My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1251 Cracks
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Jerry Bruckheimer stands on the lawn with a cup of instant coffee.

With a steady gaze, he glanced at the crew members who came in and out one by one, took a sip of coffee, and couldn't help but glance at the coffee.

Raising his head, through the glass window, he could clearly see the Chinese director who had met once looking towards him.

The next second, he smiled and toasted.

The other party glanced at him, and then saw the other party's assistant talking in his ear.

"This guy is too unreasonable." Lucas Foster, who was standing beside Jerry Bruckheimer, revealed his impatience.

"Then you can make me earn millions of dollars?"

"you can not."

"But he can."

Jerry Bruckheimer looked back and wanted to take another sip of coffee, but he glanced at the coffee in his hand, put it aside helplessly, shrugged, "In this place, I can find a hundred respectful people Man, but that means nothing to me.

Lucas, there's a slang saying in my hometown of Michigan: Before talking about someone else's back, it's better to touch your own pocket first.

Virtue cannot be eaten, but beauty can. "

Looking at the other party thoughtfully, he smiled and patted his shoulders, "Our business is the same as San Fernando pimp brokers, you have to know who can make you money, and who is just a sham Stupid bird.

Trust me, never be that stupid bird.

Unless your name is Sylvester Stallone. "

As soon as he finished speaking, Jerry Bruckheimer greeted the person with a smile.

Ding--

Walking out of the room, Wu Xiaozu took a pack of Marlboro and popped one in his mouth. He subconsciously touched his pocket, but found that there was a flame in front of him.

"Thank you, Mr. Bruckheimer."

"You're welcome."

"Want a cup?"

"I promised my daughter that I can only smoke on Thursdays."

Jerry Bruckheimer raised his wrist and smiled apologetically towards Xiaozu Wu, "Time has passed."

"I really didn't expect to see you here." Wu Xiaozu looked at the other party with a bright smile, "Mr. Bruckheimer."

The two had met once in a place like Oscar, but they definitely couldn't be called friends.

"You can call me Jerry." Jerry Bruckheimer smiled, "Walk together?"

"The next scene can be delayed for up to 20 minutes." Wu Xiaozu stared at the other party's eyes.

"I think it should be enough." Jerry Bruckheimer confidently showed a friendly smile, and offered: "Have a cup of coffee together?"

"Okay, the coffee in my crew is good." Wu Xiaozu said with a smile.

"..." Bruckheimer glanced at the dozen or so coffee cups on the lawn table after taking a sip, and forced a smile, "Why don't we go for a walk together?"

"Stop drinking coffee?" Wu Xiaozu looked at him regretfully.

Bruckheimer was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head and smiled wryly, "With all due respect, this is the worst coffee I've ever drank in my life. If it were me, I would definitely fire this tea staff as soon as possible."

???

Wu Xiaozu followed the other party's gaze and looked at the dozen cups of Banlangen granules on the table.

This is actually the medicine he used to clear away heat and detoxify and prevent typhoid cold because he was afraid of acclimatization.

I don't know which blue string was brewed as coffee... Fortunately, these guys didn't touch their Huoxiangzhengqi water.

"Dude, make me a cup of China coffee."

In the room, part-time assistant director Quentin Tarantino, who was high-spirited, pouted his lips and added to the staff, "Remember to add two cubes of sugar and two cups of milk. I love China coffee to death."

Wu Xiaozu and Bruckheimer walked to the side.

"The company gave feedback on the last film's performance, and the box office distribution in Asia is very good, thank you for your help." Bruckheimer said with a smile.

"Only with good content can the distribution be successful."

"Yes, although distribution is very important, the content of the movie is the cornerstone of guaranteed performance. Your "Chinatown" this year really surprised everyone. It should be no problem to top 20 at the annual box office."

Bruckheimer complimented, and then said: "My friends come and go, but the box office results are always there. I don't know, Wu, have you ever thought about making a real big-budget movie?

Of course, I'm not saying that the movies you're making are bad, but you know, big productions are the mainstream in Hollywood.You should have a deep understanding of the limitations of independent films..."

He fixed his eyes on Wu Xiaozu's eyes, with a sincere smile on the corner of his mouth.

"..."

Wu Xiaozu raised his hand and took a puff of his cigarette.

"Miramax and the Weinstein brothers are very powerful in the independent film circle, but they are not in the real inner circle of Hollywood after all. I think that the reason why you, a big director who has already achieved fame in Asia, came to Hollywood is because Not just for shooting cuts, right?

The movie "Chinatown" has a strong commercial atmosphere, but Mr. Weinstein obviously doesn't understand the market.Perhaps he habitually uses small things to make big gains, but this is not a long-term solution...

Your talents and abilities will not be limited to small-budget films. "Bruckheimer managed to hide his intentions.

"With all due respect, Mr. Bruckheimer, how do you judge that I can adapt to the mainstream of Hollywood business?" Wu Xiaozu looked at the other party with a smile.

"Vision and mind. You are born to belong to the big scene..." Bruckheimer said bluntly.

"I've watched "Twin Heroes" and "God of Gamblers" directed by you, and the scenes are simply amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment." Wu Xiaozu sized up the Hollywood gold medal producer, and had to admit that the other party's business sense was indeed more accurate than Harvey.

In fact, Harvey Weinstein was never a business whiz by comparison.

Especially when compared with the other party.

The level of financing cannot be compared.

"I am very interested in your words, but that will have to wait until the filming of this movie is completed." Wu Xiaozu did not refuse the other party's kindness.

He has now shown his prowess in North America, proving his strength.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be too many brokers and companies actively contacting me.He still has this confidence...

but--

Wu Xiaozu will not learn from Li Min or Wu Baige in his previous life, after all, his status is different.

What is an international director? ?
"Hi, Mr. Bruckheimer."

While Wu Xiaozu was chatting happily with Jerry Bruckheimer, an inappropriate voice suddenly appeared.

Harvey walked over with a half-smile.

"I didn't bother you, did I?"

"of course not."

Jerry Bruckheimer shrugged and smiled meaningfully.

"It's getting late, I won't disturb Wu and you can continue working." As he spoke, he placed his hand next to his ear as if making a phone call.

"This guy has a bad reputation." Harvey Weinstein watched the other party leave, and asked casually, "He didn't make things difficult for you, did he? Wu?"

"What do you think?" Wu Xiaozu smiled, reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, "Don't worry, we talked very well."

"That's good." Harvey squeezed out a hypocritical smile, changed his voice, and put on an enthusiastic attitude, "I have already contacted several companies, and they are very interested in your proposal...

In fact, there is no need to be so troublesome. If someone on Hong Kong Island really wants to come over, wouldn't it be good to go directly to Miramax? "

Wu Xiaozu narrowed his eyes and stared at the other party.

"Ha, I just said it casually, don't worry, I won't destroy your plan." Harvey laughed awkwardly.

Seeing Wu Xiaozu walking back, his smile stopped completely, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

(End of this chapter)