Chapter 1111. Press him down

Swoosh!

With one swing, the golf ball took off.

Eric looked at the white track going away and gradually lost his target.

Steven Spielberg looked at him and smiled: "Eric, it seems that your golf skills need to be improved."

Eric shrugged. Of course he didn't know how to play golf. Although he had been promoted to assistant director in his previous life, assistant director was nothing.

It was not the case that someone would invite him to play golf. Usually, they would just invite him to dinner and karaoke, or go to a bar or sauna. Golf was still a bit too high-end for him at that time.

Finally, in front of everyone's surprised eyes, Eric used 183 strokes and finally pushed the damn ball into the hole.

"I have to say, getting into this hole is much more difficult than getting into the bed."

Eric's complaint immediately caused everyone to laugh.

Dad handed over a bottle of water and said, "Son, maybe you should come to the court more often, play more of this kind of ball and less of that kind of ball, then your mother will be more relieved."

Everyone laughed again.

Fortunately, this happened in America. If this happened in China, they would be criticized by netizens and labeled as sleazy and wretched.

"By the way, Eric, is it true that you and Nicole Kidman had a relationship?" Jeffrey Katzenberg asked curiously.

"What! You believe this too, Jeffrey? It's slander, reporting trashy gossip. These gossip newspapers are the most eye-catching, and eyeballs equal sales."

"So 'La Vie en Rose' really happened? What kind of movie is it? An art film or a commercial film?" Spielberg asked.

"It's an art film. It's a very standard art film."

"Does that mean MGM and Nicole Kidman are going to win another award with this movie?"

"Yes, you can understand it that way."

"When is the release date planned? This year or next year?"

Eric shook his head slightly: "Not sure yet, the script is still in the revision and improvement stage. If the filming goes well, it would be nice to catch up with the Christmas season."

Spielberg laughed and said, "I suggest putting it in the Christmas season."

"Why?" Cooper and his son looked at the old man with glasses.

"Because Steven is currently producing The Terminal, which is scheduled to be released in June next year, if La Vie en Rose is also released next year, I'm afraid we will be competitors at the Oscars," David Geffen explained.

Eric suddenly realized: "Tom Hanks is starring, right? Then I have to avoid you two old partners. He is the first person to win the Oscar for Best Actor for "Philadelphia" and "Forrest Gump". I'm afraid there will never be another actor like him in the future."

"But you can fight for Nicole Kidman, for example, by letting her win the Best Actress award for two consecutive years."

"Steven, you just want me to release the movie this year, right? Okay, I'll do my best. By the way, I remember your birthday is in December."

Spielberg nodded: "December 18th, what's wrong?"

"Then I've decided. La Vie en Rose will be released on December 18th. This is my birthday present to you."

"No problem, if La Vie en Rose is really released on December 18, I will promote it for free and book out the theater."

"Count me in."

"And me."

"Wait, that doesn't seem right. I feel like you've tricked me. Even if there's no La Vie en Rose, MGM will have other movies next year."

Hahahaha In the lounge, several people were sitting or lying down, and five masters were massaging them vigorously.

These are certainly not projects from other golf courses. They are experts Eric specially invited from Chinatown. The half-white-haired old man who is giving my father a massage is almost 60 years old.

The others are all his apprentices. The youngest is a Chinese woman in her twenties, who is a little plump. She should be in good shape if she loses weight.

"OH!"

“OMG!”

"OH!"

The lounge was filled with the howling of several old men. Spielberg's left arm was bent half a circle around his neck, and the world's number one box office director was wailing in pain.

"Relax, relax, don't resist hard, your muscles are too stiff. After the massage is finished, you will feel comfortable soon."

Click "Ah"

As the master said this, he twisted it hard, and there was a sound of bones shifting in Spielberg's cervical vertebrae.

Geffen and Katzenberg were the same. The Hollywood bigwigs and the emperors of the singing circle were all defeated by the attack of massage and foot reflexology.

