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Text Chapter 102: Go grab the money!

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    "Fatal mistake? What kind of fatal mistake is there in my movie?" Regarding Jean Renoir's words, Victor wanted to know the reason.  "Your movie should not be shot in the United States. No matter the characters or the tone of urban culture, no movie city in the United States can compare with France. If your movie is changed to a French style, it will definitely become a big hit.  Sell." Victor thought what this guy said made sense.  And it's exactly the same as my own thoughts.  He was very interested in Jean Renoir.  This is not only because the old man in front of him is a famous film master in the history of film, but more importantly, from the first moment they met, this old man made Victor feel that he was at odds with him.  ¡°In this world, it is not easy to find a guy who can correct your temper.  "It's better not to sell the painting. There are not many things worth cherishing in a lifetime." Victor said with a smile.  "To put it lightly, if he doesn't sell paintings, how can he repay the two hundred thousand US dollars in compensation?" Nicholas Schink had obviously guessed what Victor meant, adding fuel to the fire.  , Jean Renoir was an excellent director and an excellent painter, but in terms of human sophistication, he was no match for the two guys in front of him.  "Fucking Hollywood." Jean Renoir cursed.  "Jean, what are your plans?" Nicholas Schink asked.  "Sell your paintings, redeem yourself, and then leave this place. Originally, I wanted to go to England. Many film companies there are inviting me." Jean Renoir said: "But to be fair. British aesthetic tastes, especially in movies  I really can¡¯t praise my artistic pursuits, so I plan to go to New York or other cities to find a university teaching position.¡± Victor shook his head and walked to Jean Renoir and said.  Jean, I won¡¯t beat around the bush and get straight to the point. I¡¯ll pay back your $200,000 compensation, so you can come to our Legend Film Company.¡± Jean Renoir was not surprised at all when he heard this.  Instead, he looked at Victor meaningfully.  "What difference does it make? You redeemed it for me, and then I sold it to you. It's like running from the tiger's den to the wolf's den." Jean Renoir's words made Victor laugh and nod.  "Yes, Jean, what you said is absolutely correct. I am the boss of a film company, and I must recruit people either for fame or for money. I gave you 200,000 yuan to redeem my life, and naturally I hope you can bring it back to me.  It's worth the two hundred thousand dollars. I don't deny this at all. But the bigger reason why I let you come to Legend is that I hope to see you pick up the guide tube again and shoot your heart again.  "I don't want a master to become a teacher." "Don't say these nice things to me. Let me ask you, if I make a movie that doesn't make any money at all, will you still insist on doing it?"  Jean Renoir narrowed his eyes and looked at Victor.     This sentence.  When the question came to the point, even Nicholas Schink took a breath of cold air.  ¡°Jean Renoir was not a fool. He didn¡¯t believe Victor¡¯s repeated claims that he would make good movies regardless of financial interests.  There was silence in the room, and the atmosphere was very awkward.  "Hahaha." Victor chuckled and looked at Jean Renoir: "Jean, you can also pay for it. I allow it, but I have a request!" "Oh, I want to hear it." Jean Renoir  Very disbelieving.  "This requirement is that the movie you shoot must be the movie you really want in your heart! It must be a work that you put all your effort into." Victor stared at Jean Renoir and said.  "Are your words true?" Jean Renoir was really shocked now.  ¡°How could such a movie boss still exist in this world, especially in Hollywood?  A movie boss who has trouble getting along with money.  "Really. I will send someone to deliver the check for 200,000 yuan tomorrow. Then, you will be from our Legend Film Company." Victor stood up, laughed, and walked out of the door.  In the elevator.  Nicholas looked at Victor: "Are you serious?" "Do you think I'm joking?" Victor said.  ¡­ ¡°Jean Renoir is very talented, I admit it, but let me tell you, his movies are unlikely to make money¡­¡± Nicholas reminded Victor after leaving the house.  "I know this. Money is not what I care about." Victor said: "A film company, a truly great film company, in addition to money, art is equally important. I need such talents." "But Victor,  This two hundred thousand" Nicholas frowned at the pain.Head.  Victor also had a headache. He looked at the sky and said, "I'll grab it." These words made Nicholas Schink feel baffled.  Legend Film Company.  Victor's office.  Fat Bear Anthony was wearing a black suit and sat opposite Victor.  The Anthony in front of him was completely different from a few months ago.  A few months ago this guy was unshaven, disheveled and a scumbag.  But now, he is dressed in a well-dressed suit, his hair is neatly combed back with hair wax, he wears a huge gold ring on his finger, and he holds a Cuban cigar in his hand, which is filled with smoke, especially the coquettish rose pinned to his chest.  , completely changing the original rough atmosphere of Fat Bear.  It is said that a man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. This is true.  "Uncle Anthony, I need money now! I need money very much! You must get it for me!" Victor looked at Anthony with a completely commanding tone, without any bargaining.  "Need money? How much?" Anthony said calmly.  "Two hundred thousand dollars." Victor said every word.  Anthony put the cigar in his mouth, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke, covering his face.  "How much?" "Two hundred thousand dollars! Not a penny less!" Victor said.  Anthony stood up and chuckled: "I thought why bullshit was so important. You came here just for two hundred thousand dollars?" "Isn't this important?" Victor was dumbfounded by this guy.  Anthony took out his checkbook, wrote it, and threw it to Victor.  "Three hundred thousand dollars!?" Victor's eyes almost dropped to the floor.  ¡°If it¡¯s not enough, let¡¯s talk again.¡± Anthony coaxed.  "Where did you get so much money?" Victor was frightened when he saw Anthony like this, fearing that this bastard would do something without telling him.  "Don't worry, this money has not been stolen or robbed, it is entirely the result of labor." Anthony the Fat Bear chuckled, and then said: "You have been busy with movies during this period, and I have not been idle at all. Generally speaking, we spend a lot of money.  The Erluo family's life is much better now than before. Now, the general arms market in Los Angeles belongs to us. During these days, we have recruited three to four hundred people. From the beginning of the year to now, we have made more than 1 million.  "How much?" Victor was dumbfounded: "More than a million? In just a few months?"
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