King of Hollywood

That Sony could be so aggressive demonstrates, on the one hand, that they are really anxious to get the Colombian film industry out of its current situation and, on the other hand, that Adrian influence. How could Sonny have tried so hard to please him if he hadn't created a shiny circle of halos for himself?

But then again, this is not too difficult for Sony, the Japanese consortium is already at odds with each other, you have me and you have a bigger situation than the United States. There is more or less friction and strife on both sides of the eastern and eastern shores of the United States, manufacturing and arms dealers have their own interests to play in Congress, while Japan is a completely loose iron plate and the position of prime minister has always been in the hands of the Democratic Party.

So let's not say that a newcomer like Nakayama Mie, Shizuka Kudo, or Rie Miyazawa are interested in highly-popular women, even if Adrian finds a way to send them to him. Even though they are very popular stars and even national idols, they do not have much choice in a society like Japan that still maintains a strong tradition of inferiority between men and women.

Even Japan and the entire East Asian entertainment community are different from the West. Americans and Europeans are talking about your feelings. I wish that people who maintain decency will not use coercion or illustrative means of coercion, and this is not something to be ashamed of, and the body is part of capital. But in East Asia, people who have always had power have to do whatever they want. Korean sticks stand out on this, and once exposed, women are always under more pressure than men.

Well, let's not talk about it, anyway, as long as Adrian reveals his intention to cooperate, they can satisfy whoever is interested. The only thing that's unlikely is Namie Ann, not because of her personality or her power, but because Ai Hui is an emerging company and is currently singing against Sony Records.

Therefore, over the next few days, Adrian will be enjoying the Japanese colours - and enjoying the service of Guiko. Admittedly, Japanese women are really good at serving men, like rubber clay, squeezing into whatever shape they want, combined with that relatively delicate figure, can easily make people feel “ravaged”.

However, when playing back, it is still necessary to take care of it. After all, women are not goods, and Adrian is not good * *. I played with Madonna once, and I still have to give her the respect she deserves.

“Mr. Adrian is a very gentle man.” Guiko said that more than once, he had a lot of smiles on his face, instead of pretending most of the time like the first day.

Now that we have accepted each other's good intentions, we need to show some expression, so Adrian simply handed over the main things that came to Japan to Takumi Sugi to deal with.

“While I was shopping at the bookstore, Miss Guiko recommended a good horror and thrill novel. Although I don't know much about Nikkei, I still feel that Japanese horror and thrill stories that are good at creating atmospheres are unique. In fact, I visited some shrines under the leadership of Miss Guido, and after listening to a lot of ghost stories about them, I've had some immature ideas.” Adrian said so on the phone.

“You mean to get the movie editing rights to this novel, is that it?” Sugi asked carefully.

“Yes, but not now, not the best time, so what I want to get is at least a ten-year movie copyright, and for now, I have another arrangement.” Adrian hinted.

“I see.” Sugi is a smart man, how can he not hear what he is saying, when the instant words are answered with excitement.

“Well, I'll have Sam contact you as soon as possible.” When Adrian said this, he hung up the phone and paused before walking to the windows to see the city outside at night.

A bang came from behind, turning his head and looking back, Changchi had changed his kimono and came to him with a shy, small step, then bowed deeply. Unlike regular kimonos, this is an improved version of the sexy kimono, where her white neck and fine clavicle are exposed, the * light on her chest is more visible when bowing, and the high fork below reveals her thighs with a slight swing.

Adrian took her into her arms and pushed her back onto the floor glass bed, reaching into her chest and kneading. Guiko hummed softly, her eyes half-opened, because of Adrian's means, she grew more enthusiastic after her initial anxiety and shyness, especially the look of hoping that the other party could further violate herself as if she were born, no wonder she always played a vulnerable group in the Japanese drama.

In front of her, she was so obedient. Looking back at the way she had dressed up as "Tell Me You Love Me" before, Adrian couldn't help but sigh once again. Sonny's guys really tickled his itch. The idea of not having a relationship had to be rebuffed in a few days. From this point on, their ability to gather intelligence was really not built.

This is how the Japanese always get the best detail, but they don't have a big picture. The most typical example is waving a cheque to the United States in the 1980s to buy it. Even if the Americans wanted to kill a pig, it would take a lot of thought and not kill it so quickly. As a result, a piece of the Square Agreement directly set them back for 10 years.

