“mother fxxk!”

Wayne and his group left the hotel, and his face was gloomy and terrible amid Luke and Jimmy's worried eyes.

For this young man who is about to turn 21, this roller coaster negotiation made him keep his calm mind, which he has been trying to keep.

Jimmy saw Wayne kicking the trash can on the roadside in anger, and took a few steps to catch up with him, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, and shook it twice:

"Wayne! Listen, this is Hollywood, don't get bored by anger. We have other options to continue to open negotiations with the touchstone. There are still days left in the festival and we still have a chance."

"Ok, Jimmy, OK!" He broke away from Jimmy's arm and rubbed his hands hard on his face. "Let's go back first, Jimmy, please contact Touchstone Pictures and say I'm willing to consider their conditions."

After saying that, Wayne tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, thinking about the reasons for all this. Seeing Luke looking at him worriedly, he gave Luke an ugly smile.

Just when everyone thought he had adjusted his mood and was about to take a taxi, they found Wayne standing next to the trash can and kicked hard again.

“mother fxxker!!!”

"Okay, I'm fine, let's go back. Jimmy, go and find out what happened to Castle Rock Film and why the signing was suddenly cancelled."

After he opened the back door of the taxi and got in the car, he kept thinking in his mind what was the reason that forced the other party to make no money.

Luke opened the door of the cinema and continued to prepare for the movie screening. Not to mention Wayne, even Luke, who was at the most peaceful mind, felt depressed.

Seeing that nearly half a year of hard work was about to get the result, such a damn accident occurred. But now all they can do is continue to show the film and wait for possible potential buyers.

Wayne sat at the entrance of the theater, holding a cigarette in his mouth, watching tourists on the road, and crawling into various cinemas one by one. From the next day, his films were passed down from the mouth of tourists and gradually became popular.

Now, before each show starts, he can sit nearly half of the seats. He knows why. To put it bluntly, only his own movies have commercial elements.

Look at those independent filmmakers who are so-called art. Most of the things they shoot are vague themes, and the various long shots that can shake people to vomit, as well as essential large-scale plots.

It seems that without these, there will be no so-called film art. He does not deny that some masters can skillfully use this slow narrative rhythm to make films with high artistic achievements, but there are too few masters of that kind.

The teacher has always been right. Movies are always a way of entertainment for the public, not a director's own carnival. Professor Anderson once told him this sentence, because he was afraid that Wayne would not be able to get out of the so-called art in his so-called personal style.

Just like the Happy Day Showing behind him, Wayne has not changed much based on the insurance principle, but he can still see the obvious black attributes at first glance.

But most of the film crews can see that although the cost is not high and there are some personal style elements of the director, the core of this film is a commercial film by Chilolo, and most of the shots are almost serving the audience.

Seeing Jimmy walking over hurriedly, he pressed the cigarette butt to the ground with great force. Before he could arrive, he asked anxiously:

"How is the situation? Have you figured it out?"

"The two news is bad news like shit!" Jimmy sat on the side of the road, picked up the water on the table and poured two big mouthfuls of force, and continued:

"I just contacted Tom of Castle Stone Film. Tom didn't know why the company suddenly stopped negotiations. He only knew that the order was sent from Los Angeles and asked Edward to give up. Tom couldn't ask Edward for the specific reason.

Also, I just called James of Touchstone Pictures and asked them to continue negotiations and revealed your intention to accept their conditions. But he told me that Mr. Mason refused, Touchstone decided to give up the film!"

Jimmy finished two bad news in one breath and looked at the young man in front of him worriedly. To be honest, even Jimmy herself felt inexplicable.

He knew that these companies could basically be transparent in information, and the most likely was to tacitly squeeze the young director. But from what he learned, this is not the case. There is no need for companies like Wayne and others to use this method.

"Jimmy, what do you think is the problem? I'm confused now and can't find any clues. But I have a premonition that there must be something wrong with some link, otherwise it would be impossible for both companies to refuse at the same time."

He lit another cigarette, and nicotine made his mind clear, which helped him figure it out as soon as possible.

"I'll make a call later to see which companies with distribution capabilities are still here. It shouldn't be difficult to get their phone calls. Don't worry too much. Hollywood has the most popular ones."

