Early the next morning, Lyman was awakened by the strong sunlight coming in from the window.

Last night, after he finished writing the outline of the script, he felt so sleepy that he went to bed and lay down in a daze. He even forgot to close the window he opened when he took a walk last night.

Lyman scratched his hair vigorously. Although his brain was still a little unclear, Lyman didn't want to take a nap.

Opening her hazy eyes, she kicked off her slippers and walked to the bathroom.

After a session of operation, I took care of my personal hygiene and felt a little more energetic.

After changing his clothes, picking up the outline of the script, Lyman closed the door with his backhand and went out.

Walking on a relatively clean street, being basked in by the hot summer sun, I instantly woke up.

Vehicles were passing by at high speed, and pedestrians were walking leisurely. Even though the whole body was wearing cool clothes, it was inevitable to start sweating.

Lyman thought to himself: If I had known that Ryan would be asked to drive to pick me up, I would not have arranged to meet at the studio.

But there is no way, it has become an established fact, and there is no use in thinking about it.

Continuing to walk along the street, the tall trees on both sides of the road can barely block a lot of sunlight, so as not to make it even more uncomfortable.

Not far away, there is a breakfast shop. Lyman has eaten there several times before, and the taste is not bad. The most important thing is that it is close to his home and in the direction of his studio, so it is a convenient way.

When I walked in, I saw a large table inside the door with a variety of food plates on it, including a variety of bread options. There was also a large iron bucket on the other side, which contained hot milk.

Lehmann said: "A croissant, a chocolate bread, and a cup of cold coffee."

The fat boss with a smile on his face was wearing a mask. When he heard this, he held a bread tong and gently and quickly took it from the dinner plate. He had already taken out the plastic bag with his other hand and skillfully put it, lifted it and pulled it.

, two portions of bread were ready. He took out the packaged coffee from the counter at the back and handed it to Lyman, "A total of eight euros."

After collecting the money, changing the money, and saying "Welcome to come again next time" with a smile, the fat boss went to satisfy the next customer's request.

Seeing this, you may find out why all foods are sweets. In fact, Lehmann doesn’t understand. Maybe it’s because the French believe that breakfast is the first meal to replenish the energy needed for the day, and what they need most is glucose.

I ate while walking along the way, and when I almost reached the studio, Lyman had already taken care of breakfast.

After drinking, the shriveled coffee bag and the plastic bag containing the bread were rolled up into a ball and neatly thrown into a trash can on the street.

He took out the key, opened the door to the studio, and walked in instantly.

This house is located on a facade on the outer street of Monica's community, which is about 2,000 meters away from Lyman's apartment.

The interior space is not large, only about 20 square meters, with a toilet attached, but no facilities required for bathing. Anyway, this is an empty shell. Lyman, Ryan, and even Thomas do not live here.

Ryan lives in an apartment on the central street of Cannes, which his father bought for him. He stopped living with his parents when he became an adult.

Thomas actually lived in Monica Community, which was a property owned by one of his uncles and was temporarily lent to him.

Lyman took out the mop from the bathroom and mopped the floor while he was free.

I haven't been here for more than a week, and the ground is a little dusty.

Just as I was planning to clean the nameplate on the door, Ryan also arrived.

He drove over in the silver-white car owned by DS.

"Hey, man, you've been staying at home these days, and you've missed a lot of things." As soon as Ryan entered the studio door, he pretended to be sorry.

"What did I miss?" Lyman said cooperatively, answering the question for him.

"You missed it, we went together to appreciate beautiful women. A few days ago, Thomas and I went to Martinez Beach. At a glance, they were all bikinis. The temptation... sizzling."

Ryan smacked his mouth, looking extremely exaggerated.

"Come on, it's not like I've never been to that place before. Do you need to be like this? Seriously, let's get down to business first." Lyman looked puzzled.

He can't do anything just by looking at it, and he is addicted to the behaviors that a stupid kid like Ryan likes to do. He also pretends to be a love saint, and he is an innocent man. Lyman said that he has seen through everything.

"You have a new plan?"

When he heard what was going on, Ryan's eyes became more lively. The creation process of "Buried Alive" was still vivid in his mind, and it was a success, which made him eager to produce the next film project again.

"Well, I have an idea. Let's take a look at the outline of the story first." With that said, Lyman took out a stack of manuscript paper from the folder on the table and handed it to Ryan.

