King of Hollywood

In Cameron's exhilarating screams, two people, from the desk to the wall to the ground, finally stopped, the clothes laid on the ground were ravaged, everything was thrown everywhere, and it was seen how intense the fighting was.

Cameron glanced at the ceiling with an intoxicating smile, seemingly still in the aftertaste of flying into the sky, while Adrian buried her head warmly in her chest. Basically, Adrian has been on the set four times since the movie started, each time with Cameron. And every time, she hinted to him that the original producer's boyfriend had broken up in the second place.

“Oh, Ed, you're so strong, I love you.” When Adrian got up and dressed, Cameron finally came back to God, lazily bracing his head and watching him say in a delicate voice. The redness, which had not yet faded, remained on her face, and the blue eyes * * had not completely dispersed, leaving her with a feeling of desire * * *.

“Let's get up first. There's still time, but if you don't clean it up, it's gonna be a lot of trouble.” Adrian grabbed her hand with a smile when she put on her top and leaned over her nice soft hand.

Cameron glanced at him, sat up with Adrian's hand, and pulled down the leggings he had just put on with a thunderbolt and buried his head in. Adrian took a deep breath and shouted a hammer, reaching over Cameron's head and enjoying serving her golden hair. Almost forgot that this was every time she missed a * post-dot retention show, although Cameron's mouth was no better than Julia's, it beat wandering enough.

Yes, if Adrian were to use a word to describe Cameron? Adrian, who had “deep” communication with Diaz, understood what kind of woman she was, even though she seemed all kinds of charm and manners in front of a lot of people.

Unlike other actresses, Cameron was born into a wealthier family, sort of at the top of the middle class or at the bottom of the rich class, worry-free and basically capable of doing whatever he wanted, so he had the general affair of rich children: greed, boredom, indifference. So I had a great time sleeping with Adrian.

But after all, she is different from rich kids who really don't care about everything, like Adrian a few years ago, so sometimes things have a strong purpose, especially after a few years of modeling, even though young people see a lot clearly, otherwise how can they kick off the producer's boyfriend and hook up with Adrian?

How could Adrian refuse, at a time when Cameron was young and attractive in her youth, how could she afford a hug? But let it go, Cameron had hints, but Adrian refused to speak up. He wasn't very interested in her. He made a * * of each other. He felt like he would give it anyway, which he hinted at when he refused.

Anyway, there are still a lot of good movies. Besides, "My Best Friend's Wedding" will start next year. Adrian, besides Cameron, can't think of who's better suited for which vibrant bride.

After coming out of the secluded room with Cameron, he spoke to the staff who had just finished filming, and Adrian left the scene of Transformers. It's perfectly normal that nobody noticed that they had ever left or noticed that they hadn't.

There was supposed to be another set, by Tim? Burton-directed Slash Valley, which was finalized last Halloween. It's just that Burton happened to have a little producer busy, Ed, famous' 50s movie director? Wood's personal biography film had to be delayed some time later, so Burton promised to start shooting as soon as possible before February.

Adrian agreed to Burton's request, and the Cut Off Valley is almost ready to go on as soon as the slot is out. And he just took the opportunity to keep up with Liv, and to be honest, for almost six months, Adrian still had a little trouble seeing this girl, and although she always seemed like she didn't care about anything, she didn't think it should be that simple, especially...

“Really? You mean the purple dress suits me better?” At a party like this, Liv asked Adrian, the blue eyes of the Spirit of Water were wide open, full of curiosity and a luminous glow of red lips that, although slightly longer, could not hide that rather natural innocent look.

Every time Adrian whispers in his heart, it's the first time for him that he can't see through a woman's heart. Or is she just thinking too much of herself?

But it doesn't matter, as long as there's something in this circle, it's inevitable. There are conservative girls in the United States, but that's not going to be Hollywood, there are traditional girls in the United States, but that's not going to be Hollywood, what the media call cleanliness, but it's just relative. In this place, the sludge may have, without dyeing, uh, none. So sooner or later, he will see through her, especially if he has a conscious understanding of her future.

