hollywood draw

Several times throughout Hollywood, no large crew is harmonious. The operating rules here are power constraints and money is paramount. Therefore, after the big studio era, an industry standard with a producer-centered system was formed.

But a crew of a crew of dozens of people and hundreds of people is a small society that brings together all kinds of people. Therefore, the struggle for power in each crew is bound to occur, especially between directors and producers, the dispute over the right to speak is an eternal theme.

Don't think that John Gray is easy to talk to. He himself represents the absolute power granted by the investor. Perhaps when facing Wayne, he is indeed a fake producer who can only do his job quietly and cooperate with the director's creation. But if the collaborator is replaced by Peter Jackson, he will naturally become the most common powerful beast in the circle.

It was not someone else who gave him power, but Wayne and Warner Bros. They needed John Gray to control the crew to ensure that "The Lord of the Rings" would not have the personality of Peter Jackson, such as overspending, overdue, confusion in direction and other errors.

From the beginning of the preparations for "The Lord of the Rings", it can be said that the fat man in New Zealand has long been fed up with the producer's restraint, but he has no choice but to compromise. As long as he still wants to continue to be the director, he must work under the constraints of the producer.

At least before he gained a higher position in the circle, no matter which business project he went to, he would face the same situation.

Therefore, even if the two of them show a considerable degree of harmony when facing Wayne together, their private relationships are still not harmonious. Not to mention friends, they are not even ordinary colleagues. After all, Peter Jackson wants more say and greater creative freedom, and is born to conflict with John Gray's job.

After enduring for nearly a year, Peter Jackson felt a little relieved from the inside out when he saw John Grey's face like a pig liver.

The atmosphere in the audition room was very strange. The investor and producer of the "Lord of the Rings" crew had no expression on his face, and he leaned against the chair and smoked silently. Another actual crew leader, John Gray, had a face like a piece of pig's liver, as if he hadn't reacted for a while, his face was filled with surprise, disbelief and other emotions.

Director Peter Jackson, as if he was about to be unable to hide the secret joy on his face, quietly sat back in the director's position, lowered his head and flipped the actor's resume in front of him.

Two deputy directors of the crew, one of whom was carefully debugging the camera, and the other tried his best to signal the other assistants with his eyes, conveying some information that seemed to be watching the show.

"Ok, okay, you're right, Wayne."

It took dozens of seconds. John Gray seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly let out a long sigh, looked at the man sitting beside him smoking calmly, and said, "I will contact Charlize Theron's agent as soon as possible to conduct relevant negotiations."

"Well, the principle remains unchanged, John."

No one expected that Wayne completely ignored John Gray's face, held the cigarette's finger and gently tapped the table twice, and ordered in a tone with an order: "I don't care how you talk, but the main creator of the "Lord of the Rings" crew only has one standard, obedient, profession, and willing to accept the salary offered by the crew."

"I understand." John Gray replied with his head down. "I will convey what you mean to the company in full."

"That's your business!"

After all, this is not a contest for the right to speak. According to common sense, Wayne should give John Gray a certain amount of respect. Even if he wants to show his position as an investor, he should show it in private. After all, there are still many staff members in the audition room.

There has never been a wall that is airtight in Hollywood. Everyone in the house has guessed it. I am afraid that this little episode will spread throughout the crew, throughout Warner Studios, and even throughout Los Angeles.

But no one thinks Wayne is doing something wrong, and no one will blame him. No one can deny it. When he wants to turn against others, more than 99% of practitioners in the circle have to bow their heads willingly. This is the most real class manifestation of Hollywood.

"Peter."

Hearing Wayne's scream, Peter Jackson tried his best to endure it and prevent his happiness from being too obvious. He turned his head and looked behind him and shrugged, indicating that he was listening.

"Continue audition, and then..."

"Legolas-Green Leaf!"

No one can guess what Wayne was thinking and why he hit John Gray hard during the audition, but the effect was very significant. In the subsequent audition work, the producer of Warner Bros. became more and more low-key.

The audition work that makes people feel drowsy lasted for a whole day, and the work was carried out less than halfway through, and similar work would last for at least two or three days.

