The poker game he saw before Lynch arrived was actually Mr. Fox's way of passing the time by deliberately "losing", which simply means that by losing money he rallied some ordinary old men to his side.
Some people may see this as a sign of loneliness and think that Mr. Fox is a poor old man who has no friends.
But think of it from another standpoint, at least he has money ....
Lynch saw through it at a glance that it wasn't at all unusual for someone who dealt with money all day long and wasn't considered a strictly good person to be able to lose until he didn't have many chips in front of him.
He didn't think that Mr. Fox was pitiful, perhaps in Mr. Fox's mind, those who played cards with him and took advantage of him were the ones who were pitiful, at least he wouldn't pay the most expensive time in his life just for the sake of a tiny amount of money.
People often say that money can't buy happiness, Lynch felt that Mr. Fox was quite happy just now, the kind of sitting behind the scenes let those old men think they have found an "honest man", but in the end they became the bait of the happiness they can't experience.
The two joked for a while sitting on the rattan chair, the open-air platform suffers from the wind and sun, and sometimes there will be worse weather, leather sofas or fabric sofas not more than half a year will be bad, but the rattan chair can last a little longer, but also some cultural flavor, more suitable for here.
People were basically like this, once they had satisfied their most basic needs in terms of wealth, they began to pursue spiritual fulfillment, and pursuing cultural fulfillment was a more suitable way for the masses.
"I heard from elsewhere that you guys found a script." , Lynch took a small sip of the coffee brought by the maid, in fact, many young people like him preferred to drink fruit juice because it was sour and sweet.
But the real Lynch was not a young man, he had already passed the age of liking sweet and sour, and this kind of flavor didn't appeal to him, instead, some bitter but with a sweet aftertaste was more fascinating to him.
Mr. Fox nodded, "You know, that bastard son of mine is a college student ...", he said that young Fox was a bastard on his mouth, but the glory that came through his face betrayed his heart, "One of his alumni approached him and offered him this script, and Fox Jr. thought it was interesting, so why not let him give it a shot?"
Lynch could understand this feeling as a father, in fact, every father would want his child to follow a bright path, even if he was the leader of a crime family.
He nodded, "I talked about it when I had dinner with the mayor tonight, he agreed to give us a financial allowance, I can't guarantee exactly how much, I asked for as much as possible."
"Alternatively you can apply for assistance at the Department of Social Services, they will arrange for specialized staff to work with you on the shoot."
Mr. Fox froze for a moment, then immediately thanked Lynch, "You're a good man, Lynch!"
"We are friends, and friends should help each other, don't you think so?"
Mr. Fox didn't hesitate for a second, "You're right, friend Lynch!"
Maybe it was because Lynch's arrival distracted little Fox, maybe it was because he wanted to learn Lynch's opinion to find a sense of identity, not long after that he took the script to the balcony on the second floor and handed it to Lynch, "Do you want to read the script, if there are no surprises, this is the first movie we'll shoot."
Fox father and son set up a "Fox Studios" company, in which Lynch also invested some money, accounting for thirty percent of the shares.
Originally he meant to share 10% mean on the line, but the father and son are very enthusiastic, had to give him 30%, for which Lynch shelled out an additional 300,000 yuan (temporarily did not come to the account, but will always come to the account), the father and son of this dog days!
In view of the attitude of being responsible for his own money, he looked at it very seriously, thanks to his previous experience and experience, he also has a certain connection with this line of fast money.
Looking at it Lynch's eyebrows rose less than honestly, it was a very common road thriller romance, maybe a bit of a mouthful, but at the moment this kind of movie belonged to the kind of mainstream movie that was more common.
Before there was a faster way to move around, people traveling to and from different cities often chose to do so by car, for one thing, because it was less expensive than taking the train, but also more free, and as we all know, freedom was written into the charter, and the Federation's bones were filled with the flavor of freedom.
People love the highway, the beauty and poetry of driving down a sunset Gobi beach toward a bright red soon-to-be-setting sun, so road movies have always been prevalent, and the low cost of filming is one of the reasons why.
But this script ... Lynch does not look good, a woman's car broke down, and then hitchhiking on the hitchhiker's car on the car of a perverted killer, even more outrageous is that this woman in the hurt and torture actually fell in love with the perverted killer, thus completing the inexplicable redemption, so that the perverted killer to return to normal and take the initiative to turn himself in, she also gave birth to that perverted killer, so that the perverted killer is a good man. She even gave birth to a child for the psychopathic killer.
