The black Cadillac drove past Nancada and entered the southern part of downtown Los Angeles. He soon arrived at the target block. Ronan dared not stop casually. South Nancada is one of the most chaotic places in Los Angeles. Losing cars is too common, so he doesn't want to report the case later.

Not far along the block, I found a public parking lot with managers in front of the large supermarket at home, and then walked back after parking the car.

Fortunately, it was during the day, and as long as you didn’t leave the avenue and enter those alleys, you wouldn’t encounter people who were openly robbed.

When he arrived at an apartment building, Ronan looked at the door number, took out his cell phone and made a call. Just like the previous few times, the message was still a message of the phone shutdown.

There was no choice but to go upstairs and knock on the door.

Just as Ronan was about to enter the apartment building that didn't even have the gate, a luggage bag fell from the second floor and hit the ground, bringing a burst of dust.

I don't know how long it has been since I cleaned the foyer of this apartment building.

"I informed you last month that I would pay the rent for the next quarter!" A man's loud voice exploded: "I have been lenient for you for a month, and you still owe me a month's rent. I've had enough of you!"

Then came the voice of a woman begging.

Luo Nan looked up and saw nothing from this position, but he didn't dare to move forward any further. If he threw a suitcase down, he would have to fight GG. Can a person be lucky to appear twice in a matter like Soul Piercing?

"You go! I don't want the rent anymore!"

It sounds like the landlord is not bad, but he has a very loud voice: "I advise you to find a legitimate job and don't dream of stardom all day long. I have seen women who have such dreams for a lot, and in the end I have to stand on the street."

It's not nice, but it also tells the truth about girls who come to Hollywood to pursue their dreams of celebrities.

Footsteps sounded, and a petite woman in a wrinkled beige suit skirt came down the stairs, looked up at Ronan, with a slightly awkward face under her blonde hair, and picked up her luggage and walked towards the door.

Ronan quickly let out the door, and suddenly thought of the female editor who couldn't make the phone call. After the blonde woman came over, she asked tentatively: "Jessica Felton?"

The woman turned her head and looked here, and the face covered by the blonde hair made Ronan feel a little like he had seen it somewhere.

"I'm not." The blonde woman showed two small rabbit teeth: "You recognized the wrong person."

Ronan nodded: "Sorry, I've disturbed."

The blonde woman didn't say anything anymore and walked away with her luggage bag.

Ronan turned around and looked at her petite back, shaking her head and entering the apartment.

Just like the dilemma he faced when he first came here, the bottom of Hollywood was filled with various embarrassing losers. If he was lucky, he might turn around. If he was lucky, he would have a slightly less luck and went back and forth or went to the San Fernando Valley to be an alternative actress. If he was lucky, he would eventually become a low-level businessman.

For Hollywood losers, it is not the most embarrassing situation that they can't afford rent or something.

Following the stairs to the second floor, Ronan saw a middle-aged black man and asked: "Hello, which room does Miss Jessica Felton live in?"

The black man looked at Ronan and pointed to the corridor with a big finger: "The innermost room."

"Thanks."

Ronan walked through the corridor and came to the small apartment. He knocked on the door. The door was soundproofed very poorly, and soon footsteps came, and then the door was opened from the inside.

The tops of the two peaks are in the front and are exposed from behind the door before the owner.

Because it was too big, it would be difficult for Ronan to not notice it.

It is a kind of sorrow for men to not see their feet when they look down, but it is a kind of pride for women to not see their feet when they look down.

"Who are you looking for?" A slightly hoarse female voice rang.

Ronan instantly came to his senses and his eyes quickly moved up: "Are you Miss Jessica Felton?"

After asking the question, he also saw the owner of Mount Everest. He was a typical Latino with light wheat-colored skin. He was probably a mixed-race man with very delicate facial features. To be precise, he was a woman who was quite beautiful without makeup.

Unfortunately, this woman is too sloppy.

The long brown hair on the head was like a pile of firewood, greasy and slimming on the grey T-shirt with a high chest was covered with a few pieces of oil on it. It should be because the food fell on it. It took about a long time to get a change of color and turn black.

The Latino woman looked at Ronan with a strange look: "I am Jessica Felton, who are you?"

"I'm Ronan Anderson." Ronan took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and said, "Professor Johnson of the University of Southern California Film Academy introduced me to him. He is my mentor."

Jessica reached out to shake Ronan, then opened the door: "The professor will introduce you to you."

Ronan is not the kind of person who is obsessed with cleanliness, but he feels a little uncomfortable with his right hand. It seems that after shaking his hand, he has some greasy things.

This is a studio apartment. As soon as Ronan entered, Jessica Felton said, "You can sit there."

