American Fortune Life
Chapter 1649: 'Unexpected Side Effects' of the Financial Crisis
The next day, Peter Jackson and the moody Neil Blomcamp appeared as promised at a Hollywood restaurant.
No matter how bad Carl's reputation is, for Neil today, it's an opportunity he can't refuse, and what's the point of being squeezed by a vampire compared to being silently anonymous and having no money for a movie?
“Here they come. ”
Neil, thinking about something, suddenly heard Peter talking, looked in the direction Peter had shown, and saw a middle-aged white man in a suit, slightly fat, standing smiling next to a Maybach.
And as Maybach opened the door, she walked down to a blonde in a black suit with black skinny ankle pants and high heels.
South African Diamond Charlize Cylon.
To be honest, Neil was the first real person to see Charlize Cylon, watching Charlize and the middle-aged white man with a hint of delight walking into the restaurant, following the bodyguard behind him and the attention of everyone, indeed “Venus of Hollywood," the goddess who perfectly blended beauty with mystery.
Charlize Theron is truly remarkable. Blonde hair combined with the most glamorous five officials and the brand style of walking anywhere in town, along with her big man, makes it really hard for her to submerge herself in the sea.
“Hello, Peter. ”
“Hi, Charlize, you look beautiful today. ”
“Thank you.”
Charlize smiled brightly and greeted Peter Jackson with a familiar hug patch.
“Hi, Carl, you're losing weight again. ”
“Ha ha, Peter, you're fat again. ”
“Well, you're still so annoying. ”
“Ha ha... ”
Neil's face flashed with a stunned look at Peter, who was known as Carl the Vampire, embracing and communicating with him.
“Let me introduce you to Neil Blomcamp, a very talented director who has made many short films before... ”
“Hi, I'm Charlize Theron. Nice to meet you.” Charlize smiled and shook Neil's hand.
“Hi, I'm Neil Blomcamp. Nice to meet you. I'm a big fan of yours. ”
“Thank you.” Charlize listened too much to the words of his own fans, especially when he ran into a cattle fan, making his stomach bigger, and he wasn't immune to them.
“Hello, Mr. Cal, I'm Neil Blomcamp. ”
“Hello.” Carl shook Neil's hand only slightly, not even a lot of expression on his face, making Neil look a little embarrassed with a smile squeezed out of his face.
“Everybody sit down and talk.” Charlize also knows a little bit about Karl's integrity and his reputation outside, but that's outside, for her, Karl has always smiled and greeted her.
Subsequent conversations and lunch times, neither Charlize nor Karl mentioned anything about District IX investments, and Peter seemed to forget, nor did he mention that Neil Blomkan, though in a hurry, suppressed his inner agitation. Especially after seeing Peter's suggestive eyes, he slowly relaxed and joined in to enjoy the food and chat.
Charlize Theron in real life is much more approachable than on the screen and in the photos. The halo behind the Oscar shadow did not make her wear a proud, climbing old skeletal mask. The “Goddess” sexy, confident glow is reflected in her hands raised and a smile. Especially her sunny warm-hearted smile that afternoon is impressive, not aggressive, not playing cards, Neil Blomkan can't imagine how friendly, thoughtful and comfortable “Goddess" is.
When lunch was coming to an end, all kinds of funny jokes were being told, and Carl, who was obviously in love with Charles Theron, wiped his mouth with a napkin, his smile converging, his expression suddenly shook Neil, and he said, "I've seen the script, it's good, it fits perfectly with our Universal Film Industry exploring the future, criticizing evil, singing love, praising heroic styles, 30 million of our focus, copyright and ultimate editorial rights belonged to the focus company, all right? ”
Neil Blomkan, slightly stunned, heard Carl's problem, frowned slightly, just wanted to say something, was kicked twice by Peter Jackson at the foot of the table, then sighed in his heart and nodded slightly.
Karl was very upset by Neil Blomkan's hesitation and reluctant expression on his face, his mouth raised, his face smiled coldly, his eyes flashing sharply at Neil and said, "Do you seem a little reluctant? It's okay, I don't have to. ”
“How can you be reluctant, don't get me wrong, I have no problem.” Neil Blomkan squeezed a smile on his face and responded hastily.
