Lei Ting, who had been silently observing Li Xiaole's reaction, saw that the depressed Li Xiaole finally showed a happy smile. At this time, she came over with a wine glass, clinked it with him gently and asked, "Are you more motivated now?"

"No, I have always been motivated, but for a person of my level, I always seem to have a calm mind." Li Xiaole smiled freely at her. No matter what he thought in his heart, he would not show weakness in front of a woman.

"Don't be so harsh. You were pretending to be dead at home two days ago and didn't wake up. Today I saw you were so excited that you almost danced the Yangko here." Lei Ting showed her signature cold smile.

"You called them to come, right?" Li Xiaole stared into the depths of this cool girl's eyes.

"Actually, I didn't do anything..." Lei Ting shook her head: "I just called to tell them that the rehearsal hall of the council was decorated today, and they rushed over one by one. I didn't expect them.

All these busy people will come here...I think the main reason is that your phone is turned off

Machine, they are afraid that if you can't think about it for a moment, you will do something stupid." The recent situation encountered by Black Pearl Company has been greatly exaggerated by the news media. Everyone thinks that Black Pearl Company is going to collapse. Even if Li Xiaole suddenly couldn't stand the excitement and jumped off the building,

I'm afraid everyone won't find it strange.

"Thank you...Sister Tingting, I feel much better." Li Xiaole looked at her sincerely and said, "By the way, why don't you call President He and ask her to come too?"

"Are you willing to let her see your decadent look?" Lei Ting replied angrily.

"Well..." Li Xiaole nodded deeply.

"The most important thing." Lei Ting looked at him and said, "I'm afraid that if she comes, you will cry. Then you, the spiritual leader of the company, will lose face. How can you lead our company."

"Will I cry? It's too late for me to be happy." Li Xiaole puffed out his chest and smiled, trying to hide his embarrassment. If Ha Jiwon comes, he might really be moved to tears.

"Look at how you are feeling now...how are you? Are you no longer depressed because we can't make a good movie this year and our company will collapse?" Lei Ting looked at him with squinted eyes and asked.

"You're so depressed~~!" Li Xiaole rolled his eyes and hummed: "What if I can't deal with Todd Hardy's bunch of old foxes for the time being? We are still so young. As long as I keep holding on, I can do it.

These old foxes are going to die~~!! As the saying goes, the one who laughs last is the one who laughs best."

"This is what you look like...arrogant little bastard." Lei Ting watched Li Xiaole roll his eyes, showing that long-lost rogue look, and finally couldn't help but laugh happily...

While Li Xiaole and Lei Ting were chatting happily, there was a man carrying a luggage bag watching the scene from a distance. The young man with small eyes asked the tall and sturdy middle-aged man next to him:

:

"Teacher Jiang, should we go over there? You've been watching here for a long time. If you don't go over, Director Li might get drunk..."

The stout middle-aged man turned back and looked at the young man with disdain, and said in a very rich voice: "Wei Xiao, let me ask you, what are we here for?"

"Of course I'm here to see Director Li. Didn't Miss Lei say on the phone that he was a little confused?" the young man said matter-of-factly. The two men who had been watching for a long time were none other than Jiang Wen and Yu.

His apprentice Wei Xiao.

"Then how is he now?" Jiang Wen pointed to Li Xiaole and asked.

"Looking much better, I'm in a good mood." Wei Xiao poked his head and glanced that way and said.

"Is he busy?" Jiang Wen continued to look at him and asked

"Of course I'm busy. Director Xiao Li has always been busy with everything, not to mention that this is an extraordinary period for their company." Wei Xiao nodded quickly.

"Am I busy?" Jiang Wen took his hand back and pointed at his nose.

"Teacher Jiang, what you said is that for an artist as big as you, of course you are busy~~!" Wei Xiao said quickly.

"Since we came to see if Director Xiao Li is okay, and we have already seen him, he is busy, and so am I, so what do you think we should do now?" Jiang Wen said matter-of-factly.

"Let's go..." Wei Xiao said helplessly, and looked at the people eating and drinking over there. As he walked, he turned back and said: "Teacher Jiang, let's go get something to eat... Oops~~Teacher Jiang~~Don't

Pinch my ears and let me go~~Isn’t it enough for me to leave~~~"

After the afternoon celebration, the noise finally calmed down. Li Xiaole was freed from his previous worries and sat back in his office. He felt much more relaxed. But no matter how his mood improved, after all, things had not changed. He was still

To face the immediate difficulties, let’s not talk about the company’s big policy. As a director, he himself has to find new themes. Waiting for death is not his style.

The biggest problem he faces now is time. He actually has many subjects to shoot, but he has no time to prepare, because at the beginning of next year, Hollywood will experience a massive strike, and the box office of major theaters will be affected in the first half of the year.

A huge impact, not to mention his desire to fight for his own interests in this labor strike, even from a film perspective, the entire North American film market will be relatively depressed in the first quarter of 2008.

