NOVEL NEXT Exploiting Hollywood 1980.
Chapter 46 Highway Robbery
Chapter 46 Highway Robbery
Call Aunt Karen to report my plan, or drive back across America in a Volkswagen.
Ronald began to say goodbye to his good friends in Los Angeles, leaving their contact information for future contact.
The first is Cameron, who is now half-living in the factory building.A group of stunt model makers with more seniority than him were directed around by him.
But judging by their expressions, they are still convinced. Cameron convinced them with his professional ability and professional attitude.
Ronald asked him for his email address and phone number.However, people in the film industry often move, or they have been with the group for a long time, and they have to ask for the address of their hometown, so they are not afraid of losing contact, and they can be connected.
"Oh, I didn't know you were Canadian." Ronald was surprised.
"Yes, my hometown is just over the side of Niagara Falls. It's very close to America."
Then 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.
It could be four years in New York, don't lose important old friends.
"Have you ever been to Palm Springs?" Gail asked him.
"I haven't been there, I just know there's a golf tournament there."
"I have the opportunity to welcome you to my house, and everything goes well, Ronald."
Palm Springs is a famous resort in California, an oasis in the desert, with many springs and unique scenery, and the people who live there are rich people.
"Everything is going well, Gail. Mr. Coleman went to the set today, please say goodbye to him for me." The two hugged and said goodbye to each other.
And then there's Demi Moore.This girl is a bit unusual, maybe some director will appreciate her.
Instead of meeting at his boyfriend's apartment, Ronald hung up on her.
"Hi. Demi, I'm Ronald. I'm moving to New York for college. Please leave me an address and we'll keep in touch."
"Oh, Ronald, yes. . . . West Hollywood." Demi Moore gave the address of the apartment her boyfriend was renting.
"You know? I'm writing songs for my boyfriend, Freddie, and he said my lyrics are good, and you might hear my songs hit the charts in the future."
"Really, I didn't expect you to have the talent to write lyrics. Maybe I will hear it on the radio in the future."
"Hee hee. Ronald, don't you want to be a director? Why don't you stay in Hollywood and go to New York. Is there anyone making movies there?"
"Yes, there are people making movies in New York. I'm going to study film at New York University soon, and I have the opportunity to come to Hollywood in the future."
"Everything is going well, Ronald, don't forget me when you become a director in the future."
"No, Demi. You're fine, too."
Then Ronald sold the TV and went to the post office to register a mail forwarding address for the next six months.
In the next 6 months, if there is any mail sent to his rental address in Venice, the post office will automatically transfer Stanton to Aunt Karen's house.
After finally finishing the chores, Ronald took the cash and cashier's check, packed the luggage bag his aunt gave him, and prepared to leave the next day.
This duffel bag is still a relic of my uncle Steve who died in the Vietnam War, and it is very strong.It can hold a lot of things, and it can be carried by hand or carried behind the back.
"Didi...didi."
Ronald, who set off at 7 o'clock in the morning, queued up at the gas station for half an hour, but the refueling line still didn't move.I could only honk the horn and ask the elder brother in the car next to me.
"What's wrong? Why is there such a long line at the gas station?"
"Odd and even numbers will be rationed for refueling today. Today is the 15th, and only cars with odd numbers can refuel."
"Shxt, I have an even number." Ronald cursed secretly.
The political crisis in Persia intensified, demonstrations organized by various forces came one after another, oil exports stopped, international oil prices soared, and the price of gasoline was also getting higher and higher.
Unexpectedly, California has implemented odd and even numbers to limit refueling.I heard from the brother next door that during the 1973 oil crisis, the government did this.
Ronald was going to turn the steering wheel, find a hotel for one night, and set off tomorrow.
"Hey, if you have extra money, there is a way to jump in line." The brother next door secretly said to Ronald.
"What way? I originally planned to leave the city today. It would be great if I could cheer."
"As long as you buy a bottle of additives." The old man gave Ronald a science introduction.
It turns out that as early as 6 years ago during the oil crisis, the leader at the time ordered a price limit for gasoline.The American people invented an unspoken rule.
