"Well, for dreams and movies. But I hope you can understand." Zhou Shaoming said sincerely, pointing to the handcuffs on his left hand.

"Oh, I know. You can handcuff me next to the toilet. I don't want to bear it anymore. Besides, there is a TV there, so I can relieve my boredom." Christina also sat up and said lightly.

"I'm sorry. If you really understand me in a few days, I will let you out. I hope, I hope you don't call the police to arrest me." Zhou Shaoming handcuffed Christina to the sink next to the toilet and gave her

She found food and water, turned on the TV carefully, and put the TV's remote control in her hand.

"I hope so, I hope you can wake up as soon as possible, or I can convince myself not to hate you anymore." Christina lowered her head and said, her tone full of resentment.

Zhou Shaoming tidied up his clothes and was about to walk out of the door when he heard Christina say softly: "Smith Zhou!"

"Uh! What's the matter?" Zhou Shaoming turned around.

"The story of Inception you told yesterday, I think it will be a very good movie, very, very, very cool!" Christina's youthful face raised slightly and smiled calmly.

"bite!"

"Christina, the favorability towards the host has increased by 10 points, and the current favorability is 10."

An electronic female voice inexplicably sounded in Zhou Shaoming's head, telling him that Christina had upgraded from extreme hatred to hatred.

Haha, although she still hates and even hates herself, it is better than extreme hatred. This is a huge improvement!

One night of long talk raised 10 points! If I talk to Christina for a few more nights, can't I reach 80 points? In this way, one of the conditions in my first mission will be fulfilled!

Although Zhou Shaoming kept making love, he was not careless at all. He already understood that this house was based on his previous special hobby, so he specially strengthened the soundproofing facilities. As long as the door was closed, Christina would not break her throat even if she screamed.

Someone will hear it.

Besides, this house has its own courtyard, and the nearest villa is five hundred meters away. Zhou Shaoming is not afraid that Christina will scream and attract other people, so he does not plan to seal it with tape.

Christina's mouth.

Zhou Shaoming waved apologetically and walked out of the door with confidence.

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Newline Cinema, Newline Cinema, is a leading production and distribution company established in 1967. It mainly distributes European and local low-cost horror films to American universities. It entered the production industry in 1979 and invested in the filming of low-cost horror films.

Film. In 1993, New Line was acquired by TV giant Turner, and Turner was controlled by Time Warner. Therefore, New Line was immediately merged into Time Warner Group, but New Line's original president Shea still held the position when it was acquired by Turner.

New Line holds the majority stake and enjoys the company's independent operating rights. Therefore, although New Line currently belongs to the Time Warner Group, its film operations are not related to other film companies within the group.

This company has also released many popular film works, but its real glory began in 2000. The famous Lord of the Rings trilogy was released by this company.

Zhou Shaoming stood outside the door and hesitated for a long time. The continuous drizzle almost soaked his gray coat. Looking at the people coming in and out, he finally put down the burned cigarette in his mouth and walked into New Line Cinema without hesitation.

Michael Lin, a senior executive of New Line Film Company, was his adoptive father's best friend during his lifetime. He often accompanied them to laugh on the golf course. Zhou Shaoming felt that he was the most likely candidate to support him, so he came here.

With gray hair and nearly 70 years old, Michael Lin sat behind the executive desk and looked at the documents carefully. But the reckless Zhou Shaoming barged in without knocking on the door. Michael Lin's face was a little unhappy, but he soon changed to a look of displeasure.

The deputy smiled and greeted him proactively: "Oh, Smith Zhou! I am very sad about the death of your father. He was an old friend of mine."

"Thank you, thank you for your concern." Zhou Shaoming was at a loss and didn't know how to speak. He just shook hands with Michael Lin in an extremely awkward manner, and then sat on the leather sofa, sitting on pins and needles.

Michael Lin was so old that he couldn't tell that Zhou Shaoming had something on his mind, so he poured a glass of whiskey and handed it to Zhou Shaoming.

