"So, how do you want to reply?" Percy finally understood what Lance meant, and asked curiously. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lance tossed the envelope aside, "No plans. ”

Percy opened her mouth, "But ......" After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't say why, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it, "But, the gangster movie adaptation he collaborated with Martin has just been completed, and he wrote to you, doesn't it make any sense?" ”

For example, Lance is now on par with Martin's reputation?

"So?" Lance's rhetorical question left Percy speechless, but Lance didn't intend to linger any further, so he stood up again and walked towards the bathroom, "You can collect all these drafts in the room and bring them with you for tomorrow's meeting." You don't need to categorize it, you can just sort it out. Lance casually changed into a tracksuit, and Lance walked out again, "Also, remind me to call George Clooney back at dinner." With that, Lance picked up the sneakers that had been placed on the table, stepped on the draft, and walked out of the room, before putting them on and leaving.

Lance has now officially started training for three hours a day.

Percy retracted his gaze, looked at the drafts all over the room, the color of the carpet was almost invisible, let out a long breath, bent down to pick up the invitation and envelope that Lance casually threw on the coffee table, Percy thought about it, glanced at the trash can, hesitated for a moment, and finally threw it directly in.

Looking at the invitations and envelopes lying calmly in the middle of a pile of waste paper, Percy tapped his chin slightly, showing a satisfied look, and then rolled up his sleeves and began to tidy up.

After returning from the gym, Lance called George, lamented the invitation, and discussed with George the difficulties encountered during the filming of "Good Night, Good Luck", as if the two were familiar friends. After hanging up, Lance went back to work and didn't say anything all night.

The next day, Percy arrived early on Columbia University's campus in the lower part of the city, and under the early morning sun, he could already feel the slightest hint of late autumn, but the students who rushed by were full of vitality and filled the campus air. Percy held the materials he had compiled yesterday in both hands and walked briskly towards the stage rehearsal room of the Graduate School of Arts and Sciences, and in a trance, he had the illusion that he was studying here.

Percy wondered how Lance had come to this place and rented the rehearsal room from the university as a place for their meetings and discussions. But it is undeniable that the concealment is really excellent, and even if the paparazzi are watching Lance's every move, they can't see through Lance's small movements on the college campus. As long as they have deceived Warner Bros. and Sony Pictures in a short period of time, this is their victory.

Pushing open the rehearsal room, Percy found that there were still people who had arrived before him, and there were already seven or eight people seated in the room, all looking at each other in silence, and in the cool mist of the early morning, there was a sense of tranquility, like a grove of trees flowing quietly through a clear stream.

"Good morning." Percy didn't have much expression on his face, and gently tucked his chin and greeted, "I'm Percy Brandley, Lance's assistant." Before Percy could finish speaking, a familiar figure strode over, desperately glancing at Percy, motioning for him to communicate outside.

Percy looked at the draft in his arms, and then at the unfamiliar faces in front of him, but he still couldn't trust them, so he followed the man out of the rehearsal room with the draft. Pushing the door open again, the cold autumn breeze came to his face, "Percy, what the hell is going on?" Jennifer Jonathan couldn't wait to ask.

Jennifer is one of the crew members of "City of God" and has participated in the filming of five of Lance's current productions as an art director, "I was on vacation in Florence, and you called me back with a phone call and told me not to tell anyone my whereabouts easily, or even to go to the hotel to find Lance, God? What the hell are we doing? Filming 'Spy 3'? ”

Percy opened his mouth, just about to explain, and then he saw Edgar Snow not far away, sneakily walking towards here, he looked around, his steps were flustered and messy, and it was almost equivalent to telling others, "I have a ghost in my heart, come and see me", which made Percy speechless for a while.

Ed stepped closer and lowered his voice, "Percy, Percy, what's going on?" ”

Jennifer crossed her right hand and spit out, "Hey, guys, there's a spy here." Edgar looked around in a panic, "Percy asked me to hide my whereabouts and be careful not to be photographed by the paparazzi?" What the hell is going on? I drove all the way from Miami overnight, and now I'm so sleepy that I can't keep my eyes open. ”

"Lance is secretly preparing a big project, and none of the people who want to stop it now are rookies, and we need to keep a low profile." Percy only said it in the most concise words. Ever since Lance sent the script for "I'm Legend" to Warner Bros., Los Angeles has been plunged into pre-storm tranquility, and it seems that everyone is reluctant to act rashly, and apparently Warner Bros. is evaluating, and Sony Pictures is worried about scaring the snake. They must keep a low profile until a new round of storms arrives.

