King of Hollywood

Adrian can't possibly wonder how big a life came when Jobs returned to the apple. That's one of the reasons he had a good relationship with Jobs, and Pix was the second.

But he didn't know why Jobs was going back to Apple, or why he was directing Apple to reorient, maybe Pix's success increased his chips and affected him, but maybe not, who knows?

Of course, just like the famous Hollywood motto: No one is indispensable, and Jobs is not 100% indispensable, if Adrian were to sit in Apple's CEO position, as long as Jonathan? Ivy's core designers are still there, and he may not be able to compete with Jobs, but he can do at least 80 percent of what he does. Well, this may not be a good example, and it should be said that without Jobs, or Apple, it would be depressing, or they would find a better CEO to create more brilliant results, and the attraction of the future lies in its uncertainty.

But this is exactly what Adrian wanted to avoid, and his greatest reliance was on the prophet's perception that avoiding the butterfly effect over nature was something he should always be aware of. Besides, the apple that owns Jobs is a super big cake in the future, and Pixar's benefits are simply a poppy compared to it, which would be a shame if it were lost.

But if you really choose to share Pix's rights with Jobs, I'm afraid you'll have to bargain with him when you merge this piece of animation in the future. This guy is not a fuel saving lamp. So, Adrian needs to think about what he's going to do.

But it only took a few days for Adrian to make his own decision.

“You mean to spend tens of millions on a computer animation studio that's lost seven years in a row and loses over a million a year?” When Claude took out a bottle of wine and two glasses from the liquor cabinet in his study, he turned around and stared at Adrian.

“It won't exceed 50 million. Uncle Leggett collected some information for me. Jobs had thought of selling it to Microsoft just a few weeks ago, but Microsoft thought it was too expensive to accept, and I don't think Jobs would offer a higher price now.” Adrian said, taking the glass up high and looking closely, then swayed a few drops under his nose and took a deep breath before closing his eyes and taking a taste.

“Margot in '83? You're really gonna enjoy this, Claude.” He opened his eyes and looked at his best friend with some surprise.

“Because to entertain you,” Claude shrugged, then revealed his curiosity again, "but how did you first taste it? And the years are right. ”

“The bottle is right in front of me, and I know the numbers and phrases above.” Adrian refers to the bottle in his hand.

Claude, stunned, opened his mouth and smiled, “Do you think I'm Conandor in a taxi? ”

Adrian didn't speak and tried the lipstick again before looking at Claude again. Of course Claude knew what he meant, shook his head and smiled and said, "No problem. I'll get in touch with Jobs. ”

This time Adrian looked stunned. He decided to look at Claude for a few seconds before asking in surprise: “Wait, Claude, you said... you said yes? ”

“Yes, I did. Why?” Claude shrugged, "did you regret it again? ”

“No, no, no,” Adrian waved, looking at him like a rare animal, “shouldn't you object? Shouldn't you be talking about investment and risk? Shouldn't you be trying to get rid of me?”

“Yes, I did initially think that, although I thought computer animation was promising after gathering some information and consulting with some professionals, it was not wise to spend such a large sum of money on a studio that had lost several years in a row.” Claude gestured and said, "But, thinking about it, I've rejected your proposal several times in a row, and if this happens again, my CEO position is probably unsecured, so... I compromised. ”

That was a disturbing appearance that twitched Adrian's mouth straight, but he quickly pressed himself, holding his hand and showing a very wounded and agitated appearance: “How can you do this, Claude? You should continue to uphold the principle. You should continue to object, continue to persuade me not to take such great risks."

“Hey, what's going on? Why do you want me to agree when I disagree; and when I do, you don't want me to agree?” Claude looked at him somehow.

'Cause I had a plan, and you're gonna mess up my plan. ”Adrian dropped the glass in his hand and explained it without waiting for Claude to ask:" I knew from previous offers that you were likely to object to the acquisition because you were always steady on these things. So I was ready to have Uncle Leggett help me buy Pix in my personal name when you veto it. And then we wait for Pix to fly, and then we merge it into AC media, so we can squeeze your 25% stake further. "

Claude pretended to look at him in shock.

