Chapter 137 137. Only you, you are disposable!

A plane took off from Silicon Valley and flew towards Los Angeles, with Eric sitting on it.

When the plane approaches Los Angeles, it passes through a small town called Santa Monica.

The headquarters of Lionsgate is located here, and Eric also had an affair with Sevi here.

At this moment in a villa in Santa Monica, Tom Anderson was lying on the bed and snoring.

He slept too late yesterday and was busy all night. He was doing the final verification of the social software my space that he wrote.

This social software is his masterpiece. It took him more than a year from the idea to the implementation, and it is finally almost completed.

He has already registered the domain name, and the software will be online in a month at most. By then, he will have created the world's first social networking website.

As a super genius, he created a hacker organization at the age of 14 and successfully hacked into Manhattan Bank, attracting the FBI's pursuit.

He is very confident in the software he developed and believes that it will quickly become popular around the world once it is launched in July.

The reason why he is so confident is not only because his technology and my space are excellent, but also because he is the first person to try something new. There are no competitors in the market at all, and he will take over everything.

By the time others want to get a piece of the pie, it will take at least half a year from software development to market launch.

But half a year is enough for them to take over most of the market share.

By then, who can be my opponent?

Nobady! My sapce will always be invincible.

And you will inevitably become a new Internet elite and make a fortune.

A few years later, it was listed on the Nasdaq, and more than a decade later, it occupied the world's social networks and eventually became a top Internet giant.

It is such a beautiful scene that every time I think of it, I wake up smiling in my dreams.

"Hey hey hey"

Tom Anderson was sleeping soundly and laughing at the same time, when suddenly there was a violent knock on the door, as if his home was going to be torn down.

He woke up suddenly, got out of bed and ran to the living room.

"Who's knocking? Who's knocking?"

Tom Anderson yelled as he got dressed.

"Anderson, open the door, open the door quickly, something big has happened!"

"Jarvis? Are you crazy? Are you going to break this door down?"

After opening the door, Tom Anderson's face was full of anger and his eyes were bloodshot.

Jarvis, however, shouted anxiously: "Stop worrying about your lousy door, something big has happened, Facebook is here!"

"What?"

“Facebook is coming!”

Tom Anderson wiped the saliva from his face: "You sprayed in my eyes, Jarvis, what are you talking about?"

"Let me show you something."

Jarvis ran to the computer and opened Facebook. When the simple interface popped up, Tom Anderson suddenly felt his heart pounding and an extremely bad premonition rushed into his mind.

After entering his account password, Jarvis logged into his account and pointed at the interface while panting: "Did you see it? Look at this thing!"

Tom Anderson couldn't help but take a few steps back, holding his head with both hands and tearing his hair: "OMG! No way! No way! How could this happen? Where did this thing come from?"

Jarvis also sat down on the ground like a deflated ball.

Although he is not the main developer of my space, he is also a shareholder.

The software was supposed to be launched in July, and he had great hopes, fantasizing about getting rich overnight, but he didn't expect that everything would be ruined.

"Yesterday, I went to school to see Professor Siffer, and found that the software was being promoted on campus. After I came into contact with it, I knew it was bad. Someone had completed the first social software before us."

"And this guy was smart. He chose an impeccable promotion plan, starting with college campuses, which was more effective than the one we did."

Tom Anderson stared at the computer screen with an extremely grim expression. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, as if he had grasped something.

"Jarvis, you said that this software was promoted on campus, so is the developer a college student?"

"If it was a college student, we could have found him and bought Facebook."

"What knowledge can a college student have? If we use the money we earned from selling the software and put one million dollars in front of the other party, I think no one can refuse it."

But Jarvis looked at himself as if he were an idiot.

"What's wrong? What's that look in your eyes?"

Sighing, Jarvis said, "I had similar thoughts as you when I first found out, and then I discovered that a large number of celebrities opened accounts in a short period of time, including Johnny Depp, Peter Jackson, Nicolas Cage, Nicole Kidman, and too many to count."

