hollywood draw

Every time he returns to the farm where he has lived since childhood, Wayne will temporarily abandon all work and thinking, let his mind completely stop running rapidly, and quietly enjoy the rare peace.

Under the porch of the rough wooden villa on the farm, Old Greenberg was holding a huge pipe in the corner of his mouth, leaning against the rocking chair, and occasionally picking up the black tea on the table next to him to take a big sip.

Although Ruben Greenberg had a huge revolver on his waist at this time, his plaid shirt could not cover his fat belly, and a cowboy hat on his head, like a domineering red neck. But whenever his eyes glanced past the child not far ahead, his face would always unconsciously reveal a cunning aunt's smile.

No matter what others think, at least Wayne, who is sitting on the rocking chair next to the other side of the table, feels this from the bottom of his heart.

"This kind of dog is really good. It looks fierce and has a strong physique, but in fact it has a very good personality, is loyal and stable, and has enough tolerance and patience to children..."

Old Greenberg glanced at his son beside him and muttered, "Tolerance and friendly, strong enough patience and patience. These three vicious little guys are simply Little Fendi's 24-hour personal nanny. They only know how to accompany and serve with their hearts. They are really three good guys."

After saying that, seeing that his son was still squinting his eyes and leaning on the rocking chair without saying a word, Old Greenberg curled his lips secretly, turned his head and looked at him seriously and said, "Boy, the news about you, like all kinds of shit, has been hyped up by the media this year. I heard that you and the heroine in "The Matrix"..."

"Dad, can we not talk about this?"

After interrupting his father helplessly, Wayne sat up from the rocking chair and reached out to touch the cigarettes and fire on the table. "Okay, I think we'll talk about these dogs."

"Listen, Wayne."

Old Greenberg reached out and took off his cowboy hat, put it on his stomach, tilted his head to look at his son, trying to make his voice full of seriousness. "You little bastard, I want to remind you, don't play too much with women, otherwise you will definitely fall a big shot."

As he said that, he took a special glance at the living room of the wooden villa behind him, and the meaning was quite obvious. Inside the room, Bella Grant was sitting with Anna Greenberg, and it was obvious that the two women were having a good chat, and they kept discussing literature while watching TV.

"Ok, Dad, can we talk about something else..."

Spitting out a large cloud of green smoke, Wayne raised his hands helplessly and made a surrender gesture. He was no longer the child who had just entered Hollywood and knew nothing, especially about his father's past.

As far as he knows, his father, Ruben Greenberg, was still a mixed ball with five poisons before he married his mother.

"All right."

Knowing that the child is older and his unique worldview has been formed, he is no longer the little boy who looks at him with admiration, Old Greenberg waved his hand a little disappointed.

But he seemed to have thought of something again. This time his expression was even more serious than just now. Even the pipe in the corner of his mouth was placed on the small wooden table between the two.

"There is one more thing, whether you like to listen or not, I must remind you, Wayne!"

Since moving to Los Angeles, Wayne has actually seen his father's expression for a long time. He nodded in confusion and signaled that he was listening carefully.

Old Greenberg simply straightened his upper body, looked at his son, and continued to say seriously: "The achievements you have made are far beyond my expectations and your mother, including the speed of wealth accumulation! Look, the news about the man in the white house and Time Warner has never stopped, and even many ordinary people know it very well.

So, I don’t care about your future plans, whether to continue shooting movies or anything else. No matter how much Warner Brothers shares you hold, don’t touch politics! And don’t contact those dirty politicians! OK?"

As the former owner of a Hollywood film company, Greenberg knew this industry very thoroughly. He was very sure that based on the achievements made by his son now, Warner Brothers and Time Warner must pay a lot of shares if they want to tie up their son. This is the operating law of the entire business society.

"I understand, Dad, I won't touch those people and things."

Nodding, Wayne gave a positive answer. He knew that his father said this was for his own good. Because many well-known North American rich people can make these people fall into trouble only because they touch things and people that they should not have, and have ambitions that they should not have.

Many people may have doubts about the two completely irreconcilable combinations of rich people and politicians. In fact, the most important feature of North American politics is that whether it is Congress, white houses or five corners of buildings, behind those top politicians, there are inseparable connections with various capital consortiums in North America.

The most special thing about the capital consortiums in North America is the media group. The reason is very simple. The various perfect publicity platforms of the media group are even more important than anything else.

"You're doing much better than mine."

Seeing him nodding happily, Old Greenberg knew in his heart that his son was not blinded by power, ambition and money, so he put away the seriousness on his face, picked up his pipe and leaned back on the rocking chair, and turned his eyes to Little Fendi who was playing with the three bullies.

"In less than ten years, you have achieved the achievement that ordinary people will always look up to in their lifetime. Boy, what your mother mentioned most now is your greatest pride."

"Dad, I'm not stupid."

