The poker ga Lynch saw before arriving was actually Mr. Fox passing the ti by deliberately "losing cards." Simply put, he was using losing money to gather so ordinary old n around him.
So might think this actually shows loneliness and consider Mr. Fox a pitiful old man with no friends.
But thinking from another perspective, at least he still has money...
Lynch saw right through it. Soone who deals with money all day and isn’t strictly a good person, being left with very few chips in front of him isn’t normal.
He didn’t think Mr. Fox was pitiful. Maybe in Mr. Fox’s heart, those who play with him and take advantage of him are the pitiful ones. At least he wouldn’t trade the most valuable ti of his life for so insignificant money.
People often say money can’t buy happiness, but Lynch felt Mr. Fox was quite happy just now. The kind of happiness where you sit behind the scenes and let the old n think they’ve found an "honest guy," only to beco the hooked ones themselves, is sothing they can’t comprehend.
The two chatted for a while, sitting on rattan chairs. On the open-air platform, exposed to sun and rain, and sotis harsher weather, leather or fabric sofas wouldn’t last more than half a year, but rattan chairs last longer and have a cultural vibe more suitable for this place.
People are generally like this: once their basic financial needs are t, they start seeking spiritual satisfaction, and pursuing cultural fulfillnt is a way suited for the public.
"I heard from other sources that you found a script," Lynch said, sipping the coffee brought by the servant. In fact, many young people like him prefer drinking juice because it’s sweet and sour.
But the real Lynch wasn’t a young man; he was past the age of liking sweet and sour flavors. That taste couldn’t attract him. Instead, he was drawn to so bitterness with a sweet aftertaste.
Mr. Fox nodded, "You know, my good-for-nothing son is a college student..." He called young Fox a fool, but the pride on his face betrayed his inner feelings. "One of his classmates approached him and offered him this script. Young Fox found it interesting, so why not let him try?"
Lynch could understand this feeling as a father. In fact, every father hopes their child can walk the right path, even the leader of a criminal family would have such thoughts.
He nodded, "When I had dinner with the mayor in the evening, I ntioned it. He agreed to give us so financial support. I can’t guarantee how much, but I’ll try to get more."
"Moreover, you can apply for assistance at the social services bureau. They will arrange specialized staff to cooperate with your shooting."
Mr. Fox was taken aback, then thanked Lynch, "You’re a good man, Lynch!"
"We are friends, and friends should help each other, right?"
Mr. Fox didn’t hesitate at all, "You’re right, Lynch, my friend!"
Perhaps Lynch’s arrival distracted young Fox, or maybe he wanted to get Lynch’s opinion and gain so sense of approval. Not long after, he ca to the platform on the second floor holding the script and handed it to Lynch, "Do you want to see the script? If nothing goes wrong, this will be the first film we shoot."
The Fox father and son had established a company called "Fox Film Corporation," in which Lynch also invested so money, holding a thirty percent share.
Originally, he ant to hold a ten percent share casually, but the father and son were so enthusiastic that they insisted on giving him thirty percent. For that, Lynch paid an additional 300,000 (yet to be credited, but it will be), these damn father and son duo!
Out of a sense of responsibility for his money, he looked at it seriously. Thanks to previous experience and knowledge, he had so connections to this quick-money industry.
As he read, Lynch’s eyebrows raised with disbelief. It was a very typical road thriller romance. It might sound a bit off, but right now, this genre belonged to the more common mainstream movies.
Before the ergence of faster ans of transport, people traveling between cities often chose to take a car. For one, the cost of a car ride was lower than that of a train, and it was also more free. As everyone knows, freedom is written into the Charter, and the spirit of freedom fills the bones of the Federation people.
People love the open road, enjoy the artistic and poetic feeling of driving toward the setting red sun on the desert, so road movies have always been popular, with cheap filming costs being one reason.