Jimmy drank all the water in the bottle in one sip, stood up and prepared to try his luck at another company. This was Jimmy's opportunity, and even Jimmy's attention to the film was no less than director and producer Wayne.

He has been out of the mailroom for more than two years, and his clients are still some supporting actors and some potential clients will not choose him as a novice agent. Even the small actor clients he has now are not his own, but are in charge of two agents of the company.

He saw hope in Wayne. If he could have a successful director client, his situation would be completely different. Jimmy would never allow great opportunities to slip away from him. After graduation, he entered the caa mailroom and became a small agent in the mocking eyes of classmates and friends.

Jimmy believes that he has the talent to do this industry. Even if his classmates and lovers have gained a foothold in Wall Street companies for nearly three years, he is still a small agent, a small agent who graduated from the Harvard Economics Department and has a slight salary.

If Jimmy helped Wayne recruit crew members and actors at the beginning, for those poor commissions, Jimmy, who saw hope now, was for the opportunity he had been waiting for for a long time.

Wayne didn't notice when Jimmy left. Now he just wanted to think clearly, and the problem lies.

"It could not be Harvey Weinstein's fat pig, right?" Wayne suddenly thought of the big Jewish fat man, but he felt it was unlikely.

Harvey is not the Oscar messingster who calls for the wind and rain in the future. Even Harvey Weinstein, at the peak of Hollywood's power, he did not have the ability to let those medium-sized film companies bow their heads to cooperate with him.

With a "pop", he slapped himself in the thigh hard. Yes, you can try it at Harvey Weinstein's Miramax to see if their attitudes have changed.

Face is the most useless thing in this circle. Wayne doesn't mind being shameless and then negotiating. Face is worthless in front of the US dollar.

He hurried in and greeted Luke who was being screened. Wayne returned to the small hotel, picked up the phone and dialed the number given to him by Miramax's film viewer Talley.

"Hello, this is Wayne Greenberg, Ms. Talley. I want to have another chat with Mr. Weinstein. Yes, it's still about the film. It's okay, I'll be there right away!"

When he put down the phone, he was right. No one else wanted the movie. Miramax dared to ask for it, so he had to see what was going on.

Tallie took him directly to Harvey's room this time. He looked at the fat man in front of him, sitting on the sofa in a suit, and felt uncomfortable. What this is, maybe no one knows better in this era than him.

"Mr. Weinstein, I think we can continue to talk about the release of my film. I believe that the ability of the movie Happy Days will definitely bring good benefits to Miramax and Mr. Weinstein!"

Sitting opposite the fat man, Wayne said unconscience-ridden words. He never thought of selling the film to the other party now. Miramax was just the last choice. He just wanted to dig out some news from the fat pig.

"Listen, Director Greenberg, I didn't want to see you again, but your film is still worth a bit. I only give you one chance, $800,000, I want all copyrights, but I promise to send it to the theater for public screening."

Harvey has definitely the sharpest vision of these film companies that Wayne has come into contact with these days. If the first Happy Days can achieve good results, we must continue to shoot it. This film has the potential and space for sequels.

Harvey was able to bring Miramax to a medium-sized film company because of his own vision. He was definitely not as rude and savage as he looked. He was an extremely smart Jewish businessman.

"No, Mr. Weinstein, if I had $800,000, I wouldn't even make the shooting cost. In that case, I would rather keep it at home and watch it myself." Wayne shook his head, cursing the greedy fat pig in his heart.

"You will agree, whether it is today or later." Harvey picked up the wine glass, looked at the young man opposite him, and continued: "You have no choice. I believe that even if you don't agree today, you will come to me again.

Look at me, kid! Only me, Harvey Weinstein's Miramax can help you release it, think about it, the next time you come back, the price will become 500,000."

He looked at the other party with confidence, and the other party definitely knew something, so he was so confident. But he couldn't get his words out and was foolish with an old man who had been in charge of the film company for many years, and he had no chance.

"Well, I'm going back and think about it, thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Weinstein."

Wayne saw that the other party was not exposed, so he stood up happily and decided not to waste time with him. He had already got what he wanted, at least he knew that the root of the problem was not the fat man.
Chapter completed!