Leaving aside the filmmaking thing, Adrian immediately began to think about the company's development, and these films were made, so long as there was no big problem, making money was certain. There are several films coming out this summer, such as Real Lies and Tornado, which, while all invested with other companies, will undoubtedly continue to perform well in the Bosworth film industry, and Spielberg will probably be founded in a few months.

Moreover, even if the Dream Factory were to be established soon, as long as the Bosworth Film Industry continues to maintain this momentum, it will inevitably continue to receive the attention of major production companies. Claude had come up with some ideas and some results, but had not been able to solve the problem at all. After looking in his memory, Adrian had come up with a solution, just in time for the next few days to attend a meeting, after which he was prepared to discuss it with Claude.

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Black Lincoln stopped in front of a private club. Ted the Godfather? Turner opened his eyes and, after finishing his clothes, walked down after the waiter opened the door and measured the look of the club before walking in.

Though he was 55 years old, despite the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, Turner still looked very healthy, very spirited, and even deliberately dyed his white hair black for this meeting.

“I'm going to tell those boys I'm not old enough to make them mess around.” When he left home this morning, he did this to his wife, the famous Hollywood movie star Jane? Fonda said.

Despite being so confident in front of his wife, he was deeply worried, and TBS was not very optimistic at the moment. The AC media apparently planned for a long time, choosing to strike at a time when his successful acquisition of the new line had not yet been fully digested, and not only had he been overwhelmed, but there were also a lot of backwards moves, a set of punches that had so far failed to recover their disadvantages.

Of course, Turner doesn't show his worries on his face, which is tantamount to telling him that I'm in a terrible situation, and you can do whatever you want. As an old fox who fought in the mall for decades, created tbs with one hand and has grown to this size today, how could he possibly make such a low-level mistake?

“Hey, Ted, you can be on time.” After the waiter opened the door for him, a passionate voice rang and a young man followed him with a smile and reached out to him.

“I didn't expect you to come earlier than I did, Claude.” Turner smiled and shook his hand.

“That should be true. From that point of view, you are an elder. I should be the one waiting for you.” Claude's tone was sincere, and it made Turner feel better.

Frankly, this is a very talented young man, modest and courteous, well educated and respected, commercially visionary, wrist and courageous, almost identical to his father, and without the faults of old Ronnie. Although Turner had only met him a few times, he was very impressed.

If it was any other time, Turner would love to have a good conversation with this young man, but now...

“How did you think about our opinion, Ted?” After a few cold sentences and waiting for the waiter to bring tea and coffee, Claude came straight to the point.

“It's not a good proposition, Claude, and I admit that your offer is reasonable, but some things are not measurable.” Turner said lipstick tea for a long time.

“Really? Would you answer that if the acquirer were Warner or Universal and offered the same price?” Claude adjusted his sitting position and asked in a carefree tone.

Turner jumped with the teacup's eyelid, and some of the strong words reasoned, “The question is, Warner or Universal didn't ask for the acquisition, did they? Specific questions have specific answers. ”

Claude shook his head laughingly, ignoring his answer to the concept of theft, just continued: "You know, Ted, we have more chips than you. ”

“Of course I know, but mine is also plentiful.” Turner shrugged, "Although some of the directors have turned against you, that doesn't mean I don't have allies, Morina. They'll stand with me."

“Really?” A derisive smile flashed from Claude's face, "I regret to tell you, Ted, just yesterday, Molina? Mr. White has sold me his shares. ”

“It's impossible," Ted? Turner lost his voice, first revealing a shocking look, an old face rose red, nothing more angry than hearing his allies betray themselves on the day of the negotiations.

“That's the truth, Ted,” Claude handed it to me, "and the rest of the directors were moved. ”

“Do you think you can make me give in, Claude?” Turner took a deep breath and then calmed down, looking like an old fox with a pretty good psychological qualities.

“If you really think so, then it's a big mistake, and you should know that there are means that I don't want to use, but I don't want to use.” He looked at Claude with a gaze.

“Of course I know, Ted, that's why I invited you here, and you promised to come.” Claude's face is calm, "I want to make it clear that we're not taking anything from you, Ted. Instead, we want to make TBS bigger and more capable of living on the shoulders of four broadcasters."