“Are you sure?” Carl's mouth laughed without waiting for the other party to answer and said directly: “I know the ultimate editorial right is important to every director, but you're not Peter, you're just a new director, so if you want power and respect, then show all your abilities, make this movie, and become a big director, then no one will ask you to do this, and now you can only do it according to Hollywood rules! ”
Neil Blomkan's face changed slightly when he heard Karl speak so bluntly, but soon he was relieved and nodded with a bitter smile, while Charlize and Peter beside him were laughing like they didn't hear anything.
“The company will pay your writer and director, no box office, all right? ”
“No.”
“I, Charlize, will be the producer of this film...” Carl glanced at Peter Jackson and continued with a smile: "Peter, since you're the new guy you like, how about you be a producer? ”
“Oh, is there a box office split?” Peter Jackson laughed.
“Sure, but it won't be too much, or it'll be too much. How about we just pay you a million dollars? ”
“Oh, so generous? ”
“Don't be ridiculous. You're Peter Jackson, okay? ”
Peter Jackson smiled and looked around at Neil, and finally nodded, “Well, I don't have any new projects anyway, so make a production, but I don't want the pay, I want the box office to split, and I'm sure the movie's going to look good! ”
Karl frowned slightly and smiled without hesitation: "Well, that's settled. ”
And he said, turning to Neil, "If there's no other problem, you can sign at Focus this afternoon. ”
“Well, now that we've worked together, it's time for us to have a drink and celebrate, Size Zootav! ”
“Ding--”
“Yazootov! ”
Around 3: 30 p.m., Carl drove to Little Versailles Palace, grabbed a folder, walked out, walked up the granite steps lightly, and greeted his housekeeper with a smile.
“Good afternoon. Where's Mr. Smith? ”
“Sir does sports in the gym, sir, and you have been instructed to go straight there. This way--”
“Thank you. Thank you, please." Carl nodded with a smile and followed the housekeeper through the hallway to the gym.
Walking into the gym, Karl saw Ivana, who was doing yoga for a pregnant woman under the guidance of a gym coach and a female doctor, with a smile all over her face saying, "Good afternoon, Ivana. ”
“Hoo--”
“Good afternoon, Andy's in there...” Ivana saw it was Carl and waited until she breathed out before smiling and saying hello to Carl.
“Okay, I won't bother you.” Carl nodded with a smile, and to be honest, he was really a little bit obsessed with Ivana, and after greeting her, he walked inside and could clearly hear the sound of a 'bang bang' punching sandbag.
“Sex, sex--”
“Boom, boom, boom! ”
Wearing only one pair of sports shorts, Andy, with a white bandage on his fist, bombarded the sandbag with sweat all over his streamlined muscles, more beautiful in the light, glittering like a marble sculpture.
Carl didn't speak, interrupted Andy's rhythm, stood by and waited quietly, knowing that Andy punched the sandbag into 90 degrees, flashed aside, stopped, and picked up the towel from the rest chair on one side and walked forward to pass it to Andy.
“Here we go. How's it going?” Andy took the towel, wiped the sweat off his face, and asked casually.
“Successfully, Peter Jackson agreed to be a producer, and Neil eventually signed a five-part contract with us, and I promised him that if the Ninth District could break a hundred million, he would have the final editing rights from the second one, and he was happy to do so. ”
“Hoo--”
I drank a big sip of Andy with a sports drink, threw the bottle on the floor, wiped my neck and sweat on my body with a towel, and laughed: "Take advantage of Charlize's producer and Peter Jackson's production identity, publicize it, make him shoot faster, preferably a year ago, this year I want to keep the Universal Film Industry's top box office steady. ”
“Then make a little low-cost horror and comedy strife. Anyway, the girls from the new forces need to sharpen their acting and show their faces to save popularity. If you sell one of the five movies, you'll earn it back.” Carl's eyes turned, and he smiled and suggested.
Andy turned a white eye without anger. It's a bad idea, but it's not impossible. Don't think Hollywood doesn't have rotten movies. You know, the U.S. produces about 700 to 800 movies a year now, and the movies are about 50 to 100, and the other movies are either unquestioned or rotten!
It's just that there's a huge amount of crap that Americans don't see when they spit, and the news doesn't go to other countries.
“No, but Emerstone, Jennifer Lawrence, was excluded, leaving Alexandra Dario and Kate Dallings to fight. After all, they were ‘fierce' enough! Anything else, the two ‘murderers' are worth the ticket! You know, in times of recession, people prefer...” Andy's eyes glistened, thinking about what, picking an eyebrow in front of him made a ‘big’ gesture, and lowered his voice to drama.