"It's a good movie, but it's a pity..." Fatty Wei, who came out of the bathroom, looked at Bob with a regretful expression on his face.
"Yeah, what a pity..." Bob nodded and sighed.
He was in a very bad mood.
In fact, he was extremely eager to show the full version of the film to everyone and tell everyone that this film was not a bad one, and it could even become a classic.
But Bob was really helpless.
As the Chinese director said, this world is an impetuous world. Theaters only see immediate interests. They will use all means to pursue movies that are slightly in line with their interests and values, and they will abandon anything that is slightly inconsistent with their interests and values.
The three hours that the film can be shown in theaters are actually due to Gobia and his face.
but……
In three hours, what else can you see except a messy plot?
Bob turned off the movie with a slightly bitter look.
"Mr. Bob, actually, I came here this time really for this movie "America in 1900..." After seeing the bitter expression on Bob's face, Fatty Wei's mouth corners slightly curved, and then this curve turned into a deep sympathy and even stronger regret.
"Mr. Wei...what can you do? Forget it..." Bob looked up at Fatty Wei. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and then the hope dimmed inexplicably.
Hollywood is a vibrant land, but it is precisely because it is so vibrant that many new directors emerge one after another and many classic films are lined up one after another. In such an environment, "America 1900" really has little chance of survival, especially when the premiere reputation and the box office on the second day are so bad...
"Mr. Bob, Mr. Lu Yuan and I have always admired you. You are a legend in our hearts. Mr. Lu Yuan told me yesterday that he just couldn't bear to see such a legend come to a tragic end. This is definitely not the ending for you. You should have a perfect farewell in brilliance and glory. We really feel bad for you. We should have come together to see you..." Fatty Wei sat opposite Bob. He looked extremely solemn, and in his solemnity there was a hint of excitement that seemed inspiring.
as if……
The person who rushed into Lu Yuan’s office yesterday and excitedly said “We are going to kill the gods” was not him.
"Thank you, thank you... Then why didn't Mr. Lu Yuan..." Bob felt a little uncomfortable in his throat and his nose was sore.
There is no doubt that he was moved by Fatty Wei's words...
"Mr. Lu Yuan vowed this morning that he would never let the show "America 1900" end like this, so he went to Mr. Wilson to buy the broadcasting rights for "America 1900" early in the morning..."
"Broadcasting rights? This..."
"Mr. Bob, you should know that Mr. Lu Yuan owns a not-so-big cinema chain, right?"
"Yes, is he going to..." Bob's heart trembled when he heard this.
He thought of a very incredible and unlikely possibility.
"Yes! He wants to make America 1900 shine with his own glory. After we purchase the broadcasting rights, we will broadcast America 1900 in our own theaters as well as Mr. Lu Yuan and Mr. Zhang's theaters in China, in two parts!"
"Two parts, this is..."
"Yes! The six-hour version!"
"I...I..." Bob's body trembled. After hearing these words from Fatty Wei, he finally couldn't help but his eyes became cloudy.
"Mr. Bob, Hollywood is indeed a very impetuous place, but we are not! We have never been such a place. We have dreams and drive. At the same time, we don't want any classic, even a competitor's movie gem, to be tarnished!" Fatty Wei took a deep breath, his expression extremely serious and sincere, as if he wanted to take out his heart and put it in front of Bob so that Bob could see it.
"Thank you, thank you, I...I..." Bob didn't know what to say.
This morning, he was still in great despair and depression.
This afternoon, when the Chinese director stepped into his house, he was still very disgusted and even came over to mock him.
But now…
He suddenly realized that what he brought was light.
"Mr. Bob, you don't have to say anything and you don't have to thank us. This is what we should do. We are friends, aren't we?" When Fatty Wei saw Bob's expression, his heart was filled with joy, but his expression was extremely sincere, even more so than the best actor!
"Yes, we are friends!" Bob nodded and wiped his tears with a napkin.
"Mr. Bob, we'll be leaving first."
"ah?"
"Mr. Lu Yuan seems to be in some trouble."
"What's the trouble?"
"The discussion was not very pleasant. Wilson seemed to be asking for a high price of seven million US dollars..."
"ah?"
"Hmm? Mr. Lu Yuan just called me and said that he really bought it from Mr. Wilson for 7 million US dollars..."
"What!"
When Bob heard this, his eyes widened instantly.
…
It's late at night.
"Boss, is this thing really worth seven million dollars?"
"What do you think?"
"I... I don't know, but it's definitely not as valuable as Rocky. The total investment of Rocky is less than 7 million US dollars..."
"Haha, you'll know after you watch the whole movie. By the way, how is the preparation for Whiplash going?"
“We are already preparing.”
"good."
In the Hollywood office, Forrest hesitated for a moment, then took the copy of "America 1900" from Lu Yuan and left the office.
