"I think the signing ceremony of the China Commercial Film Incubator Plan should be held at the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse!" Leng Shan was very satisfied, so he felt it was necessary to add an insurance policy.
"Diaoyutai?" Marilyn knew Chinese, which didn't mean she knew the significance of this place. She looked at Boss in confusion.
"Well, the place where our country entertains foreign guests used to be part of the royal palace. For the people of our country, it has special significance." Fang Zhe explained that this place could not be used for private commercial activities before.
, now it seems that you can spend money to go in and enjoy it, it is definitely expensive.
Marilyn looked at Leng Shan excitedly: "Is it really possible? I want to move in today and enjoy the treatment of a royal member."
Fang Zhi looked at her excited look, then looked at Jian Fanghua's puzzled eyes, and explained to Jian Fanghua in a low voice: "Americans are just like this, they are naturally irresistible to the aristocracy. Let's not take it too seriously. The Qing Dynasty capital
Forget it, you are in the Imperial Capital, you can stay there anytime you want."
The way the two people whispered deepened everyone's impression and confirmed Jian Fanghua's status in Fang Zhe's mind.
"Of course it's no problem. I'll ask someone to make arrangements and we can move in tonight." Leng Shan showed a successful smile. His understanding was that Marilyn, as the CEO, was the key to deciding the details of the cooperation, and Fang Zhe, as the major shareholder
, determines the general direction. For the smoothness of future negotiations, these are small things.
"You can stay here, but don't forget to pay for the room yourself!" Fang Zhe suddenly interrupted to remind Marilyn.
"Of course, this is what I asked for." Marilyn reacted quickly and silently added in her mind that even if she didn't spend money, she would not make any concessions during the negotiation. She would defend Boss's rights to the death. In fact,
She thought too much, and the bottom line drawn by Fang Zhe, in Leng Shan's opinion, was nothing.
"Mr. Fang is really out of touch. The room fee is nothing." Leng Shan joined in with a smile. In his opinion, what he just said was just a joke.
After dinner, Zhe got up and said goodbye. Leng Shan failed to persuade him to stay, so he had to send him downstairs in person.
"We will never forget Mr. Fang's efforts for the domestic film industry." Leng Shan said goodbye with these words.
"The United States has a manager system. I can't actually influence the outcome. I made suggestions, and Marilyn thought it would be good for the company's future development, so she came. She doesn't have much to do with me." Fang Zhe clarified himself.
It's nothing more than fear of trouble.
"I understand. No matter what, I have to thank Mr. Fang."
On the way back to the car, Jian Fanghua held Fang Zhe's arm and pressed her body closely: "Are you really not interested in what happens next?"
"This is your career, you need to control the overall situation by yourself." Fang Zhe turned his head with a smile and reached out to touch her face.
Jian Fanghua looked like a kitten closing her eyes and enjoying it when being petted.
Fang Zhe, who decided not to come forward, went into hibernation and stayed in the house refusing to go out.
Jian Fanghua had no choice but to go out with her newly recruited assistant, cooperate with Marilyn, and go to the Diaoyutai Hotel for a three-way communication. It was not considered a negotiation. In fact, Summit Pictures paid for it and then formed a line.
For the filming of five commercial films every day, Pinnacle Pictures provided five million US dollars in funds. Some adjustments could be made according to specific circumstances, but the overspending could not be too much. In these years, there was no so-called blockbuster in China, until the National Master took action, and
After achieving good results, people started to follow suit and make blockbusters.
The strange thing is that the National Master, who has obviously made great contributions to Chinese films, is not favored by the media and the film industry. It seems strange, but in fact some people are jealous. The National Master is not a certain person.
The people in the circle were also implicated by the foul mouth of their partners. In short, they were all kinds of tricks, but the national master finally resisted.
In terms of quality, among the fifth generation directors, Guo Shi is undoubtedly the number one.
The communication went very smoothly. From Leng Shan’s perspective, the conditions offered by Summit Pictures were to help the poor.
The three parties quickly reached an agreement, with China Film recommending, Fanghua Film and Television reviewing and passing the script and supervising the executive producer system, and Summit Pictures being responsible for investment and financial supervision of the crew.
Naturally, the director is the most important during the filming process, but the final editing and finalizing of the film are the responsibility of the producer.
It is simply grafting over the Hollywood producer system, rather than the domestic one where the director has the final say.
After Jian Fanghua came back, she saw that Fang Zhe had not rested, but was typing in front of the computer. What was he doing?
When I took a closer look, it seemed like a script.
"What are you writing about?" Jian Fanghua asked naturally, lying on her shoulders and holding her neck with her hands.
With a soft gaze on his back, Fang Zhe could no longer concentrate on his work. He turned to look at her: "Let's agree on the script first. I will only write this script. I will find the script myself later."
"You can also write scripts. No wonder Marilyn said that you wrote the script for Summit Pictures' first film."
"It's not a particularly difficult thing. I'm going to continue. Don't make trouble." Fang Zhe continued to work hard and the idea of continuing the script was quickly shattered. His body seemed to have no bones. Using Fang Zhe's body as a pillar, a
The snake was sitting on his lap.
