"Cheers!"
On the way home, he also learned that Shirley Lansing was going to resign. It happened that today he would invite the tour team and Hollywood friends to have a real carnival celebration party. It was barely double happiness, and he was in a very happy mood. He led a group of people back The mansion will frequently toast.
This time the super-large banquet hall was almost full. There were bands and unruly young people, eating, drinking, dancing and socializing, and the waiters were constantly delivering wine. Except for the Snoopy dog who always complained about the boring party, try to make everyone satisfaction.
He was surrounded by people, leaned back and drank the glass of wine, then grabbed the glass in Mira's hand and drank it in one go.
"You can't touch cigarettes and alcohol now, you know? Don't be caught by me."
Drinking a bit fiercely, he inadvertently got a little drunk, and he smiled and put his chin on Mira's shoulder, and whispered a warning.
"I know." Mira agreed happily.
However, Song Ya began to gradually release her nature, and her other hand openly embraced the newly approached Hallie's waist.
It doesn't matter, everyone is accustomed to continue to make fun.
"You made the decision to adopt Caviezel and Nicole, right? aplus..."
Suddenly in a daze, he heard this somewhat familiar sentence coming from behind. He thought that the two old women were chasing home again, but was it wrong? It was a man's voice, and he turned his head, "Oh, it's Charles." It was Charles Fraser, the original author of Leng Shan.
These people were already enjoying the party before they came back, and Charles Fraser was also drunk.
However, his gaze fell directly on Jennifer Connelly, who was holding Charles Frazier’s arms. Today, this woman no longer wears the anti-human veil. The large swaths are so rich that people want to look away. Hard to complete.
"Don't talk about it here, Charles."
Jennifer Connelly was not drunk. He knew that it was inconvenient for outsiders to know that he had been involved in the Cold Mountain project, so he quickly stopped Charles Fraser from talking nonsense.
"Sorry, mine."
Charles Fraser reacted, "Shall we talk in private?" he invited.
"Ok. Mila, entertain my friends."
Song Ya left Mira, who was more responsible, and Hallie followed.
The four went out and stepped on the lawn.
"Aplus, I want to thank you formally." Charles Fraser said.
"It doesn't matter, you got what you want, right?"
After all, the foundation of drinking was in, and the wind blew suddenly sober, Song Ya smiled lightly.
"Yes I got what I wanted."
The starring lineup basically implemented his own will. Although writers are generally very emotional, it would be too much to be dissatisfied.
Both women listened to the man silently and wittily.
"but……"
Sure enough, ‘but’ may be late but will definitely come, Charles Fraser said: "I still have a very big worry aplus in my heart, I'll just say it..."
"Please say."
"You know, Leng Shan's book reflects a lot of the atrocities of the Northern Army. There are some conservatism in her core. Hollywood, which is popular with liberalism, has always been very good at deconstructing these things. They like to tell the white people in the countryside. The tragic story is bought, the copyright is taken over, and then it is deliberately made into a vulgar, shallow, nondescript film, deconstructing what the author really wants to express."
Charles Fraser said, "And this is what the Atlantic Monthly and I worry about most."
"I am a young mixed-race, I don't understand these Charles, you should talk to Yeremov."
What the **** is the white man’s tragedy during the Civil War? Song Ya didn’t want to discuss conservatism with him, “Yes, I heard about your dispute over casting, and I can’t deny that I made some decisions. But that’s just because the a+ studio has to invest a lot of money in this project. , And that company happened to be mine."
"Don't pretend to be a fool, you know, you won the Oscar for best adapted screenplay, and you can even pass the top law school."
Charles Frazier, who has just stepped into the upper class with his debut novel, doesn’t speak too tactfully, nor does he want to talk about drama or literature. “Knowing why, Atlantic Monthly and I finally agreed to let your film company shoot this movie. Drama?"
"Because of what?"
"You posted on the Internet back then, about the different reaction of conservatives and liberals when the car broke down and parked on the side of the road for help, so we all agreed that you are actually someone who has already realized the hypocrisy of the liberals, at least part of your heart. Guys who agree with conservatism."
Charles Fraser raised his hands, palms outwards, "Of course we know that you have to stand on your current position for various reasons. You don't have to agree with me, we just need to understand each other."
People of true culture have amazing acumen, Song Ya shrugged, "Seriously, I was just mad at Oprah."
"Puff." Hallie laughed beside him.
And Jennifer Connery quietly poked Charles Fraser's waist with his finger.
"Well, stop talking about this."
Charles Fraser also knew that he was too sensitive to talk about the common language of conservatism with his richest black man, and he smiled bitterly.
The December night in California was still a bit cold, and the four fell into a short silence, and Jennifer Connelly and Halle unanimously began to block the wind flowing into the evening clothes with their hands.
Charles Fraser didn't notice this, he began to appreciate the scenery very literally.
Song Yake didn't let go of the chance to play a gentleman, took off his suit and put it on Hallie, and then glared at Jennifer Connelly who looked over with a smile.
"Ugh!"
Charles Fraser sighed and looked up at the moon.
Jennifer Connelly started rubbing the goose bumps on his arm with his hands, and quietly stared at this side for help.
Song Ya shook the shirt fabric, indicating that there was nothing to take off.
Hallie helped her pinch herself.
"So what do you... want, Charles?" Song Ya broke the silence.
"Can you do me another favor? Leave me a place when the whole film is finalized, or the professional that Atlantic Monthly finds, Leng Shan is my child, I really don’t want to see her cut into something I don’t know. Look like."
Charles Fraser said: "Yelemov, Daniel, Touchstone Pictures and the director disagree, but we think you should be willing to help, just as a tacit understanding between us."
"What!? No!"
Put you in the editing room, what should I do if I have to wield big scissors? And this request is too much. He is not making money by paying money. In order to win the popular best-selling book Lengshan from Universal and other companies, the film adaptation license fee is record-breaking, and the chief screenwriter's high salary...
Everyone wanted more when they saw the opportunity. Adam Song refused, "This is not compliant Charles ~www.mtlnovel.com~Yes, Hollywood's final editing rights are almost forbidden by the publishing company, except for those leading directors... "Jennifer Connelly intimately helped persuade.
"It's just that easy..." Hallie also helped.
"But what about you aplus? I heard you got it early." Charles Fraser asked.
"That's different, don't expect this." Song Ya shook his head, but he has contributed money and apocalypse behind his back. The issuing company is of course willing to compromise with small risks.
"Okay, I understand." Charles Fraser continued to sigh, "Thank you aplus anyway, so can you please help us stare?"