After chatting with John in the cafe for a while, there was nothing to do. He found a cafe to sit and write a book. Several bodyguards were lazy and stayed up all afternoon and played poker and killed time.

The cafe owner wanted to come and tell them several times that they could not play here, and every time they came to the front of them, they would turn into: "Do you still need to refill..."

Several bodyguards had never met such a passionate boss. Before leaving, they put a $20 pc as a tip and patted him on the shoulder to promise to come back next time.

In the evening, I returned to the sixth-story old house in the Upper West District. The security guard looked into the car window and smiled and opened the door to let them in. There was no one living here recently. However, two female housekeepers helped to take care of the sanitation all year round, and the house was very clean.

There were no ready-made ingredients at home, so the female butler hurried out to buy them. After asking Han Xuan, she helped make Polish dishes and served them as dinner. The taste was pretty good, but the amount was too small. You could hear Owen shouting chicken legs at night...

The next morning, it was just dawn.

Under the sycamore trees on the side of the road, there were more and more vehicles. Magpies stood on the branches and chirped. The red bus passed through the road, and there were only a few passengers inside. Dozing off would cause infection, and the whole vehicle covered his mouth one by one.

Even though he could not hear the sound of Xia cicada, Han Xuan still woke up on time, complaining and muttering, and did not find the alarm clock when he scanned the circle.

I held my hand on the bed and unplugged the power of my phone. After pressing the numeric keys, the lights turned on. I squinted my eyes and found that there was a message on the screen. I dialed the number and transferred it to the manual service. I said in a daze: "Good morning, who left me a message?"

"Sorry, I'll check it for you. The number is... I called you at 9:35 last night, and I'll wake you up and call him back."

The sound on the phone was very sweet. After a while, she didn't hear anyone talking. She continued, "Is there anything else to need?"

Still no one answered.

OK, Han Xuan fell asleep again.

Until the sun shone brightly. The sun shone in through the window and looked at the boy on the bed on the second floor carefully. The keyboard mark on his face was particularly clear.

The knock on the door echoed in the room. He was shocked and raised his head, rubbed his saliva and asked, "Who is there?"

"It's me, it's almost nine o'clock. You can get up." Owen said in a thick voice outside: "Sanchez is going to eat your breakfast, but I won't come out... What's wrong with your face? Is he called by his cell phone?"

Han Xuan held the wooden door with his hand, touched his face after hearing this, and said contempt: "What's so funny about this? You're wearing slippers in reverse..."

When brushing teeth, I remembered that I seemed to have called someone in the morning, I raised my legs and walked towards the bedroom, picked up the phone next to the pillow, searched for the communication records, and murmured: "Ah~"

"Grandpa? Did you call me yesterday?" Han Xuan and others asked after answering.

"Yeah. Just got up? You're in New York."

Han Xuan spit out white foam and said, "What's wrong with grandpa's house?"

"That's good. I'll help me with something. Didn't you tell me that there is a movie called "This Killer Is Not Cold"? I've contacted its producer.

It seems that the North American issuance rights have not been sold, but that person will go back to France in the afternoon, so I didn’t have time to rush over. I was going to ask my friend to help me contact you. You are there. Secretary Han, please tell you the phone later."

"You said you gave me a position, and I'm going to be your secretary for a long time?"

Han Xuan was so amused and laughed when he heard his grandfather's words, so he cleaned his mouth and continued, "I wrote those on paper. Have you got the right to issue it? Don't tell me that I didn't take down any of them."

"How is that possible? I asked people from the company to watch the sample "Pulp Novel". They thought this film was quite unique, much higher than director Quentin Tarantino's usual level.

He invested in the movie himself, and I have negotiated with him about the distribution issue, but I only have to sign a contract. I will call him to urge him later, probably waiting for a higher quotation.

There is also the movie "Ah Dai and Agua", which is already owned by Dimen Pictures. Amc Theatres will set the release date in early October, and you will be able to see it in a while.

"Crazy Summer Camp" was released for four weeks, and the box office reached more than 34 million US dollars after expanding the scale of the screening. Now the holiday is about to end, and more than 200 screens are being displayed, which is estimated to exceed 35 million US dollars in the end."

Guo Muzhou said a long sentence, his tone was quite excited. He used to ignore Dimen Pictures because he couldn't see the money back and was unable to see the money back. Now the situation is different.

In American publishers can basically get about 55% of the box office, and "Crazy Summer Camp" invested only more than 3 million yuan. Excluding the funds needed to be invested in copying, transportation, advertising and publicity, about 15 million yuan fell into his pocket. As for taxation, that is something that only needs to be considered in April.

Dimen Pictures has the right to issue, so it does not have to be handed over to other companies for distribution. If you invest in personal terms like "Adai and Agua", and then ask Dimen Pictures to issue, you need to pay 30% of the total profit as the issuance fee. Guo Muzhou suddenly felt that it was a wise decision to buy Dimen Pictures.

Han Xuanke didn't know that his grandfather was intoxicated by himself and asked with a smile: "I met Mr. Jobs yesterday? What did he say?"

“…I knew you were going to ask.”

The boy's grandfather's tone changed: "I called last night to tell you this. Jobs had the idea of ​​selling Pixar Cartoon Studio. His next software company had some problems with its capital chain recently, and the sales of the products it launched were not very good."

"real!?"

"Wait, don't be happy first, listen to me." Guo Muzhou interrupted.

"I watched "Toy Story" they did, and it's really interesting. The cartoon was completed last year. The dialogue began to be recorded in March today. The finishing work is basically done. I'll wait for it to be released now.

Jobs talked to me about Pixar yesterday, and I heard what he meant, and was willing to sell it for at least $130 million."

"130 million? Is it a little higher?" Han Xuan thought that Jobs would speak loudly, but he didn't expect that he would be so big. Pixar is not the future now.

"Toy Story" invested more than $30 million in advance, and the others were the expenses of purchasing Pixar Animation Studio. Jobs did not agree to acquire part of the equity and just wanted to sell it in full. It seemed that he had no idea about this industry.

It would be great if he could reduce it a little more. He seemed to know me and he wouldn't let go of the price. It would be useless for me to talk to him for more than an hour."

"Yeah? Do you want to buy it?" Han Xuan said in surprise. His grandfather refused to do it before.

"A little bit, I think its cartoons are different from those of Disney. The computer special effects make the picture feel very realistic. Even I like to watch them. Those kids should not go crazy."

Guo Muzhou continued to speak: "Jobs seems to have not found the publisher of Toy Story. If the price cannot be negotiated, he must take down this cartoon." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!