This house, despite being a bungalow, was quite large in size, probably the owner wanted to use this place as a film set when he built it, the interior of the house was delicately and elegantly decorated, and the overall look was quite tasteful, and the living room, bedroom, kitchen, study, and workroom were all available, especially in some relatively hidden places, where the panoramic view of the corresponding room could be easily captured in the reserved camera position.
Murphy was satisfied with the place, and after turning around, he and the realtor went into the soundproofed study.
"Mr. Wayne ..."
Sitting on top of the high-backed sofa, Murphy looked at the real estate agent next to him, "How much is the rent if I rent it for a month and a half at a time?"
Wayne's head spun fast and immediately said, "Nine thousand nine hundred dollars!"
"What?" Murphy frowned, "Too expensive."
"Mr. Stanton, words can't be said like that." Wayne raised his hand and pointed outside, "That crew is a daily rental, up to five hundred dollars per day. I know you're not like them, shooting a regular movie, that's why I gave a discount."
He gushed, "I bet a house as suitable for filming as this isn't easy to find in L.A. There's plenty of space here, it's fully furnished, the decor is almost brand new, and you can totally just shoot indoor scenes. If you rent a set to build a scene for filming, it will cost more than this not to mention that the effect may not be as good."
Obviously, this was a very old-fashioned real estate agent.
Murphy was unmoved, "The price is too high."
In fact, the price offered by the other party was completely acceptable to him, but the current situation was to save as much as he could, and the savings could be invested in the filming and production.
The real estate agent pondered for a few seconds, "Nine thousand dollars, any less and I won't be able to explain to the landlord, you'll just have to look elsewhere."
Fingers gently tapped the armrest of the sofa, Murphy made a decision, "Okay then, nine thousand dollars."
Agreeing on a time to officially sign the contract, Murphy took the lead to leave the study, and through the corridor just turned into the living room, Jessica Chastain next to him saw the scene being filmed in the living room, and couldn't help but open her mouth, and if she didn't reach out to cover her mouth right away, she would have surely exclaimed out in shock.
Someone across the street made a stop sign, and Murphy immediately stopped and stood here at the hallway exit.
Behind the camera in the living room, the director suddenly shouted to stop, took off his baseball cap, stood up and questioned, "What the hell is wrong with you, can you still do it today?"
The one being questioned was a naked male actor, who wasn't wearing any clothes on his body and was in a hurry himself.
Across from him, the blonde woman that Murphy had seen earlier was also all naked, lying on the sofa looking across the room, and said loudly to the director's side, "Marco, change someone, or else we're going to waste our day."
The director immediately pointed at the male actor and said, "You go rest first."
The male actor looked down, hung his head and left the living room.
There were only these two actors in the original living room, and now that the male actor was gone, the director didn't look for another candidate, barked a few words to the cameraman, stripped naked and walked to the sofa, temporarily acting as the male actor ...
"So ... so ..." After the initial amazement, Jessica Chastain gradually returned to normal, peeking at the set in the heat of battle, " So this is the kind of movie this crew is shooting."
Murphy clasped his arms to his chest and looked over there with interest, this was the first time he had seen this kind of movie being filmed, "Don't underestimate this industry, each year's output value added together is not less than the North American gross box office amount."
Even that actress who was pressed on the sofa, later on, her body income exceeded ninety-nine percent of Hollywood stars.
Seeing Murphy looking over there with an appreciative attitude, Jessica Chastain muttered, "Let's hope that this movie fails and you turn out to be one of these."
The voice of the words was low, but it was heard by Murphy, who whispered with full concern, "Initially, I also considered making this kind of movie to complete the initial accumulation of funds."
Jessica Chastain then realized that the guy beside her was far more brazen than she had imagined.
The scene in the field was shot, not at all as smooth as what Murphy had once seen on the computer, both sides would pause every now and then, and those difficult poses were really very physically demanding.
Standing here, he had been waiting for nearly half an hour before the scene was considered to be over, and the crew in the living room once again entered the rest time.
The male and female protagonists seemed to be exhausted, and did not care about other people's gazes, just sitting naked on top of the long sofa, drinking water and gasping for breath.
Seeing this situation, Murphy could only sigh secretly, "The money in this industry is not good to compete for, not to mention the high risk of contracting infectious diseases such as AIDS, the requirements for physical strength and body type during filming are also quite strict."
The shooting ended, no one came over to stop them again, Murphy had no intention to continue to stay, this kind of drama was full of interest when they just watched behind the scenes, and after a period of time, they felt tasteless, especially when they saw with their own eyes that the so-called high level of action were all painstakingly filmed, and they couldn't help but feel that the ones that they saw in front of the computer were not much different from the other acting.
To put it bluntly, like regular movies, it was all just acting, but one was in highbrow Hollywood and the other in the infamous San Fernando Valley.
