King of Hollywood

The line between work and life has never been so obvious, and if a woman assistant secretary spoke to him like that, it would only mean that her heart was in disarray. Unfortunately, Charlize did not understand, and Adrian understood.

So that day, after listening to Charlize, Adrian said nothing more, clapped her hands silently, and left the amusement park together when she recovered. In addition, Charlize has not been told anything other than work in the next few days, or even deliberately displayed a certain distance.

To capture, of course, first of all, Adrian could not be more skilled at playing with this hand, and he could use this time to get rid of some important things.

Michael? Bei sat in a different position on the couch outside the office and then touched his nose, which was the third time he had done this. He's not as leisurely as the middle-aged man sitting across the street looking at the newspaper - he knows the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man definitely doesn't know him - there's at least something he can do, even if it's basically done in cooperation with someone else. But what about himself? In addition to a few mtvs and ads, and trophies won through these mtvs and ads?

Thinking he was starting to get more nervous here, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the office door again, what did the miracle director want him to do? You know Adrian? Before Colwell, Michael? Bei didn't really admire anyone, even though he met a lot of directors, producers, and Spielberg and others through his high-ranking uncle around the world, and he always had an arrogance in his heart that he would never make a movie worse than them.

Even if he later learned something about Adrian, he didn't have it in mind, just an independent director who could shoot low-cost. But with Adrian over and over again in public view, and with all that controversy, Michael? Bai's gaze is also gradually attracted to the past.

His original intentions had not changed and he still did not like the costumed artistic films and still did not think he would be worse off than any director if he made them. But Adrian's long list of achievements is eye-catching. Less than three years after he started running the director, he has been nominated for two of Oscar's best directors, while paving the way for Pasino and Thompson with two films. More importantly, each of his films made money, almost never lost, including those he invested in, and those based on scripts from his hands.

Michael? Bay doesn't need to care about Adrian's nominations, but he can't care less about his profitability. There are a lot of different kinds of fame, like, every movie is a laudable art fame, or every movie earns a lot of fame. For Michael? In Belle's case, the latter is obviously more attractive to him. Adrian's ability to make money goes without saying that, most surprisingly, he had never touched anything related to filmmaking before, which was described in detail in those reports about him, and he himself admitted it.

No director has been able to do this since Hollywood was founded, and I'm afraid there's no better word to describe it than genius, and no wonder the media will now call him a miracle director. And the well-informed Michael? Beth knows more, like Adrian, who not only owns the Bosworth Film Industry, but is also the chairman of the soon-to-be-established AC Media.

If so many achievements in less than three years cannot be counted as successful, then who can be counted as successful? As the old saying goes, if the other person's abilities are only a little higher than yours, you may be jealous of him; but if the other person's abilities are too much than yours, you can only look up to him.

So, Michael? Bei would sit here and suffer. He didn't understand why Adrian had to invite him through his uncle. Want him to direct the movie? There are so many people to choose from, aren't there? Besides, they haven't even met. So what would it be? I heard he also has a record company. Is it...

Just as he was thinking, the female secretary had opened the door to the office and walked out: "Michael? Mr. Bay, Jerry? Mr. Brookheimer, Mr. Adrian asked you to come in. ”

She's beautiful. What was her name again? Charlize? Cylon, I think that's the name. Look at the beautiful girl, Michael? Bei couldn't help but whistle in his heart. He stuck with him and went in with him?

The middle-aged man sitting opposite him had the same look, but he reacted a few seconds later, smiling friendlily at Michael, and walking up to the office first.

Michael stood up and followed. His mind was all over what was to come at this moment, and he had no time to think about anything else. His previous sufferings and losses were thrown out of the clouds.

This is a simple office, not much furniture, but it is very comfortable and everything is quite neat as if the word "order” were being interpreted. At this time, the young man sitting in front of the desk was frowning and holding the phone and saying something. He was wearing a white shirt without a tie, his neck untied a mouth, and his coat hung on the hanger. Seriously, at the same time, it gave a sense of indifference.

