Chicago 1990

The first thousand two hundred and ninety chapters start another round

In the morning, the Malibu Villa, still stubbornly standing on the coastal cliffs, received the first rays of sunshine. The neatly bundled curtains were blown by the gentle sea breeze, like a bulging white gauze balloon. The men and women were there. The bed was leaning on all sides, sleeping soundly in an unsightly posture.

"Ling Ling Ling..."

The hurried ringtone broke the silence, and the two turned over and whispered slightly. The man reached out to the alarm clock by the bed and fumbled for the button.

"Ling Ling Ling..."

The bell was still ringing, and the man who was reluctant to open his eyes frowned, "Hello?" He picked up the landline microphone again, and the annoying sound finally stopped.

"It's for you..." He woke up the woman next to him and plugged the microphone into her.

"What's the matter?" The woman yawned and complained, "Oh!" After listening to the explanation on the other side of the phone, she immediately became sober, looked up to see the time, "legs!" Then hung up the phone hurriedly and pushed the man's thigh away, neatly. get up.

"Is something wrong? So early..."

The man who was still lying on the bed opened a gap in his eyes, grinned and harassed the woman with his back to him with his toes, who was bending over by the bed and jumping at the woman in panties.

"Don't make trouble, I'm going to Whitney today to rehearse with her performance for the Oscars."

The woman avoided and ran into the master bathroom.

"So early?" The man raised his voice.

"Well, the rehearsal time is very tight..." the woman replied with the sound of a splashing tap.

"Don't play around with Whitney... have you noticed? Her condition was a bit wrong last night, it is rumored that she and her husband both smoked..."

"Hey! I know in my heart that the ten-year show business is not for nothing."

"Ok."

At this point, the man was very relieved of her, and the conversation ended.

After washing up, I went out to let the assistant and makeup artist help to clean up the styling. After a long time, when the woman returned to the bedroom with her Diana bag and dressed up neatly, the man had already curled up to sleep again.

"Hmm... Sleeping like a dead pig!"

The woman walked to the bed, rubbed the man's hair, put her elbow on the head of the bed, looked at his sleep at close range, then pouted and left a lipstick mark on the other's cheek before leaving.

A few minutes later, the sound of car engines came from outside the small beach villa.

Song Ya opened his eyes instantly, got out of bed and ran to the floor-to-ceiling window. The ex-wife's nanny car just drove out of the gate under the **** of two other cars one after the other.

He rushed to wash up, quickly picked up his hands and feet in a few minutes, put on a suit on his body and went out, "Mike, let's go too."

"Where?" Old Mike was eating breakfast.

"Burbank! My film company."

After the a+ film studio moved away from the rented office space in Universal Studios, Yeremov chose the Burbank resettlement company, which is closer to Disney's headquarters, and also rented it, occupying the entire floor of a small office building.

"Hello, this is from Cochrane Law Firm..."

"Hello, is Cochrane in good health?"

"This is the Los Angeles partner of pge law firm..."

"Hello, I know everyone."

"This is from Burbank..."

"Hello there."

At present, the main job of the a+ film studio is not actually making movies, but a splitting lawsuit with Fox Pictures. The benefits are too great, and the small half-floor space is reserved for the lawyers, accountants and related staff who come to work on site.

In the large conference room, Yeremov introduced them one by one. Song Ya shook hands and sat down at the end of the conference table, "Sit down, you know, I'm very busy, so...how is it going now?"

If Fox Pictures made up its mind to relinquish the bill, it would naturally not be easy to deal with. Song Ya probably understood the relevant situation after the intensive meeting process, "So...the lawsuit will definitely drag on for a long time?"

"Yes." Attorney Pge, who led the lawsuit, nodded.

"Ok!" Song Ya slapped his chin, "That can only be done for the time being, thank you for your hard work, let us continue to work hard!"

His big boss gave a few words of encouragement at the party. After sending people out, he looked at his watch and scratched his head.

"Boss, the main creator of Lengshan is holding a script meeting over there, do you want to go over and say hello?" Yeremov understood him well.

"Let's go!"

Following Yeremov, walked to another small rehearsal room. Although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, this place can also be used as an audition room when the casting scale is not large.

