The sun has just climbed over the horizon, has not yet illuminated the gloomy Latin community, a van turned out of the d-intersection, barreled generally into the narrow community road, in the countless people's angry eyes, and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated small building.
The person on the passenger side picked up his cell phone and dialed a number, saying loudly, "Boss, the car is here, you guys come down."
This phone call seemed to be the opening overture, the originally quiet small building instantly boiled, one by one, burly men, carrying packed boxes, walked out from inside the small building.
The last one to come out was a Latin man with dense tattoos on his hands, he loudly reminded, "All you assholes pay attention to me, be gentle, the boxes are all works of art!"
"Boss ...," a bald black man walked to the back door of the van and handed the case to another man on top, turning back and pulling out a smile, "Just put your heart in your stomach, this little thing can still be difficult for us? "
The sun rises from above a small building behind the van, spilling a million rays of light onto the black man's head, reflecting a bit of starlight, the black man spreads out a smile, his teeth appearing exceptionally white, "Boss, I didn't think you really knew the owner of the movie studio, talk to Mr. Stanton about when we can be allowed to make an appearance in the movie."
Murphy carried his briefcase just in time to walk out of the small building, "Next month if you want."
Hearing this, the black man froze as Murphy walked next to Ross and added, "But no paychecks, no lines, and you'll be unloaded."
A roar of laughter rang out around them, and the black man rubbed his head in embarrassment.
There is strength in numbers, not many boxes were moved quickly, the van started slowly and drove out of the Latin neighborhood, towards Murphy's newly found house side.
Back to Los Angeles for almost a week, in addition to completely complete the transaction with Miramax Studios, Murphy most of the time with Robert introduced the real estate agent to look at the house, his requirements are a little more, the house should be used both for office, but also as his temporary residence, the price can not be too expensive, spent a period of time looking for, which is just yesterday signed the official lease contract.
This house is located in Santa Monica and West Hollywood bordering the place, in the Valley District on the periphery, is a small independent two-story building, the first floor area is probably close to one hundred and fifty square meters, the second floor has two separate bedrooms with bathrooms and a study, in full compliance with Murphy's requirements.
Located in a relatively good road, the house area is not small, the rent of course will not be cheap, every month Murphy has to pay five thousand five hundred dollars, which is still in the face of Robert's friendship price.
Murphy can let Murphy favorite there is a point, the house was originally a small company's office, the company not long ago just moved to the office building, many of the old desks and chairs and equipment have stayed, was originally to be treated as scrap, was Murphy to buy over at an extremely low price.
Van through West Hollywood, and through the Santa Monica Green Zone, along the road planted with palm trees has been to the west, and finally stopped in front of this independent house, Murphy's Ford then followed up, he parked the car, and drove another car over to the Ross greetings, directing his a group of men to go to unloading the car.
Pushing open the wrought iron gate and crossing the less than thirty-foot-long flagstone walkway, Murphy walked up the tall steps, took out his key and unlocked the door to the house, waved to the back, and took the lead.
Through the foyer, there was a living room with a huge area, but instead of sofas and other furniture, the living room was instead occupied by a dozen or so desks with partitions, all of which were office equipment Murphy had collected and appeared to be a bit outdated, but before the move, he had gotten a housekeeping company to clean it once, making it look neat and orderly.
"This way ..."
He walked over to the stairs leading from the living room to the second floor and opened a door, which was the underground storage room almost equal in size to the living room.
Those things that had been moved in, excluding a few useful things such as laptops, the rest would probably not be used in a short time, or even later.
These things could be put into the storage room first, and he would organize them later.
There is strength in numbers, this move was completed very quickly, Murphy took them to a nearby restaurant, no matter what, as the host it was necessary to take care of the food.
Last night Ross gave him a call back, heard Murphy talk about preparing to move, specially brought this group of people over.
In the restaurant, the others sat together enjoying a barbecue, while Murphy and Ross sat alone in a booth, chatting as they ate.
"So ..."
Hearing Murphy talk about his experience at the St. Dennis Film Festival, Ross raised his head in surprise, "You invested more than $300,000 in a movie that ended up selling for a million dollars?"
"Yeah," Murphy said vaguely as he chewed on his sizzling barbecue, "It won't be long before you should be able to see this movie in theaters."
The film was a small one, and Miramax Studios would not invest too many resources in it, and after a simple promotion, it would be pushed into the theatrical market, and later into the television broadcast and video channels.
"Profits that high?" Ross furrowed his brows, a thoughtful look on that scarred face, "The input-output ratio is amazing."
Murphy swallowed the food in his mouth, "It's just a matter of luck, if you're not lucky the three hundred thousand dollars might turn into waste paper."
"No, no," Ross put down his knife and fork, lifted his finger and shook it, "If one time is luck, so many times added together, it can't be explained by luck."
Ross couldn't count the number of unexpected things Murphy had done since he'd met him in prison.
Murphy laughed and suddenly changed the subject, calling out to the few people at the other table, "When my movie comes out, I'll invite you all to go see it together."
There was another round of laughter over there, and the bald black man, obviously an activist, asked loudly, "Can I find some pretty actresses to watch with me? Don't they say Hollywood is full of pretty girls?"
Raising one hand, Murphy gave a high middle finger over there.
The sound of laughter resounded once again.
Murphy shook his head and turned back to find Ross across the room still looking thoughtful.
"You're going to keep making movies?" Ross looked at him and asked, "Yeah?"
"Didn't I tell you that?" Murphy picked up his glass of water and took a sip, switching back to his old tone, "My future is in Hollywood."
Ross didn't banter and scoff anymore, instead he solemnly asked, "Any new movies planned?"
"There are some ideas." Murphy had always treated him as his best friend and didn't hide it, "Still organizing, it'll be a while."
Nodding lightly, Ross said without any warning, "I can invest in your new movie."
Murphy was surprised, completely not expecting Ross to have this kind of idea.