is not Michael christon

    Italian Restaurant's Boss Jeff found that these days Eric seems to have changed someone, no longer often stunned, and the whole person becomes radiant. The guests were not as jerky as they used to be, and occasionally with the guests a few harmless jokes, and even one time Jeff found out that Eric was adept at using a somewhat hippie but not offensive tone, with a single lady around more than 30 years old, The cashier received a three times-fold tip and an unabashed wink at the checkout.

    "Eric, is it a good thing, I found out that you have been…abnormal? "After a break, Jeff finally couldn't help but ask, and he was still very concerned about the child left by his old friend.

    "Is it obvious?"Eric groaned and asked.

    Jeff smiled. "Of course, it's written on your face."

    "Maybe, it's because I have found the goal of struggle. You know, once people have ideals, the whole person will become very excited."

    "Oh, what is the ideal, can you tell me?"

    "Of course," Eric replied: "I decided, I will be a Director in the future. Hey, I recently created my first script and finished it in two days. "

    "guide...Director ? "Jeff was a little surprised, and he was subconsciously trying to persuade Eric not to be too tall, but remembered that the child had just emerged from the sorrow of his father's death, found a goal, or swallowed his own words.

    Eric's skin is filled with the soul of a middle-aged man. Jeff just has a slight change in his face. Eric knows what he wants to say, but he smiles and doesn't care. After all, it's Hollywood, and there are tens of thousands of people coming to the world to pursue movie dreams every year, but there are very few successes. It's normal for Jeff to have this idea.

    "That one...Wait until your script is written, you can show it to me. You know, I used to want to be an actor, don't look at what I am like now," Jeff patted his huge beer belly and said: "I was very handsome that year. You have to know that I have also participated in the audition of a small character in The Godfather. It has been around for so many years. "

    Eric is a little dumb, I don't think Jeff has such a past, but it will soon be relieved. Here is Hollywood, the world's largest film factory, nothing is impossible, Stallone also shot "The Party at Kitty and Stud's" It.

    "No problem, you can help me with some advice."Eric replied, just let Jeff help himself see if there are any loopholes in that script.

    Although Eric has tried to modify some of the script's things that appeared only after 1988, there is no guarantee that there will be no flaws. As an outsider, Jeff can easily find some out-of-date things in the script.

    Two people talked and laughed a few times. Several guests walked into the restaurant and Eric quickly greeted the guests.

    One day's work passed quickly, and Eric came home and ate dinner, and began to busy the "Jurassic Park" novels and scripts.

    "Jurassic Park" has basically been written, and now is the final proofreading. Eric plans to take a few copies of the draft to submit to several Publishing Houses tomorrow. The script just writes an outline and some notes that need to be modified. To do this, for Eric, who has a complete image in his mind, it takes only two nights to finish writing the script.

    The next morning, Eric left home at seven in the morning and planned to copy and mail "Jurassic Park". He had already prepared some of the submissions for the famous Publishing House of North America in advance, even though these large Publishing House refused. Eric's manuscript, he will not be disappointed. You know, North America has as many as tens of thousands of large and small Publishing Houses, and one will be willing to publish the novel. Although "Jurassic Park" once topped the list of "The New York Times" bestsellers, Eric didn't care about the "Jurassic Park" royalty, but just wanted to put the novel in his hands after publishing the novel.

    "Hello, can you help me?"Just entering a printing shop, a somewhat thin black female clerk warmly greeted her.

    Eric pulled out the manuscript in the bag: "I want to make a copy of this manuscript."

    The black girl looked at the thick manuscript, her eyes were slightly brighter, and her smile on her face was even brighter: "Sir, can I have a look?"

    "No problem," Eric handed the manuscript over.

    The black girl did not pay attention to the contents of the manuscript, but skillfully counted the next page: "About three hundred pages, it is better to count three hundred pages." Every time you make a copy of 30 USD, how many copies do you want to make? "

    30 USD ! Eric's mouth was soaked and sighed, and he now has only a few hundred dollars in cash, which is a one-month salary.

    After a bit of bargaining, the two agreed to make four copies of the price of one hundred USD. After paying the money, the black girl politely gave Eric a cup of coffee, then took the manuscript and began to copy.

    Eric boringly holding a coffee cup and watching the black girl operate the copy machine, secretly counted the time, about half an hour to complete, will not delay to the restaurant to work. Although the restaurant started to be really busy after ten o'clock, even if it was late, Jeff's character would not deduct his salary, but the friendship was due, the work was work, and Eric knew that he wanted to maintain a good relationship with Jeff and keep himself safe. The duty is a must.

    After about ten minutes or so, the print shop door was slightly dark, and Eric looked up and saw a brown-haired white man walking into the store with a purse.

    The man is about forty years old, and his height is less than one meter seven, but he looks very strong. His chin has a brown scorpion, his nose is tall, he wears a pair of gold-silk glasses, his forehead is slightly bald, and the whole person exudes a gentle book temperament.

    "Welcome, sir, can you wait a moment?"

    The brown-haired man nodded and politely greeted Eric and sat down next to Eric. The black girl temporarily stopped her work and quickly poured a cup of coffee to the brown-haired man: "Sir, it will be better for more than ten minutes. Please have a cup of coffee first."

    The brown-haired man took a coffee call and thanked the black girl for seeing the thick stack of manuscripts. His look was slight, and there were only three people in the store. The man couldn't help but look at Eric.

    "Trying to ask, is that your manuscript?"

    Eric nodded. "Yes, a novel, I just finished writing, I plan to make a few copies."

    "You look like a high school student, it's amazing. I can't do this when you are so big."

    "Thank you, in fact, this is my first novel, and I don't have much confidence."

    "No, believe in yourself. That, can I have a look at your novel? "The brown-haired man said, took out a business card and handed it to Eric. "Just, I have a small Publishing House."

    Eric took a look at the business card, Michael Claus, Night Elf Publishing House Manager. Eric's eyebrows couldn't help but jump, but fortunately not Michael Crichton. Eric couldn't help but vomit the Westerners' lack of creativity in their names. In the class of Eric High School, there are two in the class called Jack, two in Jessica, and the scope is extended to the whole school. It is. Even the son was born to be too lazy to get a new name, directly called Robert Downey, what is the same, there is wood!

    Anyway, looking at it and not getting pregnant, Eric took the copied copy and handed it to Michael Claus. The other party took the manuscript and took a look at the title, and casually said: "Jurassic Park, a very interesting name."

    Eric smiled and didn't answer. Michael Claus doesn't say anything anymore, just flip it. As the reading progressed, Michael's casual look gradually became serious. He just praised Eric, but he didn't think that Eric's age could write a wonderful novel. In his past experience, the authors of best-selling books are almost all filled with people's experience and rich knowledge.

    After reading the manuscript in his hand quickly and carefully, Michael carefully arranged some scattered manuscripts and looked up at Eric. The eyes were filled with surprise, excitement, happiness and a certain amount of hope.

    "Young people, can I know your name?"

    "Eric Williams," Eric replied without any suspicion. With his rich experience, how can you not see what Michael has in his expression? Although there is no plan to hand over Jurassic Park to the small Publishing House, it does not prevent him from getting to know Michael Claus. In the unlikely event that "Jurassic Park" was rejected by the well-known Publishing House, this is also an option.