If you need to jump 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 folk practice to bypass the price limit.
"Oh, thanks, man. But why don't you go?"
"Hey, a bottle of additive costs 5 yuan, and I have to tip the repairman. I don't care, and the boss won't do anything to me if I'm late for work."
Ronald knew that what could be solved with money was not a big problem.Turned a corner into the maintenance entrance of the gas station.
"I'll buy a bottle of gasoline additive, and then help me fill up the gas tank." Ronald said the lines taught by his brother.
It worked.The maintenance worker quickly took the bottle of additive and handed Ronald a separate fuel gun.They are all the equipment prepared during the last oil crisis.
Ronald smiled and handed over a dollar tip.
"Where is the bathroom? I'll go first."
After a while, Ronald came out of the bathroom and saw the mechanic pouring additives into the fuel tank.
"Hey, hey, I don't need that, just refuel."
Perhaps the tip made the mechanic overly enthusiastic, and he had already finished adding the additives.
Ronald, who had no time to stop, took the refueling gun and filled the fuel tank by himself.
"You don't add additives, why do you buy them?" the mechanic asked gesturing.
"Hey, it turns out that you don't understand the unspoken rules better than I do." Ronald saw the immature face of the mechanic, who turned out to be a Latino with a strong Spanish accent.
After waving his hands and stepping on the accelerator, he drove the car out of the maintenance area, and thanked the elder brother for his guidance. Ronald got on the road and drove forward.
This time, instead of taking Highway 40 when he came here, Ronald planned 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 1, which is a seaside road with endless beautiful scenery, including elephant seals and historic castles, all kinds of scenery are dizzying.
The most beautiful thing may be the beach. The beaches here are all private properties, and they are known as the most beautiful on the west coast of America.
Outside the mansions, there are white sandy beaches, some of which are pacing with horses, and all kinds of charming hostesses, which make people stop.
While enjoying the scenery while driving, Ronald unknowingly drove very slowly, and did not drive 5 miles in half an hour.There was an uphill next, and Ronald stepped up the gas a bit.
The car started panting and shaking, not knowing what was going on.It seemed that the more I drove, the more something was wrong, and the exhaust pipe began to emit black smoke.
Just as the car drove in front of a mansion on the beach, Ronald shouted to the hostess through the fence, "Ma'am! Is there a machine repair shop nearby?"
The hostess in the red one-piece swimsuit turned her head, with an angry mouth, expressing dissatisfaction with Ronald calling her a lady.
She raised her arm and pointed to a small fork on the other side of the road. Ronald quickly turned the steering wheel and slowly passed it in low gear.
"What did you put in the tank?" the young white mechanic asked Ronald.
"I've never had anything other than gasoline... oh no, the gas station gave me a bottle of additive this morning."
"Additive? Is the bottle still there?"
"In", Ronald hurriedly found the empty bottle in the car, and there was still a little bit left in it.
"Diesel fuel use" The mechanic pointed to the words on the bottle and looked at Ronald, "This is for diesel fuel."
"Shxt, that bastard at the gas station must not know English."
The mechanic smelled the liquid again, "It doesn't seem to be the smell of diesel additives either, I don't know what is in it, it's something else in an old bottle."
Is this intentional?No wonder I filled the fuel tank while I was going to the bathroom.What's the difference between that little bastard and those who drop nails on the ground for you to fix a tire?
This is nothing short of highway robbery.
"The combustion chamber is damaged, and the carbon deposit is a bit serious. I'm afraid we need a major operation." The older mechanic next to him said, looking like the young man's father.
"How long will it take and how much will it cost?"
"It requires a machine repair station, and you have to wait in line for a day. It's not cheap, and it costs you $300."
"$300? You're highway robbery, I bought this car for $900."
The young mechanic shrugged and said there was nothing he could do.
"Or you can sell me this car for 400," said the mechanic father.
"500?"
"450."
Well, just 450, but you have to send me back to LA.
This is the first time I have written a book, and I have heard the opinions of readers.In the second volume, I will continue to learn and improve, and strive to write with a tighter rhythm and a more attractive plot.Today is the last two chapters of the first volume, which will be released in one go in the morning, thank you everyone.
