Reborn Hollywood Ladies

Chapter 453 The Opportunity Brought by Nightmare

The feng shui took turns, and the man and the cheating woman became scumbags and scumbags that everyone shouted and beat. From then on, I also realized how helpless the girl was before she died.

That's why she was so angry when she heard the young man's sour words, because she thought of how painful it would be for a person who can't speak clearly to encounter such a situation.

The previous life really left her with many painful memories. The entertainment industry seems to be shining brightly under the flashlight, but how many people know how many unspeakable stories are hidden behind it?
After being awakened by the nightmare, it took Laila a long time to recover.Only then did I remember that I was Laila Moran and had a new life.But what could she do if something like that happened again?

"Weibo! Twitter! Facebook!" She read out these famous social software in later generations.

Moran started out as a journalist, and also controlled several media outlets.But she knows that with the development of the Internet, paper media will eventually be pushed out of the mainstream stage.The time has come to find an alternative and grab the turf!

She remembers clearly that 911/[-] made bloggers the era of journalists for all.No matter how big or small any event is, it only takes a short time to spread across the entire earth through the Internet!

It's only January now, and she still has more than half a year to arrange her next work. Maybe this 1 will bring her a new opportunity.No one wants to see such a thing happen. She has no ability to change anything, so she can only use her hands to change the future!

The blog entered the East in 2000, and it has been tepid. It was not until the appearance of Mu Zimei that many people finally recognized it.However, this enthusiasm did not last long, because long-winded articles did not conform to the reading habits of ordinary people, so short Weibo appeared in front of the public.

It may be too late for Laila to get a hand in the blog, not to mention that there is not much money now, even if there is, it will not be able to be drawn from the stock market futures in a short while.So she set her sights on FB, which only appeared in 04.

It is now 2001, and the development of smartphones has just begun, and it is not mature enough to use mobile phones for assistance.But the rise of the tablet computer started a step ahead, such as the new prototype introduced by Microsoft last year, which is already very close to what the future will look like.

"Oh, I have a headache." Laila lay on the bed and lamented, she really wasn't the one thinking about these things.Knowing the future trend, there is a feeling of not knowing where to start.

"Let's leave it to grandpa." As before, write a plan and hand it in, and then it's up to grandpa to arrange what to do.Sure enough, that still suits her better!
So when Roy came in from the outside, what he saw was Laila who was writing something furiously.

"Writing a script again?" In his impression, only when she was writing a script would she put on such a serious face.

"No, I'm writing a proposal to do something on the basis of my grandfather's website."

Because of the rebirth of memories that bring the future, Leila pays more attention to the development of the Internet than anyone else. Under her influence, several media under Moran have their own websites, and some of them have already achieved the status of a news portal. To a certain extent, it has more readers than other follow-up websites.

She plans to merge FB and the website together, which can not only promote but also increase the popularity of the website, which really kills two birds with one stone.

"Then you are busy, I will sit here for a while." Roy originally wanted to ask her to have breakfast with her, but now it seems that he should call room service.

Leila responded, and continued to devote herself to the planning of the proposal.

It is said that serious men are the most handsome, but serious women are also very attractive. At least Roy can't take his eyes off Laila's side face at this time.

Until Duang! Duang!The knock on the door almost knocked the door open.

"Leila, come and take a look at my new script!" As soon as the door opened, Wu Yuan jumped in from the outside.

The messy bird's nest hair, the blue beard stubble, the pickle-like clothes and a sock sticking out of the trouser leg...

Laila was so shocked that she casually picked up the camera she had put aside, called "eggplant" to him and pressed the camera button.

The flash flashed away, finally cooling down Wu Yuan, who was hot on the forehead, and replaced him with a dazed expression: "Why are you photographing me?"

"It's nothing, I just think your image is very good, maybe it can be used in future movies."

"Really?" Wu Yuan didn't think about anything else for a moment, happily put the script on her desk, and then leaned his head to look at the camera: "Brother is very handsome. You may not believe it when you tell me, he used to go to school Brother Shi is the school grass."

Lila replied him with a meaningful "hehe", she really didn't believe it, as far as she knew, no school grassroots in any school had an aura of being funny.You can be as cool as a domineering president, or as warm and masculine as a prince, but is it funny?Don't be kidding me!
Seeing that he was so close to Laila, Roy's face suddenly collapsed. If the room service and breakfast were not delivered at this time, he would definitely squeeze between the two of them.

"Look, I've been writing all night, and I think this is the best version!" Wu Yuan was probably hungry, and he was familiar with himself, so he grabbed the breakfast in the cart parked next to him and ate it. Rise to go.

Roy stared at him in disbelief, watching helplessly as he grabbed three buns in one hand and ate up a basket in just two bites.It was the breakfast he had ordered for Laila, to eat with her "by the way."Is this guy from a refugee camp?And has he forgotten whose place it is now?

It's a pity that the other two people in the room didn't accept his resentment at all, one was flipping through the script, the other was eating steamed buns, sitting beside her and watching her read the script.

Roy frowned, and finally couldn't bear to disturb her work, so he called and asked for two more breakfasts.

"It looks much more interesting this time, and I think it can be changed here." Laila pointed to the script and said, "The conflict between their ideas can be deepened. Then..."

"It makes sense." Wu Yuan pondered for a moment, then nodded sharply: "What else?" What does it mean to listen to Jun's words, which is better than reading ten years of books, this is it!How else could he be a major Hollywood director?The brain is turning faster than ordinary people!
"And this..." Lyra said, writing some prompts in the margins of the script, and when she closed her mouth to write, a bun or a spoonful of porridge would be put to her mouth, Then she was eaten unconsciously.

When she saw that she was almost done eating, Roy went to eat his share.Because Claire talks about it all day, letting him know how "bad" she is, she has always been very concerned about her food.Breakfast is the most basic source of energy to keep alive throughout the day, so how could he see her starving for work?

　Speaking of dreams, Lao Zhuang also had a dream last night, dreaming of hiding with a group of people in the last days.The most real point is that before escaping, I tidied up the box, and I was entangled in whether to put books or other things in it.So during the day, I kept thinking, if it really came to the end of the world, what should I put on my body?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)