All he has to do now is to release a movie before the end of the year, try his best to alleviate the difficulties faced by Black Pearl Company and stabilize the situation. Now his biggest enemy is time, although it seems that his previous movie shooting process

They are all very fast, but in fact, he started planning half a year in advance for the preliminary preparations. Now that the subject matter has been temporarily changed, the difficulties he faces are extremely huge. Otherwise, if there is enough time, he can completely shoot "The King's Speech" and "Ten Days of Slaves".

"Two Years" these good works.

After much deliberation, since there are a bunch of Indian actors, he might as well make "Three Idiots in Bollywood"... He personally likes this movie very much, although this kind of slightly over-romanticized comedy is not suitable.

To please the Oscar judges, but this kind of light-hearted comedy is what he is good at, and there are no difficult shots in it, so it will not be difficult to shoot...

But this is just a last resort. Although this film has good reputation and box office, it is not a global film and its influence is limited. It has no impact on the current overall situation of Black Pearl.

When he was thinking about the next step, he heard a "dong dong" knock on the door. Li Xiaole couldn't help but frown and thought who would come to him so late? Could it be that silly boy Wang Baoqiang missed the plane...? He got up and went there.

When he opened the door, he saw Fred with a serious face under the light.

"Mr. Fred, why are you here?" Li Xiaole felt a little surprised, why did this old man come to him so late... Could it be that he also wanted to comfort himself.

"Won't you invite me, an old man, to come in and sit down?" Fred coughed dryly.

"Come in quickly~~" Li Xiaole finally reacted and quickly welcomed him in.

"Well, you seem to be in good spirits." Fred saw the script title of "Three Idiots in Bollywood" on his computer screen out of the corner of his eye.

"There is no way, "Slumdog Millionaire" can't be filmed, I can only think of other works." Li Xiaole answered frankly.

"Well..." Fred's old face looked a little embarrassed, and his voice lowered: "So... do you still need an art director?"

"Huh? Fred, are you willing to help me?" Li Xiaole couldn't help but exclaimed softly, but he calmed down immediately after the surprise, and immediately shook his head with a wry smile and said: "But, I don't see the need anymore, there is no "Slums"

"Millionaire", I'm afraid my new film doesn't need too many artistic elements..." "Three Idiots" doesn't seem to need an expert like Fred to take action...

Li Xiaole raised his head and glanced at Fred gratefully: "Fred, thank you. I know you did this because you sympathized with my situation. Thank you."

"I don't sympathize with you. Personal feelings and drama work are two different things." Fred snorted with a serious face.

"Then since you are now willing to let me be your art director, you are recognizing my ability? Why did you reject me so many times in the first place?" Li Xiaole was immediately made dumbfounded by this stubborn old artist.

"Because when you came to me with the idea of ​​filming "Slumdog Millionaire," I was still disgusted with you." Fred said with an undisguised expression of disgust.

"Fred... I've actually always wanted to know why you hate me. I can feel it. You've never liked me. Is it because I stole Nolan's Oscar?" Li Xiaole also felt the same when he heard this.

I'm curious what Fred thinks of him.

"No." Fred shook his head, looked up at him and said, "I don't like you because I've known who you are since the first time I met you...

You exude a strong utilitarianism. When you do anything, you always think of the results first and calculate everything. I always feel that you are saying in your heart, "I want to succeed." I want to be the best in the world.

"The Director', exudes this strong atmosphere every moment... I can smell it from a long distance away."

"Is there anything wrong with this? Is there anyone who doesn't want to win an Oscar?" Li Xiaole thinks there is nothing wrong with this. He has also maintained this mentality to reach this point. Those who verbally say "I don't care about winning awards"

"Although there are many people, there is no filmmaker in the world who doesn't want to be recognized by others. An award selected by 6,000 of the world's top peers is undoubtedly the highest honor in the entire film industry.

"There's nothing wrong with it. It's just that you will be shackles by yourself. You may never get the Oscar for Best Director..." Fred looked at him deeply and said: "Actually, you invited me to be your art director."

The director is also aiming for the Oscar for Best Director. I guess you don’t know how to please those jurors or what their preferences are, so that’s why you need me, right?”

"I admit, I really don't know much about what is good about art films... what are the criteria for Oscar judging..." Li Xiaole said honestly. He is not a graduate of a vocational college like Beijing Film and Television. All his directors

Technology is all viewed from the bottom up

From what I learned, I really have no idea about the criteria for winning awards. This has also been a question he has always had. Why can "Forrest Gump" win "The Shawshank Redemption"? Why can a purely commercial theme like "Titanic" win?

Let James Cameron win Best Director...

What is the mystery in this? Only then did he notice the thick stack of scripts in Fred's hand, and he was shocked. Could it be that he was here to recommend a movie today? A movie that would allow him to win the Oscar.
Chapter completed!