The next day, Peter Jackson and the nervous Neil Bromkamp appeared as promised at a Hollywood restaurant.

No matter how bad Carl's reputation is, for Neil now, this is an opportunity that he cannot refuse. Compared with Wuming and having no money to make movies, what is the profit of being exploited by a vampire?

"They are here."

Neil, who was thinking about something, suddenly heard Peter speak, and looked in the direction Peter was indicating, and happened to see a middle-aged white man in a suit and a slightly fat figure standing next to a Maybach car with a smile on his face.

When Maybach opened the car door, he walked down a blond beauty wearing a small black suit with black tight narrow-legged pants and high heels.

South African diamond Charlize Salon.

To be honest, it was the first time that Neil saw Charlize Sellon's real person. He watched Charlize and the middle-aged white man with a hint of flattery on his face and walked into the restaurant. The bodyguards and everyone following him were indeed the "Venus of Hollywood", the goddess who perfectly blends beauty and mystery.

Charlize Theron is indeed very eye-catching. Blonde hair, with the coldest facial features and a big-name demeanor that can be kept in the crowd, and her big man, it is really difficult to drown her in the crowd.

"hello, Peter."

"Hi Charlize, you're so beautiful today."

"Thanks."

Charlize greeted Peter Jackson with a bright smile, and hugged her in a familiar way.

"Hi, Carl, you're losing weight again."

"Haha, Peter, you're fat again."

"Okay, you still hate it so much."

"Ha ha……"

A hint of surprise flashed across Neil's face as Peter, who was familiar with the vampire Carl, hugging and communicating with him.

"I'll introduce you to this. This is Neil Blomkamp, ​​a very talented director. He has filmed many short films before..."

"Hello, I'm Charlize Salon, I'm so happy to know you." Charlize smiled and reached out to shake Neil.

"Hello, I'm Neil Blomkamp, ​​I'm so happy to see you, I'm your fan."

"Thank you." Charlize heard too much about this kind of thing about it, especially when he met a livestock fan, which made his stomach bigger and his immunity to it was extremely great.

"Hello, Mr. Carl, I'm Neil Blomkamp."

"Hello." Carl just shook hands with Neil lightly, and there was not even too much expression on his face, which made Neil, who had a smile on his face look a little embarrassed.

"Everyone sit down and chat." Charlize also had a little understanding of Carl's character and his reputation for being difficult outside, but that was to the outside world. Carl greeted her with a smile from beginning to end.

During the subsequent conversation and lunch hours, neither Charlize nor Carl mentioned the content about the investment in "The Ninth District". Peter seemed to have forgotten it, nor did he mention it. Although Neil Bromkan was anxious, he still suppressed his anxiety and uneasiness. Especially after seeing Peter's hinting eyes, he slowly relaxed and joined in enjoying food and chatting.

Charlize Theron in real life seems much easier to get close to than on the screen and in photos. The halo of the Oscar winner did not make her wear a proud, unattainable old actor-style mask. The sexy and confident glory of "goddess" is reflected in her every move and smile, especially her warm smile like the warm afternoon sun is impressive. She is not aggressive or big-name. Neil Blomkan could not imagine that the "goddess" is so kind, considerate and comfortable.

When lunch was about to end, Carl, who was talking all kinds of funny jokes, was obviously pleasing Charlize Sailon, wiped his mouth with a napkin, his smile on his face was restrained, and his expression suddenly said to Neil: "I have read the script, it is very good, and it is very suitable for our "Universal Pictures" to explore the future, criticize evil, praise love, and praise heroic style. We invested in 30 million. The copyright and final editing rights belong to the focus company, right?"

Neil Blomkan, slightly stunned, heard Carl's question and frowned slightly. Just as he was about to say something, he was kicked twice by Peter Jackson at the bottom of the table. Then he sighed in his heart and nodded slightly.

Carl was very upset about Neil Blomkan's hesitation and a somewhat reluctant expression on his face. His lips raised, and a sneer appeared on his face. His eyes flashed with sharp light and stared at Neil and said, "You seem a little reluctant? It doesn't matter, I won't force it."

"Why are you reluctant? Don't get me wrong, I have no objection." Neil Blomkan squeezed out a smile on his face and responded hurriedly.

