Speaking of which, Hollywood has not yet seen a Rambo-style action movie set in an office building.

Ronald thought again of the movie he dreamed about when he went to Cannes. It was such a good building, why make a dull movie about a frustrated man committing suicide? It would be great for making commercial action movies.

"boom!"

While the two producers were discussing the project, a huge sound came from the road outside the window. The sound was so loud that it seemed like someone had fired a gun or something had hit a rock.

The two walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the office. They saw a Japanese Toyota car across the road, which had hit a fire hydrant on the side of the road. The front part had been crushed in, and the driver seemed to be unconscious.

Human affairs, no one escaped.

"Shxt!, that seems to be our screenwriter, Jeb Stewart's car."

Joel Silver suddenly cursed. He recognized the white car here, which looked very much like the one owned by Jeb, the screenwriter he paid to hire.

"Hurry up and call 911, I'll go take a look."

Ronald thought to himself that working 16 hours a day was really not enough. He ran out of the office quickly. He had received first aid training before and hurriedly walked to the front of the car.

The front part of the Toyota Corolla had been smashed in, and the ground was covered with broken pieces of glass and metal.

Ronald took a closer look and saw a man in the driver's seat, his face covered in blood, and a bulging airbag popped up on the steering wheel.

"Jeb? Is that you? Jeb? Are you hurt there? Doesn't it feel right there?"

When Ronald saw the screenwriter named Jeb, his eyes were wide open. Except for his broken nose, there seemed to be no blood anywhere else.

But the injured in the car accident couldn't speak, so they could only call out softly.

"I...I'm fine. I was just scared." Jeb Stewart was scared to death. He moved his legs, then looked at his abdomen. There were no scars. He unbuckled his seat belt and trembled.

Got the car.

"Be careful." Ronald saw that his legs were weak and helped him.

"Are you, are you Ronald?"

Jeb found that the person supporting him was the idol he admired in the screenwriting circle. He was a young and lucky screenwriter who had received US$350,000 for his debut work. His eyes were wide open and he couldn't believe it.

"Stop talking, go sit over there for a while, Joel calls 911, and the ambulance will be here soon."

"It's okay. My script is still in the back seat of the car. I'll bring it to you."

…

After noon, Ronald and Joel Silver arrived at the hospital to visit screenwriter Jeb who had completed his examination here.

The unlucky man's car was destroyed. Fortunately, the Japanese people's car-making philosophy allowed him to luckily escape the damage of the car crash.

Before Joel Silver came to the hospital, he had read the first draft of the script that Jeb had written in the past few days. He was very satisfied with the script. The screenwriter, who was inspired by the mortgage, the future, and the ambition, turned out exactly as he expected.

Same, the most creative.

"The script is very good and we will continue this project. Ronald will also join this project. As a producer, we have discussed that you should add a Japanese character to your script."

"That's no problem..." Jeb was lying on the hospital bed. Fortunately, the examination he had completed was covered by the Screenwriters Guild's medical insurance. However, his car was destroyed. Fortunately, he was fine. If this movie can be approved, he would buy a car.

New cars are still available.

"But..." Jeb recalled the moment before the car crash, and the image of his wife flashed in his mind.

When he came out this morning, he had a quarrel with his wife because of house repairs. Unexpectedly, when the accident happened, all he could think about was how sorry he was for his wife and wanted to ask for her forgiveness. At that time, he was afraid that he would not

Opportunity.

"Don't worry, I made an agreement with Joel that I will give you a second-hand Toyota to drive first. When you get the official payment for the script and the filming of the movie starts, you can buy a new car."

Ronald knew that these screenwriters were poor and solved his worries in advance.

"No, no, I mean thank you. That's not what I was thinking about just now. When I crashed the car, I had an idea and wanted to add it to the script. Hiss..." Jeb became excited and moved the car that was damaged by the air bag.

Nose injuries.

"Slow down, great writer." Ronald smiled. He had also experienced this kind of moment. He thought about the script day and night. Sometimes, an accident would lead to a complete understanding.

"I want to add another plot to the protagonist John Ford. He comes to Los Angeles to make a last effort to reconcile with his wife who is discussing divorce. In this way, the audience will like the protagonist more and worry more about his fate.

