So in a round of par golf, the two actually scored nearly 50 strokes over par, and the whole game was so funny that it almost drove the club's leader crazy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info For a while, it was either Sid who hit the ball into the woods, or Howard (Stringer) who hit the ball into the bunker.

Otherwise, the two hit the ball into the pool one after another, and then after leading the player for a long time, the two hit the ball into another pool again. This kind of funny and unspeakable performance can't help but make people wonder, are these two guys here to play, or are they here to fix people?

Although the performance on the court was terrible, Sid and Howard [Stringer] took advantage of the long process to communicate quite well.

After excluding the others, Howard (Stringer) and Sid expressed their goodwill straight to the point, and Sid really needs a big studio as an ally against other big studios, so as not to fall into the DreamWorks-style dilemma of the Seven joining forces to suppress the Dream Factory.

Therefore, the communication between the two sides was quite pleasant, and there was no scene of the previous quarrel between Columbia Pictures and Fire Lion Pictures over the interests of authority.

"Mr. Stringer, I can't decide exactly what Harry Potter is going to be right now. But Shirley (Sandberg) they will reopen negotiations with Colombia, as long as there are no superfluous demands this time. Sid's slippery and point-to-point answer couldn't help but make Howard feel that the other party was much more difficult and sophisticated than a year ago.

"Of course, we all talked according to the original letter of intent. Howard Stringer immediately nodded in agreement, and although Sid did not make any substantive commitments, it was a big step forward to be able to reopen negotiations.

"Then we have decided, Sid, you definitely don't have to worry about overseas distribution. Colombia's global cinema network, especially in South America and Asia, is absolutely unmatched by other companies. As if he was afraid that Sid would repent, Howard Stringer reached out and shook Sid's hand heavily.

"Cheers, cheers, then. Sid raised the black tea juice in his hand and touched the cup with Howard's (Stringer's) coffee, which couldn't help but make Howard and Sonny feel ridiculous, and only when Sid picked up "children's drinks" such as juice and milk, others would remember his teenage status.

But this "teenager" now even has the qualifications to sit and argue with the heads of the seven major groups, which makes people have to pay attention to him.

At this moment, Sid's cell phone rang, and he picked it up to see that it was Charles Shear. "Sorry, I'll answer the phone. Sid waved his phone at Howard and the others, then got up to pick up the phone.

As soon as the phone was connected, there was an angry roar from the other side, which made Sid frown, "Charles, what's wrong? No, no, don't be so excited, calm down." What the hell is going on?"

After the old man Charles Schell calmed down for a while, he immediately said like a bullet: "Jerry Bruckheimer, who he has eight bullets, they actually called and said that they want to withdraw the CSI crime scene investigation project!"

"What!?" Sid thought something was wrong with his ears, "Wait, wait, you said Jerry (Bruckheimer) was going to take back CSI?

"He said he would pay all the liquidated damages. Old man Charles Shear's words made Sid even more suspicious.

"Does this guy know what he's doing?" Sid said with a frown, Jerry Bruckheimer has been in Hollywood for decades, how can he not be this kind of self-destructing person on the Great Wall, the fire lion is now in the limelight, who will pull teeth from the tiger's mouth?

Unless, what else is the variable?

"I have no idea what Jerry (Bruckheimer) is thinking!" Charles Shear's angry voice came over his phone.

Suddenly, Sid saw the picture on the TV on the bar of the club restaurant, and it was very familiar. He put down his phone for a moment and said to the bartender, "Well, can you turn up the sound of the TV?"

"Yes sir. The bartender immediately adjusted.

"We are here today and just want to say that it has been a privilege to work with Jerry Bruckheimer. "There was a press conference on the TV – a press conference for The Lord of the Rings!

The CEO of New Line Pictures introduced to the media with a spring breeze on his face: "The crew of "The Lord of the Rings" can welcome an experienced producer like Jerry Bruckheimer to join, which makes us more confident in the future of the film. ”

Jerry Bruckheimer joins The Lord of the Rings!?

Sid's eyes immediately lit up with anger, and he picked up his phone: "I think I know what's going on, I'll talk about it when I come back." Then, before Charles Schell could say anything, Sid hung up.

A sentence burst out of his teeth with rage: "MotherFu—Damn Warner!"

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It's clear that Warner Bros. traded The Lord of the Rings for Jerry Bruckheimer and his CSI. The allure of this pie is indeed very strong, and even if Sid is given his own choice, it is difficult for him to guarantee that he will not make the same choice as Jerry (Bruckheimer).