Especially since this is the first time they have had such an experience in decades, the sour and refreshing feeling is enough to make them feel like they are in ecstasy.

At this moment, my father was lying on a recliner, gasping for breath. His face was flushed and he looked constipated.

"Doctor, I thought you were the oldest and had the least strength, but it seems I was wrong!"

David Geffen gently rubbed his chest: "Why? Why do we have to pay when we are obviously suffering!"

"That's my question, too!" Jeffrey Katzenberg tried his best to endure . Eric also frowned: "David, isn't this just like those busy working people? They obviously do the hardest work, but they have to give most of the value they create to people like us. If you think this way, you won't feel bad."

In an instant, the four old men looked at him together, feeling that what he said made a lot of sense.

David Geffen said with some emotion: "Eric, although some people dare not say it to my face, I know they call me a vampire behind my back. However, after listening to your speech, I suddenly realized that vampire may be a compliment."

"Thank you for the compliment! Master, attack my kidney reflex zone!"

An hour later, the massage finally ended and the five of them collapsed on the recliners together.

"How do you feel? Are you satisfied with the special service I arranged?"

Spielberg twisted his neck and said, "It's a very strange experience. I felt like my neck was going to break, but now it feels surprisingly comfortable."

"Yes, it seems that the fatigue from a long time has been released, and the acid in the body has been discharged."

"I feel the same way, especially on the soles of my feet. The original soreness is gone, and now I feel light all over my body."

"It's like when you were young and had sandbags tied to your legs for a long time, and then you suddenly took them off and felt the same way."

Dad smiled with satisfaction: "Eric, you should have recommended this to me earlier. I will have this kind of massage once a week in the future. Compared with the old master just now, the chicks who massaged me before are nothing."

"Charlie, the question is, do those chicks just give you a massage? Aren't there any other services included?"

Hahahaha "Jeffrey, how's the progress of Frozen?" Eric asked.

"The modeling of Elsa and Anna has been basically completed, including their clothes, shoes, and various different looks. The looks of other characters in the script you provided are not as detailed as theirs, and the designs are still being perfected."

"There are also scenes for the Kingdom of Arendelle. In short, this is a very complex process, more complex and exquisite than Shrek the Monsters. According to my plan, it will take at least four months to complete, and this is the most conservative estimate."

"In fact, it can be done so quickly because you have provided a fairly complete character composition. Otherwise, according to experience, it will probably take eight months or even longer."

"Steven, do you remember how many scraps there were for Shrek the Monsters?"

Spielberg recalled and said slowly: "I can't remember clearly, but it was at least half a room. Animated films are much more time-consuming and labor-intensive than live-action films."

As a practitioner, Eric also understands how difficult it is to produce a high-quality animated feature film, so he gave "Frozen" a psychological cycle of two years.

It would be best if it could be released in the summer of next year. If not, the Christmas time slot would also be good. If it really can't even make it in the Christmas time slot, then it can only be released in the summer of 2005.

As for other release dates, that would only waste the box office potential of "Frozen".

After learning about the progress of Frozen, Eric decided to reveal his true purpose.

“David, besides movies, I remember DreamWorks also has a music department, right?”

David Geffen looked at him and nodded slightly: "Yes, I am mainly responsible for the music section. This is the area I am best at."

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"Then I want to release a single, is that okay?"

David Geffen was a little surprised: "Eric, can you sing?"

"It's not me, I'm doing a favor for a friend."

"No problem. I also like to support newcomers. As long as the song is good enough, I can help him become a top singer."

"It's not a new artist, it's Michael Jackson. His situation has been bad recently. Sony refuses to release a single for him. I plan to help him."

When David Geffen heard that the singer was Michael Dunk, he stopped talking and his face turned cold.

"Michael Jackson, it turns out to be him, so there might be some problems."

"Why? Is there any grudge between you two?"

