China Entertainment: I am a big boss in the industry

Chapter 882: Never Bow to Any Force
He told the whole story of how several major Hollywood film companies had joined forces to suppress him, and even made some unknown inside stories public without any hesitation.

“They are afraid of my movies and the rise of Chinese culture, so they use such despicable means to stop me!
But they are wrong! I, Lin Gao, will never bow to any force! "

Lin Gao's voice was sonorous, powerful and resounding.

There was an uproar at the scene, and reporters raised their cameras and took pictures frantically.

This is definitely explosive news!

After the press conference, Lin Gao's phone kept ringing with interview requests from media around the world.

For a time, Lin Gao became the focus of global attention.

Several major Hollywood film companies obviously did not expect Lin Gao to be so tough.

They originally thought that as long as they exerted a little pressure, Lin Gao would surrender.

However, they underestimated Lin Gao's determination and the charm of Chinese culture.

Just when Lin Gao was busy dealing with the media, an unexpected person came to him.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, I am Quentin Tarantino."

A slightly fat man with long messy hair stood in front of Lin Gao with a playful smile on his face.

Lin Gao was slightly stunned. Quentin? Why did this guy appear here?

"Mr. Quentin, what can I do for you?" Lin Gao asked calmly.

"I watched your press conference and I admire your courage."

Quentin, holding a cigar in his mouth, said slowly, "It's time for someone to teach those guys in Hollywood a lesson."

"So?" Lin raised his eyebrows.

"So, I want to work with you." Quentin exhaled a smoke ring and said with a smile.

Lin Gao sneered in his heart, cooperation? Maybe it's just a weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken, with no good intentions, right?
"Mr. Quentin, you should know that I am now banned by Hollywood." Lin Gao looked at him with a smile.

"I know, but that's exactly why I came to you."

Quentin shrugged, "I can help you break the blockade and get your movie released smoothly."

"What are the conditions?" Lin Gao asked straight to the point.

Quentin smiled and said, "It's very simple. I will help you distribute the movie and you will give me a share of the box office revenue."

Lin Gao was silent for a moment. This condition seemed very tempting, but Quentin was not a good person. He must have other purposes.

"Mr. Quentin, you underestimate me."

Lin Gao sneered, "Do you think I would lack a distribution channel from you?"

Quentin's expression changed slightly, then he smiled again.

"Mr. Lin, don't refuse so quickly. We can talk about it."

"There's nothing to talk about."

Lin Gao waved his hand and said, "I have something else to do. I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, Lin Gao turned around and left without any hesitation.

Quentin looked at Lin Gao's departing back, and a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Lin Gao would be so ungrateful.

"You're going to regret this, Lingao," Quentin whispered, his tone full of threat.

Lin Gao returned to the hotel and Emily was already waiting for him there.

"Mr. Lin, I have contacted several independent film distribution companies, and they all expressed their willingness to cooperate with us," said Emily.

"Very good." Lin Gao nodded. "Tell them that I want the highest share of the box office revenue, not a penny less."

"Yes." Emily agreed and turned to make arrangements.

Lin Gao sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.

Hollywood, you guys want to play, I'll keep you company till the end! Just then, Lin Gao's cell phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Lingao, I'm Spielberg."

An old voice came from the other end of the phone.

Lin Gao was stunned. Spielberg? Why would the godfather of Hollywood call him?
"Mr. Spielberg, what can I do for you?"

Lin Gao tried his best to keep a calm tone.

"I want to talk to you."

Spielberg sounded exhausted. "About your movie."

……

"Mr. Spielberg, is there anything I can help you with?" Lin Gao tried hard to make his voice sound less trembling.

This is Spielberg, the living fossil of Hollywood, the titan of the film industry! He actually called me personally?
"Lin, can I call you that?"

Spielberg's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of fatigue that was hard to conceal. "I know your situation is difficult now. Those guys in Hollywood are sometimes... well, not very rational."

Lin Gao sneered. Irrational? This is simply a naked ban!

"Mr. Spielberg, please speak frankly."

Lin Gao was getting a little impatient.

"Okay, Lin,"

Spielberg sighed, "I saw your movie, it's very good, full of a kind of...Oriental mystery that Hollywood has never had."

Lin Gao raised his eyebrows. What on earth was this old guy up to?

"I want to work with you, Lin."

Spielberg finally stated his purpose, "I believe that your film will be a huge success worldwide."

Lin Gao was silent. Spielberg's olive branch was undoubtedly a timely help, but he also understood that there is no such thing as a free lunch.

"Mr. Spielberg, what are your conditions?" Lin Gao asked directly.

"It's simple. I help you distribute the movie, and you give me a share of the box office."

Spielberg said, "Of course, I will do everything I can to help you break the Hollywood blockade."

Lin Gao sneered in his heart. As expected, just like Quentin, he was here for the box office.

"Mr. Spielberg, your proposal is very attractive, but I need time to consider it," said Ling Gao.

"Of course, Lin, I understand."

Spielberg's voice sounded sincere. "But I hope you can give me an answer as soon as possible. Time is precious in Hollywood."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Gao fell into deep thought.

The emergence of Spielberg undoubtedly provided him with an excellent opportunity, but it was also full of risks.

"Mr. Lin, what does Mr. Spielberg's call mean?" Emily asked cautiously.

"It means that those guys in Hollywood are starting to get scared."

Lin Gao sneered, "They are afraid that my movie will take away their market."

"Should we agree to it?" Emily asked.

"No rush," Lin Gao waved his hand, "Let him hang out for a few days and let him get anxious."

In the next few days, Lin Gao was not idle. He began to prepare for the shooting of the next movie.

This time, he chose another classic Chinese movie - "Infernal Affairs".

(End of this chapter)