Chapter 139 137 Only You, You Are the Disposable Type!

Chapter 139 Only you, you are the abandonment type!

A plane departed from Silicon Valley and flew to Los Angeles, and Eric was sitting on it.

When the plane approached Los Angeles, it had to pass through a small town called Santa Monica.

The headquarters of Lions Gate is located here, and Eric also had an affair with Sevi here.

At this time, in a villa in Santa Monica, Tom Anderson was lying on the bed, fast asleep.

He went to bed too late yesterday and was busy all night. He was doing the final verification of the social software My Space he wrote.

This social software is his hard work. It took more than a year from the idea to implementation, and it is finally almost completed.

He has already registered the domain name, and the software will be online in a month at most. By then, he will create the world's first social networking site.

As a super genius, he founded a hacker organization at the age of 14 and successfully invaded the Bank of Manhattan, attracting the FBI to pursue him.

He is extremely confident that the software he developed will become popular around the world as soon as it goes online in July.

The reason why he is so confident is not only because his technology and my space are excellent, but also because he is the first to eat crabs. There are no competitors on the market and he will take everything.

By the time other people want a piece of the pie, it will take at least half a year from developing the software to putting it on the market.

But in half a year, it was enough for him to take over half of the market share.

At that time, who can be my opponent?

nobady! mysapce will always be invincible.

And he will inevitably become an upstart on the Internet and make a lot of money.

A few years later, it was listed on NASDAQ. A dozen years later, it took over social networks around the world, and eventually became the top Internet giant.

Such a beautiful scene, every time I think of it, I wake up laughing in my dreams.

"Hey hey hey"

Tom Anderson was laughing while sleeping soundly. Suddenly, there was a violent knock on the door, as if his home was being torn down.

He woke up suddenly and quickly got out of bed and ran to the living room.

"Who's knocking? Who's knocking?"

Tom Anderson shouted as he got dressed.

"Anderson, open the door, open the door quickly, something big has happened!"

"Jarvis? Are you crazy? Are you going to smash this door into pieces?"

After opening the door, Tom Anderson looked angry and his eyes were bloodshot.

But Jarvis shouted anxiously: "Stop worrying about your bad family, something big has happened, Facebook is here!"

"What?"

"Facebook is coming!"

Tom Anderson wiped the saliva from his face: "You sprayed into my eyes, Jarvis, what on earth are you talking about?"

"I'm going to show you something.

Jarvis ran to the computer and opened Facebook. As soon as the simple interface popped up, Tom Anderson suddenly felt his heart beating wildly, and an extremely bad premonition rushed into his brain.

After entering the account password, Jarvis entered his account, panting and pointing at the interface: "Did you see it? Look at this thing!"

Tom Anderson couldn't help but take a few steps back, put his head in his hands and tore his hair: "OMG! No way! No way! How could this happen? How did this ghost come out?"

Jarvis also sat on the ground, like a deflated rubber ball.

Although he is not the main developer of my space, he is also a shareholder.

Originally, the software was going to be launched in July, and he had great hopes, fantasizing about getting rich overnight, but he didn't expect it to be all over.

"Yesterday, I went to the school to find Professor Seaver, and then I discovered that this software was being promoted on campus. After I came into contact with it, I knew it was terrible. Someone had completed the first social software before us."

"And this guy was smart, and he chose a watertight promotion plan, starting on college campuses, that was more effective than what we were doing."

Tom Anderson stared at the computer screen with an extremely ugly expression. Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, as if he had caught something.

"Jarvis, you said that this software was promoted from campus, so is the developer a college student?"

"If it's a college student, we can definitely find him and buy Facebook."

"What kind of insight can a college student have? If we use the money from selling the software to get a million dollars in front of the other party, I don't think anyone can refuse."

Unexpectedly, he discovered that Jarvis looked like a fool.

"What's wrong? What's that look in your eyes?"

Sighing, Jarvis said: "I had the same idea as you when I first found out, and then I discovered that a large number of celebrities had opened accounts in a short period of time, including Johnny Depp, Peter Jackson, Nicolas Cage, Nicole Kidman, too many to count.”

