Exploiting Hollywood 1980

Called Aunt Karen to report my plan, and drove back across America in a Volkswagen.

Ronald began to say goodbye to good friends in Los Angeles, leaving their contact information for future contact.

The first is Cameron, who is now semi-residential in a factory building. The following group of stunt model makers with more seniority than him were turned around by him.

However, they were still convinced by their expressions. Cameron convinced them with his professional ability and professional attitude.

Ronald asked him for an email address and a phone number. However, people in the film industry often move, or stay with the group for a long time, and they have to ask for the address of their hometown. If you lose contact, you are not afraid, you can pick up.

"Oh, I didn't know you were Canadian." Ronald was surprised.

"Yes, my home is on the other side of Niagara Falls. Very close to America."

Then there's Gail. She is still busy in the president's office as always.

"Gail Anne Hurd...Palm Springs, California." Ronald also took down Gail's address.

Maybe four years in New York, don't lose important old friends.

"Have you been to Palm Springs?" Gale asked him.

"I haven't been there, I just know there's a golf tournament there."

"Having a chance to welcome you to my house, all goes well, Ronald."

Palm Springs is a famous holiday destination in California, an oasis in the desert, with many springs, unique scenery, and rich people living there.

"Everything is going well, Gail. Mr. Coleman is on set today, please bid him farewell for me." The two embraced and said goodbye to each other.

And then there's Demi Moore. This girl is a little unusual, maybe the director will appreciate her.

Instead of meeting at his boyfriend's apartment, Ronald hung up on her.

"Hi. Demi, I'm Ronald, and I'm moving to New York for college. Leave me an address and we'll keep in touch."

"Oh, Ronald, okay. . . West Hollywood." Demi Moore gave the address of her boyfriend's rental apartment.

"You know what? I'm writing a song for my boyfriend Freddie right now, and he says my lyrics are good, and you might hear my song hit the charts in the future."

"Really, I didn't expect you to have a talent for writing lyrics, maybe I'll hear it on the radio later."

"Hee hee. Ronald, don't you want to be a director? Why don't you stay in Hollywood and go to New York, where are there people making movies?"

"Yes, there are people making movies in New York. I'm going to New York University to study film, and I'll have a chance to come to Hollywood in the future."

"Everything is going well, Ronald, don't forget me when you become the director."

"No, Demi. You're fine too."

Ronald then sold the TV and went to the post office to register his mailing address for the next six months.

For the next six months, mail sent to his Venice rental address will automatically be routed to Stanton to Aunt Karen's house.

After finally finishing the trivial matters, Ronald took the cash and promissory note, packed the duffel bag his aunt gave him, and was ready to leave the next day.

This duffel bag is also the relic of my uncle Steve who died in the Vietnam battlefield. It is very strong. It can hold a lot of things, both on the hand and on the back.

"Drip...drip."

Ronald, who started at 7 a.m. in the morning, waited in line for half an hour at the gas station, but the gas line still didn't move. I can only honk the horn and ask the old man in the car next to me.

"What's wrong? Why is there such a long line at the gas station?"

"Today, odd and even numbers will be rationed to refuel. Today is the 15th, and only odd-numbered cars can refuel."

"Shxt, I have a double number." Ronald cursed.

The political crisis in Persia has intensified, and demonstrations organized by various forces have emerged one after another.

Oil exports have come to a standstill, international oil prices have soared, and even the price of gasoline is getting higher and higher.

Unexpectedly, California has implemented odd and even numbers to limit refueling. I heard from the brother next door that the government did this during the oil crisis in 1973.

Ronald was about to turn the wheel, find a hotel for the night, and leave tomorrow.

"Hey, if you have extra money, there is a way to cut the queue." The brother next door secretly said to Ronald.

"What can I do? I originally planned to leave the city today. It would be great if I could refuel."

"As long as you buy a bottle of additives" my brother gave Ronald some popular science.

It turns out that as early as the oil crisis 6 years ago, the then commander ordered a price cap on gasoline. The people of America invented an unspoken rule.