Quite frankly, after a few days of playing Roundtable Precious, Adrian really wanted to taste Shizuka Fujito, Rie Miyazawa, or Fumiko Sakai. Although many things will pop up later, he can still taste them now. But the question is, naturally, it doesn't matter how much of the other party's benefits you get. Now, it doesn't matter if you give Sony a little benefit. If the surprise falls into his pocket, Sony Columbia's last chance to cheer up is gone, so it's okay to take the chandelier.

But if you really enjoyed those * * titled "National Idol" in Japan, such as Mie Nakayama, or a few years from now, how can you not give them something good? Of course, if Adrian's face is thicker and darker, how to pit them after eating and wiping them dry, they can do whatever they want, but there may not be anything on the bright surface. After all, the American pit's own dog is a natural and earthly thing, at best in exchange for Sony's hostility, but behind it must be pointed out by many people, the original halo will also be affected, so this kind of injurious thing is still done less wonderfully.

Soon, his considerations proved to be correct, and his enthusiasm grew when Sugiki called to show his attitude. He was then invited to taste the most prestigious dish in Japan in the si restaurant, yes, the feminine body, and this way of eating the dish on * * young girls is probably only possible for the Japanese to come up with.

If it's just a * * girl's body to serve food, but if the girl's name is Yukie, it's different.

To be honest, Adrian was slightly surprised when he saw the face of the * * girl lying on the table with her eyes closed. Like Nobuko Changba, he had seen Yukie, who was still very young when he visited those companies before. Although he was unfamiliar with the Japanese entertainment industry, he still had an impression of the Japanese drama queens of the 1990s and early 21st century.

I didn't expect a glimpse of interest like that without even asking for a name, but the accompanying guy saw it in his eyes, and then after getting the answer he wanted, he pushed it out in this way, and I had to say they were very clever.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Fujisawa. Tonight really opened my eyes.” When he left after dinner, Adrian said so to Tefusawa, who invited him over.

“It's an honor to have a seat with a young Junjie like Mr. Adrian," said Fujisawa, a senior Sony cadre who looks almost fifty, "I hope you enjoy dinner tonight. ”

His music had a strong accent, and Adrian wanted to understand a lot if it wasn't translated by Sugiki.

“It did impress me and gave me a better understanding of Japanese culture, thank you again.” Adrian Security smiled, to be honest, he didn't eat much of this dinner. If it was private one-on-one, he wouldn't mind the big pleasure, but a few people would sit around like this... and move a few chopsticks from time to time, mostly out of courtesy and hunting curiosity.

“Then I won't be talking much. Have a nice evening.” They laughed deeply and got into their car.

Without waiting for Adrian to come back, Sugi's words caught his attention: "Mr. Adrian, we've had a preliminary conversation with each other, and he wants to see you. ”

“Meet me?” Adrian picked the eyebrows with some surprise.

“Yes, Mr. Suzuki wants to talk to you,” Sugiki nodded, still smiling modestly, "please understand the love of an author for his work, and this novel is one of our cultural treasures. ”

One of the cultural treasures? Adrian laughed softly in his heart, but didn't show up on the surface: "No problem, you can arrange it now, I won't have much time in Japan. ”

“Hi.” Summertown nodded.

Want a price all the time? Not necessarily, based on their performance tonight, they've all got his word, definitely won't do this kind of snake addition, that is to show credit... on the way back to the hotel Adrian was thinking about what Sugi meant. Finally, he shook his head and threw it aside, even if he couldn't get his hands on it.

“Guido, are you there?” Back in the hotel suite, Adrian screamed a few voices and no one was there, and it seemed that the chandelier was not here.

Probably out shopping. Adrian didn't care either, so he took some pastries from the cupboard and tasted them. Although he has taken her with him everywhere these past few days, after all, women are different. This kind of man's party is not for women to attend, so Nobuko was left in the hotel today.

After a short break, I thought about something again, and it was almost ten o'clock, but you haven't come back yet. Adrian couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows before waiting for him to make a move, and suddenly the knock rang.

“Who is it?” he asked, curing, unanswered, knocking again after a few seconds.

Adrian raised her eyebrows and was about to say no, but then realized something. She stepped to the door and glanced at the cat's eye, and an unknown smile slipped through the corner of her mouth.

