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"Happy working together!"

"Happy working together!"

In the conference room of the hotel, Murphy exchanged contracts with Jones Butler, took a film copy of "Hard Fruit Candy" from Paul Wilson and gave it to Jones Butler symbolically.

The relevant personnel of the organizing committee of the film festival next to it did justice for this transaction.

After several rounds of tug-of-war negotiations, Murphy chose to sell out the rights and trade "Hard Candy" to Miramax Films.

With the contract signed, Jones Butler had no intention of lingering any longer, reminding, "Director Stanton, please give us the original film as much as possible." ”

Murphy certainly won't settle his account in front of Miramax, "When I return to Los Angeles, I'll hand over the film to your company as soon as I get back to Los Angeles." ”

Jones Butler smiled, shook his head at the back, motioned for his entourage to pack up his belongings, and reached out to shake Murphy's hand, "You can call me for the next film." ”

Murphy smiled back politely, "I will." ”

He successfully connected with Miramax in this transaction, and as long as the market performance of "Hard Candy" is not bad, there is a possibility of cooperation between the two parties.

In addition to the royalties from the sale, this can be said to be another big gain for him.

Sending off Jones Butler and his party, Murphy was completely relieved, although those ethereal fantasies in his heart turned out to be only childish fantasies, but selling the rights to "Hard Candy" can be said to have achieved the purpose of this trip, and more importantly, he has the funds to start the next plan.

One million dollars, this is the last transaction price between the two parties, and it also makes Murphy temporarily step into the ranks of millionaires.

In just over half a year, he has changed from a destitute person who has just been imprisoned to a person with little wealth, and I have to say that he is also very lucky.

Even if all the expenses of "Hard Fruit Candy" are counted, the total cost is only more than 300,000 US dollars, and the investment of 300,000 US dollars has been doubled to a million US dollars in a few months, and Murphy is not satisfied.

Back at the hotel, Murphy packed his bags and prepared to head back to Los Angeles, but there were a few things to attend to before leaving.

He and Bill Rothes first went to the office of the festival organizing committee to deal with the follow-up to "Hard Candy", which had to pay a 3 percent commission, or $30,000, because the film was screened at the festival and sold.

Also, Miramax was dragged in by Bill Rothes using his network, and according to the previous agreement, he received a five percent commission.

Although this part of the money could be deferred, Murphy still carved it out, so that the money left in his hand was less than a million dollars.

In addition, Murphy is also ready to give Paul Wilson a bonus of not much, that is, about two thousand to three thousand dollars, he likes this diligent and discerning intern, and wants him to continue to serve him, and it is impossible to just work without paying.

With that out of the way, he and Paul Wilson took a flight back to Los Angeles.

Out of LAX, Murphy called a taxi, took Paul Wilson back to school, and then went to lawyer Robert's office, and now that the tax season is very close, although he hates the evil tax office, he also needs to have enough knowledge, such as what money can be saved, how to avoid taxes reasonably, and so on.

The "Hard Candy" deal was made in the name of Stanton Studios, which was registered in the lower-tax state of Delaware, and, according to Robert, there were a series of incentives such as investment tax credits that even most Americans couldn't figure out, let alone Murphy, an outsider, who was simply handed over to lawyers and accountants.

It wasn't until late evening that Murphy returned to his house in the Latin neighborhood, closed the door and threw away his luggage, and collapsed directly into the old couch.

However, thinking of the numbers on the company's account, the corners of his mouth unconsciously hooked, clenched his fist and waved it twice.

Whether on the other side of the Pacific or now in the United States, Murphy had never achieved such success, and he felt that the chaos ahead was gradually dissipating, and he seemed to be able to see the future bright.

He took a crucial first step, and it was a success, laying a solid foundation for the plans that followed.

The road is always like this, step by step.

Unlike when he was calm in front of people, Murphy, who was hiding at home, no longer suppressed the excitement hidden in his heart, turned on his mobile phone and ordered takeout at a nearby high-end Chinese restaurant, and specially asked for a bottle of wine.

He never told anyone that in fact, from the beginning of the preparation, he was under a lot of pressure, after all, if the project failed, all the Qiē that he had gained from Bill Road and Kobe Bryant would be useless, and it was difficult to say that he would have such good luck in the future.

With his personality, he doesn't confide in people about his pressure, and he doesn't share his excitement with outsiders.

Takeaways were quickly delivered, and in the dark of night, Murphy sat by the window, sipping his glass alone, and the dilapidated neighborhood outside was punctuated by people, and the humble house could not block out the noise.

Listening to these voices, Murphy sat here quietly, the excitement just now gradually dissipated, his face was calm, but his brows were slightly locked, and the joy of success was not shared, this feeling was not very good.

There's no way he's going to show that in front of Paul Wilson and Bill Rothes.

After drinking a glass of wine, Murphy took out his phone and dialed Rose's number, and the voice of a cold mechanical "user has turned off" sounded in the earpiece.

Putting down his phone, Murphy couldn't help but shake his head, in the huge Los Angeles, he could only stay here alone, in this rundown, chaotic, crime-ridden Latin community.

Maybe it's time for a new house? Murphy unconsciously had this thought.

It doesn't feel good to live in downtown Los Angeles, and now you have a lot of money, and it's not wise to buy a suitable house, so it's okay to rent it in a relatively good location.

And the Stanton studio can't stay in the slum all the time, and it also needs to have its own office space, so you can't always go to a place like Mitton's Cafe for every interview, right?

Besides, his crew had already scared old Lynch last time, and it is estimated that the other party will not support him as much as before.

Murphy, who had always been a man of action, called Robert and asked if he knew a real estate agent.