2 Chapter 2 Friends Ryan (1/2)

People always like to chase poetry and distance, chasing illusory dreams, but before acting, it is best to fill their stomachs first. If they can't even the most basic survival, everything else is just empty talk.

It's been two days since I came to this strange country. Lehman didn't go anywhere and did nothing except wandering around here to get familiar with the environment.

Before his movie dream can be realized, he must first have an opportunity to participate, or a job related to it.

After all, his total assets are only 356 yuan except for the property. He also spent 30 yuan on the bakery today, which is only 326 yuan.

If he doesn't find a source of income, he may really starve to death in France-it would be too cruel to die in a foreign country, Lehman absolutely does not want to.

The sky soon began to darken again. France didn't know whether the security conditions were good or not, and Lehmann didn't dare to go out to hang out at night alone.

For dinner, I went out to buy French bread sticks in the morning, plus some cooked cold boil, chewed it randomly, and swallowed it into the water.

It probably only cost 5 euros.Lehman had no income yet, and he didn't dare to spend a penny indiscriminately. He had to save some money.

Lying on the bed in the bedroom early, Lehman turned his mind, thinking about how he should make money next?

write script?No way.Not to mention that his creative ability is very poor, and he can barely justify himself. Even if he writes a good script, who will buy it?There is no shortage of good stories in this world, but people who can take pictures of them.As a former insider, Lehman knows that the script library of many film companies is full of scripts that no one appreciates. This is an infinitely low probability.

To be an actor?It doesn't seem to work either.He looked at his face, and he looked like a superhero, handsome but not handsome, characteristic but not characteristic.How can an ordinary and featureless face make a living in the cruelly competitive showbiz...

As for copying songs, it’s even a fantasy. He has listened to a lot of songs and a lot of English, but he has heard and written songs that are completely different. Let him come from someone who has not received professional studies. Write and kill him.

Thinking of this, Lyman stood up and walked to the window, looking through the window at the star-filled sky, he needed to calm down.

After a long time, he sighed, discarded the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, and turned his thinking back to the most realistic thing, which is to find a paid job to solve the future survival problem.

Everyone wants to get rich overnight, but it's just a dream.

Where is this place?Cannes, the town with the strongest French movie atmosphere.The two-week international film festival is held here every year in mid-May.

There must be no shortage of work in the film industry here, Lehman thought to himself.

As the night darkened, Lehman no longer thought about what to do tomorrow, his physical and mental exhaustion had begun to urge him to rest.

After a good night's sleep, Lyman was awakened by a knock on the door early the next morning.

Only when the door was opened, a dark figure rushed up.

He hugged Lehman and patted Lehman's back with his palm.

”Ryan Garcia.” Lehman could only see who came, and he also shouted immediately.

The man called Ryan released his arm and stood in front of Lyman with a smile on his face, ”Oh, my dear friend, you don't seem to be very happy.”

The man standing in front of Lyman has long chestnut hair that is casually draped over his shoulders. Under his tall nose and rough eyebrows, he has a pair of slightly deep dark blue eyes, and the chin is rough and rough. The messy stubble dots, the whole round face is matched with a tall and thin body, a wild temperament rushes to his face.

He is Lyman's college friend, Ryan.

That is, one of the two members who didn't know how to make money from making movies.

Lyman pouted his lips, worried that he came to collect the debt, but still calmly said, ”Why are you looking for me?”

”It's already June, we agreed to go to the beach to pick up girls, did you forget?” Ryan looked at Lyman with a weird look, wanting to see the panic on his calm face, but he didn't.

Of course, Lehman didn't know what Ryan said. This may have been promised by the original body. Although he inherited part of his memory, he did not have the impression of it.

”But I have to find a job.”