After the day's work, after the two producers left, the atmosphere in the audition room seemed to suddenly come alive. Mark Ashton, the assistant director who had been in charge of the camera, looked at Peter Jackson beside him while tidying up the camera equipment.

"Boss, why do you think Wayne Greenberg..."

"Who knows?" Peter Jackson shrugged and said casually: "The idea of ​​these big guys is something that normal people can't figure out."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Another deputy director, Richard Buck, whistled suddenly. "Yes, who knows when those big guys will turn against each other, right?"

The faces of several people were full of gloating smiles. Obviously no one would want to see them. The producer John Gray, who has always been extremely strong, was defeated.

"Seriously, boss." Mark Ashton put away the smile on his face and asked in confusion: "Isn't John Gray Wayne Greenberg's old partner? Why...?"

Hearing the assistant director's doubts, Peter Jackson smiled and shook his head, and whispered: "Remember, a partner is a partner, and a partner is not a friend! These are two very different relationships, so don't mess it up!"

Not to mention a partner, even if the two parties have a good relationship in private, they will still be in a state of distortion when it comes to their own interests.

Peter Jackson knew very well that according to various rumors in the circle in the past, Wayne was definitely not a gentleman who was easy to talk to. He might be able to smile at the crew handyman, but this does not mean that he is easy to get along with. More rumors always show that Wayne Greenberg has always been a domineering tyrant.

Deputy Director Richard Buck curled his lips and said sarcastically: "Mark, don't forget Wayne Greenberg's nickname in the circle."

"The Black Pearl in the Crown of Hollywood Movies?"

"f**k, it's a dark madman!" Shaking his head helplessly, Richard Buck swears.

Mark Ashton frowned, looked at Peter Jackson, and muttered in a low voice: "I think John Gray won't swallow his anger like this. Don't forget how overbearing he was to us when he was in New Zealand. Look, he will definitely complain to Warner Brothers. I'm afraid that's not necessarily the case..."

"Come on, Mark."

Hearing his murmur, Peter Jackson showed a smile on his lips, but his smile was full of sarcasm. "Do you think Warner Brothers will risk offending Wayne Greenberg for one of his own executives? Also, don't forget that John Gray was able to be the producer of "The Lord of the Rings" because Wayne nodded. Who do you think he gave his power?!"

The gossip and chat in the audition room will naturally not be heard by John Gray, but there is one thing that the deputy director of "The Lord of the Rings" is right. The producer called a Warner Bros. executive as soon as he finished his work.

No one can deny that his first task on the crew is to ensure that the interests of Warner Bros. are not threatened.

However, the result was not satisfactory. Faced with John Gray's remarks, a Warner Bros. executive on the phone said only one sentence. "If you think that "The Lord of the Rings" can be more successful than listening to Wayne Greenberg's opinions, I will help you communicate with Wayne. Otherwise, do your job well!"

Things spread quite quickly, and it was so quickly that Wayne had just returned to the office that Nina had heard about it first.

"Boss, have you hit John?" One by one, all Wayne's personal belongings were packed into his briefcase. The assistant lady glanced at Charlize Theron on the sofa and asked casually.

"He needs to figure out his position!" Wave waved his hand, obviously without the desire to continue talking about this, and sat on the sofa, ready to get off work after Nina packed up her things.

He touched the cigarette in his pocket casually, crossed his legs and lit one, raised his hand and rubbed it hard on both sides of his forehead. The audition work for a whole day also made him feel dizzy.

Charlize Theron was very sensible. He stood up and walked behind him as soon as possible, patted the big hands on both sides of the man's forehead, and let the other person's head rest on his chest, and his white fingers kept massaged the man's forehead.

"How do you feel? Are you feeling a little more comfortable?"

At the same time, the sound of South African diamonds is crisp.

Wayne closed his eyes and muttered, "Well, the technique is good..."

"Clang, Clang, Clang."

Just as Nina packed everything and was about to call the boss to leave, the office door was gently buckled. She tilted her head in confusion, glanced at the two people on the sofa, and walked to the door a few steps and opened the door.

"...I'm sorry, Mr. Greenberg needs a break. If you have anything, it's better to talk about it tomorrow. OK, if you insist, wait."

The assistant lady obviously had no intention of leaving the room door open. After talking to the visitor a few words intermittently, she turned to look into the office. "Boss, Ms. Liv Taylor, I want to ask you for dinner."

