The entire opera house looks very retro, but...
These were all rebuilt after the war. During the war, this place was almost razed to the ground.
Most of the private rooms here are reserved for a long time by wealthy Italian businessmen or aristocrats, who can also decorate their own rooms.
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Sylvie Guillem was going to take Alan backstage, but Alan didn't want to go.
Most of the people behind were ladies. If Sylvie Guillem didn’t understand, how could Alan not understand?
Is this something a noble should do?
Going to other people's backstage only causes trouble.
Not suitable!
…
The private room we booked today is on the second floor. The location is not particularly good. It is one of the only few "unowned" private rooms. This is to prevent the embarrassing situation of having no place to sit if any distinguished guests come suddenly.
There are only six seats in the whole private room, and the decoration...
It’s hard to describe it in a few words. It can be said to be magnificent, but in Allen’s opinion, it is full of nouveau riche air and not real at all!
In particular, his private room was diagonally opposite the "Emperor's Private Room" in the distance.
It was a very ironic private room, decorated even more magnificently, and was the exclusive room for the King of Italy.
But……
After the war, the Italian royal family was expelled from Italy, and all members of the Italian royal family were banned from entering the country.
This so-called "Emperor's Private Room" was also built after the war.
Isn’t it ironic?
The king was driven away, and a special room was built for him.
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Listening to Sylvie Guillem's story, Alan curled his lips. Italy is so damn hypocritical.
There is still some time before the show starts, but the more than 3,000 seats are almost full.
The entire opera house was packed with people, and those with claustrophobia couldn't watch this scene at all.
Leaning back on the sofa, Alan came here this time as a tourist, and he did not report it specially. Theoretically, except for the customs, as long as he did not say it, no one would know that he was a nobleman, so Alan seemed very casual.
He put his feet up on the coffee table, pulled Sylvie Guillem to sit on his lap, and helped her check whether she had lost weight again and whether she was in good health since they hadn't seen each other for a while.
Sylvie Guillem was hugged by Alan, and her breathing was a little rapid.
She's not usually like this. It's been a while since she last saw him...
It is said that a short separation is better than a new marriage. It has been more than a month since we last met. The last time...
The last time was in a Spanish hotel.
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"Be gentle."
Sylvie Guillem's voice was like the hum of a mosquito. She was very brave when she was outside just now, but now that things have happened, she seems a little timid. The main reason is that there are several tall and strong bodyguards watching her from behind, and she is not used to this.
"You were the one who shouted first. I'm serious, but you're saying no. Do you want it or not?"
Alan couldn't stand this tone the most. If the other party was always shy, he would just follow suit and show his gentlemanly manners gently and gently.
But if the other party took the initiative to seduce him, he would not want to pretend. They were all acquaintances. He still remembered that Sylvie Guillem was the girl he dated the most among his friends!
She is considered a master in the field of poses, there is nothing she can't do!
Take the technical route.
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Seeing Sylvie Guillem blushing and looking behind her with some concern, Alan finally realized that there was a bodyguard behind her.
His movements became much more honest. He called over a bodyguard who was closest to him and said, "I want to have a private conversation with Ms. Xiwei. You guys go wait for me outside for a while."
The bodyguard looked at Allen's eyes and smiled. He and Allen were comrades from different classes and both were retired veterans. They were recruited by Allen to be bodyguards and the salary they received was not low. Now Allen no longer treated them as outsiders. That's all.
The bodyguard glanced at Sylvie Guillen, who was curled up in Alan's arms, and turned around to take out a small blanket from the disinfection cabinet and said, "Sir... the air conditioner is quite high in here. Wrap yourself in the blanket and don't catch a cold. I'll help you check the window again."
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The bodyguard pointed outside the window and said, "When watching an opera, some people would bring a telescope to see more clearly!"
this……
If someone on the other side sees you, it will be a disgrace to your reputation!
The bodyguard didn't even wait for Alan's consent. He called a few bodyguards over, took a bracket, blocked the window, and took out a few blankets and hung them on the bracket, completely closing the viewing window of the box to the side closest to Alan.
It was blocked tightly.
After doing all this, he saluted Alan with his chest touched, and smiled and winked.
"Ha ha!"
Alan waved his hand. These bodyguards were sensible. He would give them a raise when he returned!
