Chapter 954? I Don’t Understand, I’m Not Interested

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"Why are you angry? Don't be angry, go."

Song Ya suddenly opened her scarlet eyes, lowered her head and buried herself in the neck of Harley who was hugged in her arms, and groaned. The sharp fangs cut through the blood vessels, and the warm and fresh human blood made him distorted, fierce, and ferocious. His face gradually calmed down, and then a faint expression of enjoyment appeared.

Harley let out a terrified and shrill howl. She flung her hands and feet and tried to struggle a few times, but soon lost the strength to resist, her whole body was limp, and her head drooped powerlessly.

Biting tightly, sucking greedily, Song Ya didn't care until she was 'full', then pushed away the unconscious woman, bared her blood red teeth and slowly got up, letting the sticky blood drip from the corners of her mouth, one left and one right He moved his neck, and his eyes were concentrated in fighting spirit.

"Very good, very good! This one is over!"

Zack Schneider shouted happily: "Prepare for the next game." There were sparse applause behind him.

'Googoo...spit! '

Song Ya took the water handed by Taraji and frantically rinsed his mouth. He recognized the applauding screenwriter David Goyer, as well as the president of Marvel Studios Sals and the original painter Gene Curran, Yeremov As a companion, he waved to them.

"Today my role is gone, you continue to be busy."

Smiling, he bumped a fist with Harry who was sitting up, and then walked towards David Goyer and others shirtless, "Yo! Is everything okay?" He noticed that there was a photographer who was responsible for recording the short film, so He restrained himself a little, and hugged several people separately.

"You..." Sals pointed to his face and asked with a smile, "How does blood taste?"

"oh."

Song Ya took the towel that Taraji handed over and wiped the blood casually, "This is specially made by the crew. It's sweet and has a honey taste. Do you want to try it? Be warned in advance, the taste is very ordinary."

"Hahaha, forget it."

Everyone pays attention to what they say in front of the shoulder-mounted camera lens. When they talk about the green screen that is hung in the upper half of the studio, Song Ya also explains to them the lens. This is because according to the plot design, this is the headquarters of the Vampire Presbyterian Church. , Industrial Light and Magic will fill the green screen with magnificent Gothic architectural CG.

Soon, Zack Snyder asked for silence, so everyone shut up and watched the next scene.

According to the plot,

The blade warrior played by Song Ya was tortured to the brink of death by the villain. The heroine Harley who quietly came to rescue took the initiative to dedicate herself to let the half-human and half-vampire him drink his own blood to recover his superpowers, and then went out to beat the villain violently.

Now in episode order, a close-up shot of Harley passing out.

As an R-rated film, it’s impossible not to show off its sex appeal. The earthy and conservative scientist Harley will travel less and less in the opening scene. By the time of this episode, it’s already a vacuum vest and leggings. Photography The teacher straddled her body in a 'coma', and the camera slid slowly along the graceful undulating curve at a very close distance.

"Card!" Zack Schneider seemed dissatisfied, and walked over to discuss with the photographer.

Makeup and styling took the opportunity to help Harley modify the bite marks on her neck and replenish the blood flowing out, and the entire crew was running in an orderly manner.

"APLUS, go out and talk?" David Goyer asked.

"OK."

A group of people threw away the footage of the short film and walked outside the studio. Sals began to ask questions frequently. What he cared most about was when the movie would be released.

"Two choices, the Halloween file in 1997, or the summer file." Song Ya replied: "I personally still prefer the summer file, and I am trying my best to win it from the publisher Universal."

Dance Out of My Life sold more than 130 million in the summer file, and the cat and mouse game continued from the Thanksgiving schedule to the next year's Oscars ceremony, and the global box office was only more than 180 million. Good summer." Sars agreed, "Hopefully?" he asked.

Song Ya replied: "It's okay, Catherine told me that Universal may use Blade Warrior to take over Spielberg's Jurassic Park sequel: The Lost World."

"Isn't Halloween available this year?" David Goyer asked.

"No, ILM's special effects production takes a long time." Yeremov shook his head.

Marvel people know a little about special effects production, "It's enough for us to draw ten comics, purely hand-painted." Gene Curran complained not without envy.

"Fewer people buy comics now, and they all go to watch blockbuster special effects movies." Sars sighed.

The main purpose of their visit this time is to sell Black Panthers to Song Ya. Marvel has been rumored to be bankrupt until now, and this year it is probably going to go bankrupt. Not to mention that Yeremov and Catherine didn't plan to give them much income at all.

