Chapter 1290 Another Game

Text Chapter 1290: Another game

In the morning, the Malibu Villa, still standing stubbornly on the coastal cliff, ushered in the first ray of sunshine again. The neatly bundled curtains were blown by the gentle sea breeze, like a bulging white gauze balloon. He was lying on his back on the bed, sleeping soundly in an unsightly posture.

'Ring ring ring...'

The rapid ringtone broke the silence, and the two turned over slightly at the same time, whispering, and the man reached for the alarm clock by the bed, fumbling to find the button.

'Ring ring ring...'

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

"Looking for you..." He pushed the woman beside him to wake up, and handed her the microphone.

"What's the matter?" The woman yawned and complained, "Oh!" She woke up instantly after listening to the explanation on the other end of the phone, looked up at the time, "Legs!" Then hung up the phone hastily and pushed the man's thigh away, neatly get up.

"Is something wrong? It's so early..."

The man who was still lying on the bed opened his eyes a little, and grinningly harassed the woman who was bending over and jumping on the side of the bed with his toes with his toes.

"Come on, I'm going to Whitney today to rehearse with her performance for the Oscars."

The woman dodged and trot into the bathroom of the master bedroom.

"So early?" The man raised his voice.

"Well, the rehearsal time is very tight..." The woman replied with the sound of the faucet.

"Don't mess around with Whitney... Did you notice? She wasn't in the right shape last night. Rumor has it that both she and her husband smoked..."

"Tch! I know in my heart that ten years in the entertainment industry is not for nothing."

"Um."

In this regard, the man is very relieved of her, and the conversation is over.

After washing up, I went out to ask the assistant and makeup artist to help me tidy up the styling. After a long time, when the woman came back to the bedroom neatly and beautifully with her Concubine Diana bag on her arm, the man had already curled up and fell asleep again.

"Hmph... sleep like a dead pig!"

The woman walked to the bed, rubbed the man's hair, leaned her elbows on the head of the bed, and stared at his sleeping face with her chin up close, then pouted and left a lipstick mark on the other's cheek before leaving.

A few minutes later, the sound of a car engine came from outside the small seaside villa.

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

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

"Where are you going?" Old Mike was having breakfast.

"Burbank! My film company."

After the a+ movie studio moved out of the rented office in Universal Studios, Yeremov chose a Burbank placement company closer to the Disney headquarters, which was also rented and occupied an entire floor of a small office building.

"Hello, this is Cochran Law Firm..."

"Hello, Cochrane, is he all right?"

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

"Hello, we all know each other."

"This is from Burbank..."

"Hello."

At present, the main work of a+ film studio is not to make movies, but to fight the Titanic account sharing lawsuit with Fox Films. The benefits are too great, and a small half of the floor space is reserved for the lawyers, accountants and related staff who come to work on site.

In the big conference room, Yeremov helped introduce one by one, Song Ya shook hands and sat down at the end of the conference table, "Sit down, everyone knows, I am very busy, so...how is it going now?"

Fox Films made up its mind to renege on the bill, so it would naturally not be easy to deal with. Song Ya roughly understood the relevant situation after the tight meeting process, "So... the lawsuit will definitely drag on for a long time?"

"Yes." The pge lawyer who led the lawsuit nodded.

"Okay!" Song Ya clapped her chin, "That's all for now, thank you for your hard work,

Let's keep working hard! "

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

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

"Let's go!"

Follow Yeremov 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 Fraser, the debut adaptation, the first child, that guy has extremely high requirements for the project, and it is very necessary to fully restore the style of the times on the road of service Slow work and meticulous work, such as hand-made clothes, finding or making antique firearms, etc...

Even though practical photography technology has been invented for a long time during the Civil War, the United States has countless historical pictures for reference, and Hollywood has a lot of experience in shooting related themes, but there is no upper limit to excellence, and a problem in one link will cause a lot of overruns.

It cost a lot of money to restore the realistic scenes of the War of Independence, which caused the actor Al Pacino to stop acting for nearly four years, and the end of the throwing away was naturally even more tragic.

So when I came here today, apart from other purposes, Song Ya also planned to share some words with Charles Fraser in person.

"Ms. Kingsley?"

From a distance, I saw an old woman in very homely clothes 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 that it was the Liangtang couple, Charis, Fergie and others Pai Kingsley, the agent.

"Hello, aplus, I'll come with Nicole."

Pay attention to the official account: the base camp of book friends, pay attention to get cash and coins!

"Hello."

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

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

Natasha Kinski, who needed to lose weight, did not lose weight either. According to the requirements of the adapted script, the man Natasha Kinski went to war outside, and the orphan and widow stayed at home to live a difficult and frightened female number three. As if she could be blown away by the wind, she is still far away.

