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Chapter 100 Drinking
"Don't stay in a hotel these days, stay with me for now."

Cheng Yu'an brought Huang Xiaoming and them to his villa in Beverly Hills.

"There are vacant rooms upstairs, but I have nothing to eat here, so you have to go out if you want to eat."

Grandpa Cheng Yu'an's villa is not big, and the old man used it for vacation alone, so he didn't buy too much.

But not small either.

"Yu'an, is this house yours?" Huang Xiaoming asked.

"No, it belongs to my grandfather. The old man is away on a trip, so I live alone." Cheng Yu'an took off his coat and threw it on the sofa.

Huang Xiaoming knew that Cheng Yu'an was rich, of course, he was not bad either.

But he listened to what Cheng Yu'an said, that their family was richer and could buy such a big villa in Beverly Hills where every inch of land was expensive.

Cheng Yu'an said: "This kind of thing is very common in the United States. Believe it or not, I came 10 minutes late. When you walk away, the two security guards behind you will snatch you without any politeness. They never know how to respect you." other people."

"Beverly Hills is known as the safest community in the world, how dare they do this?"

"Why don't they dare to pick you up and someone to take care of them? Have you seen a camera on this street? So I usually don't go out at night in the United States. Well, it's late, let's rest."

Cheng Yu'an yawned and went upstairs.

Early the next morning, Cheng Yu'an, as the host, greeted Huang Xiaoming and the two of them for breakfast:

"I'm not used to Western-style breakfast. I bought some food in Chinatown. The taste is definitely not as good as that in China. Let's just eat it."

Cheng Yu'an, the three of them, went out after breakfast, and did not take Huang Xiaoming to visit the company.

He doesn't want to reveal his trumpet in the United States just yet.

He is going to pay a personal visit to comic master Frank Miller today.

Frank Miller is a master of comics, and has cooperated with the three major comic companies in the United States, DC, Marvel, and Dark Horse.

His style is dark and insolent, out of the mainstream.

But it is also because of this very personal style of comics that he has established his status as a master of comics in one fell swoop.

Especially after Sin City.

Cheng Yu'an doesn't understand Meiman, why does he know this.

I did my homework last night!

Miller is less than 50 years old this year, but he has written a lot.

After the turn of the millennium, Miller seldom published works, and his old books alone would last him several lifetimes.

Bob and Miller made an appointment in a small bar, and Miller was a frequent visitor here because of his alcoholism.

"Frank." Bob saw Frank Miller who arrived first, and went up to say hello.

Seeing that it was Bob, Frank Miller said unhappily, "Why is it you again? I told you that my copyright is not for sale. I don't trust you guys who make movies."

"Don't worry, don't worry," Bob reassured, "I want to introduce someone to you today, Cheng, my boss."

"Hello, Frank, I'm Cheng Yu'an, from China." Cheng Yu'an greeted Frank Miller with a smile.

Although Frank Miller didn't like it, he still shook hands with Cheng Yu'an very politely: "You also came to talk to me about the adaptation rights of "Sin City"?"

"No no no, I'm here to drink with you." Cheng Yu'an smiled.

"Oh?" Frank would be interested in saying that. He is a drinker, and he was curious how this yellow-skinned Oriental would drink with him. "How much... can you drink?"

Cheng Yu'an was thin and gentle-looking, and he didn't look like someone who could drink.

"I brought you our Chinese wine." Cheng Yu'an said and put a dark transparent glass bottle on the table.

I took it from his grandfather's wine cabinet. The old man was greedy for delicious food. After getting old, his family strictly controlled his diet, so he couldn't eat and drink freely, but he still kept a lot of it.

"I know Chinese wine. The best wine you have is Moutai. I've had it before." Frank Miller said, "It's a very good baijiu."

"No no no, Frank, that's what you foreigners think. Our best baijiu is this."

Cheng Yu'an pointed to the glass bottle on the table.

He doesn't know what kind of wine it is, either it's boring or Erguotou.

Anyway, Lao Jiang fooled foreigners like this, so he followed suit.