Ted frowned and seemed to want to say something, but eventually he just shrugged his shoulders.

“I know what you're thinking, Ted,” Claude smiled in the eyes, "and it's true that we're young, and it's only been three years since we were founded, and your doubts are understandable, but we have our reasons. ”

Speaking of which, he lifted his wrist and looked at the time and sighed with a smile: "Someone was supposed to be here with me today waiting for you, but until now he hasn't shown up, I don't know how late he is. ”

As soon as the voice went down, the knocking sounded, followed by a young man walking into the box and Claude's enthusiastic embrace. He looked almost twenty-five or six years old, his brown hair combed neatly, his eyes were rarely seen in pure black, the five officers were like marble carved out, very handsome.

Turner remembered the young man's name, Adrian, the one with the miracle director's name? Corwell, who is also chairman of AC Media. What's he doing here? Turner thought strangely. Although, as chairman of a company, he had every right to ask about the company's acquisitions, he knew as early as when investigating the AC media that all the specific matters were under the auspices of Claude, and Adrian rarely asked, thinking about making his films, so what was he doing here? To convince yourself? How did he convince himself?

“You're at least 20 minutes late.” Claude complained at the time.

“I'm sorry, Los Angeles is in a terrible state of traffic, and I'm close to catching up with New York," Adrian explained, "I drove by myself today. I was talking on the phone before I got off the highway, and I didn't hear anything on the traffic broadcast, so I took the wrong exit and ended up blocking it now. ”

“'Hello, Ted. It's good to see you again. You haven't changed as much as you looked a few years ago. ”

A couple of years ago? Turner starts to think of Adrian's father, and then he remembers what he looked like, and what he's accomplished in the last three years, and he's had a lot of good feelings. You know, Turner himself started his career at the age of 24, after his father killed himself.

“You're much more mature than ever, Adrian.” Turner smiled slightly, with a hint of praise in his tone.

“Where were you?” Adrian sat down and asked in a gentle tone.

“About our plans for tbs.” Claude shrugged and looked at Turner.

“With all due respect, Ted, what conditions do you think are needed to get TBS to NBC?” Adrian asked straightforwardly, without waiting for Turner to answer his question and raise his hands and say to himself, “Of course, I'm not in this business, so I'm sure the questions aren't as comprehensive as yours, but I know one thing that's important is the ratings. It's not hard to get to the NBC level as long as you have a high enough rating, and I can assure you that high ratings are always there."

“Always existed?” Turner suddenly wanted to laugh, and Adrian was so arrogant.

“Yes,” the young man's mouth curled slightly and didn't seem to think how ridiculous he was, “you should know which TV show NBC had the highest viewership during this time? That was from the Bosworth Film Industry, and I still have a lot of ideas for this kind of TV show, which may not be entirely the same as Old Friends, but there's definitely quality assurance. Beyond that, I also have a lot of ideas for composite shows, and they have the same guarantee of viewability. Oh, there's the talk show, which depends mainly on the host's strength, and besides, sports shows may need professionals, but I'm totally confident that once viewership rises to a certain height, these problems will be solved."

“It seems that the Americans have chosen Mr. Adrian as their spokesperson, and Mr. Adrian has shown them what they want to see.” Turner picked up the cup and said sarcastically.

Adrian laughed, lifted his legs, sat up straight, his hands crossed in the air, his eyes looking straight at Ted? Turner: “Three years ago, I told Claude that I, a man who knew nothing about film, was going to direct it and do it in the shortest possible time, and Claude didn't believe it; two years ago, I told the CEO of a movie company that I was going to use two films to get Al? Should Percy believe it or not, Ted? ”

Turner looked at Adrian a little stunned and didn't know what to say for a while.

“You should have seen my profile," Adrian's smile hidden a little bit, “can you tell me, in film and television production, that there's one thing I can do in three years, Ted? Let's just say, up here, whatever I say is going to happen, I've never failed, not before, not in the future."

Heavily spoken words echoed in the room, Turner's eyebrows were wrinkling to death, but he watched Adrian never speak. He had the illusion that it was not Adrian who was sitting in front of him, but the younger version of himself.

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