Mr. Joe?" The dead fat man frowned.

"That's right." Qiao Feng said lightly.

"Mr. Qiao, I'm talking to Mr. Zhang and Miss Gong about things, I'm afraid it's not right for you to intervene so rashly?" The fat on the fat man's face wrinkled together, and it was ugly.

"I don't think so." Qiao Feng chuckled and said: "Business, you can talk, I can also talk, you find Miss Gong to film, I can also find Miss Gong to film."

"However, I have already negotiated with Mr. Zhang, and the deposit has been set, Mr. Qiao, it would be too unruly for you to intervene at this time." The dead fat man was so angry that his voice couldn't help but get a little louder.

"Hehe, Mr. Weinstein, it's not about who has the loudest voice, it's about who has the higher price. Qiao Feng sneered.

"Nope." Gong Li is very good at seizing the opportunity to assist: "Director Zhang has not decided whether to sell the North American distribution rights, and the deposit is only mentioned by himself, and Director Zhang has not agreed."

Gong Li gestured with his chin unhappily to the dead fat man who just wanted to take advantage.

"That's it, since Director Zhang didn't agree, then I can naturally participate in the competition. Qiao Feng didn't look at the dead fat man with an ugly face like a dead mother, so he treated him as a transparent person and asked Zhang Yimou.

"Four hundred thousand dollars." With Gong Li here, Zhang Yimou naturally knew that it was unrealistic to say a higher number to raise the price of chrysanthemum beans, so he told the truth.

However, Zhang Yimou didn't honestly just say the price given by the dead fat man.

He saw Qiao Feng come forward, especially the dead fat man just now who had the intention of teasing and even wanting to take advantage of Gong Li, he knew that Qiao Feng would definitely stand up for Gong Li.

And although Qiao Feng is the boss of MGM, one of the seven in Hollywood, and a world-class richman, the dead fat man is not a small shrimp.

Especially fat people are still Jews, in the world, in Hollywood, Jews are the most huddled ethnic group.

Moreover, the power of Hollywood Jews is not ordinarily large, and it is not an exaggeration to say that Hollywood is basically completely controlled by Jewish forces.

From the backroom consortia of film companies to corporate executives to producers to directors to actors, Jews can be found everywhere.

Qiao Feng is rich and the boss of one of the seven big Hollywood companies, but if he wants to deal with a dead fat man, he has to weigh it.

And since it is more troublesome to deal with the dead fat man, if Qiao Feng is not willing to ask the bodyguard to beat him to death when the dead fat man has not done anything too out of line, then the best way to get angry is to disturb the dead fat man's business.

Then Qiao Feng will definitely grab the North American distribution rights of Ju Dou with the dead fat man.

Based on this judgment, Zhang Yimou had an idea in his heart, and after telling Qiao Feng about the bid of the fat man, he pretended to say one more sentence inadvertently: "Mr. Weinstein also said that he can help Ju Dou win the Oscar for Best Picture next year."

Zhang Yimou's idea is also simple, so to put it this way, it will definitely invisibly raise the price of chrysanthemum beans.

After all, if Qiao Feng wants to compete with the dead fat man for the North American distribution rights of Ju Dou, even if the bid is not higher than that given by the dead fat man, it can't be lower.

So, in the case of the dead fat man bidding $400,000, with a promise or possibility, to win the Oscar for Best Picture, the price must be a little higher.

The dead fat man gave this promise, and you Qiao Feng are always embarrassed to buy the North American distribution rights of Judou for only the same 400,000 US dollars.

You can't help Ju Dou help me win Best Picture at the Academy Awards, even if it's just a nomination, then you want Ju Dou's North American distribution rights to at least be compensated in terms of price.

I have to say that Zhang Yimou's little Jiujiu is still quite good.

It's just that he forgot, it's just the Academy Awards, the dead fat man can give this promise, can't Qiao Feng afford it?

So far, Dead Fat Man has not actually won an award except for running a movie and being nominated for an Academy Award.

But the movies that Qiao Feng invested in have won many Academy Awards, not to mention those sound awards and art awards, just the Academy Award actor and actress Qiao Feng's company has already won two, it's not a long time ago.

Even, Qiao Feng himself has already won the Academy Award for screenwriter Jinren.

So, is a nomination for Best Foreign Language Film at the Academy Awards a big deal?

As long as you give up the money for PR, just a nomination, so easy.

"No problem, 400,000 is 400,000, and I will guarantee you an Oscar nomination."

Qiao Feng's reply made Zhang Yimou, who was still thinking that Qiao Feng could pay more than the price, didn't react for a while, and was stunned on the spot.

Nima, do you want to do this, Qiao Feng, you are so rich, you don't need to be so picky, since you want to fight with the dead fat man, even if you have an extra $10,000, it's good.

But you're not ashamed to be at the same price as the dead fat man.

Zhang Yimou shouted silently in his heart, disdainful.

"Mr. Qiao, you are unruly." The dead fat man looked at Qiao Feng and said sharply.

Then the dead fat man looked angry with Qiao Feng, and turned to look at Zhang Yimou: "Mr. Zhang, I will pay a million dollars plus the promise of an Oscar nomination, as long as you agree, I will immediately give you a deposit of 200,000 dollars."

"What? a million dollars?" Hearing the numbers that popped out of the dead fat man's mouth, Zhang Yimou's legs and stomach were weak, and he, who had already stood up after Qiao Feng arrived, almost sat on the ground with weak legs and a butt.

"Yes, a million dollars." The dead fat man squinted at Qiao Feng, and said provocatively with a deliberately vindictive look: "Mr. Qiao, I think you should have a number of Judou's films in the North American market, and it is not even worth 400,000 US dollars.

"Hehehe." Qiao Feng shook his head amusedly at first, and then laughed louder and louder: "Hahaha, hahahaha."

"Okay, good Weinstein, you're a pretty slippery trick of bluffing and making empty promises." Qiao Feng clapped his hands and applauded the dead fat man's acting skills with an admiring look, but his words were full of ridicule: "It's just, do you think I'm Director Zhang who doesn't understand you and regards you as a savior?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Joe?"

"What do you mean?"

Zhang Yimou and the dead fat man asked in unison, but the tone was very different, Zhang Yimou's tone was full of surprise, but the dead fat man was full of anger.

"You dead liar." Looking at the dead fat man's unwelcome shoehorn face, Qiao Feng lightly spit out a few words.

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