My absurd experiences in North America over the years

After Li Fu left, only McNick and Robert remained in the office. They had been working on this script for nearly four years and had never had such a big disagreement as they were now.

"Robert, I know why you're so insistent, and I understand how you feel right now," McNichols patted Robert on the shoulder, "but I also hope you can recognize the situation. We've been trying to raise investment for four years, and not a single production company has agreed. Now someone is willing to invest all of it, and it's fifty million... fifty million!"

He really didn't want to miss this opportunity. They had approached the famous director Gibson twice, with a four-year gap between them, but each time they were refused due to insufficient funds.

Now that there's investment, why can't we accept it if it's just a minor script revision?

Are all artists so pretentious?

Robert was also somewhat tempted. Who wouldn't want their script to be displayed on the world's big screen, rather than just printed words on paper? Scripts are not novels; they are created specifically to be made into movies.

However, that change was indeed very unfriendly to the original author, as it clearly altered part of the story's direction, and whether it could be successfully implemented was also a question.

If not handled well, it can easily become a failure.

"Robert, think about all the effort we've put into this script over the past few years. We can't just give up like this," McNichol said, taking a deep breath and looking at Robert very seriously.

Robert sighed as he thought about his many rejections.

How could anything be perfect in this industry? It's common for investors to demand script changes and extra actors; by comparison, Li Fu's demands aren't really that outrageous.

This did reduce the psychological difficulty for him to accept the script revision, and his good friend also advised him that if he insisted on continuing, he would seem somewhat ungrateful.

His mind raced through the chapters he had repeatedly revised, knowing full well that adding a new character would change the rhythm and emotional focus of the entire script.

But he also knew that if the stalemate continued, the project might just end up gathering dust in a drawer again.

He didn't want to wait another four years.

"I'll give it a try," Robert finally relented.

"I believe in you, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to write the script in the first place," McNichol breathed a sigh of relief and said excitedly, "I still believe in you now. You can create a good new character and integrate him perfectly into the original story."

The two reached an agreement in a short time.

Li Fu was true to his word; he immediately signed the agreement, initiated the project, injected funds, and put the film production of Hacksaw Ridge on the agenda.

So, now there's only one last step left.

In the second week of April, Taylor Swift was to return to Nashville to sample her album, Speak Now, and production of her studio album was on the agenda.

Li Fu took her to the airport and then began planning to cast Gal Gadot in Hacksaw Ridge.

He didn't know if she hated him. After leaving Los Angeles, he ignored her attempts to contact him and eventually changed his contact information.

This sudden and complete disappearance might seem excessive to her.

Even assuming that their relationship started with Cole bribing Gadot to seduce him, which ultimately made Lucy give up and sever their feelings for each other.

He was simply going along with things to reassure Cole, and Gadot must have developed feelings for him.

(I hinted at this earlier, so you should all be able to see it, right? If you can't, it might be a problem with my description, and I'll revise it when I have time.)

So, if he suddenly appears in front of her now, will he be rejected before he can even say a word?

Of course, it's also possible that she's very realistic.

After all, her three or four years in the entertainment industry should have shown her how cruel the world is. Hollywood isn't easy to get by in, and what he offered was a pretty good opportunity.

Li Fu asked Thompson to contact Gadot's studio and arrange a meeting with her.

However, he was rejected outright.

Given Li Fu's current status, this is quite unusual.

That evening, he took Thompson's car to the hotel. He didn't want to go that far himself to the seaside villa in the mountains, and he still stayed at the hotel when Taylor Swift wasn't there.

Just as he entered Beverly Hills, his phone rang.

He recognized that number very well; it belonged to Gadot.

The other party actually managed to find his phone number through someone in the industry.

"Li, oh no, I should call you Mr. Li now," Gadot said, using honorifics directly.

"No need to be so polite..."

"No, we have to be so polite," Gadot said, her tone clearly tinged with resentment. "Your businesslike contact is just an attempt to show that we should keep our distance, since you're already the big cheese."

Li Funeng could sense the other person's emotions; he wanted to punch himself, but there was clearly room for reconciliation.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have made this call.

"I'm sorry..." Li Fu didn't know how to explain.

Their relationship is complicated, and Gadot herself is aware of that.

Li Fu disappeared from her, and she initially approached him with a purpose... It seems that no one is so innocent.

Gadot ignored his apology.

She seemed angry because Li Fu should have contacted her privately instead of through the studio.

Even if they were just strangers who met by chance and had a fleeting romance, shouldn't there still be some feelings between them? They shouldn't be so cleanly severing ties.

Li Fu quickly realized this. "It was my fault. Could you do me the honor of a face-to-face apology?"

Gadot remained silent. She had been angry and was about to yell at the other person, but after the call connected, she suddenly realized that she didn't seem to have any reason to.

But if I just agree to that, wouldn't I seem cheap?

She didn't know how to answer for a moment, so she simply hung up the phone.

Li Fu frowned slightly as he listened to the end of the phone call.

Thompson parked his car and waited for his boss to get out, but the boss didn't move for a long time.

"Go upstairs and rest first!" Li Fu got out of the back seat and took the car keys from Thompson.

"It's not advisable for you to go out alone lately..." Thompson stopped him, worried that right-wing elements might harm Li Fu.

"Don't worry, I am the king of the night," Li Fu patted his assistant on the shoulder. He carried a pistol and a military dagger, which was best suited for close combat.

For an assassin, encountering him is the end of their career.

"But..." Thompson was still worried.

"It's alright, go upstairs and rest!" Li Fu had already gotten into the car.

The black Maybach soon merged into the traffic and disappeared into the increasingly dark night of Los Angeles.

His destination was a place he used to know very well, Gadot's former high-end apartment. Of course, if she had already moved, then he could only accept it.

If we hadn't moved, then the role would have been half-finished.