"Ahhh, interesting..."

Sitting on the sofa, Wayne squinted his eyes and waved to the assistant lady without hesitation. "Just say I have an appointment, next time."

"Mr. Greenberg, sorry, Mr. Greenberg, I have something important to talk to you."

No one expected that Liv Taylor squeezed Nina away and squeezed directly into the office. Then he didn't even look at Charlize Theron behind the sofa, staring at Wayne with his eyes and said anxiously: "Mr. Greenberg, I want to talk to you about the corner of the Elf Princess..."

"Ms. Taylor."

Wayne's expression did not change. He squinted his eyes and looked at the woman coming in. Before the other party could finish his words, he simply refused: "The crew will notify your agent within three days. It is off work time now, OK?"

"Well......"

When Liv Taylor heard his words, he clenched the corner of her clothes with his right hand. It could be seen that her face changed several times in an instant. Obviously, she didn't expect to be rejected neatly. At least before entering this office, she was still extremely confident in her face and figure.

"Sorry, Mr. Greenberg, can I talk to you alone?"

After saying that, she glanced at Nina and Charlize Theron nervously, and finally turned her eyes back to the tough face on the sofa.

"I'll just say anything, I'll have a date later."

Wayne frowned slightly and said without hesitation.

After gritting her teeth hard, Liv Taylor's lips squirmed a few times, and looked at the other two women in the room again. She seemed to have made up some decisions and looked at Wayne and said, "I need this role, Mr. Greenberg, if I want this role, I know what I need to pay."

"no, no, no, you misunderstood, Ms. Taylor."

Shaking his head helplessly, Wayne pointed at Nina and signaled the assistant lady to take the briefcase and prepare to leave. "There is no red sofa here, ok? As for this role, the crew will do a full and comprehensive consideration. I respect you very much. I hope you can respect me too, so that's it."

This is inconsistent with the rumors in the circle! Liv Taylor had only this idea at this time, and kept bumping into her mind. Even Nina politely asked her to leave the office, and then stared blankly as Wayne and her group left by her side, she was still wondering in her mind.

It was not until the agent came to her that Liv Taylor came to his senses and had doubts about her figure and face for the first time. At the same time, a strong sense of frustration and humiliation arose from the bottom of her heart.

"Liv, how about it? Do you need to book a restaurant for me? When did you make an appointment with Wayne Greenberg..."

“mo**er f**ker!?”

A sharp swear word came from Liv Taylor's mouth, which scared the agent. Then, without waiting for the agent to react, she raised her foot and stomped on the ground a few times. "son of a b***h!f**k! Let's give up this role!"

The agent opened his mouth wide in disbelief. "What!?"

"I said, let's give up this role!" Liv Taylor turned around and walked out of the studio.

A tram drove towards the Warner Studios gate, Wayne sat on it and closed his eyes to rest. Charlize Theron and Nina kept muttering their views on fashion.

During this period, the South African American Diamond looked at the man more than once. In fact, in her heart, she was also very confused about what the other party had just done. Based on her understanding of this man, the other party was no different from most of the big stars and big bosses in the circle. They were all monsters with strong hormone secretion.

In fact, this is a common phenomenon in Hollywood. Not only Wayne, but also some famous and powerful practitioners in the circle, their private lives are extremely chaotic and ridiculous.

In Charlize Theron's view, the only difference between this man and other powerful figures in the circle is that his body has not been hollowed out by his private life, and he still maintains his energy. She knew that Wayne had hit the producer of the "Lord of the Rings" before and rejected Liv Taylor, the great beauty, basically all for himself.

But without waiting for her self-motivation to last for a long time, the tram had not left the Warner Studios, the man once again showed his nature unsurprisingly.

"Nina, call the manor and tell Nami that we won't go back to spend the night tonight, uh... I just said that the crew had some things to work overtime."

Hearing Wayne's words, Nina and Charlize Theron looked at each other, resisted the urge to roll their eyes, took out the mobile phone, and prepared to call the manor.

Just as she was about to dial the phone, the mobile phone in her hand suddenly rang. She looked at the two people beside her. The assistant lady pressed the switch button and put her mouth covering her ears as soon as possible. After about ten seconds, she whispered to the phone. "I understand."

