In fact, there is no need to say that Victor has already recognized at first glance that the woman in front of him is Ingrid Bergman, who has been known in history as the "First Lady of Hollywood".

This Swedish actress is another Swedish superstar who shone in Hollywood and the international film industry after Greta Garbo. She was an orphan and joined a professional theater troupe after graduating from high school. She became a big star in Sweden with her beautiful face and unparalleled temperament. In 1936, she received the attention of David, a famous Hollywood producer. In 1939, she went to Hollywood to shoot the movie of the same name at David's invitation, and then caused a sensation in Hollywood.

Her beauty and elegance are like a pure sea breeze, blowing away the turbid air in Hollywood, especially the natural and simple performance, which is in sharp contrast with the popular Hollywood arts and is extremely popular with the audience.

It can be said that at this time, it was the prelude to Ingrid Bergman's career towards glory, and soon, she would become the veritable queen of Hollywood.

Victor never thought that he would meet this goddess, and even more so that he would meet in this way.

"We are blamed for this." Bergman got out of the car and stopped the group of people following her. He walked randomly to Victor and others, and said softly: "Gentlemen, I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Leo smiled foolishly.

"There is some money here. You can go to the hospital to bandage it. I still have something to do. This is my number. If you have any trouble, you can contact me." Bergman handed over a business card.

"Miss Bergman, it's really unnecessary, these scum..." Someone next to him reminded Bergman.

"Stop talking." Bergman glanced coldly at his subordinates and got in the car.

The car left, leaving Victor and others stunned.

"It's worth it even if you die." Leo wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't it just a woman?" Anthony's words were obviously against his will.

Parker said the truth: "Oh, they broke our car! They haven't lost money yet!"

"Anyway, it's a stolen car." Leo grinned.

At night, when he returned to the vineyard, Victor sat next to the stove and wrote the script of "This Killer Is Not Too Cold".

Leo and others have been whining about Bergman.

"Victor, when will I be able to play against Bergman? I will never regret that life." Leo's imagination was endless.

Victor smiled: "You have no chance, but Gregory has a chance."

Gregory smiled over there with his snow-white teeth.

As the door rang, John Ford walked in with a bottle of wine.

"Yo, why are you here for a while?" Anthony never had a good face to John Ford.

"This is my place, why can't I come here?" John Ford opened the wine bottle, took a few cups, poured it on, sat in front of Victor, and said, "Victor, I have something to ask you."

"Please?" John Ford's words surprised Victor.

In terms of reputation, John Ford is now a big shot in Hollywood. In terms of temper, this guy is like a bull, and it is really unlikely that he can ask for help.

"Well! I'll ask you for a favor." John Ford's face was very serious, not like a joke at all.

"Is it the script of "The Grapes of Angry"?" Victor pushed away the typewriter.

"Indeed." John Ford spread his hands.

"Is that bitch-raising recognized by William Fox?" Leo was excited.

John Ford looked at Victor with a puzzled look: "This is quite complicated. Don't be angry, I can tell you."

"Uncle John, why have you become a foal? Tell me." Victor wanted to know what was going on.

John Ford took a sip of wine and said, "In fact, William Fox was very satisfied with this script from the beginning."

"Damn it! Then he said he didn't like it!" Leo cursed.

John Ford ignored Leo and said, "That bitch raises a lowly person, and he only recognizes money in his eyes. However, he has his own reasons for doing this. The internal situation of 20th Century Fox is very complicated and you don't know it at all. For William, he must make a lot of money to gradually increase his equity and voice in the company. This is the fundamental thing."

Victor understood that it must be the fucking thing between William Fox and Darrell Zanuk.

"A discerning person can see the script "Grapes of Rage" that if you invest in the filming, it will not only have a good box office, but will definitely be nominated for the Oscar. Who doesn't want to do such a good thing?! This is a pie from the sky. Victor, I have to say, you are a genius in terms of screenwriters." John said.

"Uncle John, don't compliment me. Let's talk about the key points." Victor was speechless.

John Ford was a little embarrassed and said, "Victor, this script is adapted from Steinbeck's novel. You know. Although the novel of Dog Day is incomparable to your script, he is indeed the original creator. Steinbeck is the direct descendant of William Fox. This time, on the one hand, William wants to make as much money as possible by lowering your rewards. On the other hand, the most important thing is to make Steinbeck the screenwriter and get him the Little Golden Man. He belongs to the 20th Century Fox, you are not."

"Why!? That script was written by Victor!" Leo became popular.

John Ford: "I know! Of course I know! But Victor, even if you sue him now, you can't do anything about him. Who made this adaptation of the novel? And if you don't register the copyright, the law will not be able to determine that you win."

"In other words, I was killed." Victor smiled bitterly.

I am still too tender and too careless. I can make such low-level mistakes.

"John, aren't you very awesome? Why don't you help Victor in this matter?" Anthony was also angry.

John Ford had no choice but to do anything: "How can I help? I'm just a director. Even the most famous director in Hollywood is still a grandson in front of the tycoons in the film company! If he doesn't let me shoot, I can't shoot it. And I like this story very much. So, I can only ask you, Victor."

John Ford looked sincere.

"Then Victor can't just write it in vain, right?" Leo said loudly.

"Of course." John Ford raised his head: "I had a fight with William and threatened to leave the company. Finally, he gave in. William meant that he could give you 100,000 dollars. After you get the money, this movie has nothing to do with you."

"It's nonsense! How much money can you make when you make such a good movie? Maybe you'll win an Oscar, and then Victor will soar! Is this a 100,000 yuan buy it! You scumbags!" If it weren't for Victor's sake, Leo would have dealt with John Ford.

John Ford said guiltily: "This is indeed a grievance for you. Victor, I beg you, I owe you a favor."

Victor sighed and thought for a while: "Uncle John, what if I don't agree? Tell Fox, 200,000 yuan, the lowest price. If he doesn't agree, I will go through legal procedures with him. Although I don't have the copyright registered, I have a manuscript!"

"Sure, I told him that it should be no problem. Compared with the future box office of this movie, 200,000 is nothing, he will agree." John Ford stood up and left.

"We're just getting hacked?" Leo stared at Victor.

"Otherwise, what else can you do? The arms can't twist the thighs, so who makes us scum?" Victor smiled.

But soon, the smile disappeared in an instant.

"One day, I will take off the factory logo of 20th Century Fox!" Victor's face was drowned in the darkness, cold and murderous intent.

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The second update today is here. Since the development of this book, it has been recognized and supported by everyone. Xiao Zhang is very grateful.

I won't say much, I'll write it well!
Chapter completed!