King of Hollywood

The next few days were still the same as before, Adrian and Kate wandered around the attractions, tried the food, toured the terroirs, and occasionally asked about "Memory Shards", as if coming to Berlin was really just a vacation.

While attention to Memory Fragments has declined considerably as a result of a series of styles of films, such as Silent Lamb, appearing in theaters designated by the festival, the visibility has been beaten out, and the film critics' reputation for both Dennis and Joe's performances - half-witted for Kate, either good or bad - coupled with LaVerne's ability to demonstrate, there is no need to worry about the film's publicity.

That's why Adrian let go, and he didn't expect to get any awards at the Berlin Film Festival anyway. It's just that reality is often unexpected, and "Memory Shards" actually won a special jury award at the awards ceremony two weeks later!

“Thank you to the judges for awarding this award to me...” Don't look at Adrian when he comes on stage and says thank you to a lot of people, but he's wondering if these judges are in his head.

Although the Special Jury Award of the Berlin Film Festival and the Venice Best Newcomer Award are of a nature, they nevertheless represent the recognition of the judges of the Festival. The judges who don't watch the festival come from all over the world, and it's the filmmakers in Germany and the surrounding area who can actually shoot the board, and it's the festivals in Venice, Cannes, San Sebastian, and so on, and Oscar is no exception.

These festivals or film awards all have their own themes and naturally do not randomly award awards to less themed films. As I said before, the theme of the Berlin Film Festival is politics, and the theme of "Memory Fragment" has nothing to do with politics, plus that the best director has been awarded to Jonathan? DAMY - The Silent Lamb has some political flavors, too, like the kidnapped Senator's daughter - there's no reason to send another consolation prize to an American film. Then why did the judges hand over the Special Jury Award to Adrian?

Adrian was confused about this, and didn't understand it until he talked to LaVerne and combined his own perceptions. The current Berlin Film Festival is far less than the Berlin Film Festival 10 years later, and even the name of one of the three biggest European film festivals is barely a name, although there is always a wide gap between Venice and Cannes for various reasons. Now that the two Germans have just reunited, this gap has been further widened, and Adrian has just won the Venetian Film Festival Best Newcomer Award.

Never before has a director like Adrian been able to produce two films in just a few months of good quality, one of which has earned a lot of honor and an excellent box office, while the other has received considerable acclaim from film critics, even beyond the first. So it's no big deal to give him two special jury awards, which are basically comforting in nature anyway, and two more, which can't be worse than the Venetian Film Festival? Besides, Memory Fragment is fully eligible for the award.

In fact, to be honest, the fact that a film festival or something is actually a cake split, as long as you are qualified, you can split it it, but if you can split it it, you have to see luck. Once connected, Adrian stopped thinking about it, and LaVerne would naturally take advantage of the award to promote the film's projection.

After the awards ceremony, which also took two weeks to close at the Berlin Film Festival, Adrian returned to Los Angeles after sending Kate back to London for another two days.

The next thing is naturally waiting, the Berlin Film Festival opens on 4 February, naturally closing on 18 February, and the first Gulf War ends on 28 February.

Adrian, of course, was not idle, and the North American release of Memory Fragment began its life in front of typewriters after being assigned to Globe. While in London in Berlin, Kate didn't hesitate to ask about the novel, and Adrian's plan included more scripts for The Philadelphia Story.

Overall, it's still comfortable, unlike staying in the clipping room all day long more than a month ago. The only regret is that Kate is not around, especially when she's hot * * and greeted with courtesy under his tutelage. Since our last trip to Los Angeles, Kate has been totally unplugged in bed by experienced Adrian with all kinds of tricks, almost to the point of "xx under bed xx”.

That's why Kate complained about Adrian that night in Berlin. Just complaining about being complaining, what else to do, or that phrase, people in love always lack reason.

Time had finally passed in February 1990, and the Gulf war, which lasted more than a month, had come to an end with the announcement by the multinational forces of the Persian Gulf on 28 that the offensive would cease 100 hours of ground operations. Next, it is time to take stock of the spoils. The military, the financial crocodiles, lost and earned.