But David Geffen, like Michael Dunk, remained silent.

“Eric, if it were anyone else, all you need to do is say one word, but Jackson and I just don’t get along, so forget it.”

Eric looked at Spielberg and Katzenberg. They both had confused and surprised expressions, and it seemed that they were not aware of the inside story either.

I'm afraid only Michael Jordan and David Geffen know what exactly happened.

The atmosphere was a little cold. Spielberg smiled and said, "We can talk about it later. Just relax today. It won't be too late to talk about work later."

But who would take such talk seriously? If we can't reach an agreement today, there's no point in discussing it in the future.

Eric stood up from the recliner: "David, how about coming out and chatting?"

David Geffen frowned, and it was obvious that he didn't want to go, but he followed them out anyway.

In the lounge, Katzenberg looked at his father: "Charlie, what happened to Eric? Is he familiar with Michael Jackson?"

Dad shook his head: "I don't know either. The division of labor at MGM is very clear. Eric is in charge of production. He doesn't need to report everything he thinks and does to me."

"Eric can talk to David about whatever he wants, and we won't have to worry about it. I believe they will reach a satisfactory result."

Charlie Cooper didn't want to say, and Katzenberg and Spielberg didn't ask any more questions. They and David Geffen were just partners.

Since we are all partners, don't get involved.

More than ten minutes later, the two returned to the lounge, looking normal. It seemed that they had said everything, yet it also seemed that they had said nothing.

The others looked at their noses with their eyes, their mouths with their mouths, and their hearts with their mouths, and pretended that nothing had happened.

In the evening, the Coopers and their sons and the three giants of DreamWorks waved goodbye and left.

Eric and David Geffen were still talking and laughing, and no one could tell anything.

In the car, Eric called MJ.

"Michael, I've already talked to DreamWorks. Once you're ready, you can release the single."

"Really?" Michael's voice was obviously surprised.

“But David Geffen.”

"Don't worry, I've got him, but this is just one chance. DreamWorks will only release the single "Rolling in the Deep" for you. There will be no follow-up cooperation, but I believe in your ability."

"OMG! What on earth happened? How on earth did you convince David Geffen? He's such a proud man!"

"Haha. Everyone has a weak spot, and MGM holds DreamWorks's weak spot. I don't know what the feud between you is, but even if David Geffen doesn't want to, I'm going to make him bow his head once!"

"Eric, thank you, thank you so much, I don't know what else to say."

"Then record the song. As long as "Rolling in the Deep" is successful, countless people will immediately jump out and compete to release your song. Even Sony will be no exception. Prove it to them, Mike!"

After hanging up the phone, his father looked at him and said, "Eric, do you think highly of Michael Jackson? He is a big trouble now and everyone wants to stay away from him."

"Everyone? I don't think so. Besides me, there are still people who speak up for him."

"Dad, I know you are confused. Let me tell you a story. It is a story I learned during my few days in China."

"The story is quite old, from more than 2,000 years ago."

Dad frowned and said, "The last time we visited the Forbidden City was hundreds of years ago, and this story happened two thousand years ago. This country is really scary old."

"Yes, it is ancient and full of wisdom. The story I am going to tell is also a story about a wise businessman. It is called Rare Goods are Valuable."

A few minutes later, Eric finished telling the story of Lu Buwei, and his father seemed to be thinking about something.

"Invest in the other party when they are in the most difficult time, and then get dozens or hundreds of times the profit. What you want to express is this. Am I understanding it correctly?"

Eric nodded: "That's right. For us, helping Michael Jackson doesn't take too much effort, but we can get a return far exceeding the investment. Why not do it?"

"Looking around the world, MJ is still firmly in the top tier. All he needs is a song, a song that will turn things around for him."

Dad sighed, "Well Eric, you always have plans, how can I help you?"

"Maybe. Do you know a reliable private detective?"

(End of this chapter)