"At that time, I realized that this was definitely not something that a college student could do. The person or company that developed Facebook must have great power."

"Because compared to campus promotion, it is obvious that the celebrity signboard is the other party's real killer weapon."

"Just yesterday, according to my rough calculation, Facebook gained at least more than 500,000 users. You and I both know what this data means."

Hearing this, Tom Anderson felt as if struck by lightning. He felt a black screen in front of his eyes and the world was spinning.

500,000 new users a day is such a terrifying number. Unless the other party commits suicide, it won’t take long for them to completely occupy the entire US market.

He couldn't imagine how fast it would happen. Perhaps before July, there would be no soil for My Space to survive.

Feeling that something was wrong with him, Jarvis hurriedly supported him and put him on the sofa.

"Anderson, I came to you in a hurry just to tell you that we need to make plans early. What should we do with my space? We need to make a decision."

"What's your suggestion?" Tom Anderson asked.

"We can continue to develop it. It's almost done anyway. Then we can go to Silicon Valley to find Facebook. Maybe selling it is also a good option. At least we can earn back some of our capital."

Pah! Tom Anderson shook his head after getting slapped on the forehead. "My Space is my hard work. I will never allow it to die in this way."

"So what do you want?"

After a moment of silence, Tom Anderson said in a deep voice: "We need to find a backer for ourselves. We can't beat Facebook alone."

"Microsoft, Apple, Yahoo, Google or media groups, I believe someone will realize how valuable this pie is."

Meanwhile, Harvard University.

There is also someone who is in the same crazy state as Tom Anderson, and that is Mark Zuckerberg.

Looking at the prototype of the software he designed on the computer and then looking at the Facebook homepage he created, Zuckerberg felt deeply frustrated.

BANG! Zuckerberg punched himself in the chest with his fist, his eyes wide open in anger.

"It must be cheating, there must be a thief, a thief, they stole my thoughts!"

"No, the thieves must be around me. They are watching me and stealing my inspiration!"

At this time, the roommate pushed the door open and came back.

"Mark, why are you still in a daze? Why didn't you go to class? Do you want to fail the grade?"

Seeing that Zuckerberg didn't respond, his roommate walked over and patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Mark, Mark, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?"

"Fuck! Thief, it must be you! You stole everything from me!"

Unexpectedly, Zuckerberg suddenly jumped up, threw his roommate to the ground, and grabbed his neck while roaring angrily.

"Are you crazy?"

It was a pity that his skinny body was not suitable for fighting, so his roommate punched him in the temple.

Zuckerberg suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Bang! Immediately after that, he was kicked in the stomach. He coughed violently, like a roasted shrimp, and curled up desperately.

Pfft! His roommate spat on his face and said, "You lunatic, I will tell the school about this, and you will be punished!"

After saying that, the roommate slammed the door and left, leaving only the lifeless Zuckerberg lying on the ground like a dead dog, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

"Boss, where are we going?"

Driver Peter asked as he looked at the gradually shrinking Los Angeles International Airport in the rearview mirror.

Eric looked down at the time and said, "Let's go to the studio. If we don't go check it out, the production will be stopped."

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More than an hour later, the car arrived at the MGM filming base.

We came to Studio 5. If I remember correctly, "Blue Is the Warmest Color" was filmed here.

It was 1:30 in the afternoon, the break time was over, and it was time to start work.

Eric walked in, intending to keep a low profile, but as soon as he showed his head, he heard a staff member shouting, "The director is back!"

The voice was so loud that I would have thought someone had discovered someone had been murdered.

Instantly, everyone looked at him. Eric smiled awkwardly and could only wave and say hello to everyone.

Ashley and Mary were seen with resentful looks on their faces, and next to them was Chloë Sevigny who was making a guest appearance.

Behind the surveillance screen, Andrea and Neil Blomkamp hurriedly stood up and walked over.

The female director from the UK said as she walked: "OMG! Director, you are finally back. It seems that God finally heard my prayers."

"Director, if you don't come back, the crew will have to take a holiday right here."