The telephone bell on the table rang without warning, jumping Adrian, who was thinking. After hesitation, he picked up the handset and asked, "Hello, who is it? ”

“Ed, it's me.” There came Claude's voice, accompanied by a heavy breath, whimpering, very clear, as if he could not breathe.

“Hey, Claude, you finally called me. How heavy is that? Relax, I thought you ran away with the roll.” Adrian said in a toned tone, even though his mind chirped, that they had no contact at all during the course of the proceedings, except for a brief “28th” to Claude over the phone on 20 February.

“Do you know… do you know… how much money we invested in total?” Claude was probably pulling the tie around his neck as the heavy breathing sounds grew clearer and clearer, accompanied by a ripping sound.

“In addition to my 65 million, you invested more than 10 million, almost in the early 80 million.” Adrian remembered carefully, "Well, don't sell it, tell me what happened. ”

“… 10x!” After a strenuous swallowing of the mouth spit, there was this sound.

“Ha, pretty good, actually turned 10... what are you talking about! 10x!” Adrian almost didn't throw the microphone out of his hand. He opened his eyes and tried so hard to control his body, but his teeth were still bitten.

“Yes, that's right, ten times! You heard me right! That's 10 times! I fuckin 'doubled the money 10 times! $800 million back!” Claudeton over the phone laughed furiously, as if a balloon filled with air had suddenly been pierced and the air was leaking out.

Adrian opened his eyes hard, covered his forehead, breathed heavily, and his breath became as heavy as Claude's previous breath. He never thought it would be like this, but at first he hoped to double or triple his luxury and earn a couple of hundred million dollars back. Unexpectedly, 80 million dollars turned into 800 million! This is fucking outrageous! Claude, this guy...

“Claude, you guys...” Adrian started pulling his collar, too, as if it would make him feel better, "You're fucking amazing! ”

“Ha ha, I love that sentence. Say it again. Say it again! ”

“You're fucking amazing! Very, very impressive! ”

Two people are just so full of dirty words, you say what I say, and each one of them punches the table with his own hands, sends out?? Sounds like they can't get excited unless they do. It took a long time for the two people on both sides of the phone to calm down.

“I can't believe it. How did you do that, Claude?” Adrian, paralyzed in a high-back chair, asks that his chest is still visibly ups and downs.

“I don't know, I haven't thought about that at all, my whole attention is focused on buying and selling, and the numbers of funds are just numbers for me. I was sturdy and surprised when I came back to see it when it was over.” Claude recalls that joy in tone is evident.

“You have to hide well, Claude, as I have said many times before, but I have to say, you are remarkable.” Adrian said sincerely.

“Yes, of course,” Claude Haha laughed, "you know, Ed, when I told the old man about this, he looked amazing, and he probably didn't think I could do that. ”

“I have to remind you,” Adrian said with some amusement that all fathers and sons in the world are alike in some places, "that old man in your mouth is both your father and my godfather. ”

“Got it. Got it.” Claude sighed exaggerated, "I just proved myself. Is something wrong? ”

Fortunately, he added, “Of course, I couldn't have done this without the information you gave me. - Are you all right? No SEC guy wants to get you coffee? ”

“What, do you really want them to come to me?” Adrian scolded.

“Hey, hey, I just care about you.” Claude screamed.

“Okay, I get it. Are you free for the evening? I think we should talk in detail.” Adrian said seriously in a joking tone.

“No problem, Rosata Restaurant, you're welcome.” Claude said immediately.

“Okay, I'll treat you.” Adrian laughed.

Put down the earpiece, Adrian stood up and walked to the floor window, pulled open the curtains, and the perpetual sun in Los Angeles lit up the study. He stretched out a comfortable lazy waist and squinted his eyes against the bright sky.

I really didn't expect the harvest to be so huge, not only that it was a few times more than expected, but also Claude... great, you can choose from a few plans to prepare, the rest depends on how to convince him!

(Okay, keep asking for tickets, so we can go further on the rookie book list ~)