(End of this chapter)
Call Aunt Karen to report my plan, or drive back across America in a Volkswagen.
Ronald began to say goodbye to his good friends in Los Angeles, leaving their contact information for future contact.
The first is Cameron, who is now half-living in the factory building.A group of stunt model makers with more seniority than him were directed around by him.
But judging by their expressions, they are still convinced. Cameron convinced them with his professional ability and professional attitude.
Ronald asked him for his email address and phone number.However, people in the film industry often move, or they have been with the group for a long time, and they have to ask for the address of their hometown, so they are not afraid of losing contact, and they can be connected.
"Oh, I didn't know you were Canadian." Ronald was surprised.
"Yes, my hometown is just over the side of Niagara Falls. It's very close to America."
Then 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.
It could be four years in New York, don't lose important old friends.
"Have you ever been to Palm Springs?" Gail asked him.
"I haven't been there, I just know there's a golf tournament there."
"I have the opportunity to welcome you to my house, and everything goes well, Ronald."
Palm Springs is a famous resort in California, an oasis in the desert, with many springs and unique scenery, and the people who live there are rich people.
"Everything is going well, Gail. Mr. Coleman went to the set today, please say goodbye to him for me." The two hugged and said goodbye to each other.
And then there's Demi Moore.This girl is a bit unusual, maybe some director will appreciate her.
Instead of meeting at his boyfriend's apartment, Ronald hung up on her.
"Hi. Demi, I'm Ronald. I'm moving to New York for college. Please leave me an address and we'll keep in touch."
"Oh, Ronald, yes. . . . West Hollywood." Demi Moore gave the address of the apartment her boyfriend was renting.
"You know? I'm writing songs for my boyfriend, Freddie, and he said my lyrics are good, and you might hear my songs hit the charts in the future."
"Really, I didn't expect you to have the talent to write lyrics. Maybe I will hear it on the radio in the future."
"Hee hee. Ronald, don't you want to be a director? Why don't you stay in Hollywood and go to New York. Is there anyone making movies there?"
"Yes, there are people making movies in New York. I'm going to study film at New York University soon, and I have the opportunity to come to Hollywood in the future."
"Everything is going well, Ronald, don't forget me when you become a director in the future."
"No, Demi. You're fine, too."
Then Ronald sold the TV and went to the post office to register a mail forwarding address for the next six months.
In the next 6 months, if there is any mail sent to his rental address in Venice, the post office will automatically transfer Stanton to Aunt Karen's house.
After finally finishing the chores, Ronald took the cash and cashier's check, packed the luggage bag his aunt gave him, and prepared to leave the next day.
This duffel bag is still a relic of my uncle Steve who died in the Vietnam War, and it is very strong.It can hold a lot of things, and it can be carried by hand or carried behind the back.
"Didi...didi."
Ronald, who set off at 7 o'clock in the morning, queued up at the gas station for half an hour, but the refueling line still didn't move.I could only honk the horn and ask the elder brother in the car next to me.
"What's wrong? Why is there such a long line at the gas station?"
"Odd and even numbers will be rationed for refueling today. Today is the 15th, and only cars with odd numbers can refuel."
"Shxt, I have an even number." Ronald cursed secretly.
The political crisis in Persia intensified, demonstrations organized by various forces came one after another, oil exports stopped, international oil prices soared, and the price of gasoline was also getting higher and higher.
Unexpectedly, California has implemented odd and even numbers to limit refueling.I heard from the brother next door that during the 1973 oil crisis, the government did this.
Ronald was going to turn the steering wheel, find a hotel for one night, and set off tomorrow.
"Hey, if you have extra money, there is a way to jump in line." The brother next door secretly said to Ronald.
"What way? I originally planned to leave the city today. It would be great if I could cheer."
"As long as you buy a bottle of additives." The old man gave Ronald a science introduction.
It turns out that as early as 6 years ago during the oil crisis, the leader at the time ordered a price limit for gasoline.The American people invented an unspoken rule.
If you need to jump 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 folk practice to bypass the price limit.
"Oh, thanks, man. But why don't you go?"
