Hollywood (我就是好莱坞) Part I

CHAPTER 41 - PLEASE DON'T SPILL

Jeffrey Hanson took the envelope and stroked it a few times before unhesitatingly giving it back to Eric.

"Huh ?" Eric was puzzled by that move.

"Eric, I've thought about it these days, and even if I were to get Firefly back, it would still be impossible for me to grow it the way Solina would've wanted, so.... So I have a request."

Eric laughed: "Jeffrey, what are you still hesitating for ? Please just say it."

"You said that you were going to start a film company, let me join you, I might not be a good director, but I can be of use as a producer."

Eric raised his eyebrows in surprise, he had actually thought about this too, he also wanted to completely take over the crew that Jeffrey's wife had left behind.

However, he felt that the man would probably not let go of his late wife's company, and with Home Alone's success, Eric wouldn't have any problem finding out other people, so he had put away his initial thoughts.

But now Jeffrey had actually brought up the matter up on his own initiative.

"Jeffrey, to be honest, I wanted to ask you to join my studio and help me, but I thought you wouldn't want to part with the Firefly studios, so I didn't follow up on it."

Jeffrey listened to Eric's as his face tensed and his said with some apprehension: "Eric, actually, this wasn't my main request, what I hope is that...... that your new film company will also be named Firefly. I know that it's probably a bit too much, but...... I'll help you as a producer...... I won't take any share of it, just a salary would be enough, I wish you'd think about it...."

Eric realized that the man still hadn't let go of his attachment towards his beloved's studio, he was just trying to move on somehow.

This moved him slightly, and Eric quickly made a decision; it was just the studio's name anyway, nothing to fret about. Originally, he was thinking of doing things along the lines of Disney, Warner, and Fox, and name the company Williams', but oh well.

At least this one had a story behind it.

"That's not a problem Jeffrey, I'll just name the company Firefly then. I also quite like this appellation to be honest."

Jeffrey raised his right hand slightly, he was still thinking about how to convince Eric when he heard he latter's words. He asked, dumbfounded: "Eric, what did you...... just say ?"

"I agreed, of course."

"That...... Thank you very much, Eric, I will work hard for you, I....." Jeffrey didn't know how to express his gratitude, he opened his arms and held the youth in a bear hug.

Once they separated, Eric gave him the envelope back: "It's just a name, Jeffrey, I wouldn't have refused you no matter what. Now take this, this is your due."

Jeffrey kept declining so in the end Eric directly put the money into the middle-aged man's breast pocket: "Jeffrey, although there's a relatively large age gap between us, we are still friends. And like I said, isn't it just a company's name ? Take the check, this is the fruit of your labor, so stop saying so many silly things in the future, I'm still gonna need your help to create more miracles."

After a round of persuasion, Jeffrey eventually accepted the envelope. The two of them discussed a few things about the studio, then returned to the party downstairs. Eric announced the establishment of the new movie company Firefly, and when the people heard it, many of them were overjoyed.

They had already glanced at Eric's generous bonus and thought highly of him, but the crew that was left behind by Jeffrey's wife was aware of her husband's desire to redeem Firefly, so most of them had decided to keep following the man, while some others felt more compelled by Eric.

Now however, the two concerned parties had made the best decision they could have hoped for, so the party's atmosphere warmed up as all of them felt relieved.

......

While he was laughing with the cameraman Nicole Frank, Eric turned around holding a goblet, when he noticed a girl wearing a red dress approaching him who appeared to be about to trip, and judging by the direction, she would hit him head first.

"Stop -" Eric quickly shouted with wry smile, lifting his left hand in front of his body, putting a stop to the girl's behavior.

The pretty girl subconsciously halted her steps, and stood a little awkwardly one meter in front of Eric. Some wine had inadvertently spilled from her glass as her movements had been abruptly stopped, and her face held the embarrassment of being seen through.

"This young lady, if you want to strike up a conversation, you can just directly say hello. Please don't spill wine on me, this is actually my last suit, if you ruin it, I'll have no choice but to strip in front of everyone, which would surely be embarrassing."

The girl who initially felt ill-at-ease, started laughing after Eric's words: "Mr. Williams, you're really fun to talk to."

"Of course, I specifically practiced in order to attract the attention of pretty girls." Eric joked: "So, you are....."

"You can call me Lucie, Mr. Williams."

"Lucie, that's a nice name, let's go over there to talk." Eric pointed to an open space not far away. In order to get rid of the other passionate and motive-harboring girls' harassment, Eric wisely chose a temporary companion.

He couldn't help but sigh. If Annie, this stubborn girl, had been here, he wouldn't have these problems. He wondered what she was doing, according to the east and west coast time difference, it should be morning in New York right now.