After rescuing a hostage in a building and killing the kidnapper, will he still get along with the wife of the senior vice president who is... um... the CEO of Japanese people?"

"A very good idea, but you should rest first." Ronald listened and felt that this setting would indeed make the beginning more grab the audience's attention, and also add a soothing emotion to the entire intense plot.

Vice line.

How come this protagonist’s name has the same name as America’s most important western film director? Hollywood generally doesn’t make fun of a figure with an important position in film history.

"I have nothing to do, I can rewrite it right away, hiss..."

Jeb still frowned, his chest was pinched by the seat belt, and it hurt a little.

"Jeb..." Outside the hospital ward, a woman rushed in. It seemed that she was the wife he had argued with in the morning.

"An, why are you here? I'm fine, I just got bumped."

"It was Mr. Ronald who called me to inform me. Just hope you're okay... Wuwu... I was scared to death."

…

Ronald and Joel Silver did not continue to disturb Jeb and his wife. They walked out of Memorial Hospital and agreed to wait until Jeb's revised version came out before jointly presenting it to the two investors and publishers, Japan and Fox.

If Ronald can be the director, he will probably get the green light all the way. Even if he is not the director, Fox and the Japanese will make him responsible for keeping an eye on the director to ensure that the production proceeds as expected.

After an exciting day, Ronald returned to his apartment and took a hot bath before going to bed.

The hot water soothed his spirit a lot, and soon a dark and sweet dream came over him.

…

A gangster wearing a designer suit and a beard has a ferocious look on his face, but at the same time he speaks politely and with a London accent.

"Hey, isn't this Allen, Alan Rickman, the leading actor of Broadway's 'Dangerous Liaisons'?" Ronald was surprised to find that the villain in the dream was actually played by the breathtaking Allen.

of.

He really deserves to be an actor in Shakespeare's company, and he looks like who he plays.

The gangster set up a family photo on the desk in his office.

His expression changed from surprise to realization, and then became fierce again. He picked up the gun in his hand, pointed it at a middle-aged actress in her 30s outside and said, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. McClain."

Detective Allen raised his pistol and fired a shot at the ceiling. The other hostages were frightened and screamed.

"It turns out that the villain's kidnapper leader was played by Allen. You really wouldn't have guessed it if you didn't watch it." Ronald sighed.

The screen fast-forwarded for a long time, and it seemed that we were on the upper floor of a skyscraper. Alan Rickman was holding a gun in his hand, pointing it at the head of the actress just now, and talking to a person opposite.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The camera turned and the opposite person was actually Demi Moore’s boyfriend, Bruce Willis.

He was shirtless and covered in blood. His trousers were a little torn. He had no shoes on and his feet were bare.

"Hahaha..." Officer McClain, who was pretending to smile, stretched his hands behind his back.

The camera shows a pistol taped to his back.

"Holly! Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfxcker"

Bruce Willis yelled something incomprehensible, then pulled out his pistol and shot Alan Rickman and his accomplice once each.

Huh? Ronald looked at Bruce Willis who shot the gangster barefoot, and remembered the beginning of the dream when he went to Cannes. Could it be that the plot of going barefoot to relieve the fatigue of the journey was the foreshadowing here?

Could it be that what I was dreaming about at that time was not some artistic film, but this action blockbuster?

So why did you commit suicide in the end?

Alan Rickman was not shot dead immediately. He dragged Holly, the wife of the protagonist McClain, to the edge of the building. He broke the glass and fell out. In the end, he grabbed the heroine Holly's wrist.

With a ferocious look on his face, he picked up the pistol in his hand and was about to shoot and drag Holly to death.

Bruce Willis rushed over and tried to untie Allen's hand but failed. At the critical moment, he had an idea and untied the watch from Holly's wrist.

"ah……"

Alan Rickman fell off the building together with his watch. In slow motion, he danced and fell from the top of the building.

"ah……"

Ronald woke up with a scream. It turned out that what he had dreamed about was not jumping off the building, but a reversal of the plot in which the gangster was finally killed.

No wonder I dreamed about this movie again today. The two protagonists are my acquaintances, and I have a new version of the script in hand.

This movie seems to be destined for me!

"Oops", Ronald then realized and rolled to the ground again.
Chapter completed!