"Is that? Are you sure?" Carl smiled and said without waiting for the other party to answer. He said directly: "I know the importance of the final editing rights to every director, but you are not Peter, you are just a new director. So if you want power and respect, then show your full abilities, make this movie well, and become a big director. At that time, no one would make such a request to you. Now, you can only follow the rules of Hollywood!"

Hearing such straightforward words by Carl, Neil Blomkan's face changed slightly, but he soon felt relieved and nodded with a wry smile. Charlize and Peter were laughing at him as if he had heard nothing.

"The company will pay your screenwriter and director's salary, and there is no box office share, is it okay?"

"No."

"I, Charlize will be the producer of this film..." Carl said, looking at Peter Jackson, and continued with a smile: "Peter, since you are a newcomer who is your optimistic about, how about you? How about you become the producer?"

"Haha, is there a box office share?" Peter Jackson smiled.

"Of course, but not too many, and there are still multiple people who can share it. Otherwise, I will give you a salary of $1 million, how about it?"

"Haha, so generous?"

"Stop kidding, you are Peter Jackson, how about you?"

Peter Jackson looked at Neil beside him with a smile, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, I don't have a new project anyway, so I'll be a producer. However, I don't want salary and I want box office share. I believe the prospects for this movie will be good!"

Carl raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled without hesitation, "Haha, that's it."

As he said that, he turned to look at Neil, "If there is no other problem, you can sign a contract at Focus Company in the afternoon."

"Okay, since the cooperation has been achieved, we should have a drink to celebrate, Ma Zou Tafu!"

"bite"

"Ma Zou Tahufu!" ...

At about 3:30 in the afternoon, Carl drove to Little Versailles Palace, took the folder, got out of the car, stepped up the granite steps lightly, and greeted the butler who greeted him with a smile.

"Good afternoon, where is Mr. Smith?"

"Mr. Do exercise in the gym. Mr. has given you instructions before and asked you to go there directly. Please."

"Thank you. Please," Carl nodded with a smile, followed the butler, walked through the hall corridor, and towards the gym.

Walking into the gym, Carl saw Ivana doing yoga for pregnant women under the guidance of a female fitness coach and a female doctor. She greeted her with a smile on her face and said, "Good afternoon, Ivana."

"call"

"Good afternoon, Andy is inside..." Ivana saw that it was Carl, and after exhaling her breath, she smiled and greeted Carl.

"Okay, then I won't bother you." Carl nodded with a smile. To be honest, he was really scared to deal with Ivana. After saying hello, he walked inside and could clearly hear the sound of "bang bang bang" punching the sandbag.

"Swish swish swish swish swish swish"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Wearing only a pair of sports shorts, Andy, who was wrapped in white bandages on both fists, hit the sandbag with a heavy punch. The body of the streamlined muscles was covered with sweat, and under the light, it was more toned, shining like a marble sculpture.

Carl didn't say anything, interrupting Andy's rhythm, stood aside and waited quietly, knowing that Andy punched the sandbag and swung it to ninety degrees, flashed to the side, stopped, and then picked up the towel from the rest chair on the side and walked forward to hand it to Andy.

"Here, how are things going?" Andy took the towel, wiped off the sweat from his face, and asked casually.

"It went smoothly. Peter Jackson agreed to be the producer. Neil finally signed a contract with us for five dramas. I promised him that if the box office of "The Ninth District" can exceed 100 million, he will have the final editing rights from the second part, and he will happily agree."

"call"

Andy, who took a big sip of sports drinks, threw the bottle on the ground, and wiped the sweat from her neck and body with a towel, and said with a smile: "Give full use of Charlize's producer and Peter Jackson's supervisory identity, and promote it well, so that he can shoot faster, and it's best to be released before the New Year. This year, I want to make Universal Pictures' total box office ranked first."

"Then let's make some low-cost horror and comedy movies. Anyway, the girls from the new forces also need to hone their acting skills, show their faces and accumulate popularity. As long as one of the five movies is sold well, they will make it back." Carl's eyes rolled and he smiled and suggested.

Andy rolled his eyes in anger. Although it was a bad idea, it was not impossible. Don’t think that there were no bad movies in Hollywood. You should know that the annual production of movies in the United States is around 700 to 800, while the excellent movies are around 50 to 100. Other movies are either ignored or are bad!

It’s just that those huge number of bad movies are not visible when Americans complain about them, and the news will not be spread to other countries.
Chapter completed!