If Mike had thought that his Chinese friend's description of the girl named "Qi" was exaggerated, now he was incredibly convinced of her talent.

You can't imagine a person composing a song with little to no brewing, it's simply impossible to describe talent anymore.

Mike even felt that the girl had traded her soul for Satan for an unparalleled musical talent!

He threw away the storage in his hand, the song was there, and all that remained was to pull sponsors.

"Hopefully the good fortune will last forever."

Mike crossed his chest and opened the door.

Although he swore in front of Qi Jie, in fact, he is still in the process of conceiving the next movie, for a director like him, if you want to make a movie, you must first have an idea, and the rest is just to solicit sponsorship.

As a result, many of the movies made will be terrible for various reasons, in order not to be too dismal at the box office, so the most important thing in a movie is not the content, but the name of the movie!

When the movie is released, the box office will depend on providence.

That's what Mike learned. Because it is impossible for only one party to inject money into a movie, even if it is made out of a bubble of, the investor will try his best to make the movie released.

On the way, Mike calls his friend Jock, a black man who is fatter than a big writer and also Mike's neighbor, and he also has a share of the film, and the other party uses the money from the sale of the house to buy a stake in Mike's new film.

"Hey, buddy!"

Jock pointed to Mike in the car, and the two high-fived.

As soon as Jock sat in the car, the chassis suddenly lowered, and the body of the car let out a "squeak" moan.

"Oh, God, my car." Mike said in heartache.

"Hey, are you discriminating against me? You should let God bless us to get sponsorship this time, and then make a special movie that will cry ghosts and gods. ”

"When it comes to movies, I've got the final say!"

"OK, listen to you. Where are we going today? Jock twisted the sound of the stereo to the maximum and swayed to the music.

"Watergate."

Jock stopped writhing and asked, "Watergate?" Aren't they all focused on the music scene? There's very little to be involved in movies, right? ”

"Do you think we're going to get sponsorship from those studios? Wake up, you can only fool the layman with just one idea, and you can't even fool the layman without my Mike. ”

Mike has made three films, except for the first one, which has some success, the other two are all loss-making, and now he is only making extra money. In fact, the first movie did attract attention because of the title, but no one in the world would fall for it a second time.

So Mike is indeed a third-rate director, because he has a good movie, and he is indeed somewhat famous, but he is not a good name.

Mike parked in front of an academic-style building, then got out of the car with Jock, made a confident stance, and strode into the building.

Mike is very bold, otherwise he would not have secretly sold his father's treasured classic car in the first place, he knows that he is already a deception, but there are two kinds of deception, one will be exposed, and he belongs to the category that will not be discovered.

If you want not to be discovered, first of all, you must be bold enough, and secondly, you must have the evidence to convince the other party to be willing to invest money.

So begging and pestering are useless work, no one will put money in one idea because of this, and if you want to get the money, you have to show confidence and momentum, and only by giving hope to those rich people can they get the check out of their pocket as they normally wish.

Mike dressed up for this purpose, wearing a modest black suit and carrying an equally dark briefcase, which contained the façade copy he had specially prepared for this trip, oh, you can also understand it as a movie script, and the rest is just his three-inch tongue.

"Hello and welcome to Pratunam." The front desk lady was a blonde and blue-eyed young girl, and she greeted Mike with a smile when she saw the two of them coming over.

In front of the other man's towering chest, Mike saw that the white-background workcard was written on Neville, apparently the girl's name.

"Hello Miss Nevy, I'm Mike. I have made an appointment with Mr. Wivol to meet today. Mike laughed.

"Wait a minute, I'll check."

After checking it on the computer, Nevi looked up and smiled, "Yes, I found it." You and Mr. Wivol have made an appointment at 10 a.m.; 30, the time is 10 now; 20 minutes, please wait a moment. ”

"Okay."

At this time, Mike was not a polite gentleman as Qi Jie had seen, but Jock was very nervous.

You know, he's invested everything.

At least since Jock was born, he hadn't felt like ten minutes was that long.

Mike looked up at his watch, his brow furrowed.

He got up and walked to the front desk and asked, "Could you please call Mr. Wivol and tell him that we are here?" ”

Nevi smiled and nodded, then dialed a cornet.

After a while, she looked up and said, "Mr. Wivol is receiving a very important client, so I hope to postpone the meeting." ”

"What time exactly?" Mike's heart began to sink.

Sure enough, Niv still smiled professionally and said, "We'll let you know separately." ”

"Is he going to trick us?"

Over there, Jock had rolled up his sleeves, and the security guards were slowly moving closer to here.

Mike grabbed the other party, this is not the time to force their abilities on the streets, not to mention that they have come with impure purposes in the first place.

He said, "If you can't meet with Mr. Wivor, then can the beautiful Miss Neville ask you to pass on the information to Mr. Wivor?" ”

"This is ......"

"Some documents." Mike opened the briefcase, and Nevi checked it before nodding.

There was finally a little hope in Mike's heart, it should be that the other party had heard some rumors about him, but he didn't understand it thoroughly.

After Mike and the two left, Neville delivered the briefcase to Wivor's office.

Wivor was Caucasians, bald, and, like most older Americans, was heavily fat, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

As Nivi entered, a gleam flashed in her eyes as a fashionable woman stood beside the pleated window.

Placing the briefcase on her desk, Nev went out and whispered in surprise.

She took the hand of a female colleague in the corridor and said excitedly, "Jessica, I see Jessica!" ”

"Really? Where is it? How did she end up with us!? ”

"Jessica is in Wivor's office, oh my God, I didn't expect to see her so closely!"

The exclamation attracted many people to gather around, one of whom said: "It's very likely, most superstars have a large team of lawyers and financial managers, and Mr. Wivol may be one of them." ”

in the office

Jessica looked at the briefcase on the purple lacquered table and said in disbelief, "Oh my God, are you kidding me?" My financial advisor is going to make a movie? ”

"Oh, don't get me wrong. It's just some boring people who want to get an investment from me, but you know I'm going to look into everything, and I wouldn't even bother to talk to him if it weren't for the fact that the film would have a song by one of Asia's most talented songwriters. Wivol quickly explained.

Jessica's expression looked even more skeptical.

"The most talented? Creators in Asia? You're kidding!? ”

Wivor shrugged: "That's what he said, and he swears by it. ”

Jessica's words reveal several questions, first, she is extremely suspicious of what the other party said, not to mention that there are almost no examples of Asian songs used in European and American films, even if there are, who dares to boast so much and claim to be the most talented creator?

The tone is just too big!