“Hey, how can I talk like that? I obviously talked to you first, but you rejected the offer, and of course I had to pay for it myself.” Adrian is innocent. Put your hands up, "which is normal business behavior. ”

“But now that I've agreed, and you're asking me to veto, isn't that reckoning and what?” Claude said a bit of a mess.

“Have you ever seen such a calculation of saying everything... hey...? You look... hey... idiot... I'm warning you, Claude, if you do this again, I'll be rude to you," Adrian said with a warning tone as he stretched his hand against Claude's fist and frowned.

“Really, kid?” Claude jumped right up and punched him. "More than two? ”

Adrian couldn't help but glance at the situation. Some images suddenly flashed through his mind. He knew it was his memory before. However, he had also fought with Claude a few times in a private club before, but now there is an unknown emotion spreading from his heart. Although it only lasts a few seconds, it disappears...

Adrian suddenly laughed and jumped after him, pulling a button off his neck and putting up a stand and waved to Claude: "Come here if you want to get beat up. ”

“So confident to be said, Ed,” Claude tried a few punches in a row, "I'm going to beat you, if it wasn't in my study, if I wasn't without a fist, you'd be lying down..."

Claude fell to the ground, while Adrian, with his fist swinging violently, made good strides because of the force falling, and then some cried and watched his head lay on the ground, Claude.

“You still are, haven't changed a bit, my fist hasn't touched you yet.” He whispered.

“Do I have to wait for you to hit me before I lie down? You're not a lightweight guy.” Claude sat up and whispered, "Not now...”

When he suddenly shut his mouth, Adrian was stunned and immediately understood what he was worried about, he couldn't help but smile: “It's okay, at least you can tell my godfather. ”

“Forget it, my father would only let me punch back.” Claude stood up a little lazy.

The two men held out their fists and punched each other, then smiled at each other. There were things that didn't have to be said much between the best parties.

“How about a chance to get on stage and play two rounds in one piece?” Claude sat back in the chair and said.

“No problem, stay with me.” Adrian, who also sat back in the chair, clapped his hands and agreed.

“So that's it. I'll get in touch with Jobs as soon as I can," Claude pulled the subject back, "and the bottom line is, you have to get Pix, right? ”

“Yes.” Adrian nodded, “It would be better if you came forward and negotiated with him personally, indicating the importance we attach to Jobs himself, and I'm sure we'll get more from him. ”

“As you wish.” Claude yanked his hands and thought of something to make a bad laugh about, "Well, if it wasn't for the accident, we'd soon get ownership of Pix, and you couldn't count me that way. ”

“Unfortunately, I've got Uncle Leggett ready to buy the Silicon and Nerve Key Studio, so I have a chance.” Adrian "sneered”.

“Are you so confident?” Claude frowned.

“Wait and see, Claude.” Adrian Haha smiles, "how about a nice bottle of wine to celebrate? ”

“Let's finish this bottle.” Claude raised the bottle in his hand.

“Believe it or not, you've got a lot of good wine in your collection, how can you lay it on me with a '83 Margaux,” Adrian said, thinking, "Why don't you open that bottle of 1784 Dicken's white wine? ”

“Don't even think about it. It's already an observable collection. If you drink it, it's a crowded object,” Claude exclaimed.

“If you don't drink it, it's the astringent.” Adrian grunted, but waved: “Okay, I'm not going to do your favorite thing. ”

He didn't really hit the bottle, he just took the opportunity to flirt with Claude. Collectibles are more like loot in a sense, more to show off. For example, people who like to collect famous paintings or antiques always like to display them in front of their Guests, even ordinary people can collect stamps or something. A lot of animals have this custom, and people, they're advanced animals.

“I remember you used to like collecting cars, and now you don't seem interested anymore?” Claude suddenly asked.

“Yes, transferred.” Adrian nodded.

“So what's the collection now?” Claude asked with interest.

Adrian wanted to say it was nothing, but a thought suddenly popped out of his mind.

“Now...” he said slowly, looking at the cup with the dark red light in his hand, a funny smile appeared in the corner of his mouth, "Collecting women."

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