"I don't have this idea for the time being, at least I have to wait until Blade Runner is released to see the situation."

I don’t understand, I’m not interested, Song Ya refused again. Even buying Blade Warrior, she was pushed to this point step by step by Yeremov and Catherine. The production cost is almost 40 million, and there is no Apocalypse, I don't know if I will win or lose, what annoyance!

"Perhaps you'll like our other vampire hero, Morbius?"

"What about Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow, Deadpool, Iron Fist, Ant-Man, Punisher, Humanoid?"

It seems that Marvel really can't make it through, and it seems to be jumping off a building for a big sale.

"Black Widow?" Song Ya shook her head like a rattle, and asked only when she heard this word.

"Black widows are white, boss." Yeremov knew he didn't read comics.

"Oh, by the way, isn't there a Poison Ivy Girl?" Song Ya remembered Harley cosplaying Poison Ivy Girl when she attended the makeup party, maybe she would like it.

"Poison Ivy is a hero of DC." Salth rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, Sals, maybe you have read the financial news not long ago, and I am also experiencing a financial crisis here." Song Yana dismissed with an excuse.

This excuse is very useful, and Thralls no longer pesters, "Well, anyway, we are looking forward to the finished film of Blade Warrior, and I believe you will not let us down APLUS."

"Don't worry, we are shooting strictly according to David's script." Song Ya pointed to David Goye and smiled.

"Well, then we won't bother you."

Who doesn't know that Marvel is looking for a job everywhere, and Sals and others hurriedly went to find the next big guy, "Hmph, if I'm a big guy, we'll still treat you like that!" Song Ya looked at their backs and sneered, "It's just right for you to go bankrupt. If you turn around and kill your box office share, you will be even more powerless to resist."

"Marvel stock is cheap right now," Yeremov laughed.

"It's not that simple."

The tycoon Perelman and the wolf of Wall Street, Carl Icahn, are frantically fighting for the control of Marvel. The stocks are cheap but there are very few outstanding shares, and new players will be fired immediately when they enter the market.

This year is a big bull market, and Carl Icahn is enjoying a bright future. Perelman, who is more inclined to industry, also took advantage of the general election year when Deputy Commander Al Gore ignored him, and listed the cosmetics giant Revlon under his control. Soon, the market value broke through. billion mark. With this money, he also survived the crisis. According to Fujibi's calculations, his personal assets this year have improved greatly compared to last year, and will probably exceed 4 billion again, although compared with the nearly 6 billion net worth at the peak, he still has a lot of money. There is not a small gap.

It's not normal for Marvel's stock price to be so low. Those two old Wall Street villains with enough silver bullets are playing capital games and want to go private. It's just that the current situation is evenly matched and stalemate. Who dares to play with them? When the time comes, I don’t even know how I was cheated.

Song Ya doesn't understand comics, but has always maintained a high degree of attention to the capital market, "Oprah got the right to adapt the novel?" He is more concerned about this.

"Of course I got it, Ho! A budget of 80 million..."

Yeremov shook his head again and again in amazement, "Is it convincing to lose? Boss."

"Hmph, it won't be too late to be convinced after her movie sells well."

After all, she lost for a while, Song Ya compared her heart to heart, Oprah, just like herself, just entered the Mi Rich List last year, and it is estimated that it has also inflated. Projects with a budget of 80 million, let alone art films, commercial blockbusters are very difficult to get back. All right?

"I'm patient. I'll see a good show in 1998." He sneered.

"Hey, you teamed up with Jodie Foster, not to mention Oprah, the top seven in Hollywood will be in a panic. Both of your visions for picking movies have been proven by successful cases."

Yeremov flattered, "Boss, look, our team is all assembled, isn't it good to just disperse without doing anything? Jodie Foster still has the right to adapt a 'Memoirs of the Bangkok Palace Six Years'" ...she asked us if we would like to continue."

"Bangkok... doesn't sound very auspicious." Song Ya complained.

"auspicious?"

"Aren't the financial media all talking about Thailand's economic bubble now? They say their economy is about to collapse, and they should pay more attention to Yeremov, the world outside of Hollywood, and now they want me to shoot the Bangkok palace..."

Song Ya sent him away, went back to the dressing room to pick up the LSAT test practice book, concentrated on doing the questions, and waited for Halle to get off work by the way.

"Boss, Northern Trust's five million loan is about to be burned by 3DFX." The assistant teacher Jimmy came in and reported, "What should I do?"

"Shxt! One day in the future, I will burn paper money for those three guys!" Song Ya cursed.

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