"The ace you want is not just a dirty cowboy, but the best talent in the entire Sacred Valley, bar none."

Hardy Winsteed, a bald little fat guy. The reason why he is called small is that his height is... well, about 1.64 meters...

Maybe not, but in any case this is not a derogatory term, but a true description of reality.

From Li Zhenyu's perspective, he is really small...

"Man, you're so cute."

The fat boy in front of him reminded him of the dad in The Simpsons. He hoped he could be as interesting as 'Dad'.

"Show me your work. I want to know where your limits are."

Before Hardy Winsteed could speak, Amanda emphasized, "It's us. Let's see what you're really capable of, man."

"Gudong," facing Amanda, a lady who exudes the nobility of the upper class, Hardy Winsteed's interest, which had been stagnant for many years, suddenly surged.

This kind of lady is what he has always wanted.

"Hey, man."

A big hand rested on his shoulder, saying gently and powerfully: "Some things are destined not to belong to you... It's time to start working, maybe one day you will find your soulmate."

“Will this day come?”

Hardy Winsteed was full of anticipation for the future he described, and had already begun to imagine his own 'Duke's' wife in his mind.

Oh, that was his favorite role in art, the Duke, the most influential and powerful man in the world.

And his wife also enjoys this right... part of the right, at least...

Being able to spend a wonderful, even crazy night with such a noble lady is the ultimate dream of all men.

Even though he didn't notice it at first.

But when the opportunity presents itself to him, he'll be crazier than Teddy on drugs.

That's what Hardy Winsteed is like, so he has always hoped to find a Duchess of his own.

But he has never been as confident about the future as he is today...

"Yes, you will find your own duchess one day, I promise you."

If he is the person he needs and does what he says, it is not impossible for him to buy into a billion-dollar club in the future.

By then, no matter what kind of Duchess he wants, even if it's real... it's not impossible.

Therefore, Li Zhenyu is not just making random promises.

On the contrary, if he is not the one he is looking for, then he is destined to rot in the Holy Valley, as disgusting as a piece of dog shit.

At that time, even if he told everyone that I had promised him something, who would believe that piece of shit?

Li Zhenyu has always disdained writing bad checks, but...

There is a prerequisite for doing this, he has to demonstrate his due value, and he will not pay for a piece of shit.

Hardy has many works, and almost all the classics of Dirty Cowboy were created by him.

Moreover, he is not only responsible for directing the filming himself, but also does the work of screenwriter, responsible for designing the plot, background, props, etc.

He is a versatile person, after watching several classic educational materials he directed.

Li Zhenyu can say with certainty that he has the potential to become famous, and it is a complete waste of his potential here.

"Hadi, are you interested in helping me with my work?"

The sleazy cowboy manager, who had been happy to see the two of them getting along so well, quickly interrupted them with his hand: “Hey, hey, hey, that’s not how it works.

"I'm sorry. I admit that I was a little impulsive just now. I apologize to you for my impulsiveness, Mr. Li."

The number written on the brand new check held between two fingers caused the other party's attitude to change 180 degrees.

$500,000, enough to buy his company.

Li Zhenyu shook the check between his fingers, making it make a stringing sound. "Smart choice. Now, take your money and get out of my company."

I took the check like in a dream, put it in front of my nose and took a deep breath, 'Hmm~ That's it, this brand new, intoxicating, can't help but immerse myself in the scent of ink, I think I will love it forever.'

"Okay, have a nice day."

After taking the check, the other party left without hesitation. At his age, no one would have a problem with money.

If he were 20 years younger, he would let the other person know how powerful he is. If he were 10 years younger, he would throw money in the other person's face and talk to him about dreams and struggles. If he were 5 years younger...

He would probably take the check with a grim face, and send all the "blessings" he could think of in his heart.

Now, he just wanted to go home quickly and tell his wife the good news.

Move to Florida with her and live the retirement life you've always dreamed of.

To hell with the damn art!

Several years ago, his body allowed him to have extravagant aspirations for art.

so……

He sincerely thanked the generous young man and wished him a pleasant day.

"Okay, Hardy, you're mine now. Let's talk about what to do next."

Feeling the big hand on the back of his neck, Hardy felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet to his brain, "What is he going to do?"

Helpless, pitiful and weak Hardy vaguely thought of the chicks waiting to be slaughtered on the assembly line.

…

Move Dirty Cowboy to Hollywood, give it a name, and let Hardy be the legal person and be fully responsible for everything in the company.

In the future, he will become a rising star in Hollywood. Someone will provide him with scripts. He will first make some art films to cater to the gentlemen in the academy.

Then, he will grow stronger step by step, but he must remember one thing: "Don't let political correctness affect your judgment and aesthetics."

The political correctness of Disney in later generations is simply another form of discrimination.

Li Zhenyu sometimes wondered if they were playing the opposite role, forcing society to be disgusted with black people and quickly transition to the era of "empty magazines".

When that day comes, alas~ he will have to talk to Parker and see if he can get two more active armored vehicles, and add an explosion-proof chassis to the H2, and if possible, get two more Black Hawks.

As a person with a rabbit soul, it is normal for Smecta to have a fear of insufficient firepower, right? ! ! "Boss, what is the name of the new company?"

After listening to the future he described, Hardy has entered a new role and began to look forward to a wonderful life in the future.

At this moment, he felt as if he was only one step away from the Duchess.

"You are the CEO, you make the decision."

"Duke Film Studios..." Hardy shouted out the name proudly, and when he found that the whole scene was silent and no one responded, he slowly put down his raised hands.

With a bit of trepidation, he asked carefully: "Boss, what do you think of this name?"

(End of this chapter)