Ryan took the manuscript paper with a little anticipation, sat on a wooden bench and started reading it carefully.

Well, what a stupid name, "Three Idiots Make Trouble in Bollywood", I'm watching it, damn, the plot design takes place in India, and then read on, it's still about college students. After reading all the way, Rui

En put away his previous expectant mood, and many unclear questions piled up in his mind, which made him have to spit them out.

"I think we need to change the name first." Ryan began to express his opinion.

Lyman took advantage of the time he was reading the script to wipe clean the nameplate hanging outside the house. After hearing this, it was okay and said: "What name should I change?"

Ryan said: "I can't be detached. How about expressing my feelings directly and echoing the ending."

"Why don't you call me three fools? It's more direct and clear." Lyman rolled his eyes and ignored it.

Ryan was obviously unwilling to give in. He continued to express his opinion, "Then why do you want to film education in India? School stories in France, England, and the United States are definitely interesting, so why go so far away?"

"I want to talk about the caste system. Do these countries have it?" Ryan was KO'd in one sentence.

He thought for a while and continued: "If we make movies from India, will there be an audience?"

"As long as the story is told well, non-English films will also have audience support. Film art has no national boundaries."

Lyman finally understood what Ryan was worried about. It was just that he saw that the main production place was India, and the actors were also selected in India, so he was afraid it would be too risky.

These days, non-English films are indeed not very popular in the global market. There are very few market masterpieces. Most of them have good reputations but poor box office results.

"Okay, now that you've thought about it, I don't have any other questions." Ryan spread out the manuscript and asked, "What do you need me to do? What is your creative idea?"

"Do you know the caste system in India? Do you understand the entire education system? The general direction is to talk about these. I need you to write the background conditions clearly so that my shooting ideas will be clearer."

"Oh, man, you've given me another problem. When can you make a movie with a French background? I can't understand this Indian country too deeply, not to mention it involves social system issues.

, you have really made things difficult for me. I have to refer to various literatures and may disturb my tutor again." Ryan was also convinced. Why does this friend like to take pictures so much? It is difficult to investigate the background.

What about the movie? Isn't it good that it's a simple one? It's really hard for me, Fat Tiger.

"Just tell me if you can do it." Lyman looked at Ryan and said, "Improve the background, the way the characters speak, and the details of life everywhere. We will do something big this time."

"Oh, by the way, I haven't asked you yet. This movie costs a lot of money to watch. Do you have sufficient funds for filming?"

"Don't worry, I have a plan." Lyman said with confidence.

When Ryan heard this, he didn't say anything. He took the document bag, put the outline of the script together, took it and left.

Researching the social background of India is not an easy task, and he must be very busy.

After watching Ryan leave, Lyman stood in the studio. After careful consideration, he decided to do all the preliminary preparations first so that he could be more convincing in attracting investment in Europa Pictures.

He called Thomas over, and the two of them went to various labor unions to file projects.

The first stop was the Screenwriters Guild. The procedures here are very simple. You can edit the outline of a script and pay a small fee to complete the collection of scripts for new projects.

France's copyright law is very complete, but Lehmann did not expect that the registration of the Screenwriters Guild would play a critical role. Film companies have always had no moral integrity, and imitating creativity is commonplace. Even if it does go to court, this

There is absolutely no problem in dragging out a lawsuit like this for a year or two. I understand everything about freedom and democracy.

The role of the Writers Guild is just to add a layer of insurance, not a guarantee that creative copyrights will not be infringed. No one is stupid enough to think that everything will be worry-free if the script is accepted by the Writers Guild. If that were the case, that would be great.

After getting the registration documents issued by the Screenwriters Guild, the two went to the Directors Guild without stopping.

The threshold for joining here is quite high, and Lehmann successfully joined based on the release of "Buried Alive" and his complete creative experience.

By paying a membership fee every year, you can get help from the union, such as putting pressure on the production company to get a suitable salary, and reasonably demanding profit sharing from the film. The members of the Directors Guild will try their best to provide every member who joins.

The director strived for the best conditions and was also a strong supporter when Lehmann went to negotiate with Europa Pictures.

After dealing with a series of advantages that might bring to the negotiation, the next step was for the two of them to go to the photography union and go through the procedures for Thomas.

Since he wants to truly become a photographer in the industry, qualifications are essential, and with the help of the union, his situation will be better.
Chapter completed!