"Hey, a bottle of additive costs 5 yuan, and I have to tip the repairman. I don't care, and the boss won't do anything to me if I'm late for work."
Ronald knew that what could be solved with money was not a big problem.Turned a corner into the maintenance entrance of the gas station.
"I'll buy a bottle of gasoline additive, and then help me fill up the gas tank." Ronald said the lines taught by his brother.
It worked.The maintenance worker quickly took the bottle of additive and handed Ronald a separate fuel gun.They are all the equipment prepared during the last oil crisis.
Ronald smiled and handed over a dollar tip.
"Where is the bathroom? I'll go first."
After a while, Ronald came out of the bathroom and saw the mechanic pouring additives into the fuel tank.
"Hey, hey, I don't need that, just refuel."
Perhaps the tip made the mechanic overly enthusiastic, and he had already finished adding the additives.
Ronald, who had no time to stop, took the refueling gun and filled the fuel tank by himself.
"You don't add additives, why do you buy them?" the mechanic asked gesturing.
"Hey, it turns out that you don't understand the unspoken rules better than I do." Ronald saw the immature face of the mechanic, who turned out to be a Latino with a strong Spanish accent.
After waving his hands and stepping on the accelerator, he drove the car out of the maintenance area, and thanked the elder brother for his guidance. Ronald got on the road and drove forward.
This time, instead of taking Highway 40 when he came here, Ronald planned 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 1, which is a seaside road with endless beautiful scenery, including elephant seals and historic castles, all kinds of scenery are dizzying.
The most beautiful thing may be the beach. The beaches here are all private properties, and they are known as the most beautiful on the west coast of America.
Outside the mansions, there are white sandy beaches, some of which are pacing with horses, and all kinds of charming hostesses, which make people stop.
While enjoying the scenery while driving, Ronald unknowingly drove very slowly, and did not drive 5 miles in half an hour.There was an uphill next, and Ronald stepped up the gas a bit.
The car started panting and shaking, not knowing what was going on.It seemed that the more I drove, the more something was wrong, and the exhaust pipe began to emit black smoke.
Just as the car drove in front of a mansion on the beach, Ronald shouted to the hostess through the fence, "Ma'am! Is there a machine repair shop nearby?"
The hostess in the red one-piece swimsuit turned her head, with an angry mouth, expressing dissatisfaction with Ronald calling her a lady.
She raised her arm and pointed to a small fork on the other side of the road. Ronald quickly turned the steering wheel and slowly passed it in low gear.
"What did you put in the tank?" the young white mechanic asked Ronald.
"I've never had anything other than gasoline... oh no, the gas station gave me a bottle of additive this morning."
"Additive? Is the bottle still there?"
"In", Ronald hurriedly found the empty bottle in the car, and there was still a little bit left in it.
"Diesel fuel use" The mechanic pointed to the words on the bottle and looked at Ronald, "This is for diesel fuel."
"Shxt, that bastard at the gas station must not know English."
The mechanic smelled the liquid again, "It doesn't seem to be the smell of diesel additives either, I don't know what is in it, it's something else in an old bottle."
Is this intentional?No wonder I filled the fuel tank while I was going to the bathroom.What's the difference between that little bastard and those who drop nails on the ground for you to fix a tire?
This is nothing short of highway robbery.
"The combustion chamber is damaged, and the carbon deposit is a bit serious. I'm afraid we need a major operation." The older mechanic next to him said, looking like the young man's father.
"How long will it take and how much will it cost?"
"It requires a machine repair station, and you have to wait in line for a day. It's not cheap, and it costs you $300."
"$300? You're highway robbery, I bought this car for $900."
The young mechanic shrugged and said there was nothing he could do.
"Or you can sell me this car for 400," said the mechanic father.
"500?"
"450."
Well, just 450, but you have to send me back to LA.
This is the first time I have written a book, and I have heard the opinions of readers.In the second volume, I will continue to learn and improve, and strive to write with a tighter rhythm and a more attractive plot.Today is the last two chapters of the first volume, which will be released in one go in the morning, thank you everyone.
(End of this chapter)
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