Chicago 1990

The "Epic Blockbuster" Solomon and Queen of Sheba's review will be mixed by Hallie. Several European filmmakers who secretly ran to BET to promote their sales have just escaped the danger of being beaten up, and immediately encircled the big boss Johnson, flattering. The phase is very ugly.

"What's wrong?"

Song Ya temporarily dragged her to sit down in the reviewing room next door, "How do I stop this?", "A film will only be sold on TV when it has nowhere to go, small-scale releases, video tape market, and independent film awards are no tricks. Try it first?"

“I’ve tried them all. They sent someone to take me to the distribution company. In fact, they’ve gone to NBC and other big channels to promote them. They all use me as a selling point. If it’s not for a friend of BET to reveal in private, I’ll even connect them. I don’t even know when I get here..."

Halle leaned pitifully on Song Ya's chest and complained, and her hand behind her slapped her entourage who followed the door with disgust. They knew it, and left the same way, away from the sight of the two.

Song Ya did not notice this scene, "William Morris did not hear the wind?"

"They persuaded me not to take this movie, but I was dazzled by elements such as the Bible story, the black queen, and the epic blockbuster..." Halle said, "Besides, I signed a short contract with William Morris. Do you remember? You negotiated for me, and I still have to sign back CAA for my next brokerage contract."

"Harry will have this kind of hidden danger by repeatedly jumping horizontally." Song Ya reminded her.

"CAA has better resources in Hollywood, and Mr. Ovitz has become the president of Disney."

The two of them had just chatted a few words, and the head of the reviewer here coughed slightly, so they both shut their mouths observantly, and quietly read the rest of the passage of'how do I stop this'.

As a movie with the same "dead end", the viewability of this movie is really not high. After the film is over, Hallie may have been emotionally fluctuated just now, and has fallen asleep on Song Ya's shoulder, making long breathing sounds. , The makeup on his face still has tears.

"Stop pulling the curtains." Song Ya was very warm and stopped the staff from pulling the curtains open. "Let her sleep first."

"I have a chat with APLUS."

Johnson happened to appear at the door again. He hinted that his men and Yeremov and others would all go out. He saw that Hallie was asleep and didn't wake her up. He closed the door of the screening room and sat down on the other side of Song Ya. "No way, since BET’s content company opened, the door-to-door sales of filmmakers have been in an endless stream as they are today. We are a new company. In order to grab resources, the price is higher... In fact, the main reason I established this company The goal is still to develop self-made content." He explained a few words.

In recent years, the Los Angeles riots, the general election, the MJ case, the Simpson case, and other black communities and even all the news hotspots that have been paid attention to, as well as the rapid expansion of the massive new subscribers from the TCI cable network and the telephone and telegraph company, etc., BET With rapid development in the past few years, Song Ya feels that the black media tycoon whose value has been increasing year by year has gradually possessed the mentality of a real media tycoon, and is no longer the very aggressive arrogance that he had when he first met a few years ago. , Become more modest and restrained.

"I understand, this movie is just a small business."

Song Ya knows that BET is very angry now. Even if it is a TV movie with black elements, their requirements are quite high. Even bad movies that are not interested in the video rental market are very sad about their review. "It's really not good, I will find a few Go to a small theater with a better family relationship to show it for a few days, and temporarily put it into the film library of the A+ film studio after the painting is finished.

"Ok."

Johnson said: "The main reason is that you don't want to sign a long-term gambling agreement. In fact, our requirements are not high. It is enough to maintain a certain level of quality every year."

Without the blessings of the apocalypse, the level would definitely not be maintained. Song Ya knew about his family affairs, smiled and shook his head, "When I don’t invest in black movies, Spike Lee and the others scold me to make some white movies. Some money is playing beggars, and I finally understand now that it is impossible to please the Hollywood group of Ngers without spending tens of millions each year.

"I'm still far from you." Song Ya said just to see Harry's long eyelashes blink in her arms, so she quietly stretched out her hand to scratch her waist and her body began to tremble because of her patience.

"Not necessarily? I know that your A+ apparel, A+ audio company, and your investments in the technology industry have not yet been listed. In fact, we are not far away."

Johnson left a word and left.

"Hate, stop! APLUS...haha..."

With no one else left, Hallie immediately laughed and twisted the hand that was hiding from him, and her body became tighter. The two remained ambiguous for a few seconds, and she simply breathed heavily and straddled up.

"Stop, Halle." Song Ya raised her left hand to her, showing the wedding ring on her ring finger.

"Fxxkyou, little guilty man." Hallie lost her interest in a moment, got up and got out of contact, "You are so behaved by her!"

"call……"

The figure is still so amazingly beautiful, Song Ya took a sigh of relief, and then pulled on the pants, "Who am I? A+, a good man with perfect score."

"Cut!" Halle said she didn't believe it, she went to open the door of the screening room, "makeup bag..." shouted outside.

Her assistant came in to help with makeup, Song Ya also stood up, "I'm leaving Hallie, and I have to rush back to Chicago at night. Don't let that bad movie affect your mood."

"Yeah." She was closing her eyes to let the assistant pick up her makeup.

"I'm leaving?"

"Well, Bye..." she answered casually.

The response wasn't very enthusiastic, Song Ya was a little lost, walked to the door with his hand in his pants pocket, and then silently glanced at her who was concentrating on makeup before going to meet Yeremov and others.

In the evening, he was chatting with Yeremov about DreamWorks on a private jet. Yeremov didn’t know much about Johnson. “I just heard that Paul Allen, one of the founders of Microsoft, was escaping from Hodgkin’s. After the sick claws, he began to invest and have fun. He had contact with the DreamWorks trio, but the specific cooperation has not yet been determined. I heard that Paul Allen wanted to get involved in the release, but the DreamWorks trio is still very good at challenging the Seventh. Hesitate."

"These Jews..." Song Ya scolded, "They have invested 30 million yuan in the establishment of DreamWorks, and even a movie can get hundreds of millions of investment from a technology tycoon!"

"Uh..." Yeremov was embarrassed.

"I'm not scolding you." Song Ya just remembered that he was also Jewish.

"It's okay, the main person is Spielberg, how can we compare..." Yeremov said.

"What happened to Spielberg?"

The wife of the future governor appeared in the cabin gracefully. She seemed to have drunk some alcohol, kicked off her high heels at will, and then poured directly into the spacious VIP seat, "Huh!" sighed comfortably.

"I'm in a good mood, Alicia." Song Ya asked with a smile: "It seems that this trip turned out very well?"

"Yes, the telecommunications bill should be passed by the Senate in the near future, and the pressure will be on the House of Representatives immediately. As a party whip, Underwood is trying his best to help the general leader to pass the bill in the House of Representatives..."

Alicia said: "At this time, they must not lack the full support of the political power of the Donkey Party in the Midwest."

"That is really good news." Song Ya pointed to the flight attendant who came over, and the two of them tacitly stopped discussing the topic.

"Mrs. Flock, what do I need to drink?" the aunt's flight attendant asked professionally.

"Uh..." She thought for a while, "some more champagne..."

"OK, wait."

The plane landed in Chicago on time, "Let Mavota see you, Alicia." Song Ya once again gently helped her down the gangway.

"Thank you."

She was not very interested again. Song Ya knew that she had just borrowed a drink and looked at herself softly a few times on the plane, but she didn't give any feedback. She seemed a little bit irritated.

Didn't expect to really move Peter's wife?Song Ya tried to play with him before. He knew very well that he must not destroy the alliance with Peter now. Besides, he didn't want to betray his good wife in Los Angeles, so he decisively urged him back to a gentleman.

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