Passing through the living room, Murphy pulled open the door to his room, and had just walked out with Jessica Chastain when the door to the room behind him was suddenly pulled open, and a person hurriedly walked out of it as well.
The other person had a head of curly blonde long hair scattered casually on his shoulders, his angular face still had the fatigue after a large exercise, perhaps he came out too quickly, he didn't have time to put on any other clothes on his body, so he draped himself in a long thin blanket, and the situation inside was hidden as he walked around.
"Mr. Stanton ...," she said as she walked towards the side, "please wait."
Murphy turned his head to look at her, wondering what this heroine was looking for, a few deliberate moments of confusion on his face.
She seemed to have some idea of what the two Murphys were up to and came over to greet them, "Hello, Mr. Stanton. Hello, Ms. Chastain."
Murphy nodded to her, "Hello."
"I'm sorry to bother you ...," the blonde woman shuffled over to Murphy with a pair of slippers, "I'm Jenna Jameson."
She pointed to the house behind her, "One of the leading ladies and investors in this show."
This was the famous Jenna Jameson, of course Murphy knew that, and politely said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Jameson."
"Just call me Jane or Jenna." Her smile was warm and her words were direct, "I heard from Wayne that you're planning to shoot a feature-length movie here?"
Hearing those words, Murphy roughly understood where she was coming from and nodded, "Not until next month."
Jenna James immediately picked up, "To become a Hollywood director at an age like yours is really enviable."
Murphy smiled, "Just lucky."
"Is it?" Jenna Jameson stretched out her right hand wrapped in a blanket and handed over a card, "This is my business card ..."
She made a gesture to make a phone call but didn't leave right away, instead she turned to Jessica Chastain and looked her up and down, her eyes finally resting on her high bulging chest, magically fumbling for another card and handing it over.
Jessica Chastain didn't understand her intentions, but politely took it anyway.
"You're in very good ... condition," Jenna Jameson said in a tentative tone, however, "If you're interested in this industry, you can call my phone number, and I guarantee that you'll be a hit all over the United States in one movie. "
Hearing this, Jessica Chastain's nose almost turned out in anger, and for a moment, she couldn't say anything.
Murphy wanted to laugh, but held back, gently patted Jessica Chastain's back, and took over Jenna Jameson's words, "That possibility doesn't exist, Jessie is a senior at the Julliard School of the Arts."
Jenna Jameson shrugged and said nothing more, looking at Jessica Chastain with eyes that wore imperceptible envy and jealousy, as if bemoaning the injustice of fate.
"Bye." She waved at Murphy and said in a double entendre, "Hope to hear from you."
Seeing Jenna Jameson leave, Murphy headed for the car as well, waiting for Jessica Chastain to get into the passenger side and start the car up the way she came.
Jessica Chastain sat in the passenger side and kept looking indignantly at the business card in her hand.
Murphy glanced at her and casually advised, "It's just an invitation."
"But it's the adult movie world she's inviting me into!" Jessica Chastain said, disgruntled.
"That's fine, she has the right to invite and you have the right to refuse."
In the end, next to just a girl who had just come out of the ivory tower, lacking the experience to cope with it, and with a face that had not yet been honed, Murphy spun around and waited for the Ford to turn onto the avenue, and then added, "In fact, that says a lot about your own condition."
Jessica Chastain thought about it, and it did.
She thought about how the other woman had also given Murphy a business card and asked, "Why did she give you a business card? Trying to seduce you?"
"Seduce me?" Murphy shook her head, "I don't have that interest, and I guess she wasn't interested at the time either."
The other man was one of the top presences in his own circle, how could he be interested in a nobody like him in that kind of exhausting situation.
The seemingly very different circles between Hollywood and the San Fernando Valley actually still had quite a few connections, for example, when the big names in Hollywood hosted rave parties, they would often invite some adult actresses to participate, especially the kind of masked promiscuous meetings, in which these actresses were active participants.
Jessica Chastain had long ago realized that she lacked so much in terms of experience, and the person sitting next to her, younger than her, was sly as a fox.
Curious, she asked, "So what's her agenda?"
"Nothing more than to expand her social circle and make more contacts, especially those related to Hollywood." Murphy raised one finger to point at herself, "I'm a possible potential stock in her eyes, pulling some strings with me, in case I can succeed, it's not unlikely that she'll be able to use this to enter Hollywood as well."
Nodding in understanding, Jessica Chastain asked again in doubt, "Is there such a possibility?"
"There is no such possibility at all." Murphy shook his head, "These women thought that the San Fernando Valley would be the backyard to Hollywood. Unfortunately, as soon as one chooses to enter this circle, the road to Hollywood will be closed forever."
Although the words were said so, Murphy thought that the other party was Jenna Jameson, but still kept her business card, it could not be said that it could be used at any time, after all, the reputation of the queen of that circle was not blown out of proportion.