"My friend, don't be sad. Come on, this is real Scotch whiskey. Try it. How can I help you?"

Zhou Shaoming took a big sip of whiskey, and the hot liquid flowed down his throat, almost setting his whole body on fire.

"Uh, I...I, I want to make a movie for my adoptive father! I want to use a movie to commemorate him. I think sir, you can help me fulfill this wish." Zhou Shaoming stared into McLean's eyes.

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"Oh? Making a movie? My dear friend, making a movie is not an easy thing. Of course, if you don't care about the box office, of course you can. But making a movie requires a lot of money. I heard that your brother left you with nothing. Yes

"?" Michael Lin also took a sip of whiskey, looked thoughtfully at Zhou Shaoming, who was even more embarrassed, lit up a Cuban cigar, and started smoking by himself.

"Yes, my brother kicked me out. That's not the point, I can make a movie that makes money! I only need 3 million US dollars, I can make a movie with a box office of 50 million US dollars! I don't want a penny, all

All the money you earn belongs to you. I just ask you to help me and invest 3 million US dollars in me." Zhou Shaoming made up his mind and simply revealed his trump cards.

McLean's face showed surprise at first, then shock, and then he suddenly realized as if he had guessed Zhou Shaoming's cunning mind: "Hahaha! My friend, this is the funniest joke I have heard this year!"

With a joking smile, Michael Lin continued: "Who are you? You are Smith's Chinese adopted son. I am an old guy who has watched you grow up! It has been ten years since you came to the United States. In addition to playing hundreds of

What can you accomplish with a thousand women? I’m not talking about you. You spend your whole day hanging out in bars with a bunch of second-generation ancestors, and now you suddenly come to me and tell me that you want to make a movie! How can I believe you? I believe that you can’t even believe a movie.

I don’t even know how to write, a twenty-two-year-old boy who has not yet grown up?”

Zhou Shaoming lowered his head and rubbed his hands vigorously: "I know you don't believe me. I swear in the name of God that I didn't just want to defraud you of your money and run away. I can really make a movie with a box office of 50 million US dollars!"

If 3 million is too much, then I only need 2 million, no, 1.5 million, 1.5 million is enough!"

Zhou Shaoming suddenly raised his head. The heat and persistence in his eyes touched Michael Lin's heart for a moment, but soon he shook his head and patted Zhou Shaoming on the shoulder: "Smith Zhou, movies are not child's play, they are not just

Calculate the value based on box office. From this point on, you are wrong. $1.5 million is not much, but I can't help you. Maybe you can find people who believe in you by going elsewhere."

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Zhou Shaoming didn't know how he walked out of New Line Cinema in a daze. He just found that the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the dark clouds seemed to be pressing on his heart, making it suffocating.

Leaning against the wall of a high-rise building, Zhou Shaoming silently watched the passers-by. Perhaps because of the cold rain in winter, his hands were trembling a little.

Shivering, he took out the crumpled cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and held it in his mouth. He searched over and over for a lighter, slowly lit it, and lit the cigarette.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Shaoming felt the smell of tobacco that penetrated deep into his heart and lungs. He somewhat hated himself for tearing off his face and running to beg others for charity. He also hated his own fragility and hated why others' ridicule could make him unable to bear it.

The continuous line of rain curtains continued, and there was a circle of cigarette butts under Zhou Shaoming's feet. He really didn't know whether he should continue or not, and once again suffered the ridicule and ridicule of others. Having never experienced a real society, he finally

You know how overwhelming college can be in reality.

"Ding" the electronic female voice of the director system in my head suddenly sounded.

"The quality of the host factor is too low. You can randomly select a movie to shoot. Please choose carefully!"

Zhou Shaoming suddenly seemed to be sucked into a space, and a circle of shining golden words in that space was spinning like a slot machine picture, which was dazzling.

"Host, please choose the film type: romance, science fiction, horror, comedy, thriller, war, action, other films. Please choose carefully within sixty seconds. The countdown begins, 60.59.58..."
Chapter completed!