"What do you say? In? "John? Ford's eyes widened as he glared at Victor.

"What, don't want to?" Victor laughed.

Nicholas looked like a wolf-hearted dog on the side: "John, raised by a son of a bitch, you don't think our company is underestimated, right?" ”

John? Ford was about to cry: "When did I dislike it." I mean, you should have told me that damn long ago! ”

"Are you willing to give up your identity as a big director, give up the opportunity to direct blockbusters, and come to a small company like ours?" Victor Road.

John? Ford waved his hand: "What a bullshit director, I just want to make the movies I like." ”

Victor took a sip of water and said, "I can't guarantee anything else, as long as you come, I dare to guarantee that you will always have the control over your movie from beginning to end." ”

"Don't fucking talk to me about this, let's get this movie done first." John? Ford was too lazy to talk to Victor, buried his head and continued to work, and then said: "When this movie is released, I am busy with the things at hand, and the most important thing is that my contract expires, maybe I will come over." ”

"This dog's day is actually putting up a shelf, not coming to pull it down." Nicholas hilarious.

The three of them joked with each other, and the matter seemed to be settled.

Two days later. The office of the legendary film company Victor.

Nicholas, John? Ford, Leo, Anthony, Pike, Monroe, and others sat around a huge log table.

In front of them, there was a snow-white cardboard box, and inside the cardboard box was a huge film lamination, on which was a note: "This Killer Is Not Too Cold" master tape.

"Guys, we've been fucking busy for so long, and here things are. Whether it is an instant hit or trampled into a pulp, it all depends on this. Victor took a deep breath.

Everyone looked at the iron box, their eyes were hot, and their expressions were complicated.

"I've already negotiated it at the printing yard, 80 copies, that's enough." Leo rubbed his eyes. During this time, Leo was also tired enough.

"You don't need to print so much, after all, the premiere is only 40 theaters." John? Ford Road.

"No, not more, but less." Victor held out his fingers: "200 copies!" ”

"How much?" Leo was surprised: "200!" That's nearly $100,000! You're crazy if the movie ......"

Victor shook his head: "The movie will definitely be popular, we have to have this confidence, and when the time comes, it will be too late to print it." 200 pcs! ”

Leo looked at Nicholas and Ford, hoping that they could persuade them, but Ford and Nicholas did not speak, and looked up at the roof in unison.

"That's it. Sean and I haven't done anything else in this time. You can rest assured, although it is not as luxurious as MGM Cinema No. 1, we have repainted and redesigned it, simple and elegant, and take a shot. There is no money to change the audio equipment in the theater for the time being, and it is all rented, but you can rest assured that the quality is no problem at all. Anthony smoked a cigar: "The layout of the premiere is almost done, the red carpet, the big screen, champagne and whatever, everything is done, everything is ready." ”

"I've almost done the invitation thing, in a word, I have personally visited all the people I can invite. Some people will come. Ford said.

"Good!" Victor nodded, and then his gaze wandered over everyone's faces: "Everyone, let's chase and sprint." ”

"Pray for success!" Everyone said in unison.

……

MGM Pictures.

The most conspicuous landmark in Hollywood is not a city hall or a high-rise building, but a vast empire that stretches across the city.

Few people may know that the heart and brain of this huge empire is an inconspicuous red two-story building.

In the living room, a man with gold-rimmed glasses is sitting in a palatial office, looking at the mountains of papers and scripts on the table.

"I've seen next year's Jihua, there are too few movies, only 42, and they must be increased to 60, and Westerns can't be made anymore, think more about some novel themes! Are you all a bunch of trash!? The man with glasses stared at the row of people standing in front of him and said angrily.

Everyone was silent.

Louis? Meyer, the king of Hollywood, in front of him, no matter who he is, he can only bow his head.

"You people, some are old and some are young, the oldest can be called brothers and sisters to Griffith, and the youngest is also the most potential director and producer in Hollywood! Son of a bitch, can't you come up with a story that will make my eyes light up!? Meyer threw the scripts on the ground: "See for yourselves, what kind of bullshit is this!" Not even that hairy boy! Waste, all waste! ”

"Okay, okay, it's useless for you to scold them. They've done their best, and besides, Louis, you're too much of a Gaugu boy. Next to the desk, a thin man in his thirties smiled.

This man is not tall, his face is pale, the weather is not cold, but he wears a lot, and he looks weak.

In Hollywood, at MGM, there is only one person who can talk to Meyer like this, and that is Owen with the support of Wonder Boy? Salberg.

"You can't take it lightly." Meyer said: "I always felt that kid was a little troublesome. ”

"It's just a little bit of a talent. I don't see anything special. Owen took out his handkerchief, raised his fingers and wiped his forehead, and said, "If you want to kill him, you don't need to promise Chris that guy at all, if our dozens of theaters don't show it, he'll be finished." ”

"Chris's face, I still have to give it." Meyer smiled and said, "Besides, I have my reasons for doing this." ”

"What's the truth?" Owen seemed to have guessed something.

"Just like we did with Nicholas ten years ago." Meyer said.

"Hahahaha, Louis, you're too vicious." Owen laughed twice.

Meyer looked out the window, his face gloomy and proud: "It's one thing to agree to the screening, but it's another thing to do it." I want that kid to understand that Nicholas's yesterday is his tomorrow. Young people, it's better to keep a low profile. ”

Owen turned his face to look at MGM's subordinates: "Did you hear that, it's better to be low-key, it's better to be down-to-earth!" ”

"Got it!" A group of people replied in unison.

"Owen, am I really too poisonous to do this?" Meyer poured Owen a glass of red wine.

"I think, it seems, it's not enough." Owen shook the wine glass in his hand, and a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "I'll be ruthless again, which can be regarded as helping you." ”

Hehehehehehe. The two looked at each other and smiled.