Hollywood Director 1992.

Chapter 4 Deposit
"Hurry up! Why is the inspection taking so long? Who would want all that furniture in your hotel?"

Front desk, Link urged.

"Sir, upon inspection, we found that you wet the bed. We will deduct your deposit as a cleaning fee."

Behind the counter, the fat black lady put down the phone and said expressionlessly.

brush!
More than a dozen guests waiting to check out at the front desk looked over at the same time, sizing Link up with all kinds of teasing eyes, and some even sneered.

brush!
Link's face flushed, and a sickly blush appeared on his pale face.

"Nonsense! Don't frame me. How could I, a 20-year-old man, wet the bed? Do you think this is possible?"

Link questioned unhappily.

brush!
More than a dozen guests at the front desk thought that what Link said made sense. How could a 20-year-old guy wet the bed?
Could this be a trick by the hotel to defraud guests of their deposit?
Everyone turned their attention to the black woman, with deep suspicion and scrutiny.

The black lady rolled her eyes and said calmly, "Sir, there is a large clotted stain on the quilt. It can't be milk spilled on it. Do you want my colleague to take it to verify it?"

Swish!
Link's face turned red, and he slammed his fist on the counter.
Swish!
Everyone's eyes turned back to Link.

Several women stared at his lower body boldly, and several men couldn't help laughing.

His eyes were full of mockery, smile and contempt.

Link's face flushed, he slammed his fist on the counter, "Madam, what you said is unreasonable, for a young man like me, how can I control something like having wet dreams?

No, it's impossible. No man can do it, just like you women cannot control the sudden menstruation.

As a fellow human being, you should understand me and shouldn't humiliate me with such things.

Also, since the bedding needs to be cleaned, why should I pay extra for cleaning?
If these gentlemen and ladies accidentally leave a little stain on the bed sheets after checking in, will your hotel also deduct their deposit? Is this reasonable? "

Everyone nodded after hearing this and looked at the black lady with hesitant eyes. Someone suggested to their companions to change hotel.

"Also, dear lady, the heater in your hotel room is colder than a corpse. It gave me a cold and a fever."

"Well sir, you win."

The black lady rolled her eyes, took out a $10 bill from the cashier and slapped it on the counter.

"Ma'am, I don't really care about the $10, but it's unreasonable for you to do this. I'm a reasonable person. Also, I wish you a happy work."

Link put away the $10 that should have belonged to him, nodded politely to the black lady and the guests around him, and strode out of the hotel with his backpack.

There is a tour bus departing from Park City to Salt Lake City, Utah every morning, and the ticket price is $8.

Other bus tickets are more expensive, costing more than twenty dollars.

Link had to catch this bus, otherwise he would have to walk back to Los Angeles.

When he was waiting for the bus on the roadside.

A group of men in suits walked out of the Hilton Hotel opposite.

Walking in the middle was a fat man wearing a black woolen suit.

He was in his forties, short and stocky, with a round face, double chin and a big belly.

There was an Hermès belt tied around his huge belly, like a rubber band tied around a balloon. As he walked, one could seem to hear the Hermès belt creaking.

The fat man talked and gestured as he walked, looking very stylish.

When he spoke, everyone around him listened attentively, as if afraid of missing any word.

Among the people around, only one person was relatively relaxed.

The man was over 190 cm tall, with fluffy curly hair and a long face like a pig kidney. His long chin was slightly upturned where the lower teeth connected, also like a bent banana.

This face, with its rugged features, looks both ferocious and funny. This person is none other than the new director Quentin Tarantino, who made a splash at the Sundance Film Festival this year with Reservoir Dogs.

The fat man who looks like a toad next to him is none other than the current big shot in the Hollywood independent film circle - Harvey Weinstein, president of Miramax Films.

Reservoir Dogs was said to have been favored by Harvey Weinstein during its run at the Sundance Film Festival.

They must be talking about the film distribution now.

"Hey, Quentin!"

Link shouted across the road.

He knew Quentin. Before coming to Sundance, he and Quentin lived in the same youth hostel in West Hollywood, just in a different apartment building.

The two had met several times in the past few months and were familiar with each other.

After arriving in Park City, Link went to the cinema to watch Quentin's "Reservoir Dogs", and Quentin also saw his "Buried".

It was just that at the film festival, the movie "Reservoir Dogs" became a big hit, and Quentin became increasingly busy, so Link didn't have a chance to meet him.

"Hey, Link!"

Quentin waved back.

Before Link could say anything, a black extended Lincoln stopped by the roadside and Quentin followed Harvey Weinstein into the car.

The beautiful curves of the extended Lincoln's body left a shadow on the opposite street, and then disappeared into the deserted streets of Park City.

A cool breeze came.

The bus has arrived.

Link took the bus to the Park City Bus Station.

At around two o'clock, we took a tour bus to Salt Lake City, the capital of Utah.

Then take a train from Salt Lake City to Los Angeles on the west coast.

Utah is located in the western United States, with most of its area located in the Rocky Mountains and the Colorado Plateau with an altitude of more than 2000 meters.

In January and February, the temperature in most parts of Utah is around minus 3 degrees Celsius.

The mountains are covered with snow and the wind is bitingly cold.

Every winter, many middle-class Americans come here for skiing vacations.

Park City, home of the Sundance Film Festival, is also a famous local tourist city.

But for a poor man like Link, that place was as cold as hell.

When the train was heading south through Nevada and entering California, the warm sunlight shone through the window. Link couldn't help shivering and slowly woke up from his sleep.

The sky outside the window was clear blue, and a few colorful birds were flying across the sky.

The sun shines brightly across the hills of Providence.

The mountain is covered with lush vegetation and blooming flowers.

Southern California has a Mediterranean climate, with hot and dry summers and mild and rainy winters. The average temperature is between 18 and 30 degrees. Plants from any temperature zone can take root and grow after being planted here.

You don't have to worry about freezing to death here, but eating well, having fun, and living with dignity is extremely difficult, just like in other cities.

"Hey man, you finally woke up and your backpack was stolen."

(End of this chapter)