But the only question is, who would have that much confidence in CSI?

Had it not been for the fact that the humiliated Abel Samiton had become the CEO of the new Warner Bros. television network, Sid would have almost thought that there was a new time-traveler.

When Britney arrived at Sunset Villa, it was already late afternoon. As soon as she got out of the car, she saw the impatient pale face of the butler, who was in his thirties and a professional aristocratic butler in England, who had always been calm and free, but today he was extremely uneasy.

"You're finally here, Miss Spears. ”

"Where's Sid?" Britney asked hurriedly.

"Inside. The butler pointed to the sunset villa without saying a word.

Seeing his expression, Britney couldn't help but ask anxiously, "Sid, what's going on?"

The butler sighed: "You better go in and see it yourself." ”

Britney had no choice but to walk into the Sunset Villa alone, and as soon as she entered the hall, she exclaimed, "Ahhh

The entire living room was smashed, the once exquisite and tidy hall was in shambles, and expensive porcelain and delicate decorations were mercilessly thrown on the floor, making people wonder if they had come to the worst hit area after the hurricane.

Britney's heart couldn't help but tighten, she hurriedly passed through the living room, through the corridor, to the quiet and secluded office area, but there was still no one here. On her messy desk, Britney saw several documents that read "The Development of New Century Television Shows," but before she could take a closer look, she heard a few noises coming from the direction of the observation deck in the distance.

She immediately followed the sound and looked for it, and on the observation deck overlooking Los Angeles, she saw a black-haired man flying up a metal cylinder, and the metal trash can flew down the mountain in a beautiful arc.

"Sid!" Britney couldn't help but shout.

Sid shook all over, and he immediately stopped, but he didn't look back. Sid walked to the edge of the stands and slammed his fist into the guardrail, the metal railing sending a loud vibration.

Britney hugged Sid from behind, "Sid......" Britney's voice trembled with sobs: "Don't be like this, Sid, it's not like you, you scared me." ”

Sid felt the girl's embrace, his stiff muscles gradually relaxed, he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Finally, calmness returned to his body.

The succession of good news in the past month made Sid a little carried away, thinking that he was the only one who snatched things from others, and never thought that anyone else would snatch a cooked duck from himself.

For a while, Sid couldn't help but have a huge gap and anger!

Whew~~~, damn it!

Sid patted Britney's arm hugging him, "Huh?" Britney reacted, Sid pulled her into his arms, Britney raised her little head, and looked at Sid with blushing cheeks.

Sid couldn't help but laugh, "What's wrong? ”

"Sid~De~~~" Britney looked at Sid with watery blue eyes.

"Huh?" Sid couldn't help but feel a thrill as he looked at the blonde girl in a small T-shirt and slacks, revealing a slender waist.

He reached out to support the girl's cheek, and then gently stroked her earlobe, Britney narrowed her eyes comfortably, and her arm stretched out to hook Sid's neck, Sid smiled slightly and hugged the girl's sexy body.

The two kissed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

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The next morning, the sun slipped through the cracks in the curtains and Britney opened her eyes to find her side empty. She struggled to brace herself, and the flannel sheets slid down her body, and spring immediately filled the room.

As soon as Britney looked down, she saw the red on the silk sheets, and she immediately recalled all the things of last night, which couldn't help but make Britney's pretty face blush.

She looked back at the empty bed beside her again, "Sid?" Britney looked around the room, and then found a note on the bedside table, which was written in Juan Xiu's fancy English: "Pajamas are in the silver closet, after washing, come downstairs." ”

Then Britney discovered that there was a path sprinkled with rose petals next to the bed, and when Britney came to the bathroom, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"

It turned out that the bathtub was already filled with hot water, and it was sprinkled with pale pink rose petals, which looked calm and beautiful.

After some washing, Britney went downstairs and heard a sound coming from the kitchen, so she followed the sound.

Sid was standing by the kitchen counter, cooking something on the stove, and the wonderful fragrance wafted through the living room, causing Britney's stomach to immediately let out a "cooing" sound.

Sid looked up and couldn't help but laugh, "Up?"

"Yes, yes. Britney blushed and nodded.

"Come and sit. Sid gestured to the counter seat across from the kitchen.

After Britney was seated, Sid pushed the finished dish over, "Italian ravioli soup, try it." ”

Britney looked at the sumptuous food on the table and couldn't help but be surprised, "You made it, Sid?"

"Hehe, I don't cook a lot. Sid smiled slightly, and had regained his usual composure.