"How big is the project?" Jennifer has been on vacation since the completion of "Hard Fruit Candy" and obviously does not have a full understanding of the situation in the United States.

Percy simply replied, "Big enough." Then he pushed Jennifer and Edgar back into the rehearsal room.

Percy handed over all the information in his hand to Jennifer and Edgar, and the two of them hid in the corner and began to flip through them, while he began to ask for personal information one by one on the spot, and then checked with the information he had to make sure that everyone who came was the original figure, and did not get mixed up by Warner Bros., Sony Pictures, or the paparazzi.

Carefully sailing the ship of 10,000 years, Percy clearly knows that those people are willing to sacrifice their means to achieve their goals.

One after another, Newton Siegel, Hayden Hunt, Jeremy Ryder and others arrived on the scene, but Albert Allen stayed in Los Angeles because he needed to be there to be confused. In the blink of an eye, the entire rehearsal room was packed, even George Miller had already appeared, but Lance was still nowhere to be seen.

At this time, Jennifer had a rough understanding of what had happened in the United States recently, and then looked at the surging crowd in front of her, and couldn't help but show a gloating expression, "It seems that this time we are going to dance on the tightrope again." If you don't play, forget it, if you play, you have to be ruthless once, and Lance is really different. ”

"Although I think this idea is a bit blind, I don't think Warner Bros. is going to be a fool this time." Newton, who was standing next to him, responded seriously, as if the film had not yet started filming, and he didn't even know the specific content of the project, but he already had the belief of victory.

Edgar shook his head, "I don't think those studios can bother Lance, but ......" Edgar lifted his chin, "what the hell is going on with these guys?" Are we going to make the second part of 'The Day After Tomorrow'? ”

"I don't think so." Newton shook his head in the negative.

Jennifer nodded and pointed at Newton, agreeing with him, "Even when Sin City needed computer effects to work together, Lance didn't find so many people to come. So, I bet it's even bigger than 'the day after tomorrow'. We're going to really skydive this time! ”

Edgar's face began to turn pale, and Newton touched his chin excitedly, "I guess he's not happy with the scale of the 'hard candy', I must agree." ”

On the other side, Hayden and George both looked at the draft in their hands and fell into deep thought, and inadvertently the two of them raised their heads and exchanged glances, and then they found that the surprise, doubt, and excitement in each other's eyes were so similar, and they said at the same time.

So, how do you present these images? Are we going to stand in front of a green screen and shoot again? ”

"It seems that Lance has completed the idea, and the photographer's task this time will be very difficult, I wonder how he will complete it?"

Then the two of them paused, and finally Hayden spoke first, "What? Do you think Lance will want to shoot on location this time? ”

"Why else would he draw so many manuscripts? And you have found so many painters? George looked up at the twenty-five painters in front of him, who were nervous but full of anticipation, such a large lineup of painters was enough to create even a series of comics, but Lance was just to draw a storyboard for a movie, and the scale of his work was far beyond imagination.

Hayden tilted his head, revealing a skeptical look, "The problem is that many of the images in Lance's manuscript are almost impossible to achieve, as was the case with Sin City in the first place......

"Completely impossible, or almost impossible?" George's rhetorical question made Hayden stunned, and he actually fell into a state of deep thought.

Before the protagonist even appears on the stage, the atmosphere has already begun to become hot, reminiscent of the history presented in the "Trumbo" movie, the Hollywood screenwriters who secretly meet to escape McCarthy's arrest and oppression, and of course, "Good Night, Good Luck" also tells a similar story in the same era setting, but the Hollywood screenwriters are replaced by journalists.

Percy looked at his watch, Lance was ten minutes later than originally planned, and he inexplicably had the illusion that it was not Lance who pushed the door in the next second, but George Clooney...... Although he didn't know where this idea came from, once it was born, it began to grow slowly and was almost impossible to extinguish.

"Bang", the door was suddenly pushed open, Percy was startled, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and let everyone hide the manuscript, as if it was a real secret meeting, but then Percy saw Lance who appeared in front of him. (To be continued.) )