"Boss, Angelina Jolie called and asked if you want to have dinner together." She looked at the South African Diamonds first, then she looked at Wayne and reported in a low voice.

"ha?"

Hearing this news, Wayne opened his eyes, closed his eyes and rested, tilted his head and thought for a while. Then he noticed Charlize Theron beside him, and the corners of his mouth began to raise his mouth, showing a chilling smile.

"Tsk, tell her to prepare an extra dinner..."

After saying that, he ignored the changing face of the South African American Diamond, closed his eyes again and began to close his eyes and rest. Perhaps it might not be necessary to regain his energy.

Nina has always been an accomplice in Wayne's private life, but this time, she couldn't help but look at the South African Diamond with a pitiful look before raising the phone to start making arrangements.

If possible, Charlize Theron wanted to shout "I'm going to get off" to the man around him now, but her face changed and she didn't say anything else.

Until she left Warner Studio and took the Rolls-Royce Phantom to drive towards Santa Monica, she was just in her heart, cursing the man beside her for being a devil. There was no way, in less than ten minutes, her mood seemed to be on a roller coaster.

The gratitude and touching to Wayne the moment before were all trampled into the soil, and all that was left was helpless.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom was driving smoothly in front, and the speed was not particularly fast. Sergey had always been accustomed to it. If there were no paparazzi like flies behind them when they were traveling one day, it might be the time to really worry.

The car entered Santa Monica and parked in front of a small villa with a very technological sense. Two motorcycles following behind also stopped.

The paparazzi were not afraid at all, and stood more than ten meters away from the villa door, crazily pressing the camera shutter hanging around their necks, trying to take pictures of something that attracted attention.

"F**k, Wayne Greenberg, this guy is so happy!"

The time for taking the photo was short. A white paparazzi squatted on the side of the road and spat hard on the ground. Just now in front of them, the Hollywood boss hugged the female star Charlize Theron's waist with one hand, and hugged Angelina Jolie in front of the door without any hesitation. He kissed the other person in the face, and then entered the villa gate.

No man doesn't envy such a life, even paparazzi who survives by secretly photographing celebrities.

"When you become a big star, then envy this kind of life." Another paparazzi was also full of jealousy, looked down at the camera, and said casually.

"Don't you let me think about it now?" The paparazzi who had just spoken simply sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket, tilted his head and lit one. Then he looked at the villa with envy, even though the door had been completely closed, he could not see anything now.

"If I become a big star, I will definitely buy a big house like this, and I invite dozens of models every day, and keep holding parties all night long, alcohol, beauty, by the way, there must be female stars..."

"Hey, man, wake up."

The paparazzi who looked through the camera shook his head and reached out to pat his companion sitting on the road. "Why don't you think about what we just took, will the big media be interested in what we are interested in?"

"It's very difficult." The paparazzi sitting on the ground smoking once again spat out a big saliva and said with a bad face: "If other big stars were the photos that would definitely be sold at a high price, but that was Wayne Greenberg. Who in North America doesn't know that he is a playboy, so it's probably nothing new to publish them unless..."

"Unless what?"

The reporter sitting on the ground was furious. "Unless we can sneak in and take photos of him smoking a leaf cigarette!"

"f**k, you have to make money with your life, and you have to spend your life!"

“…”

The two looked at each other, and at the same time dispelled the desire in each other's eyes. In their career, they basically saw these Hollywood giants more clearly, and many gossips were circulated more widely. But they knew better that more than 90% of the so-called gossips in the circle were true.

The first is the Russian big bear who shot in public at the New York bank and killed a stupid robber. They were all very convinced that as long as the guy discovered his intentions, the other party would shoot them without hesitation. They did not seem to be the source of bonuses for that big guy.

The time was closer. Another reporter Vitalie Seiduke, who was swearing on the TV, was suddenly arrested by DEA. Until now, there was no sound at all. Will anyone remember that little reporter? No, this is what makes countless colleagues like them feel scared.

"Don't shit, just sit at the door all night. Wayne Greenberg doesn't care about secretly taking photos in person. I hope I can take some more exciting photos tomorrow morning..."

"That's all."