"Is the sequel in our hands?"
In Los Angeles, Universal President Simberg was also watching. He asked the producer who was in charge of the follow-up project.
"Yes, the box office exceeded 30 million, and A+ Film Studio automatically renewed a sequel with us, more than 60 million two." The producer replied: "These two goals seem to be achieved."
"APLUS knows how to make use of its own advantages. It turned the whole movie into a large MV, full of youth, no lack of romantic links, happy ending, and a very compact narrative structure. That's enough."
Catherine’s husband, who was by the side, said: “As a singer movie, it’s definitely not a bodyguard, but it’s no problem to finish Jenny Jackson’s poem, Justin. MJ’s sister produced a first-class soundtrack, but I think The boys in the school district discuss grand issues like that, and they are not pleased."
"John Singleton would do nothing but tell stories about the African-American neighborhood."
Simberg complained, "He has no other work to prove himself except for the boy in the neighborhood. The cooperation project we talked about with him is suspended."
"Okay." The producer noted it down.
"The kid APLUS is very good. The original soundtrack of Jenny Jackson cost her many contacts in the recording industry. APLUS handled it all by herself, and the quality was not bad."
Simberg gave a rare compliment, and after thinking about it, he said, "Unfortunately, he is a bit mature. The setting of male and female college students is not easy to resonate with the middle school crowd. Is he still starring in the sequel? Has the script come out?"
"I don't know, he has been complaining that acting is too tired and consumes energy. I guess he doesn't want to act anymore, and he has no intention of making the sequel script himself." The producer replied.
"It's really hard for this billionaire, haha." Simberg laughed. "The sequel is best made with a middle school background, emm... around eighth to tenth grade, white male and female leaders, so that the audience will be much wider and the budget will increase. , We can also participate in investment."
"Okay, I will find a chance to talk to him." The producer agreed.
"Maybe it's a good time to switch to Valentine's Day." Catherine's husband suggested.
"Valentine's Day in 1996? Well, it can be considered that this type is indeed more suitable for Valentine's Day." Simberg nodded, "Summer files are still too many powerful enemies."
In a theater near a middle-class neighborhood in Chicago, Cassidy is doing summer work at the popcorn counter. Her main job is to stuff the popcorn bag into the microwave and turn the timing knob.
The summer stall was full of audiences. She was busy all the time, and the theaters pointed to selling this and drinks to make money.
"Have you seen the movies he made?" My friend Denise, who is already the foreman of the beverage and food counter, walked over and asked: "Are you still in contact with him?"
"No."
She unpacked the popcorn bag, poured it into a paper tube, handed it to the cashier, and then went on to get a copy, "What about you? I heard you no longer serve as the director of the Chicago Fan Club?"
Denise rolled her eyes, "My brothers are not happy, you don't know, his gang has gone crazy recently and is fighting with us P Rock. My elder brother warned that if I help him again, he will kick me out of the house. Up."
"He never interacts with gang members." Cassidy subconsciously defended.
"Not many people outside believe, especially the boys on the street."
Denise smiled, and hit her with her shoulder, "Still thinking about him? Maybe you should find a new boyfriend. Don't always wear such old-fashioned glasses, do a good hair and makeup, college Boys will definitely jump at you."
"I don't have time, I want to take the business school."
"Okay, okay, top student." Denise teased, and suddenly said loudly, "Hello, Mr. McGee."
"Daddy." Cassidy looked up and saw that her parents were leading her younger brother and sister over, "Take them." She took out four prepared internal tickets from under the counter, which belonged to the Lion King.
"Hehehe."
Vic McGee happily took the movie ticket from the eldest daughter, his index finger and thumb compared to a shooting gesture and pointed to the APLUS on the huge poster of my life, "Is this scumbag movie too? "
"Yes, not a lot." Denise snapped at him.
"A bunch of idiots."
Vic scolded and picked up his little son, "Go, let's go see Simba."
"This! Airplane!" the younger son shouted, pointing to the Harrier fighter on the poster of the true lie.
"Stop it, your sister has already bought the tickets."
"No! This! Ah!" The younger son suddenly made a fuss, and immediately made a sharp scream when he was not satisfied, and the nearby customers looked at him.
"Uh... I'll change it."
Cassidy felt embarrassed and overwhelmed by her parents trying to comfort her brother. "I'm sorry, he has autism." He explained to Denise in a low voice.
"I'll go~www.mtlnovel.com~ Denise took the ticket from her and found someone to exchange it back," Mr. McGee. "
When handing the ticket to Vic, she happened to hear him and his wife mention a well-known private hospital. Vic said: "I can get the money. Don't worry about the medical insurance, OK? "
Looking at the four people who disappeared at the entrance of the projection hall, "The burden of treating your brother is very heavy, right? I said, why do you come out to work whenever you have a chance."
"Yes, it seems that he secretly helped." Cassidy pointed to APLUS on the poster.
"Then your dad keeps scolding him?" Denise asked.
Cassidy pouted her lips and did not continue the topic.
‘Doctor, actor, lawyer or singer, why not the chief? Be a person with dreams...’
At this time, the dance is out of my life in the theater. The movie comes to an end. BeWhatYouWannaBe’s children’s chorus accompanied by subtitles sounded. Michelle and her husband had already stood up and were about to leave. Like other audiences, they were mixed in by this song. The easter eggs in the subtitles were attracted, so they all stood still and kept watching.
"Oh, it turns out that Taylor was also awarded a contract with the dance company, and the second man was also selected by the White Sox as a trial player. It's great..." A young couple looked at the Easter Egg screen through personal hard work and each had a bright future. The protagonists were moved to tears.
Michelle put his arms around her thoughtful husband and joked: "APLUS said this song was inspired by you? Did he take the bulls you blown seriously?"
"You never mentioned this song to me..." Michelle's husband replied.
"Surprise."
"Ok."
Michelle’s husband walked out of the theater in silence, only to come back slightly when the cool breeze outside, stopped, and looked directly into Michel’s eyes, "I have decided, honey, I want to choose."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 565: First weekend
"APLUS, Ms. Michelle sent a package that looks like an oil painting."
In Tribeca, New York, Song Ya, who was lying on the sofa, received a call from the servant of Highland Park, "Did she leave a word?"
"Let you call back."
"Ok."
Find Michelle's phone and dial it, "It's the one you sent." The other party replied.
"Why?" Song Ya thought she wanted to break off friendship, "Is there something wrong between us?"
"No, uh, we have to make some preparations. He wants to be in politics, so..." Michelle smiled: "After listening to your song, he finally made up his mind."