After he left, Fatty Wei walked into the company, exhausted.
"Ayuan..."
"How about it?"
"The plan went smoothly. Director Bob seemed very touched. At the same time, I mentioned the $7 million. Although it was a careless counter-espionage tactic, it seemed to be quite effective. He must have developed a strong interest in our company. From his words, I heard that although he might not be able to make a movie, he was very willing to come to our company to help with guidance..."
"Director Wei, have you brainwashed me again?"
"How is that possible? I have never been a brainwasher. I just told him about our ideas, dreams, and plans for the future. Is this brainwashing? No! It's not, not at all. Our company is not a pyramid scheme gang. We never brainwash people..." Fatty Wei looked at Lu Yuan very seriously, then sat down and refuted Lu Yuan's words.
"Oh, but, Director Wei, I suddenly realized that your words are quite inspiring. If it were during the war, you would definitely be a good propaganda tool..."
"Ahem, ahem, that is..." Fatty Wei made a cup of tea and took two sips. Then he frowned and looked at the tea.
"It's not expired. This is authentic West Lake Longjing..."
"Really... I've been drinking too much fake tea, and now I'm not used to drinking real tea..." Fatty Wei chuckled, and his smile was extremely bright. "By the way, Ayuan, I want to ask you for a script..."
"What script?"
"The scripts for Ip Man 2 and Once Upon a Time in China. Didn't we plan to shoot these two movies? Qian Zhong has been a bit busy lately..."
"Well, OK, I'll give it to you the day after tomorrow."
"OK, Ayuan..."
"What?" Lu Yuan looked at Fatty Wei in surprise, as if he had something else in mind.
"Tell me, how long will it take us to trample the eight major Hollywood film studios under our feet? Or, how long will it take us to become number one in Hollywood?" Fatty Wei suddenly stared at Lu Yuan.
“……” Lu Yuan was stunned.
He found himself seeing the raging fire in Fatty Wei's eyes, which also exuded endless and burning ambition.
This ambition made Lu Yuan feel terrified.
Trampling the eight major Hollywood film companies under their feet...
Hollywood No.1!
This is……
What a crazy ambition.
"Ayuan... have you ever thought about that day?"
"Director Wei, to be honest, we can't do it. I can't always have scripts and creative ideas. Even the most talented people will run out of talent..." Lu Yuan shook his head and poured cold water on Fatty Wei.
"I know. So, I have already made a very detailed hunting and expedition plan! A Yuan, wait for me for a moment! I'll send you the email address."
“???” Lu Yuan looked at Fatty Wei curiously as he took out his cell phone and then seemed to open some private file.
About ten minutes later, Fatty Wei transferred the file from his mobile phone to Lu Yuan's email.
Lu Yuan subconsciously opened his email.
Then...
Lu Yuan saw the densely packed list, as well as countless confusing words and all kinds of inexplicable symbols.
"A Yuan, this is the identity data and information of fifty famous Hollywood directors. Each director has failed in his previous works and the records he has broken. Among these fifty directors, I have sorted them into several different personalities through psychological sorting. Then, this is the information of their respective companies. In this company information..." Fatty Wei silently began to explain his detailed plan to Lu Yuan. He named this plan the "Hollywood Hunting" plan...
"Director Wei, what the hell... do you want to do?" Lu Yuan took a breath after seeing the data and plans that were so detailed that it made his scalp tingle.
This is really too scary.
The so-called "hunting plan" is actually a very crazy poaching plan!
At this moment, Lu Yuan looked at Fatty Wei as if he was a madman.
"Ayuan, if there are no talents, we will poach them. We may not be able to hire them with high salaries, but we will impress them with our sincerity. If sincerity doesn't impress us, we will wait until they are in a weak position, and appeal to their emotions and reason with them... Of course, there are some very famous screenwriters here, and I will consider them later..." Fatty Wei explained this crazy plan.
“…”
Lu Yuan felt as if his head had exploded.
He found that he couldn't hear anything.
How come he never realized that Fatty Wei was a lunatic?
A complete lunatic?
…
Columbia.
"Mr. Wilson, did you really sell America 1900 to Lu Yuan for seven hundred dollars?"
"Mr. Wilson, I don't think this is right!"
"Director Bob, what are you doing..."
"Mr. Lu Yuan came to you to cooperate, you shouldn't treat him like this..."
“Bob, we are a company. I can indeed cooperate with him, but we can’t lose money. Do you understand?”
"I heard that you are going to announce that Lu Yuan spent 7 million US dollars to buy "America 1900" from you?"
"Yes! Everything was announced when you walked in!"
"Mr. Wilson, you are being humiliating and going too far!"
“…”
Wilson looked at Bob who came in and frowned.
He found that something was very wrong with Bob today.