“Can I help you, miss?” He opened the door and looked with interest at the girl in front of him, with long, dark, waterfall-like hair, dressed in blue and white sailor's clothes. That's right, it's the kind of female uniform in the Japanese school, which makes her look particularly innocent.

After a brief panic, the girl outside made a 90-degree bow after biting her lower lip: “Hello, Mr. Adrian, my name is Yuki, I'm... I was... just..."

Her English is not fluent, but at least she doesn't have those accents, but here she stutters and her innocent face turns red.

That was the "garment," wasn't it? Adrian answered in her heart, no wonder that Changchaiko is not in the room, turns out there is a new show tonight, she obviously told Sugi and them about his little hobby, otherwise the companion Yukie wouldn't be dressed up like this here.

“Come on in.” He said to move away from his body.

Seeing that Adrian had not let her say that word, Ji Hui relieved himself slightly and buried his head in the room.

“So, what can I do for you?” After pouring the glass of water into the girl's hand, Adrian asked.

The other person's body then became stiff, holding a cup of water over his thigh, and his head lay even stronger. Adrian couldn't help but smile and deliberately mention what happened: "Sorry, I almost didn't recognize you when you put on your clothes. I'm sorry to be rude before, but, you know, as a Westerner, I rarely use chopsticks, which is good, but in this case, it's inevitable that it's in the wrong place. ”

Though his companion Ji Hui lay on his head, he could still see the red to neck fainting. Instead, she calmed down, and when Adrian had finished, the girl looked up at him and got up and knelt down in front of him and lay her whole body down: "I am here to serve you, Mr. Adrian. ”

Also... really direct. Adrian picked the eyebrows, but since it's all happening, Fujisawa had a good night. There's no reason to push him out, is there?

And when he remembered some images from his previous meal, he sat down in bed and said, "Well, what can you do? ” ——

“Because the culture of terror in Japan, or in East Asia as a whole, is different from that in the United States and Europe, Mr. Suzuki. For Asians, the kind of suspicious ghost, as if danger could emerge from unknown corners at any time, the more intimidating horror films in their hearts are horrible; and for the European and American audience, monsters eat flesh and blood and fly the most horrible scene, and they do not have the patience to be tortured by danger without appearing.” Sitting in the cafe compartment, Adrian said to a slightly fat middle-aged Japanese man, next to Takuya Sugi and Sam? Wood.

This is not a middle-aged man who can hear God, but the author of Midnight Violent Bells with the “Pyramid of Terror Novels", Adrian Hikari Suzuki, wants exactly the copyright to Midnight Violent Bells. Suppressed by Hollywood, Japanese films have never been popular in the country, and Midnight Violent Bells and Curses are probably the only internationally renowned works they've ever had, and are based on American recapitulation.

All Adrian had to do was save the rehearsal and tell the Japanese that without him to make a movie, they couldn't even get on the stage.

“So Mr. Adrian thinks that when the audience gets used to or even tired of a style, suddenly changing the style makes them very interesting, and that's why they want to sell my right to adapt, right?” After Adrian finished his remarks, Mitsuji Suzuki quickly added.

“Yes.” Adrian nodded in approval, “Though, so I've been paying attention to this, I've visited shrines in many parts of Japan, heard many related ghost stories, and even had a general idea in mind, but I'm not Japanese, and I can't write that smell. ”

He made a gesture to Sam, who then took several pieces out of his briefcase and handed them to Suzuki.

“I hope to find a Japanese writer who can write this idea, novel or script.” Adrian said so.

After Suzuki picked it up, he took a quick look at it, and I had an unexpected look: “Is this really Mr. Adrian's idea? It's incredible.”

“It's just an idea, a lot of things are essentially the same, but it's not that easy to get it done.” Adrian laughed.

“You are too modest, and it's amazing how a foreigner like you can understand so much.” Suzuki exclaimed, handing over the manuscript to Sugiki.

Praise and admiration, he didn't show much interest, after all, he was essentially a science fiction novelist, as can be seen from the so-called scientific explanation in Midnight Murder Bell, so definitely wouldn't care about this pure ghost story.

“I'm glad to be seen by your miracle director, it's just...” Suzuki is now silent, “but isn't the 10-year deadline a little too long? ”

“Because they're not tired yet, even they'll never get tired of it," Adrian said softly, "after all, some ideas are deeply rooted, a little breeze is always just a little breeze, so it's coming out when people need it the most, and now is not the best time. ”