he was still a little anxious. It took almost two days, and even if he failed, there should be news.

It seemed as if he heard his heart. During lunch, Sean, who had just queued to pick up the meal, was stopped: "Your name is Sean, right? Let's talk."

It was a white man between 25 and 30 years old. After seeing the other person clearly, Sean couldn't help frowning slightly. He knew this guy named Leman Virsa, Stevenson's assistant, and he tried to let himself leave early that day.

This person came to find what he wanted to do at this moment, and he could tell with his knees, not to mention that he raised his chin slightly and used his downward gaze to pose with a condescending posture.

Although she hated this person in her heart, Sean did not refuse to let him down, but found a table to sit down: "Tell me."

Leman Vilsa narrowed her eyes, as if she was a little dissatisfied, but he still sat down: "I'll just say it, Sean, how much do you have to leave on your own initiative?"

Sean raised his eyebrows without answering.

"How about $6,000? The pay for your character is only $3,000. The double price should be enough, right?" Vilsa knocked on the table. Although he looked calm, his tone always had a scent of giving.

Sean still didn't speak.

"Well, I forgot, you're an actor," Vilsa showed a sudden realization expression. When she said the word "actor", there was a sarcastic smile on her lips. "So what about $3,000 plus a recommendation? Although you can't stay on the crew of "Everyone Loves Raymond", Mr. Stevenson has a lot of relationships here, and it's no problem to recommend you to other places."

To be honest, this is a very generous condition, and Sean couldn't help but feel a little moved - but for a moment. As he had said to his agent before, such a promise in this situation is unreliable.

To give a simple example, he quit as he said and was recommended to another crew. During the audition, the other party said it was not suitable. What should I do? Well, even if Stevenson is a good person and recommends another crew, the other party still said it was not suitable. What should I do? And you can't be sure whether the other party did it on purpose.

Besides, if you really want to do this, the label of fence-bearing is completely slapped on yourself. This is definitely not a good thing for a newcomer who has nothing.

So, Sean shrugged calmly: "You don't mind me telling Mr. Reese about this, let him decide?"

"Don't be too greedy, boy," the other party raised his eyebrows, a hint of contempt flashed across his face. "For an extra, and who has been in this industry for less than three months, this condition is already generous enough."

"I know," Sean nodded, "this is indeed a very generous condition, but I still think it's better to decide by Mr. Reese."

Vilsa stopped talking, staring at him without blinking, as if she was looking at a fool.

A few minutes later, he laughed out loud: "What benefits did Rees give you to support him so hard? For example, can you have lunch here?"

Sean gently pinched his hand under the table. He had been waiting in the studio for two days without doing anything, but he followed the crew for lunch. Yesterday, someone had already said something bad in private.

"If the director needs it, I can resume my job as an extra at any time." He still maintained a neither humble nor arrogant attitude.

The smile disappeared from Vila's face. He hummed heavily, putting aside the false politeness and unhidden the sarcastic spirit in his tone: "It doesn't matter, I always meet someone like you every once in a while. I think a producer who has some connections will step onto a flat road, and then forget who he is. I really think we can't handle it without you?"
Chapter completed!