Chapter 15 First Steps
In his previous life, Milo was just a small screenwriter and had never made a serious movie.
But he shot a lot of short videos and skits.
In order to write the script, he watched countless movies, TV series, and various novels in his previous life.
Maybe that's the reason.
When he began to seriously recall the things he had seen before his rebirth.
He found that he could actually turn them out intact.
And it's very clear.
Maybe this has something to do with the fusion and reorganization of memories after rebirth? Who knows?
But this gift of time travel undoubtedly made him more confident in what he wanted to do.
Milo quickly got busy after returning to Los Angeles.
From July 1995 to August 1995, a whole month.
He basically stayed in the villa.
In addition to visiting the Writers Guild, Directors Guild, and the library respectively.
He hardly ever went out again, much to the surprise of Marina and Wendy, who were in charge of his life.
August 5th.
"Wow~ Which one is this?"
9406 Crest Avenue, Beverly Hills.
noon.
Julie Delpy watched as her good friend Catherine Zeta-Jones placed a sealed document into a safe in her study.
Next to them was Milo, who had just finished writing and was stretching and rubbing his hands.
"The sixteenth one, but only three were actually completed."
Milo smiled and said, "The others are just outlines, not very complete."
"You know, Milo, you really surprise us... You can write novels while writing scripts. Although you haven't shown us your novels and scripts yet, I think they will be very exciting."
At this point, a flattering smile flashed across Julie's face.
It has been a month since the last pool party.
This month.
Milo never leaves the house.
But he didn't treat himself badly.
Catherine Zeta-Jones, this beautiful English rose.
He managed to keep her by his side, but the price was——
She will be the female lead in the next movie invested by Paladin Films.
So this month, Zeta-Jones never left 9406 Crest Avenue.
Along with her two new "good friends", Julie Delpy and Cate Blanchett.
The two of them also occasionally have the opportunity to go up the mountain.
After a few interactions, the two of them became familiar with Milo.
Of course, it’s not yet ripe enough to reach the negative distance.
A chance chat let them know that Milo was not a native of Los Angeles.
He's from the East Coast, and he has a grandfather whose last name is Shrub.
Yes, it's the shrub that belonged to the previous owner of the White House.
"I wasted so much time before. Now I want to catch up with everything."
Milo shrugged. "Besides, weird isn't a nice word. I don't think I'd be compared to the guy who dyes his hair all over the place, wears a black leather jacket, rides a Harley, or the guy who wears a plaid shirt and a straw hat, and sits on the street corner all day looking at beautiful women."
Julie couldn't help but laugh: "I didn't say that, you said it yourself."
Then she asked with interest: "I heard from Catherine that you will start shooting your first movie next month?"
"Yes, the script has been finalized."
Milo nodded and was about to continue.
There was a sudden knock at the study door.
Wendy stood in the doorway.
"Bertrand Urwin is here. Oh, he's the head of HUP on the West Coast," Wendy said.
Milo smiled and said, "Oh, okay. I'll meet him in the living room. Tell him to wait for me there. I'll be right there."
Wendy looked at Zeta-Jones and others, nodded and left.
"I have to go meet a guest. You can wait for me here, or you can leave first and I will come find you later."
Milo spoke to the three girls.
He made an appointment with them to go out this afternoon, but before that, Milo had to finish his own business.
Zeta-Jones nodded meekly and was about to speak.
Julie Delpy smiled and said, "We are not in a hurry. We can wait for you~"
"As you wish."
Milo said this and left the study, leaving the three curious girls behind.
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In front of 9406 Crest Avenue.
After parking the car, Raul Aleman looked around carefully. After confirming that this was the place, he muttered, "Beverly Hills, this doesn't look like a place where a poor writer would live..."
Then he walked towards the target villa.
I reached out and rang the doorbell, and after a few minutes the door opened with a click.
A middle-aged woman with an outstanding appearance opened the door and looked at him with confusion: "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"
"Excuse me, does Mr. Milo Blackburn live here? I'm Raul Aleman from the editorial department of Macmillan Publishing Company, and we have an appointment."
"Please come in, Mr. Blackburn has been waiting for you for a long time." The woman made way with an expression of sudden realization.
Raul nodded and walked in, feeling somewhat confused.
She seemed to use the plural "you" instead.
What's going on?
The latest novel is published first on Liu9shuba!
He soon understood.
Because he knew three of the four men sitting in the living room of the villa.
HUP, Thomas Publishing, and Time Publishing Company.
It is the West Coast counterpart of these three publishing houses.
What, Mr. Blackburn wants to sell himself at a high price?
Raul was unhappy.
Before he could express himself, Ernst Hakansson, who was on good terms with him at the Times Publishing Company, had already raised his hand and greeted him with a smile:
"Hey, I've been waiting for you, Raul, come over here."
As he spoke, he exchanged glances with the other two.
The three of them shrugged at the same time, leaving Raul Aleman confused.
Just waiting for me? What do you mean? "Can you explain, Mr. Blackburn? You have more than one appointment with me."
After introducing myself to the young man.
Raul, who was sitting on the sofa, asked, "It seems like you want to wait for a good price?"
"No, that's not it." The young man laughed. "It's like this. I suddenly had the idea to write a novel recently, but I don't know if it can make money or even be published. So I sent it to your company, and then you came to discuss it with me."
Raul Aleman was certain that the young man in front of him was just waiting for a good price.
He immediately wanted to stand up and leave.
A young man who has never published a novel, has never proven himself, and has no fame at all.
I wrote a novel and sent it to several publishing houses.
Maybe it was just luck that the novel was good and everyone was interested in it.
But this guy actually invited people from four publishing houses to meet together instead of having separate interviews with them.
It's obvious that this is just waiting for a good price!
Raúl Alemán would not allow that to happen.
Macmillan is one of the top five publishing houses in the United States.
It has always been Macmillan who has controlled the writers, not the other way around.
And if this guy's idea really comes true, we can all compete here together.
That will undoubtedly increase the costs for publishers.
It will be difficult for everyone to lower the price, and in the end, only the young man in front of him will benefit.
Making less money means losing money. Thinking of this, Raul stood up and looked at the other three people.
We all know each other, and we are competitors most of the time.
But Raul felt that as long as the three of them still had reason.
At this time, they should leave with me.
This way you can get a better price afterwards.
He thought that everyone should still have this tacit understanding.
They are all veterans who have been in the industry for many years. There is no reason for them to be cheated by this young man.
Raul first looked at Erwin Hakansson, with whom he had a good relationship and had worked with him several times.
However, to his surprise, Er smiled at him but avoided his gaze.
There was no intention of leaving with him so as to make it easier to lower the price later.
The other two were the same, and they had no intention of leaving.
Raul was stunned, and then he heard the young man say, "Mr. Aleman?"
There is a situation! Raul Alemán has figured it out after many years of playing professionally.
Things may not be as simple as I just thought.
Thinking of this, he stood up and faced the young man's questions.
He smiled and did it again, shaking his neck, "My neck was a little sore, but it's better now."
The young man smiled and said, "I see. I thought you were leaving."
"No, my neck is just sore."
"That's good. I think we can start talking then."
(End of this chapter)