Nicole Kidman's slimming requirements are a little more relaxed than Natasha Kinski's, but she looks basically the same as the last time I met, and unlike the melancholy hostess, she is obviously in a good mood and is reading lines, from Joy radiates inside and out. It seems that because Liang Tang's Mission: Impossible II was turned on, the two separated. Not long ago, she was secretly photographed by a tabloid shopping alone happily, and she was a different person from when she was standing next to Liang Tang.

"Shall we go in and say hello?" Yeremov invited Kingsley.

"No, I didn't expect you to come to Aplus." Pai Kingsley adjusted the loose sweater on his body, "Sorry, I'm old, and I like to wear whatever is comfortable if I don't socialize."

"It's okay, so am I." Song Ya waved his hand.

"Do you have time to talk alone first?"

"Uh... alright."

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

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

Pakinsley said: "This is beyond the bounds. There are some things their own people can say, but it's better not to talk to outsiders. It's not good, and it's not good for you. The conflict between you and him has intensified to the next level. One level is also detrimental to the Cold Mountain project."

What if they are Brahmins? If I said it, would I be presumptuous? Even if there is actually a hindrance, it has nothing to do with me, Song Ya immediately put on a straight face, "Don't talk about Ms. Kingsley, you can't talk about such things, I won't spread those... 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..." Pai Kingsley was under a lot of pressure from him, and quickly explained, "Conflicts between tycoons sometimes make us suffer, you know me Aplus, if I didn’t think our relationship is really good, I wouldn’t give you these extra advice.”

"Then I'll give you a piece of advice. It's still too late to back down. Anyway, the production team has not started the production until now."

Song Ya warned sternly, "Look at how happy your client is inside, if you don't know, you may think she is rehearsing a comedy!"

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

"Our lawsuit with Amerika Music.com is completely pointless!"

The Jewish barrister of the top law firm representing the case said in a high-pitched voice: "They deleted the pirated files uploaded by users before the Digital Millennium Act was passed, and abided by the relevant laws and regulations. Mr. Man!"

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

"Heh, the reason I pay you is to win, otherwise you won't be worth the money..." Little Bronfman sneered, "Whether it makes sense or not is up to me, not you."

"Then you should hire someone else!" 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 shouted domineeringly: "I am riaa!"

"Hehe, is that so? I don't think so." The barrister sneered.

"It's ok to say a few words!" Doug Morris also helped the boss glared at each other.

Ron Meyer, president of Universal Pictures, watched coldly from the sidelines. After the rumors of Deutsche Bank spread, he clearly felt that the elites of the same ethnic group were gradually becoming fond of 'offending' their bosses, such as the top financial media contributors who had long since died down. When asked about the pros and cons of Universal's several acquisitions last year, he returned to the previous state of cynicism after the US TV network sale.

The boss sat there angrily, without saying a word, and needles could be heard in the meeting room.

"Well……"

It was Doug Morris who bit the bullet and broke the deadlock again, "Didn't you tell me before the meeting that you have a better goal? The success rate of getting a case is ten times that of a lawsuit against the American music website?"

"Yes, this."

The barrister professionally asked his subordinates to take out a slide presentation, "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, and they have obtained the big The company's venture capital has a large user base of pirated versions, and the web version immediately became a hard-hit area for free sharing... No, they are professional in this. Let's sue this company instead, and each case will be accurate, a good case close at hand."

Everyone in the conference room looked at Bronfman Jr., but he was still sulking, "Remember the last time you swore to me the same thing? Against the American music website."

"That's before they delete all the pirated data, they would rather honestly lose a large number of users and visits to strictly abide by the rules... It's not easy, their parent company lost a huge market value as a result, and missed the opportunity to get rid of competitors such as Quanmusic.com final window period."

After the barrister's defense, he said, "If it's because of some personal issue, I think you've achieved your goal, haven't you, Mr. Bronfman."

"Wow, you..."

Fu Sandai was not on the same circuit at all, looked at the other party and sneered: "Which side is it?"

"I can't keep up with this damn case!"

The barrister was also furious, got up and stuffed the documents into the briefcase.

Fu Sandai stared at him, knowing that the other party was reluctant to leave. Sure enough, Ron Meyer stopped the barrister and sat down with his subordinates again. He shook his head and smiled secretly.

"It's unreasonable, right?"

Ron Meyer asked: "The nap you just said..."

"napster."

"If Napster is really easy to be sued, 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 take any responsibility, but that is sophistry, which obviously violates the red flag principle, and provides tools for users to convert CD audio tracks into mp3 format and provide platform for users to upload, retrieve and download works…”

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

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

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

"Hi 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 wrong?"

He is not happy to look back.

"I got it." Hayden's expression was very serious. He patted the briefcase tightly in his arms, and the glasses reflected the sunlight outside the window.

"Sorry..." Song Ya had no choice but to exit the door the same way, "Gotty gave it to you?" He whispered in Hayden's ear.

"yes."

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