Looking at his daughter who was laughing happily, Wayne sucked two big cigarettes hard and whispered: "If I were not the surname Greenberg, if I weren't my first work, there would be a rich father who paid for the bottom line. Maybe I don't know which small crew I am working as the director assistant in."

“no,no,no.”

Although Old Greenberg had an undisguised smile on his face, he still stretched out a thick finger and shook it between the two, correcting:

"Boy, you won't be able to become the leading director in Hollywood because your surname is Greenberg, or have a father who is willing to invest in you. But because your surname is Greenberg, you have a father who is willing to pay for your potential failure, and thus get a relatively fair starting opportunity in Hollywood!"

After glanced at his son, Old Greenberg narrowed his eyes with a smile and did not speak. The two men looked at Little Fendi together, and for a moment, calmed down on the porch again.

The brief conversation between the two was heard by Nina, who was sitting on the other side of the porch. The assistant lady hid her eyes behind the thick glasses and stared at Old Greenberg carefully for a long time, but all she saw was the overbearing and rude farmer.

It was at this moment that she suddenly understood something. No matter what time, her boss kept a clear mind. The biggest possibility was that she was subtly influenced by this extremely clear-headed father since childhood.

"Daddy, can I continue to stay with my grandfather?"

Little Fendi, who had been playing in front of the villa, stumbled towards Wayne, and after he threw himself into his arms, stared at his curious big eyes, raised his head and asked his father in a silly voice. The child lived back and forth between Los Angeles and the farm, and obviously preferred the environment here.

After reaching out and picking up his daughter and putting it on his lap, Wayne nodded with a smile. "Of course, you can continue to stay on the farm."

At the same time, the three bully dogs, who were like little tails, followed Little Fendi tightly, all lying foolishly at his feet, sticking out their tongues to look at them.

Wayne stretched out a hand and gently stroked one of the heads. The other two rushed forward and opened their mouths and licked his palms frantically.

The three dogs Sergei found through relationships are strictly large bully dogs. Although they look fierce and have great impact, they are like devilish muscles made of muscles, but their temperament is so gentle that it is unbelievable.

"Ram, Suewei and Bass, also like to stay here..."

Sitting in her father's arms, Little Fendi intermittently, telling interesting stories about herself and the three bullies, especially when she saw her father caressing the three little friends, she occasionally giggled.

Several naughty calves in the distance left the herd, and from time to time the shouts and whistles of cowboys riding on horses came. Wayne held his daughter in his arms and looked at the herd in the distance, falling into a familiar calm mood.

Perhaps for Little Fendi, the farm was also the happiest place for her, especially the arrival of her father. So after the happy supper, Wayne picked up a prepared fairy tale book, leaning against her daughter's bedside as she did when she was a child.

"Hagge helped Harry put the money into the bag. 'The gold coins were Gallon,' he explained. 'Seventeen silver sacreds were combined with one Gallon, twenty-nine Turner and one silver sacreds were simple enough? Well, enough for two semesters, the rest would be kept for you.'

He turned to the lap ring and said, "Now take us to the underground vault No. 713, but can you drive the car slower?"

Labang said: ‘The car speed is only one..."

He closed the little wizard in his hand gently. Wayne looked at his daughter who was already asleep, put the book on the tabletop, and after getting out of bed, he turned off the desk lamp and prepared to go back to his room to rest.

“daddy.”

Just as he turned around and took a few steps, Xiao Fendi's vague cry came from behind him.

Turning around, Wayne saw his daughter open her eyes, shrugged and said in a low voice: "hey, sweetheart, it's getting late now, it's time for you to enter a wonderful dream."

"Daddy, you forgot to kiss me."

"Oh, damn."

He patted his forehead exaggeratedly, Wayne walked back to the bed with a smile, bent down and kissed his daughter gently on the forehead. "Okay, it's time for our little princess to go to bed, good night, Fendi."

"Good night, dad."

Seeing his daughter closing her eyes and glance at the three bullies sleeping soundly beside the bed, he slowly closed the door, stood in the corridor, spread his arms and stretched his waist.

"It's not easy to be a qualified father, ahh?"

"Yes, I'm working hard to learn this." Wayne shrugged and walked towards the open door when he heard the teasing sound from the room opposite. "I thought you were asleep. Dear Ms. Grant, do you need me to read you a fairy tale before bed?"

"If you want, I'm willing to relive my wonderful childhood." Bella Grant was wearing pajamas, hugged his arms in front of his chest and shook his head gently. After seeing him walking over gently, he took the initiative to open the door.

"Hey, then you'd better call me daddy..."

Hearing the man's words, she rolled her eyes and closed the door, while swearing. "fxxk you, you are such a bastard."

The room they lived in was the bedroom where Wayne lived since he was a child. Not far from the foot of the wooden bed, there was a tall wooden desk. There was a half-open book in the center of the desk. It was obvious that the book was just read by Bella Grant.