"At that time, I understood that this is definitely not something that college students can do. The people or companies that developed Facebook definitely have great power."

"Because compared to campus promotion, it is obvious that the celebrity's signature is the other party's real trump card."

"Just yesterday, according to my rough calculation, Facebook gained at least more than 500,000 users. You and I both understand what this data means."

Hearing this, Tom Anderson felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his vision went dark and the world was spinning.

There are 500,000 new users a day. Such terrifying data. Unless the other party commits suicide, it will not take long to completely occupy the US market.

He couldn't imagine how fast it would go. Maybe before July came, there would be no survival soil for my space.

Feeling that something was wrong with him, Jarvis hurriedly supported the other person and put him on the sofa.

"Anderson, I came to you in a hurry just to tell you that we need to make plans early. What should I do with my space? We need to make a decision."

"What's your suggestion?" Tom Anderson asked.

"Continue to develop it. It is almost completed anyway, and then go to Silicon Valley to find Facebook. Maybe selling it is also a good choice. At least it can earn us some money back."

Snapped!

With a slap on his forehead, Tom Anderson shook his head: "My space is my hard work, and I will never allow it to die in this way."

"What do you want?"

After a moment of silence, Tom Anderson said in a deep voice: "We need to find a backer for ourselves. We cannot defeat Facebook alone."

"Microsoft, Apple, Yahoo, Google or media conglomerates, I believe someone will realize how valuable this piece of cake is."

Meanwhile, Harvard University.

There is also a person who is as crazy as Tom Anderson, and he is Mark Zuckerberg.

Looking at the prototype of the software he designed on the computer, and then looking at the Facebook page he created, Zuckerberg felt a deep sense of frustration.

boom!

Punching himself hard on the chest, Zuckerberg's eyes widened angrily.

"It must be cheating, a thief, a thief, they stole my mind!"

"No, the thieves must be around me. They are watching me and stealing my inspiration!"

At this time, the roommate opened the door and came back.

"Mark, why are you still in a daze? Why didn't you go to class? Do you want to fail in your grades?"

Seeing that Zuckerberg didn't respond, his roommate walked over and patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Mark, Mark, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak?"

"Fuck! The thief must be you! It's you who stole everything from me!"

Unexpectedly, Zuckerberg suddenly became violent, threw his roommate to the ground, roared angrily and grabbed his neck.

"Are you crazy?"

It's a pity that his thin body is not suitable for fighting at all, so his roommate punched him in the temple.

Zuckerberg felt dizzy, turned over and fell to the ground.

boom!

Then he was kicked in the stomach, and he coughed violently, curling up like a grilled prawn.

spit!

The roommate spat on his face: "You lunatic, I will tell the school about this, and you can wait to be punished!"

After saying that, the roommate slammed the door and left, leaving only a lifeless Zuckerberg lying on the ground like a dead dog, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Boss, where are we going?"

Peter, the driver, asked as he looked at the shrinking Los Angeles International Airport in the rearview mirror.

Eric lowered his head and looked at the time: "Let's go to the studio. If you don't go and take a look, work there will be suspended."

More than an hour later, the car arrived at the MGM filming base.

We came to Studio 5. If I remember correctly, "Adele's Life" was here.

It was 1:30 in the afternoon, the break time had passed, and it was time to start work.

Eric walked in, intending to keep a low profile, but as soon as his head came out, he heard a staff member shout loudly: "The director is back!"

He had such a loud voice that I didn’t know but thought he had discovered someone murdered.

In an instant, everyone in the room looked at each other. Eric smiled awkwardly and could only wave and say hello to everyone.

Ashley and Mary were seen looking resentful, and next to them was Chloë Sevigny, who was making a guest appearance.

Behind the surveillance screen, Andrea and Neill Blomkamp hurriedly stood up and walked over.

This female director from the UK sighed as she walked: "OMG! Director, you are finally back. It seems that God finally heard my prayer."