Eric laughed and said, "It's not that exaggerated. I think the scene is pretty good. Everyone is very engaged."

Before he could finish his words, Ashley and Mary came over with pouting lips.

"I've never seen a director like you before. You abandoned the crew and ran away. You disappeared for half a month!" Mary was the first to complain.

"Eric, although I haven't filmed a big production, Blue Is the Warmest Color is definitely the weirdest crew I've ever been on."

"The directors I worked with before would try their best to save time and pressure the actors, and they would even like to go up and shoot for the actors themselves."

"You really opened my eyes. I know that some directors are crazy, some are patient, and some are irritable."

"Only you, you are the disposable type!"

"You abandoned the crew, abandoned me and Mary!"

Ashley made her accusation in a subtle way, and her few words were full of hidden meanings and ulterior motives.

Others didn't understand, but Sevigny, who knew Eric's nature, had an intriguing look on his face, his eyes moving back and forth between Eric and the Olsen sisters.

The assistant director's anxiety is understandable, but the actor is so anxious, and you still say that you are having an affair! After being criticized by everyone for a while, Eric also understood the current progress of the filming.

Ever since sleeping with the Olsen sisters, Ashley and Mary have been able to move forward quickly, and the filming progress has been extremely fast.

After looking at the schedule, I found that there were only about one-tenth or twelve-tenths of the scenes left, and I estimated that it would take more than a week to wrap up.

This is an art film, but it was completed in just over a month. It's no exaggeration to say that it was incredibly fast.

"Sevi, how's the filming of Get Out going? I haven't visited the set in such a long time."

Chloë Sevigny shook her head: "I don't know either. I'm just an actor and I'm responsible for performing my part well. I don't know how director James Wan arranged the filming."

"Are you enjoying working with James Wan?"

"Great. Although he is younger than me, he is a very thoughtful director with a good personality. He doesn't curse. Our set is very harmonious, that's all."

"What is it?"

"That's just him. Never mind. I don't like to say bad things about others behind their backs."

Sevigny hesitated to speak, but this aroused the curiosity of others. Who doesn't like gossip?

Eric pressed on, "What are you afraid of? I'm the one asking you this. I'm his boss. He doesn't dare blame you."

"Okay, then I'll tell you, Director James Wan is very stingy, especially stingy!"

"He really saves money in all aspects, including props, blood plasma, venues, and vehicles. No matter what the link is, he will use the rotten ones instead of the good ones."

"I really wonder how much money MGM approved for him?"

"After all, Director James Wan made an excellent movie like Saw, so it's not worth just paying him one or two million."

Eric waved his hand: "Of course not. I'm not Grandet. I approved $5 million for him."

Sevigny couldn't help but frown: "Five million dollars is not a small amount. It's hard to understand why you don't spend the money and are so stingy."

"Haha. They are stingy but they produce results. This is the kind of director that film and television companies love the most."

"Hehe! Of course the capitalists like it, but it's hard for us actors."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work!"

Eric took the microphone, and the crew, which had been progressing slowly, instantly started to accelerate.

No one knew better than him what kind of feeling "Blue Is the Warmest Color" wanted to portray. Under his direction, Ashley, Mary and Sevigny began to compete with each other.

One is a Best Actress nominee, and the other is a real lesbian. The latter's abundant emotional explosiveness is just as strong as the former, and even better.

Before we knew it, several hours had passed and the shooting had lasted the entire afternoon.

As the time to get off work approached, people began to clock in one after another.

Eric was thinking about calling Gadot, and when he went to her place in the evening, he was surrounded by the Olsen sisters, one in front and one behind.

"Let's go!" said Mary.

"What?"

"Let's go. You're not going to break your promise again."

Eric slapped his thigh and said, "But I didn't bring any gifts. It's not appropriate to come here like this."

"I knew you would make excuses. I bought it." Ashley said.

"I invite you to my house for dinner and I also want to help you prepare a gift. You won't refuse, right?"

"Haha. How could that be? Let's go."

(End of this chapter)