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The performance started at 4:30 and lasted until 6:00, when Alan called in the bodyguard who had been waiting outside the door.
As the tactful bodyguard entered the private room, he sniffed subconsciously, and a strong fishy smell filled the entire room.
Several blankets were piled on the ground, with large water stains on them.
Sir Alan was slumped on the sofa, his clothes were not in disarray. Ms. Sylvie Guillem gently put one leg on the ground and knelt on the armrest of the sofa with the other leg, gently rubbing Sir Alan's temple.
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Alan was no longer in the mood to watch the performance in the theater; he felt a little tired.
This was his first time trying to maneuver and study the force-generating techniques in a very small space, such as a single sofa.
Fortunately, it was Sylvie Guillem.
If it were someone else today, the research would definitely not be so thorough. Sylvie Guillem is so soft!
She could curl up into a ball and hang on Alan.
Even so, it doesn't affect her movements.
That’s the benefit of having technology!
He twisted his neck, and the little hand that was pressing on his temple moved to his neck immediately and massaged Alan's neck. While changing hands, he stuffed a grape into Alan's mouth.
When I thought about the fact that we had originally planned to study the topic together in the evening after watching the performance, but now we haven’t watched the performance yet and have already studied half of the topic, we have to continue studying it in the evening.
For a moment, Alan felt guilty.
Ballet dancers have great stamina!
If Monica was like this at any other time, she would have collapsed long ago. But Sylvie Guillem was like this. After finishing her research, she could even give her a massage. This woman must be aiming for something big!
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After spending a night in Italy, Alan took the nearest flight back to Wales at nine o'clock the next morning.
Alan, who had just got off the plane, even felt a little weak in the knees when he saw Huth for the first time.
"Master...what's wrong with you? Aren't you here to watch a show?"
"What bad luck! The French are so awesome!"
Alan threw down a sentence and got into the car without giving Hut time to think.
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Yesterday afternoon, it was fine at the opera house because of the limited space and Master Allen did not take off his armor, but it was not the case when we returned to the hotel in the evening.
As soon as he took off his armor, the scar on his back was seen by Sylvie Guillem.
Although most of the two large patches of dense scratches had scabbed over, it was still obvious that they were fresh injuries. Seeing this, Sylvie Guillem felt a little jealous.
as a result of……
The consequence is that Alan feels that his body is hollowed out...
How many years has it been since he felt this way?
I feel like I need to ask Master Zong to research some dietary supplements this time so that I can quickly replenish my body and avoid getting any illness or something.
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On the way home, Hu Te looked at his young master's tired face, thought for a moment and said, "The Japanese have already started investigating the film and television company's information."
"Um……"
"We have done a perfect job in the procedures and venues, so there won't be any problems with the documents."
Afraid that Alan would worry, Hut spoke first.
"Um……"
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Alan moved closer to the car door, leaned against the window, and stared at the scenery outside the car in a daze.
As expected, Sony's acquisition target in the United States is Columbia Pictures.
It’s the one with a goddess holding a torch, wearing cool clothes, standing there with a smile on her face.
They and MGM are considered the oldest film companies in the United States.
It has departments such as production studios, distribution companies, etc.
The biggest benefit is that they hold the copyrights of more than 4,000 films.
Sounds intimidating!
…
But Allen now holds the copyrights to nearly two thousand movies.
They are all rubbish movies, who doesn’t have them?
Some of the movies can be traced back to the First World War. The copyrights to such junk movies can be bought for a few hundred pounds at the lowest, and the most expensive is just over ten thousand pounds, and they account for a very small proportion.
If you must compare the two.
Columbia owns the studio, and so does Allen.
The American-style town he built can also be considered a studio.
The crew members are the studio employees.
Columbia Pictures has a videotape production line, and Allen also has one. Although the scale is not as large as the other, it's still there!
He has enough.
…
In terms of influence, Columbia Pictures is one of the few major film and television companies in Hollywood, but 21st Century Fox also covers a wide area.
Regardless of the size of the subsidiaries, there are fancy offices and film and television productions everywhere.
These scattered subsidiaries are spread throughout the Commonwealth countries.
I guess we're all about the same in theory.
…
in addition……
And the most important point is that Columbia Pictures is now in the hands of Coca-Cola.