“Have a seat.” Adrian behind the desk saw them come in, quickly told the microphone, and stood up and reached out: “Good to see you, Mr. Bei, Mr. Brookheimer. ”

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Corwell.” The two people who had just gotten their asses in the chair stood up again.

“Sit down, don't be so constrained, call me Adrian or Ed. I'm not an FBI or CIA, I'm not an IRS officer, and I'm not asking you to help me with the investigation.” Adrian joked.

A few playful words relaxed and Adrian pressed the phone contact key: "Hi Charlie, could you give us three more drinks please...”

He suddenly stopped to look at the two people in front of him.

“Coffee.” Michael? Bei and Brookheimer answered unexpectedly, looking into the eyes, adding once again, "No matter what flavor. ”

Adrian couldn't help laughing: “Okay, Charlie, three lattes, thank you. ”

Then he smiled and looked at the two people: “It's a good idea that I chose a partner, not yet so tacitly. ”

Faced with Michael and Brookheim's doubtful and bewildered gaze, he handed them two bound scripts on his desk: "Take a few minutes to read the script. ”

Michael and Brookheimer looked at each other and simply took the script and read it.

Unlike Brookheimer, who roughly went over it and read it again, Michael read every page very carefully and was very committed, even when Charlize delivered the coffee. One, he wants to know as much as possible about what kind of story it is; and the other, he can take the opportunity to calm down his excitement. He heard Adrian's words. He asked him to direct the movie.

It took about 20 minutes for Michael to finish the script, and he was going to take longer to read it more carefully, but Brookheimer around him had finished it and was waiting for him with a cup of coffee, so the next third of the good grass was finished. Forgive me, but he's still excited, and it's a good story, hot and funny, and he can almost outline some very moving images in his head.

“This is a good script… Adrian.” Michael thought about it, or decided to call him by his full name.

“Thanks, Jerry said the same thing, I knew you'd be great partners.” Adrian laughed, "So now that you're so in agreement, would you like to be the producer and director of this film? ”

The two people in front looked at each other again, then looked up and down, and finally Brookheimer opened his mouth: "May I know why I chose… us, Ed? ”

“This is a purely commercial film, and I need a producer with more relevant experience in this area, so Don recommended you to me, and he said you were his best partner, and you guys had a great time working together.” Adrian smiled and said, “I believe what he said. ”

And he looked at Michael: “As for Michael, although you don't have the experience to direct movies, I've seen all your MTV's and ads, and they're dynamic and shocking, and that's exactly what this movie needs. It doesn't talk about anything else, it just needs to impress the audience and make them look interesting and cool. ”

Adrian suddenly laughed again and apologized: "Of course, another reason is that the movie has a budget of up to about 20 million and most of it will be spent on stunts, so there's not much money to invite famous directors. ”

“It's okay." Michael shrugged, nothing more. Adrian was telling the truth, and he was really a new person in the directorial film who couldn't be new.

“But I'm sure Mike would have done a great job, just as I'm sure Jerry would have done,” Adrian looked at Michael and Brookheimer, "and I don't think working with new directors is a bad thing, and they're probably more dynamic and imaginative than some famous directors, and making films is more appealing - in fact, I'm a new director myself right now. ”

And I laughed when I was thinking about Brookheimerton: "I agree with that, I promise. ”

“Very good." Adrian said looking at Michael.

“I have no problem either.” Michael said quickly that it was an opportunity in any case and he had no reason to let it go.

“Very well, gentlemen, all that's left is to negotiate the signing of the contract and the preparation of the film," Adrian clapped hands, "the actors I've also prepared for you, the two black actors from the TV drama to the movie, both excellent, I'm sure you'll enjoy working together. ”

“No problem, you're the boss.” Brookheimer shrugged his shoulders to accept it, and Michael suddenly asked, “Is it because of the budget? ”

“Hmm...” Adrian thought about it, and then he put his hands on it, "sort of. ”

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