Reborn to Dominate Hollywood

When Ian walked through the doorway, Mason clearly saw that young Ian had the same young face as he remembered, but his whole temperament had changed. The aura emanating from his body gave Mason new sensations, making him wonder what was going on and what his eyes were seeing.

This is Mason's experience with humans, especially since Ian is the son of his best friend. Most importantly, half of that impression is due to what Ian is wearing today.

"Uncle Mason," Ian said, sitting down in front of him. Mason nodded, but decided to talk to Ian straight to the point.

"Ian, why are you here?" His voice was full of curiosity and doubt.

"It may surprise you, but first I want to apologize," Ian began, his eyes locked on Mason's. He leaned forward in his seat and continued: "I also know it was sudden, but I want to change it, I want to work for the company. He replied bluntly, and what he was about to say was done briefly.

"Are you okay?" Mason asked suddenly. Ian's changes are confusing, even for him.

"Yes, I'm fine, Uncle Mason. But there are a few things I need to start over here. "

And—" Mason was about to explain what was going on here, only because he knew that raising Ian's hopes would not help for the time being, and would eventually be dashed by something concrete.

"I want to work for the company." Ian interrupted him.

"But why? So suddenly? Mason leaned back in his chair with his elbows resting on the armrests of his chair. His thoughts never seemed to stop disturbing his inner peace.

"It sounds ridiculous, but I saw my parents in a dream about a week ago. And I'm — I think I kind of regret what I've done over the past few years. My dad said he wanted me to work for the company and earn an income. While it sounds ridiculous, I'm sure my life a few weeks ago wasn't what I wanted it to be when my father was alive.

Mason let out a sigh in his heart, and he understood what Ian was trying to say. But in his mind, he wanted to know what Ian really wanted to do. Mason was highly skeptical of Ian's whole idea of working for the studio. He pondered for a moment and decided to continue the conversation.

"So, what do you want to do?" He asked.

"I wanted to continue managing the studio, just like my dad wanted me to do. I want to try different things and change my life to see if I can change the situation I am now," he declared.

All Mason knows is that Ian admits that he needs to change and works for the company repeatedly. Still, it added to his doubts, and added to his initial impressions of Ian's arrival.

Mason listened to Ian's words and had a lot of thoughts. Does he want to work for the company? It was something he couldn't believe.

After all, Ian is an irresponsible playboy. People like him hardly change, but on the other hand, Mason doesn't have much of a choice either.

Even if he really thinks so, Ian owns 85% of the studio, which was transferred to him after his father's death.

Previous shareholders all sold their shares to Henry Renner because of losses, but Mason was unable to do so with his own hard work and belief, as well as little hope for the studio to prosper.

In the end, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Well, Ian, whatever you have in mind, I'll do my best to help you," he agreed after a long silence.

"Can you see the studio's recent records?" Ian asked.

"Here," Mason pulled out a file from the locker on his desk and placed it in front of him. "This is the company's revenue record for the last two years."

"'The Room is Heaven'?" Ian pouted in disappointment. "Sexy Gate", "Hot Summer", "Red Shoe Diaries", and several softcore names make Ian's eyes rise from the papers, and the displeasure jumps on his face. After he read all the revenue records, he understood that these were just royalties, and that this was the only thing that kept the company afloat at the moment.

"What are your plans for the company?" Ian asked.

Mason sighed and said, "I've been trying to save up money to make a romantic comedy movie. He paused and straightened his waist: "But with our current fame, no good actor is willing to work with us."

"Understandable." Ian replied with a slight nod. I was immediately thinking about how the company would survive if it continued like this.

"If you can't do that, the company will go bankrupt soon. All the movies here," he said, gesturing to the file in his hand, which focused Mason's, "won't keep the company going to last long, we need to change." He said firmly.

The words that came out of Ian's mouth were nothing new in Mason's mind. He was well aware of reality, but also wondered what else they could do.

"What do you suggest? I mean," he leaned forward, "I've been trying for years, years. The pain in his voice was palpable.

"I might have a plan." Mason's brow furrowed even deeper. Ian continued, "First of all, we need more funding. Also, I know that our distribution channels are more advantageous than other companies. "

I'm afraid I don't get it," Mason interrupted.

"I've been writing scripts for a while. And—

" "What did you say?" Mason interrupted him again.

"Yes, uncle, I'm serious, I've been writing scripts, and I'm going to the Screenwriters Guild today." Ian paused briefly.

"Since when?" Mason asked, amazed at what he had heard.

"I'm creative and I've been writing about this film that can be done on a very low budget, but I believe it can make a lot of money." He said. Ian was a little depressed by Mason's question, which made it difficult for him to explain more.

"Go on, Ian. You know I'm surprised to see you here, now let's hear it. Mason said.

"The name of the movie is 'Home Alone.'" Ian began, completely ignoring Mason's comments. "It's basically about a kid around 8 years old who is stuck at home over Christmas and trying to protect his house from burglars." Ian paused.

"That's all? I don't understand.

"Let me explain, if I had brought the script, it would have been much clearer. There is a child in the house, and mom forgot about the troublesome child in the house because of Christmas activities, sounds normal, right? Ian asked, and Mason had a strange look on his face.

"Ian-

"" genre is comedy. This can basically be done with a small actor, as most of the movie focuses on the kid and the two thieves. This kid is too smart for his age, and he will use all kinds of tricks and traps to stop the burglars" Ian paused, his gaze locked on Mason's.

Ian knows pretty much about the well-known Little Ghost in his universe, and he wonders how much more he can say to get Mason to agree with him. Unless he can know how popular the film is.

The expression on Mason's face didn't change at all, dissatisfied with Ian's statement. He has his reasonable considerations, and as an experienced filmmaker, he thinks everything through at once.

The atmosphere seemed to be getting more and more silent, leaving Ian with no choice but to show Mason the script he had been writing.

"It all may sound naïve to you, I'm inexperienced, and I don't expect you to believe the idea right away, and you can read the script before you publish your idea." He said with a straight face.

"I'll look forward to it." Mason replied briefly.