Cheng Yu'an opened the bottle, and the rich aroma of the wine entered Frank Miller's nostrils.

Non-drinkers will find the smell pungent, but for a wine putty like Frank, it's just right.

"I can't wait to drink this wine. Pour me a glass." Frank pushed the wine glass in front of Cheng Yu'an.

Cheng Yu'an poured a glass slowly: "You can't drink this wine too quickly, you have to taste it in small sips, try it."

But Frank Miller didn't care about this, he took a sip of the wine glass, the liquid swirled in his mouth, and smashed it twice, Miller exhaled: "Huh~! It tastes great, pour me another glass .”

Cheng Yu'an put away the bottle and said with a smile, "Frank, how about I make a bet with you?"

"Want to use this bottle of wine to bet on the right to adapt "Sin City" with me?" People are not stupid.

"No, I know that a bottle of wine can't be exchanged for "Sin City", I bet you will pass out if you can't finish this bottle of wine."

"Impossible!" Frank Miller was very confident in his drinking capacity.

"Oh? You think it's impossible?"

"Of course it's impossible. I will get drunk, but I won't pass out after just one bottle. You underestimate my drinking capacity." Frank said.

"Since you are so confident, how about we take a gamble?" Cheng Yu'an laughed.

"Okay, how do you want to bet." As long as he doesn't bet on his right to adapt "Sin City", he has nothing to dare to accept.

"If you are not drunk after drinking this bottle of wine, Bob and I will turn around and leave, and we will not ask about "Sin City"."

"What if I'm drunk?" Frank asked.

"If you are drunk, I just ask you to give us a chance, let us try to use the computer to make an animation of "Sin City" and show it to you. If you are satisfied, we will continue to chat about "Sin City". If you are not satisfied, the same, we will not ask "Sin City" any more." Cheng Yu'an continued.

Frank Miller hesitated after hearing Cheng Yu'an's words.

Cheng Yu'an simply challenged him: "Frank, this gamble will not do you any harm, and the initiative is always in your hands. If you win, you give us a chance. In the end, it's up to you whether to shoot "Sin City" or not; If you lose, you will drink a bottle of good wine for nothing, and "Sin City" is still yours. You will not lose money no matter what."

When Frank heard this, it was the truth, and he immediately agreed to the game: "Okay, I'll bet with you."

After Cheng Yuan listened, he opened the wine bottle and filled it up for him.

"Come on, Frank, please."

Frank Miller raised his neck and drank a glass of wine. The stimulation of alcohol made him grin his teeth.

"Good wine! Even if we fail to cooperate in the end, I will make you a Chinese friend, because you can bring this kind of treasure to me." Frank was drunk.

Cheng Yu'an watched Frank Miller drink cup after cup. After drinking, Cheng Yu'an was sure that this was definitely not a stuffy donkey or Erguotou.

By the fourth cup, Frank's face was flushed and his tongue started to tangle.

"Frank, I think you're drunk." Cheng Yu'an tried to persuade him.

The origin of this wine is unknown, who knows where the old man got it, if someone drinks something bad, he can't be held responsible.

"No, I still want to drink it. This wine is the best I've ever had. I want to finish it for my "Sin City" too." Frank snatched Cheng Yu'an's bottle and didn't pour it down. , Blow directly to the bottle.

puff--

The wine in the bottle was only half gone, and Frank Miller couldn't stand it anymore, and spit on the table.

Then he fell unconscious on the table with a plop, muttering, "Sin City is yours now."

Then snorted and fell asleep.

Cheng Yu'an and Bob were left looking at each other.

"How?" Bob asked.

"What else can I do, I can't just leave it here and take it back to the company to sober up." Cheng Yu'an smiled wryly.

On the way back, Cheng Yu'an said, "Bob, I've won the chance, and it's up to you whether I can win "Sin City" or not."

"Don't worry, boss. As long as Frank relaxes, everything will be easy to talk about later. If we can't talk anymore, we can only say that God didn't care for us."

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