Chapter 155 Stereotypes of Westerners



Where is Lin Yibin now?

"Have you come to Hollywood?"

Cao Kun then called his agent, Crowley. After all, why not use an agent?

“Crowley, can you find me another person? His name is Lin Yibin, he’s of Chinese descent, and he’s a director.”

Crowley: "Damn, I'm your actor agent. You've come to me with this kind of production stuff, shouldn't you give me some compensation?"

Cao Kun: "If you don't want to do it, I can find another agent."

"Fine, I owe you." Crowley agreed.

It didn't even take ten minutes before Crowley called back: "I found out, he made a movie with someone the year before last, something like 'The Strange Flower in the Sea of ​​People'."

I'm currently doing some assistant directing work.

I've already gotten your contact information for you; please write down the number.

Cao Kun: "You don't need to give it to me. Just contact him directly and arrange a time for me to meet him."

Crowley: "Damn, can you sign your producer agency contract with me too?"

Cao Kun: "Nobody asked me to be a producer. These are all my own projects. Signing you up wouldn't be pointless."

Crowley: "If you're a producer without an agent, you won't get the producer's money, and you won't be able to overstate your costs. When negotiating with distributors, you'll have less leverage."

Cao Kun thought about it and agreed: "You win."

Crowley was overjoyed: "I'll contact Lin Yibin right now, and I'll sign a producer agency contract with you later."

"Damn it, they're all money-grubbing bastards," Cao Kun cursed, then hung up the phone.

Lin Yibin, who is 28 years old this year, is not considered young, strictly speaking.

But compared to European and American men of the same age, he still looks somewhat immature.

I was 26 years old when I finally got the chance to make my debut film, and it was a collaboration with someone else.

My first work, I haven't had the chance to make it yet.

Therefore, he seemed a little nervous when he saw Cao Kun, a big producer who had already proven his abilities.

In this respect, David Ayer, whose resume is similar to his, is much better.

This is closely related to the experiences and treatment that Chinese and white people have received since childhood.

Cao Kun didn't exchange pleasantries or try to appease him; he simply handed him the synopsis of "Fast & Furious": "What do you think of this synopsis?"

Lin Yibin read through the several pages quickly, skimming the text.

Then, he composed himself and said, "It's a very good idea, even though the story is cliché."

However, the addition of racing cars and beautiful women can really stimulate the adrenaline of male viewers.

This already possesses the biggest selling point.

A film's biggest fear is lacking a selling point, and that idea already exists.

Cao Kun nodded in agreement. Although Lin Yibin was still a complete novice, his views on Hollywood movies were already quite insightful.

He asked, "Are you interested in this kind of subject matter?"

Lin Yibin gave a wry smile: "With my current qualifications, I have no choice at all."

I'll be interested in any subject matter given to me.

However, I am genuinely interested in racing-related topics, and this is definitely not a perfunctory statement.

Cao Kun didn't care whether he was genuinely interested or just pretending.

As long as the movie is well made, that's fine.

Cao Kun: "I'll give you a chance. Contact screenwriter David Ayer and learn more about this story."

Then, you provide me with an analysis of the film and your shooting plan.

If it's feasible, I'll let you direct this.

No, you'll have wasted your time.

You choose.

"No need to choose." Lin Yibin agreed without hesitation, somewhat excitedly, "I'll do it."

Cao Kun took a napkin, wrote down David Ayer's number, and then pushed it, along with his own business card, in front of Lin Yibin: "When it's ready, call me."

Two days later, Cao Kun didn't receive a call from Lin Yibin, but instead received a call from Sivis.

Sivis said jokingly, "Master Cao Kun, I heard that you snatched a project from us."

Cao Kun: "Don't put it so harshly. What do you mean by 'stealing'? That's what your Global Times didn't want."

Sivis didn't care: "It's nothing to steal. That's how it is in Hollywood. You steal from me, I steal from you. It's normal."

Does Master Cao Kun have a positive outlook on this project?

Cao Kun: "More or less."

Sivis: "I just took a look at this project, and the investment won't be low; it'll probably cost at least tens of millions."

Is Master Cao Kun planning to make an independent film?

Cao Kun immediately understood what the other party meant: "You want to invest?"

Sivis: "Talking to Master Cao Kun is so convenient."

Cao Kun: "Didn't you guys not have a good opinion of this project?"

Sivis: "We weren't optimistic before, but now that Master Cao Kun has made a decision, we can too."

Cao Kun was speechless for a moment.

But that's just how Hollywood is.

Always chase after successful people.

"Investment is out of the question, but if the conditions are right, we can let you issue it."

Cao Kun currently doesn't have enough money to make this film.

But doesn't he have Sofia, this little rich woman, behind him?

No, not just a little rich woman, she's a super rich woman.

It's big in all aspects.

No, I'll just borrow some from her. At worst, I'll have to work hard and till the fields for a few days. It won't kill me.

Sivis, undeterred, said, "Master Cao Kun, movies are very risky."

Our most common approach is to partner with multiple companies to share the risk.

Even if we lose money, it won't be a financial disaster.

Cao Kun: "No need, I can afford to lose money."

Since Cao Kun had already said so much, Sivis couldn't say anything more: "Then I wish Master Cao Kun a smooth filming process, and I look forward to seeing the finished film as soon as possible."

Two days later, Cao Kun still hadn't received a call from Lin Yibin, but instead received another call.

"Excuse me, are you Master Cao Kun?"

A woman's voice with a slight accent came from the phone.

"I am Cao Kun." Cao Kun felt that the accent sounded a bit like the pronunciation of Chinese people.

Upon hearing Cao Kun identify himself, the person on the other end immediately smiled and said, "Hello, Master Cao Kun. I am Bai Ling. I heard you are of Chinese descent, and so am I."

"Bai Ling?"

Cao Kun thought about the name for a moment, and it seemed to ring a bell.

After thinking about it carefully, he remembered.

It's like a perfectly normal person who, after coming to the US, starts acting strangely in order to cater to Western aesthetics.

Not only has her clothing style become bolder, but she has also had her eyes surgically altered to resemble the squinty eyes that Westerners associate with Chinese people.

She even got a mole tattooed on her face.

She felt that Westerners thought that was beautiful.

But in reality, that's a stereotype that Westerners have about Chinese people.

Westerners think that all Chinese people look the same.

But deep down, they never thought that kind of Chinese people were beautiful.

Later, a female celebrity surnamed F proved this point on the red carpet.

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