It's definitely not the atmosphere that's creepy, it's the writer's head, Lynch puts the script down, he adds some body language on his arms, trying to find a word that's relatively calm and peaceful, but he fails.
"I don't know how to describe it ..."
Fox Jr. might have gotten the wrong idea, "Were you blown away by it too?"
Lynch glanced at Mr. Fox, who also seemed to be looking at him intently, trying to get some reference value out of him, and frowned, "Maybe I don't know enough to understand the deeper meanings of the script, but I do know that it's not a script I'd enjoy, and I wouldn't pay a ticket into a movie theater for it."
Fox Jr. had more than a little incredulity on his face, "Its a very good script with tons of innuendo in it, didn't you realize that it actually relates to some religious stories?"
Next Fox Jr. began to explain to Lynch what a certain paragraph in the script represented, what kind of metaphor was behind it, and at the same time insinuating something else, in his description and explanation, something deeper about this script was revealed.
In fact, this script, like its author, is missing some people who can clearly interpret it, which makes a lot of interesting, deeper content not to be found.
Lynch isn't very interested in that though, "Entertainment seeks to have fun, not to make people think, that's what philosophy makes people do."
"Audiences don't pay a few bucks to take a family and sit in a movie theater for an hour or two to think about why this and why that, they just want pleasure, and it just so happens that I haven't found a lick of it with you."
"It may make you feel a little sad to say that, but I must say what I feel in my heart, because I am responsible for my money too."
Mr. Fox had a smile on his face the whole time, he didn't know much about movies, but he understood what interested people and what didn't, and he didn't think it was a good story either, yet all these college kids thought it was great.
As a father he was absolutely incompetent, so he hoped to somehow make up for some of what Fox Jr. was missing, and instead of saying it was bad, he kept quiet.
If Mr. Fox Sr. had stopped Fox Jr. from making this script, it probably wouldn't have been too effective, but Lynch was different, and Fox Jr. in some ways admired Lynch even more than he admired Mr. Fox, and at least the two of them, father and son, had been transformed into successful people only with Lynch's help, and this was just a small step in Lynch's own plan.
"Is it really that bad?" , Little Fox began to come out of the frenzy, also vaguely feel seems really a little ... bad?
"Take it out and show it to people on the road who have nothing to do with this, they'll tell you the truest side of the story!"
Little Fox was a little less than impressed and left, but Mr. Fox asked, "Do you have any good advice?"
The question puzzled Lynch a bit, "What do you mean in terms of what?"
"The script, the story of the movie!" , Mr. Fox followed up, "He's actually rented the entire set of things he needs to make the movie, which can't be cheap, and the renters have said they won't refund even if we don't use them ..."
Now these days the economy is in the doldrums, wanting a refund is absolutely impossible, maybe someone will say, but it's only 200,000 to 300,000 or 300,000 to 500,000 things, can't be refunded just can't be refunded, Fox father and son make so much money, still care about this kind of money?
Maybe it was like that when the economy was good, and now that the economy is bad, things have become not quite the same.
Besides, these things are not sold to them, even if they can't be returned, they can still leave things behind, these things are rented, after the time period on the contract, they will have to be returned to the renter, they won't even drop a hair.
Originally Mr. Fox's intention was to let little Fox take a loss, he always felt that this society was simple, and even felt that even if they didn't take the current path, they could still get ahead just the same.
If Lynch didn't know about this then everything would have gone according to Mr. Fox's plan, the filming would have been done and then the release would have failed, and little Fox would have realized the complexity of society and how right Mr. Fox was in terms of his experience, which would have positively helped the relationship between father and son.
But now not only Lynch knows, the mayor also knows, so if this matter is still according to his initial plan to do so, there is the possibility of losing not only the little Fox alone, even he will also "lose".
People will see the birth of a big joke, this is not Mr. Fox, the old fox planned the plot, he must save back.
Lynch is about to say he can't do anything about it when he suddenly remembers that the truck driver told him that there's a dumbass named James in the fleet who writes stuff and supposedly sells it to movie studios or labor unions, so maybe he'll have a clue?