"Director, if you don't come back, the crew will have to take a vacation where they are."

Eric chuckled: "It's not that exaggerated. I think the scene was quite good. Everyone was very involved."

Before he finished speaking, Ashley and Mary came over with pouted lips.

"I have never seen a director like you, abandoning the crew and running away. You disappeared for half a month!" Mary complained first.

"Eric, although I have never shot a big production, "Adele's Life" is definitely the weirdest crew I have ever been on."

"The directors I worked with in the past all worked hard to squeeze out time and actors. They wanted to go and shoot for the actors in person."

"You really opened my eyes. I know that some directors are crazy, some are patient, and some are irritable."

"Only you, you are the abandonment type!"

"You abandoned the crew, you abandoned me and Mary!"

Ashley made a veiled accusation, and a few words could be said to be a hidden secret.

Others couldn't understand, but Sevigny, who understood Eric's true nature, had an intriguing look on his face, and his eyes wandered back and forth on Eric and the Olsen sisters.

It's understandable that the assistant director is anxious, but the actor is so anxious, and he still says that they are having an affair!

After being criticized by everyone for a while, Eric also understood the current progress of the filming.

Since sleeping with the Olsen sisters, Ashley and Mary have opened up their Ren and Du meridians, and the filming progress has been very fast.

Looking at the plan, there are only one or two tenths of the scenes left, and it is estimated that it will be finished in more than a week.

This is an art film, and it was completed in just over a month. It's not an exaggeration to say that it's very fast.

"Sevi, how is the filming of Get Out going? I haven't visited the set in such a long time."

Chloë Sevigny shook her head: "I don't know. I'm just an actor and I'm responsible for performing my part. I don't know how Director James Wan arranged the filming."

"Are you happy working with James Wan?"

"Great. Although he's younger than me, he's a very thoughtful director with a good personality and doesn't curse. Our set is very harmonious, but..."

"What is it?"

"It's just him. Forget it. I don't like to say bad things about others behind their backs."

Sevini hesitated to speak, but it aroused the curiosity of others. Who doesn't like gossip?

Eric asked, "What are you afraid of? I'm the one asking you this. I'm his boss, he won't blame you."

"Okay, I'll tell you, Director James Wan is very stingy, especially stingy!"

"Props, blood, venues, vehicles, he really can save money in all aspects. No matter what link, he will use the rotten ones instead of the good ones."

"I really doubt how much money MGM approved for him?"

"Director James Wan has made such an excellent work as "Saw", so it's not worth giving him just one or two million."

Eric K waved his hand: "Of course not, I'm not Grandet, I approved him a budget of 5 million US dollars."

Sevigny frowned: "5 million US dollars is not a small amount, he has money but doesn't spend it, and he's so stingy! It's really hard to understand."

"Hehe, stingy but effective, film and television companies like this kind of director the most."

"Hehe! Of course capitalists like it, but it's hard for us actors."

"Stop talking nonsense, get to work!"

Eric took the microphone, and the crew, which was originally slow in progress, instantly turned on the nitrogen acceleration.

No one knows better than him what kind of feeling "Blue Is the Warmest Color" wants to shoot. Under his command, Ashley, Mary and Sevigny began to compete with each other.

One is a nominee for Best Actress, and the other two are real lesbians. The latter's abundant emotional explosiveness is not inferior to the former, and even more than the former.

Unknowingly, a few hours have passed, and the shooting has lasted for the whole afternoon.

As the time to get off work came, everyone began to clock in one after another.

Eric was thinking about calling Gadot, and when he went to her place in the evening, he was surrounded by the Olsen sisters one after another.

"Let's go!" Mary said.

"What?"

"Let's go, you're not going to break your promise again."

Eric slapped his thigh: "But I didn't bring a gift, it's not appropriate to come to her house like this."

"I knew you would make excuses, I bought it." Ashley said.

"I invited you to my house for dinner and I also helped you prepare a gift, you won't refuse it?"

"Haha, how could that be, then let's go."