If you need to cut in line, you can drive in through the maintenance entrance of the gas station, pretend to buy a bottle of gasoline additive, and the gas station can fill it up for you. It is a common practice for people to circumvent the price limit.

"Oh, thanks, man. But why don't you go?"

"Hey, a bottle of additives costs 5 yuan and 9 yuan, and I have to tip the repairman. I don't care, the boss won't treat me if I'm late for work."

Ronald knew that if it could be solved with money, it wouldn't be a big problem. Turned into the maintenance entrance of the gas station.

"I'll buy a bottle of gasoline additive and fill up the tank for me." Ronald said the lines taught by his brother.

It really worked. The mechanic quickly grabbed the bottle of additive and handed Ronald a separate refueling gun. All the equipment prepared during the last oil crisis.

Ronald smiled and handed a dollar tip.

"Where's the bathroom? I'll go first."

After a while, Ronald, coming out of the bathroom, saw the mechanic pouring additives into the fuel tank.

"Hey, hey, I don't need that, just cheer up."

Perhaps the tip made the mechanic overzealous, and he had already run out of additives.

Ronald, who had no time to stop it, took the refueling gun and filled the fuel tank himself.

"You don't add additives, why do you buy them?" the mechanic asked with gestures.

"Hey, it turns out that you don't understand the unspoken rules better than I do." Ronald saw the immature face of the mechanic, it turned out to be a Latino, and he spoke with a strong Spanish accent.

He waved his hand and stepped on the accelerator, drove the car out of the pits, and thanked the older brother who pointed it out. Ronald got on the highway and drove forward.

This time, on Highway 40, Ronald plans to take the northern route and go to Yosemite Natural National Park to see the style of the northern state by the way.

Ronald turned onto Highway No. 1, which is a coastal road. There are many beautiful scenery along the way. There are elephant seals and ancient castles that look very historic. All kinds of scenery are dizzying.

The most beautiful may be the beaches, which are all private properties and claim to be the most beautiful on the west coast of America.

Outside the mansions, there are white sandy beaches, and there are horses pacing on some sandy beaches. Coupled with the hostess of various styles, it makes people stop.

While driving and admiring the scenery, Ronald unwittingly drove slowly, not driving 5 miles in half an hour. An uphill followed, and Ronald added a little more gas.

The car started panting and shaking, not knowing what was going on. It seems that the more you open it, the more wrong it is, and the exhaust pipe starts to emit black smoke.

The car happened to be in front of a mansion on the beach, Ronald shouted to the hostess through the fence, "Ma'am! Where is a repair shop near here?"

The hostess in the red one-piece swimsuit turned her head with an angry expression at the corners of her mouth, expressing dissatisfaction with Ronald calling her a lady.

She raised her arm and pointed to a small fork across the road, and Ronald hurriedly turned the steering wheel and slowly rubbed over in low gear.

"What did you put in the gas tank?" the young white mechanic asked Ronald.

"I've never added anything other than gasoline... oh no, the gas station gave me a bottle of additives this morning."

"Additives? Is the bottle still there?"

"Yes", Ronald hurriedly found the empty bottle in the car, there was still a little left in it.

"Diesel fuel use" The mechanic pointed to the words on the bottle and looked at Ronald, "This is for diesel."

"Shxt, that bastard at the gas station, definitely doesn't know English."

The mechanic smelled the liquid again. "It doesn't seem to be the smell of diesel additives. I don't know what it is. It's an old bottle filled with some other stuff."

Is this intentional Luo? No wonder he added the fuel tank while he was in the bathroom. What's the difference between that little bastard and those who threw nails on the ground to get your tires repaired?

This is literally highway robbery.

"The combustion chamber is damaged, and the carbon deposition is a bit serious. I am afraid that a major operation will be required." The older mechanic next to him said, looking like the young man's father.

"How much time and how much?"

"It requires a mechanic and a day in line. Not cheap, it's $300 for you."

"$300? You're a highway robbery. I bought this car for $900."

The young mechanic shrugged and said there was no way.

"Or you can sell me the car for 400 fast," my father mechanic said.

"500?"

"450."

Well, just 450, but you guys have to send me back to LA.