"OK."

Ronan looked at it and had no place to sit.

The closest place is a dining table with a spoon with spicy sauce on it and half-eat Mexican pancakes next to it. Judging from the appearance of the pancakes, they should have been there for a while.

There is only a chair next to the dining table, with leftover takeaway lunch boxes on the chair.

Looking further forward, there was a small double bed with ripped women's underwear and a few pairs of socks. I don't know how long it took to change the socks to be replaced, but one pair was actually hard and almost stood there.

There was a very obvious sour smell in the whole room.

Dirty, messy, bad...

Luo Nan instantly thought of the dormitory she lived in high school. Many roommates liked to soak clothes and then wash them after saving too much. As a result, they were too lazy to wash them under the bed, and the water they soaked smelled smelly.

Finally, Ronan's eyes fell on the innermost set of equipment in the room, which was a small projector, a film film cutter and a film connector. The nearby ground was filled with 16mm and 35mm film.

As for the cut film fragments, there is as much dust as it is.

"That..." Jessica Felton grabbed the messy hair: "I've been busy studying short-lens editing recently. I haven't cleaned it for a long time. I'm really embarrassed."

Ronan guessed how the greasy feeling on his hands came from, and waved his hand with a smile: "It's okay." He looked at the piles of garbage bags and takeaway boxes and asked: "You haven't been out for a long time, right?"

Jessica Felton smiled embarrassedly and said, "I forgot the time when I get busy."

After hearing this and combined with the observations, it is not difficult for Ronan to come to a conclusion that this Latin woman with a beautiful face and no feet can be seen with her head down. She is a crazy technical otakus.

Should I change the strategy?

We cannot use the same strategy to deal with technical mates and old foxes in the circle.

Before coming here, he had done some writing. How could he impress an editor who is talented but has no chance? First, provide opportunities, such as editing videos that are released publicly, subtitles of the editor, etc.; second, offer salary that both parties can accept.

Now, it seems a bit inappropriate.

"You have something to ask me for?"

The room was so messy that Jessica Felton didn't invite Ronan to sit down, and simply asked: "Or the professor is asking me for something? Oh, no, the professor will call me if he has something to do."

Ronan reminded: "I called you and you've shut down."

Jessica Felton slapped his head: "I'm so confused."

Ronan was more sure that this was a technical mate and said, "Miss Felton, I was looking for you, and the tutor recommended you."

"Call me Jessie?" Jessica Felton is not lacking in the cheerfulness and enthusiasm of a Latin girl. "What are you asking for me?"

Ronan said simply: "I am a producer and invested in a horror film. I lacked an editor. I went to ask the mentor for help, and the mentor said you are a good player in this field."

Speaking of editing, Jessica Felton took it seriously: "I'm really good at it."

Ronan decided not to talk about the draft draft for the time being and asked, "Is it better to cut a movie than to practice alone? Go to my place to try it? I will shoot another one after I finish shooting this horror movie."

"Two movies?" Jessica Felton became interested. She couldn't edit formal movies in a nest to practice. She asked quickly: "Is it a formal movie?"

This person looks too young and is still a professor's student. It's not a student's experimental film, right? That would be boring.

Ronan nodded: "The film will be officially released in the theater. The director who made the film has been a director in "X Archives", and his level is very high." He introduced himself: "I am the president of Shahai Entertainment, and I am both producers and investors of these two films."

"Okay!" Jessica hadn't edited the official film for too long: "I've done it!"

Ronan was a little surprised, so he agreed? Isn't it too straightforward?

"Your agent or agent's phone number?" Of course he wouldn't show it, "I'll talk to them about your treatment."

Jessica shook her head directly: "No. I don't have an agent for the time being. I used to call me and disturb me. I kicked him, and the treatment is easy to say, just have a movie to cut."

Ronan asked tentatively: "A weekly salary of $2,000?"

This is not a random offer. In the past, Shahai Entertainment hired ordinary editors who edited videotapes and movies, and this is basically the quote.

Any position in the circle is completely different from the ordinary and famous.

Instead of rushing to respond, Jessica asked, “Can you borrow your phone?”

Ronan took out his cell phone and handed it to her. Jessica immediately called after receiving it: "Professor, it's me, Jessica..."

Half a minute later, Jessica ended the call and gave Roger a cell phone: "Okay, we'll just say that."

Ronan nodded: "Whenever you have time this week, you can go to the Warner Studio No. 17 Studio to sign a contract with me."

"No problem." Jessica responded readily.

Ronan made a few more polite words and left Jessica's small apartment, which was really completely different from what he had imagined.
Chapter completed!