A large part of the reason for the postponement of the start of Cold Mountain comes from the original author and chief screenwriter Charles Frazier, the first child adapted from the debut, and the guy has extremely high requirements for the project, and it is very necessary to completely restore the style of the times on the road of service. Work slowly and do meticulous work, such as making clothes by hand, looking for or making antique firearms, etc...

Even though practical photographic technology has been invented for a long time during the Civil War, countless historical pictures that can be used for reference remain in the U.S., and Hollywood's experience in shooting related themes is also abundant, but there is no upper limit for excellence, and a problem in one link will cause a lot of overspending.

In the past four years that led to the filming of the actor Al Pacino, it cost a lot to restore the realistic scenes of the independence war, and the fate of the fight was naturally more tragic.

So come here today, in addition to other purposes, Song Ya also intends to personally share some words with Charles Fraser.

"Ms. Kingsley?"

From a distance, I saw a very homely dressed old woman standing at the door of the rehearsal room and looking in. Song Ya almost didn't recognize it. He hesitated and walked closer before recognizing the couple, Charis, Fergie and others. 'S agent Pai Kingsley.

"Hello, aplus, I will come with Nicole."

Pay attention to the public account: book friends base camp, pay attention to send cash and coins!

"Hello there."

The two shook hands, Song Ya took the opportunity to look inside. Nicole Kidman, Jennifer Connery and Natasha Kinsky were all there. As for the other men, including the director Tony Scott, he automatically filtered it out. Xue Linfen went to Ireland to supervise the construction of the location.

Three scheming bitches, really, he found that until now Jennifer Connelly didn't seem to gain much weight, but his face was rounder, and his shoulders became thicker.

Natasha Jinsky, who needed to lose weight, did not lose weight. According to the requirements of the adaptation script, the man Natasha Jinsky was fighting outside. As if she could be blown away by the wind, she was still far away.

Nicole Kidman’s weight-loss requirements are a little looser than Natasha Kinsky, but it looks basically the same as the last time I met, and is different from the melancholic hostess. She is obviously in a good mood reading her lines, from There was a ray of joy from the inside out. It seems that because Liangtang’s Mission Impossible II turned on, the two separated. Not long ago, she was secretly photographed by the tabloids shopping happily alone, unlike when she was standing next to Liangtang.

"Would you like to go in and say hello together?" Yeremov invited Kingsley.

"No, I didn't expect you to come to aplus." Perkinsley sorted out the loose-fitting sweater on his lower body. "Sorry, I'm getting older. If I don't socialize, I would like to wear it comfortably."

"It's okay, me too." Song Ya waved his hand.

"Do you have time to talk alone first?"

"Uh... well."

Yeremov would definitely keep his itinerary secret, and it was unfortunate that he was caught by her.

"I heard some rumors in Hollywood about the Bronfman family. Forgive me for talking. I don't think you should spread the gossip about borrowing German money, even if you hate Mr. Bronfman again in your heart."

Paikinsley said: "This is beyond the boundary, and there are some things they can say about themselves, but it is best for outsiders not to arbitrarily add beaks. This is not good, and it is not good for you. The contradiction between you and him has intensified to the next level. One aspect is also detrimental to the Lengshan project."

What about they are Brahmins? I arrogant after I said it? Even if it is really obstructive, it has nothing to do with me. Song Ya immediately scowled, "Don't talk about Ms. Kingsley of Shiraz, this kind of thing can't be said nonsense, so I won't go to tell...I I'm not interested in any bank loans at all, and I just heard about it."

"Sorry, I'm just worried about the future of Nicole and Charis..." Pakinsley was so stressed by him that he quickly explained, "The conflicts between tycoons sometimes make us suffer. You know I am a person. My character aplus, if we don’t think our relationship is really good, I won’t give you these extra advice."

"Then I will also give you a piece of advice. It's still too late to retreat. Anyway, the crew hasn't started up until now."

Song Ya sternly warned, "Look at the way your client is happy inside, and people who don't know thought she was rehearsing a comedy!"