"How can I have more fun writing scripts?" The love of spring comes from the surface, this season is so restless.
After a long while, a gasping voice sounded: "What happened today? Has my hard work in the past two days been in vain?" Fang Zhe was almost speechless when he spoke.
"That Marilyn, huh, when I look at you, water is dripping from my eyes." A woman's terrible intuition.
Feeling the strong sourness in his tone, Fang Zhe struggled and said, "Where's the tiger bone wine? I want to drink some tonight."
I can't do it without drinking. According to the current situation, I definitely can't stop tonight.
Dinner is dumplings, um, they are so delicious.
"You go write the script!" Jian Fanghua actually let Fang Zhe go, which was really surprising.
A little-known company suddenly became famous in the industry, and Pinnacle Pictures designated a partner in China.
Tsk tsk tsk, it has a relationship with Hollywood, which means this distribution channel. Some domestic directors are ready to take action.
Among the quota of Hollywood movies introduced this year, it is no surprise that "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" is included, and the release time of this film is relatively long. Leng Shan patted his chest and said that it will be released for at least two months. Is this a special case? Really not, the previous "
"Titanic" was released for half a year.
It took a week to copy the script and asked Jian Fanghua to find someone to look at and see if there was anything that needed to be added.
After packing his luggage, Fang Zhe said he was leaving. Marilyn had already taken the first step and made an unusually sad phone call before leaving.
This time, Jian Fanghua didn't let Fang Zhe go, and she struggled all night. When leaving the next day, Fang Zhe got into a taxi with dark circles under her eyes, and slept all the way to the place, only to wake up when the driver called her.
This driver is quite interesting. Fang Zhe pays to get off the bus, and the driver even advises: "Brother, be restrained!"
Fang Zhe expressed the same sentiment: "Master is right. I also want to control it, but in reality I can't."
The driver gave him a "be careful or I'll slap you" look, squinted his lips, stepped on the accelerator and drove away. He didn't want to talk to him, for fear that he wouldn't be able to control himself. Isn't he just more handsome? Women, it depends on their appearance.
Fang Zhe couldn't understand the melancholy of the driver brother. He had his own helplessness. He didn't say hello before coming. He took out the key from his bag and opened the door. No one was at home. Fang Zhe, who was a little surprised, threw the box away, went into the bedroom and went to bed.
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It was about nine o'clock when he went to bed, and it was four o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up. He rubbed his eyes, walked out of the bedroom, and smelled a strong fragrance. When he came out of the bathroom, Li Ping was already standing in the living room looking at him.
Laughing: "Go pick up Li Zheng!"
"Ang!" Fang Zhe agreed very simply, and quickly dressed up and went out. The kindergarten was right next to it, and Fang Zhe knew the way.
After a full sleep, Fang Zhe was in good spirits. The circles under his eyes were still a little dark, but the impact was not significant anymore.
Probably because I have been too tired recently, I feel a little shaky when I walk. The soup just now is very fragrant and has the flavor of ginseng. This is a great supplement.
This is the last half year of Li Zheng’s kindergarten career. He will go to elementary school in September.
Children grow up so fast. The wind blows them one year at a time.
Fang Zhe, together with many old men and women, stood waiting at the entrance of the kindergarten.
To others, Fang Zhe was just a stranger, and he had a cold temperament, so no one talked to him.
The waiting process was very quiet. When school was over, the children in the kindergarten rushed like a torrent out of the gate.
The originally quiet scene became lively as if hundreds of ducks were suddenly released.
Li Zheng, who was carrying a small schoolbag, had a personality a bit like Fang Zhe. He was not as active as other children. He walked slowly behind the crowd. With a cold look on his face, he didn't rush forward when he saw the crowd at the door. He calmly
Look at the adults coming to pick up the children.
Fang Zhe was not in a hurry, but waited for a while. After most of the crowd had dispersed, he slowly walked to the door and waved to Li Zheng who was slowly coming out: "Hi!"
Li Zheng stopped, his little face instantly dulled, his eyes widened, and soon turned into ecstasy, and he rushed forward fiercely.
Fang Zhe quickly squatted down, stood firm on his horse, and withstood Li Zheng's impact.
"Be careful, don't fall!" He was still nagging, and he picked the person up with all his strength.
At this time, the teacher at the door noticed the situation and greeted with a smile: "Dad Li Zheng, you are really rare."
Fang Zhe said a few polite words with a smile, and walked back with the child in his arms. The quiet Li Zheng was in high spirits at this moment, and kept talking about the people and things around him, as if he wanted to tell Fang Zhe all the words he was holding in his heart.
On the way back, Li Zheng said to everyone he met: "This is my dad."
After returning home, Li Zheng was still very excited and pulled Fang Zhe to his room. Li Ping appeared in time and calmed down his restlessness: "Go wash your hands and get ready to eat. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it after dinner."
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When he finally had the opportunity to be alone with Li Ping, Fang Zhe sighed with emotion: "When the child is older, it will be difficult to fool him in the future."