But this script... Lynch wasn’t optimistic. A woman’s car breaks down, then she hitches a ride with a psychopathic killer. Even more ridiculous, after being hard and tornted, the woman actually falls in love with the psychopath, ultimately leading to his inexplicable redemption as he turns normal and surrenders himself. She even has a child with the psychopath.
The thrilling part isn’t the atmosphere but the writer’s mind. Lynch put down the script, using so arm gestures, and tried to find a relatively neutral word but failed.
"I don’t know how to describe it..."
Young Fox might have misunderstood, "Were you also shocked by it?"
Lynch glanced at Mr. Fox, who also seed to be watching him earnestly, wanting to get so reference value from him. He frowned, "Maybe I don’t understand the deeper aning of this script, but I know it’s not a script I like. I wouldn’t pay to see it in a theater."
Young Fox showed a look of disbelief, "It’s an excellent script, packed with taphors. Didn’t you notice it’s actually related to so religious stories?"
Next, young Fox began to explain to Lynch what a certain part of the script represented, the taphors behind it, and what other things it alluded to. In his description and explanation, so deeper aspects of the script were revealed.
Actually, just like the author, this script lacked people who could clearly interpret it, which ant that much of its interesting and deeper content went undiscovered by people.
But Lynch wasn’t very interested in that, "Entertainnt is about joy, not making people think. That’s sothing philosophy would have people do."
"Audiences won’t spend a few bucks to take the family to a theater to reflect on why this and that. They just want happiness, which is precisely what I didn’t find in your work."
"I know saying that might make you feel bad, but I must express my feelings because I also have to be responsible for my money."
Mr. Fox kept a smile on his face. He didn’t understand movies well, but he knew what would and wouldn’t interest people. He also didn’t think it was a good story, but these college students thought it was great.
As a father, he was definitely incompetent, so he hoped to sohow make up for what young Fox lacked. He didn’t say it was bad but remained silent instead.
If old Mr. Fox tried stopping young Fox from shooting this script, it might not be very effective. But it was different with Lynch. From a certain perspective, young Fox admired Lynch more than Mr. Fox. At the very least, it was with Lynch’s help that the father and son duo succeeded, which was just a small step in Lynch’s plan.
"Is it really that bad?" He started to step out of his frenzy, vaguely feeling that it might really be...bad?
"Show it to so unrelated people on the street, they will give you the truest perspective!"
Young Fox left feeling sowhat uncomfortable. Mr. Fox, however, asked, "Do you have any good suggestions?"
The question left Lynch puzzled, "Do you an in which area?"
"The script, the movie story!" Mr. Fox continued, "In fact, he has already rented the entire set of things needed for filming. These things aren’t cheap, and the leasing company said that even if we don’t use them, there won’t be a refund..."
The current economy being bad makes getting a refund impossible. So might say that it’s only twenty to thirty thousand or thirty to fifty thousand. If it can’t be refunded, so be it. Do the Fox duo really care about that money while earning so much?
Perhaps it was true during better economic tis, but now with the downturn, circumstances have changed.
Moreover, these things weren’t sold to them, so even if they can’t be refunded, they can’t keep the items. They’re leased, and after exceeding the contract period, they’ll be returned to the leaser, leaving them with nothing.
Initially, Mr. Fox intended young Fox to suffer a loss. He always thought society was simple and believed that even if they didn’t follow the current path, they’d still make a na for themselves.
If Lynch hadn’t known about it, everything would proceed according to Mr. Fox’s plan: film completion, then failing upon release, leading young Fox to understand the complexities of society and Mr. Fox’s accurate perception due to experience. This would positively affect their father-son relationship.
But now, not only did Lynch know, but the mayor also knew, so if they implented this plan as originally devised, more than just young Fox would suffer a loss, even Mr. Fox might also "suffer."
People would witness a big joke, which wasn’t part of Mr. Fox’s old fox plan, so he must retrieve it back.
Lynch was about to express his helplessness when he suddenly rembered a truck driver telling him about a fool nad Jas in the fleet who often writes things, reportedly selling them to film companies or the Union. Maybe he might have a way?
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