At Universal Studios at the same time, the young Bronfman was still conscientiously presiding over the marathon meeting, and the atmosphere was quite tense.

"Our lawsuit with the American Music website is completely meaningless!"

The Jewish barrister at the top law firm who represented the case said in a high tone: “They deleted the pirated files uploaded by users privately before the passage of the Digital Millennium Act. They abide by the relevant laws and regulations. We can’t get the verdict you expected. Mr. Man!"

"Don't get excited..." Doug Morris advised him.

"Oh, I pay you to win, otherwise you are not worth the money..." Little Bronfman sneered, "I have the final say, not you."

"Then please be smart!" The barrister said directly, "Oh, yes, the subject of the lawsuit that hired me is actually the Riaa Recording Industry Association. Don't forget."

Little Bronfman was so angry that he roared domineeringly: "I am riaa!"

"Haha, is it? I don't think so." The barrister also sneered.

"Say a few words ok!" Doug Morris also helped the boss glaring at each other.

Ron Meyer, President of Universal Pictures, was watching with a cold eye. After the Deutsche Bank rumors spread, he clearly felt that the same ethnic elites are gradually becoming like to'offend' their own bosses, such as the top financial media writers who died early. When asked about the pros and cons of Universal's acquisitions last year, it returned to the state of cynicism after the previous US TV network sale.

The boss sat angrily with his hands, and said nothing, the needle in the meeting room could be heard.

"Uh……"

It was Doug Morris who bit his scalp to break the deadlock again, "Didn't you tell me that you have a better goal before the meeting? The success rate of getting a precedent is ten times that of a lawsuit against America music website?"

"Yes, this."

The barrister asked his subordinates to take out a slide show professionally, "This is the website launched this month, from napster, a newly established Internet company. In fact, the beta version of his client was already running at the end of last year. The company’s venture capital has a huge base of pirated users, and the web version immediately became a hard-hit area for free sharing... No, they are professionally doing this. Let’s sue this company, and a good precedent. Right in front of you."

Everyone in the conference room looked at Little Bronfman, but he was still sulking, "Remember the last time you promised me the same thing? For the American music website."

"Before they delete all pirated data, they would rather lose a large number of users and follow the rules. It is not easy. As a result, the market value of their parent company has lost a huge amount, and they have missed out on competitors such as Quan Music Sites. The last window period."

After the barrister's defense, the meaning said: "If it is because of a personal problem, I think you have achieved your goal, haven't you? Mr. Bronfman."

"Wow, you..."

The rich three generations were not on the same circuit at all, and looked at the other party and sneered: "Which side is it?"

"I can't follow the **** case anymore!"

The barrister also exploded ~www.ltnovel.com~ and got up and stuffed the documents into his briefcase.

The rich three generations stared at him, knowing that the other party was reluctant to leave. Sure enough, Ron Meyer helped to stop the barrister and sat down with his men again. He shook his head and smiled in his heart.

"This is unreasonable, right?"

Ron Meyer asked: "What nap did you just say..."

"Napster."

"If napster is really easy to be sued, then why do big venture capital firms invest money in it?" Ron Meyer asked.

"Their reason is that they use the end-to-end network transmission technology of p2p users, so the website itself does not bear any responsibility, but that is sophistry and obviously violates the red flag principle, and provides tools for users to convert CD audio tracks into mp3 format and provide them A platform for users to upload, retrieve and download works..."

The barrister explained, "Sophistry will help them prolong the litigation time, but the final result will inevitably be lost. I guarantee my career."

Ron Meyer, Doug Morris and others looked at the boss.

"In that case, it's very simple, just start another round." Little Bronfman waved impatiently and made a decision.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen..."

Back in Burbank, Song Ya dealt with Kingsley, and just walked into the rehearsal room to say hello, "Boss?" He was stopped by Hayden who suddenly appeared at the door.

"what's happenin?"

He turned his head unhappy.

"Got it." Hayden's expression was serious. He patted the briefcase he was holding tightly in his arms, his spectacles reflecting the sunlight outside the window.

"Sorry..." Song Ya had to exit the door the same way, "Godi gave it to you?" asked in a low voice in Hayden's ear.

"Yes."

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