And 21st Century Fox Pictures is in Allen's hands.
Sony is going to acquire Columbia Pictures in a full acquisition, which means buying the entire Columbia Pictures in one go.
But it's different on Allen's side. They only need to buy half. This is a partnership business.
The meaning is different.
Compared to Americans, if there is no choice, Sony people will of course prefer Americans, after all, it is a Hollywood film and television company.
But there are extra options, the other party is a count, and his influence seems to be considerable, and most importantly, the prospects look good.
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According to what Allen's men have found out, the market value of Columbia Pictures is no more than 10 billion US dollars.
But this is calculated based on the current stock price. If the Japanese really want to buy them all at once, the people from Coca-Cola will cheat him out of several times the price. Alan wrote his own name backwards!
Although I don't remember how much Sony ultimately spent on its acquisition of Columbia Pictures.
But Alan judged others by his own experience. If the people at Coca-Cola asked for a huge price and doubled the price, wouldn't that be reasonable?
Two billion US dollars, plus the debt of Columbia Pictures.
In the past few years, this company suffered heavy losses. If not, they would not have been taken over by Coca-Cola.
Adding all these factors together, the price has reached about 30 to 40 billion US dollars.
As for Allen's film and television company, if half of the shares were cut, it would only be worth 1.8 billion pounds.
Although it is not a small amount when converted into US dollars, compared with Columbia Pictures, it seems very cost-effective and sincere.
They are all cheating people. If Coca-Cola can cheat, why can't I, Master Allen, cheat?
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With Sony's financial resources, if they really care about influence and want to build their reputation, they can simply acquire Allen's film and television company and then turn around and acquire Columbia Pictures.
Anyway, although the influence of the two companies overlaps, their combined influence is even greater.
Sony has the financial resources!
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At present, these investigations are formal procedures. Alan is not afraid of investigation at all. These things of his are not fake, they are all real, just that the prices are inflated by a little bit.
This is what those who simply bully Sony don't understand.
Different trades require different skills. If you want to enter a new industry, how can you do so without paying some tuition fees?
How can I better gain the friendship of Mr. Allen if I don't pay tuition?
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After a forty-minute drive, Alan recovered a little.
When he got off the car, he looked normal again. Sony's acquisition team had been staying in the manor for the past few days, but Alan had not shown up since the first day when he accompanied Kubo Tanaka to watch a rough cut of the new movie.
He had to act as if he didn't care much. He didn't really understand the operations involved, so he just left it to the professionals under him. If they did a good job, he would be rewarded, and if they didn't, he would be punished!
It's that simple.
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"Master, I'm back!"
Old Carl came to Alan's study in the evening, accompanied by the maid who delivered meals.
Alan nodded, glanced at Old Carl, sniffed, and the smell of pepper filled the entire study.
"What is this?"
The maid pushed the dining cart closer, first placed a small alcohol stove on Allen's desk, then brought a small casserole to Allen, opened the lid and said, "Master, didn't you ask Master Zong to make you some medical meal? This is it."
What medical meals? These stupid foreigners know nothing about food supplements. They only know how to eat mummies.
Alan waved his hand with disgust to drive the maid away, picked up the spoon, looked at old Carl and motioned for him to sit down first.
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"Master, are you injured?"
Old Carl was quite alert and frowned when he heard the maid say the word "medical meal".
"Ahem... I'm not injured. This is called... Forget it. You won't understand even if I tell you."
Alan lowered his head and looked at the plate-sized stewed turtle in the small pot. This thing should be called a tonic soup, right?
His little pet, Xiao Huang, might have smelled the smell, so he also stood up with his wings spread and moved closer to the pot.
Alan quickly grabbed the little thing. He just wanted to eat an old turtle and didn't want to eat Farewell My Concubine. Besides, this little owl didn't have much meat on its body.
After taking two sips of the soup, he covered the pot and let the soup simmer for a while. Allen then took out the information sent by Old Carl from the table with one hand, pointed at the information and said, "I took a quick look. What's the situation?"
"Master... didn't you ask me to find out about the families behind Oscar and Hollywood? I found out some information, but it's not optimistic. It's all..."
At this point, old Carl made a gesture, made an OK sign with his left hand, put his right index finger into the O on his left hand, and pulled it outwards.
"Jew?"