There are several similar large books on the desk against the wall, all of which are professional film and television production books. Next to the books, there are more than a dozen video tapes neatly placed, and each video tape has handwritten names and dates on it. These are various experimental short films he took in his college career.

The two lay on the big bed, Bella Grant leaned against the table, and his eyes turned around the room again. From professional film and television production books, experimental short video tapes, to a wooden guitar, and a 16mm handheld camera in the corner.

Finally, his eyes stopped on the man's face, and he watched the other party lit a cigarette, and then asked: "It can be seen that there are almost no traces of entertainment in the entire bedroom. Does this mean that you have been extremely self-disciplined since childhood?"

"Well, maybe..."

He looked at the woman in surprise, and Wayne breathed out a large mouthful of blue smoke in comfort and replied vaguely.

"Do you know, Wayne."

Seeing the man's attitude casually, Bella Grant reached out and snatched the cigarette from his mouth, put it in his mouth and took a big mouth, then put it back into the other person's mouth, and said:

"About 1975, a well-known North American psychologist named Tseste Mihayi specially tracked some very successful people in North America, namely elites from all walks of life. I want to see why these people can achieve the ultimate of their respective careers!"

"Hmm?" Wayne murmured, "What secret has this psychologist discovered?"

Ignoring the carelessness in the man's tone, Bella Grant continued: "Zest Mihayi found that it was not because their IQ was much higher than others, their EQ, their Education, and their Family.

He found that the only thing that can summarize these successful people and leaders in various industries is that when they do their own work and do the career they like to do, they can often enter a state of being infatuated and completely blocking external interference through extreme self-discipline.

He used a word for this state, flow to express it. The original meaning of flow is flow. Since then, more psychologists have been using this expression, not only in North America, but also psychologists in other regions overseas have also used this expression."

"What do you want to say?" Wayne asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

"I want to talk to you." Bella Grant couldn't help rolling his eyes again. "Once you enter the work state, you will become a complete workaholic and maintain extreme self-discipline from childhood to adulthood. This shows that the conclusion of psychologist Ziste Mihayi is correct at all. This is the nature of you successful people."

Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, looked at the eyes of the men beside her and asked, "Wayne, is self-discipline a key factor in a successful person like you?"

"Is this a formal interview? Bella." Seeing the woman's expression very seriously, Wayne shook his head with a smile.

Feeling one hand of the man and starting to move in his pajamas, Bella Grant curled his lips. "Of course not..."

"Okay, I will tell you, don't listen to any psychology experts' nonsense!"

Seeing that the woman was curious about this, Wayne simply moved her body upwards, reached out and pested a burning cigarette into the ashtray on the bedside table, explaining: "Only people who are extremely focused can achieve great success that ordinary people cannot imagine. When they work, they are completely unable to control their sleep, or even control their diet, figure, and daily wear.

I tell you that these things are in conflict with the word self-discipline. Because people who are extremely focused cannot be self-disciplined. This is the state of the successful person who is shit!"

"wrong."

The beauty editor frowned slightly and asked, "Then why are all successful people talking about their self-discipline?"

"Swish." Wayne sneered and waved his hand. "Don't be stupid. That's just a chicken soup that fools the public. It's a saying that the so-called successful people are gilded on the face. Of course, it has to be better said. So, don't believe in any psychologist's investigation, and don't believe in the poisonous chicken soup of those successful people. Whoever believes in it is definitely a fool."

Of course, some things he did not say were too realistic because they were too realistic and most ordinary people could not accept them. The state of successful people he said had a major premise, that is, you must first have more than 99% of the talent of ordinary people.

For example, Wayne himself, everyone said he was self-disciplined and said he was a workaholic. But no one noticed that he had to eat and sleep after working, and he could not hold anything except for the crew filming.

It is because work will enter this state that Nina's importance is even more prominent, because once the movie begins to enter the shooting state, the assistant lady manages almost everything except work, including preparing clothes to wear every day, what to eat, and other life issues.

In other words, when you have entered the working state, Wayne will become a person who is not diligent, does not distinguish between grains, and even has half of his ability to live. You must know that self-disciplined people will not have such a state. People who are extremely focused on something like this will not be related to self-discipline.

"Damn, I really should have recorded your words."

Bella Grant sighed helplessly and said hatefully: "If it is published like this, the sales of the Los Angeles Times will definitely skyrocket."

"Huh, do you think I will admit it?" Wayne said hilariously: "If I face the media, I will definitely tell them that the achievements I have achieved now are all due to my extreme self-discipline. The public likes to listen to these statements that allow them to see hope, right?"

"Yes." Bella Grant nodded involuntarily, suddenly his eyes widened, and he turned his head and looked at Wayne fiercely. "Shit, I forgot to bring a small umbrella when I came here, don't move..."

"Ha? It's okay, we can choose a way that doesn't require a small umbrella, right?"

"fxxk! You pervert..."