"By the way, what you asked me to inquire about is asked."

Mr. Han was wearing a white shirt and a suit placed behind the chair, and picked up a few slices of hot tender lamb and put it into the boy's bowl.

There were only a few plates of side dishes and three plates of meat on the table, and the two of them couldn't eat much. The flames under the mandarin duck hot pot were swayed by the wind, the soup in the pot was boiling and white steam was filled with it.

Han Xuan's lips were red. He was stunned when he heard his words and replied, "What's the matter?"

“Those toys.”

"Transformers? Have you contacted Hasbro? Do they have any intention to sell it?"

Han Xuan put down his chopsticks, lay on the back of the seat, patted himself in his stomach and burped, waved his hand to show that he couldn't eat it anymore.

"They didn't agree to the copyright of the movie "Transformers for $3 million, but they didn't say anything. I asked them in the name of Dimen Pictures. It seems that the president of Hasbro is very interested in Marvel and mentioned it more than once when he spoke."

"Marvel? What did they mention this?"

Han Xuan felt uncomfortable, stood up and shook, and then said: "Hasbro wants the image authorization of other superheroes. The contract I signed before will expire in December this year."

"Maybe you can do something on it. If they have a need, it will be easy to discuss next. But what do you want to do with the copyright of these toys? With the current technology, you can't make that kind of movie." The old man was busy taking care of his grandson, and now he started eating, and said with his head down.

"Your grandfather has been busy repurchasing the hero copyright sold by Marvel recently. It has spent nearly 40 million US dollars on the purchase of the company, and those film companies in 20th Century Fox are more and more black than the other ones, and they will never let go even if they don't pay a high price."

"Don't worry, I can't take it out now, and it will be too late to take it back then."

Han Xuan remembered that his grandfather bought the movie rights of the heroes such as Spider-Man, X-Men, and grinned and said happily: "Let's talk about it slowly from Hasbro. They have always had a good relationship with Marvel. If they hadn't sold comic peripheral products, those heroes wouldn't be as popular as they are now. Marvel also made a lot of money for them. The two companies complement each other, so they should be able to win the Transformers."

"By the way, I've pulled down another company called TAKAYA-TOMY. I've asked someone to investigate. They are the publisher of Transformers toys in Japan. They once launched an animation where robots that can transform appeared. I heard that it is one of the inspiration for Transformers' creations."

Regarding copyright issues, the United States has a strict review. Mr. Han reminded: "Don't get into a lawsuit when the movie is filmed."

"It's okay. When Transformers recreated, one of Marvel's early editors also participated. Even Spider-Man made a guest appearance in Transformers. Although there was a bit of a Japanese shadow in the early days, it had no relationship with that Japanese company afterwards."

Han Xuan paused and continued, "Besides, you don't have a lawyer team, I'm afraid they won't come."

Even if his grandson is involved in his career, Mr. Han has been paying attention to it even if he is busy with official business. His understanding of this may be more detailed than that of Han Xuan, and he knows in his heart that there will be no big trouble.

He said helplessly: "It is not easy for your grandfather to make money. Don't cheat him, and whether he still eats it? Go and see if Jaton and the others have done it. Now it's time to rush back to the meeting."

"kindness……"

He asked a team of bodyguards to escort the boy back to Beverly Hills. Mr. Han told them to be careful and got in the car and left first. Han Xuan also got into the Mercedes-Benz and went home.

Shortly after he left, several trucks loaded with large construction equipment drove over, and many workers came down to ask the residents where the residential area was. They were found by the boy's grandfather to repaint the sewer and water pipes.

It can't cost much money, but it can be at ease.

...

When he arrived at the mansion on the hillside of Beverly, Han Xuan was surprised to find that his grandmother was playing mahjong with several old European and American women in the living room. He didn't even greet his grandson when he came back, and looked at the cards in his hand attentively.

I thought that the national treasure is worthy of being a national treasure, and the circulating area is so wide, I couldn't help but feel it was funny, so I didn't distract my grandmother and walked upstairs alone.

He lay on the bed and swayed his legs. He remembered that he had never contacted his parents after Los Angeles. It was almost dark in the Hawaiian Islands, so he picked up the phone and called them. After a long time of the dripping sound, no one answered it. He was bored in his room, so he continued to call his home in Snow Mountain Ranch.

This time someone answered it soon, and Joanna was replying, and there were many animal calls around her.

Fat Ding Meow kept saying, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, wini's screams loudest, accompanied by the sound of something breaking, BBQ was there, umbling in front of the microphone.

Of course, the parrot didn't know what she meant, but Han Xuan could understand that Joanna kept laughing on the other end of the phone.

The boy's face was full of dark lines, thinking that he had to discipline those macaws when he went home. He could learn some things slowly, but he could learn them all at once, and it was clearly intentional!

The exotic short-haired cat's meows should be so resentful and resentful. In the unique language of the cat, Han Xuan had to comfort him softly and agreed to take him to find his wife. Fat Ding then calmed down.

They took turns to "talk" for a long time, and the chinchillas did not know how to yelled, which was a little loss. The boy made a lot of promises, but fortunately, a call was inserted, and then the conversation with them ended.

"Dad? How are you having fun?"

Thinking that his parents called back, Han Xuan asked loudly, but he didn't expect that the girl laughed from the opposite side: "I'm not your father."

"Anya? Why did you call me?"

Mrs. Cecilia is a very strange person who opposes the use of electrical equipment at home. Apart from the lighting, she doesn't even have a phone installed at home, so Han Xuan is so novel. The two have known each other for several years, and they can count the number of times they talk on the phone with one hand.

"I'm in a public telephone booth, don't bother me, five cents can only be said for two minutes."

Anya's crisp voice came out through the microphone: "I'm going out for a while recently, I'm afraid you won't be able to find it, so I told you in advance."

"Where are you going?" Han Xuan turned over and leaned against the head of the bed. His phone prompted another phone call. This time it was probably because of his parents. He pretended not to hear it and asked, "Do you go with your mother?"

"Well, I went to an art exhibition with her. I have painted a few oil paintings that feel good during this period and I want someone to help me comment."

The girl spoke with a slight smile: "My mother's special exhibition is on display at the San Francisco Art Gallery in California~"

"When will you go to the old..."

Han Xuan looked at the phone, and there was only the sound of hanging up inside. He had no choice but to sit cross-legged beside the bed, supporting his chin with his hands.

Soon the phone rang and I grabbed it and answered it.

"Son, what's the matter?"

"Bang!"

Far from Kauai Beach in the Pacific Ocean.

"What did your son say?" asked the boy's mother.

Han Qianshan touched his nose: "It's nothing, I'm hung up."

"Little bastard, didn't you answer his phone? As for..."
Chapter completed!