Global Movie Emperor

The pages of the book turned, making a soft sound evenly in the quiet room, which pleased the hearing and caused sleepiness to rise inadvertently. His eyes were a little sore. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, pinched the corners of his eyes, and let out a sigh.

The hand-brewed coffee appears pure and transparent brown in the sunlight. The taste is slightly lighter than the extracted coffee, but it is purer and cleaner. Lu Ze likes it more. He raised his head and glanced at the person sitting opposite smoking, without saying anything. I lowered my head and immersed myself in the script again.

Fatini's script has been transmitted via fax from Gambiano Company. Lu Ze is reading it now. After two hours of careful reading, Lu Ze finally made a conclusion about the script.

This is a fairly pure commercial film, without too much connotation, just the opposite of life and death. This setting can arouse some interest in Lu Ze, but the rest... is really a bit cliché.

"How about it?"

He looked at Lu Ze expectantly, his eyes full of confidence in his script. This made Lu Ze swallow what he just wanted to say. His brows furrowed and he was a little tangled. After thinking about it, he could only put it down. He picked up the coffee again and took another sip, pretending to be experiencing the taste of the coffee, closing his eyes intoxicated and shaking his head slightly.

He is really not a material for writing scripts. Lu Ze can be sure of this. The setting of life and death was set by the original author of the script and has nothing to do with Fatino's later adaptation. Compare the original script and Fatino's adapted script. Judging from the two versions, the adaptation that Fatino said took a lot of effort did not actually add much color to the original script, and even seemed a bit redundant in some places.

There are very few weirdos in the world who can write and direct like Mickey. If every director is required to complete the script by himself, then why do they need a screenwriter? It was all up to the director, and Lu Ze expected that his adaptation was not good.

Fatino saw Lu Ze's euphemistic denial. He held a cigarette between his fingertips and put his hands on his head. He became a little silent. He was indeed shocked by Lu Ze. Did he know that he didn't have the talent to be a screenwriter? But he chose To believe that the adaptation of the work that he spent several months of hard work on is still remarkable, but now that it has been denied by Lu Ze, it is equivalent to the fact that all the sleep and food he spent in the past few months have been in vain.

No one can regard a few months of hard work as nothing, especially if it includes the word dream. If he had been serious about doing business in the past few months, he would definitely have earned more than a movie. Even if the movie became a hit, It doesn't change this fact.

"Really... can't you?"

He seemed to still have some illusions, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in Lu Ze's eyes. In fact, he could have ignored Lu Ze's "judgment" and still went his own way to make this movie. Even if he lost money, tens of millions or even more A billion in capital is nothing to him, he just wants to make himself happy, and he will spend the money willingly.

But he believed in Lu Ze's vision and that he had a full understanding of today's commercial film market, and he was not satisfied that the first movie in his life ended with an extremely bland ending.

To put it bluntly, his self-esteem is still at play. His family education since childhood has been constantly warning him to do his best if he wants to do it. If it is just to give his ideal a bed to sleep and put his ideal to sleep, he will not be able to do this kind of thing. I am not willing to do this.

"Perhaps you have watched a lot of killer movies. I can see that you have integrated many classic elements into your work, but this has become a shortcoming. It lacks innovation. Although a clichéd story can be supported by special effects, But you don’t want to go too far with the fighting and killing, and the special effects can only become a supporting role. Such a story will not be liked by movie fans.”

Lu Ze chose to confess. There was no need to deny it in a roundabout way. There were too many ambiguous words. Most people would have a glimmer of hope in their minds and wanted to try to see if they could change this fact. Fatino may not be the one. For such a person, there is no guarantee that he will be reluctant to try his luck with the "good ideas" he has been working on for the past few months.

"Then what should I do?"

"It's not my place to make suggestions. After all, this is your own work. You want to complete it yourself. I know that, and I'm not a professional screenwriter. I can't give you the right direction. I'm sorry, Fatino."

"Don't say you're sorry. Thank you for giving me a correct judgment. After I got hot-headed, I received a basin of cold water from you. I calmed down. After thinking about it carefully, you were right. I was like a plagiarist. , you kneaded all the classic plots together and stuffed them into my script. This is shameful. I should thank you. If you show the script to people in my company, they will only praise me and let me I’m even more lost in myself. I’m glad that with you here, this won’t happen again. Thank you, man.”

"After all, you at Gambiano Pictures are the boss, and at Universal Brothers, we are friends."

"friend……"

He murmured, with a confused look in his eyes for a few seconds, and then he quickly reacted, stacked the scripts together, tapped them on the table, and after arranging them neatly, he put in the shredded paper despite Lu Ze's obstruction. In the camera, watching his hard work being chopped into pieces little by little, Fatini did not feel distressed, but his eyes became more and more determined.

"What are you..."

"Don't think too much, I haven't given up. I want to make a movie, a movie that belongs to me. This decision will not change because of a small setback. No matter if it takes a year, two years, or even five or ten years, I believe I will wait until it happens." But now, I will not use such a work to humiliate a performance master who has made great achievements, let alone ruin my friend's reputation and let his resume be stained by the slightest stain. This is absolutely not allowed. .”

Perhaps these are Italians with the blood of gangster families. In their view, helping friends and safeguarding the interests of friends is more important than their own gains and losses. It was Lu Ze's words about "friend" that moved him, so he also We must repay the friendship of our friends with sincerity.

"It seems that I really have to find some screenwriters to help me. It may take a few months or a few years. I look forward to the day when we meet again. I will bring my sincerity and new works to Come to you, my friend, and may God bless you."

He stood up, hugged Lu Ze, and prepared to leave. There would be no results if he stayed any longer. It was better to practice hard in seclusion and strive to produce a work that he was truly satisfied with as soon as possible.

The leather shoes stepped on the floor, covering up the sound of Lu Ze holding the lighter and tapping the table. He walked to the door, put on his hat, held the brim of his hat, nodded to Lu Ze, and opened the door of the conference room. Lu Ze's eyes Hesitation flashed, and finally he stretched out his hand and said to Fatini...

"Fatini, wait a minute, we are friends, right?"

"Otherwise? You are my rare friend, Lu Ze."

He stood at the door, turned to stare at Lu Ze, and saw him lighting the tobacco in a hurry. He leaned back on the chair and chuckled. Then he leaned forward with his elbows on the table, holding his chin and mouth. The meat on it is all lifted up.

"I don't think you need to leave."

"Why?"

"Because in Europe, the best screenwriters who write complex characters, story logic, and characters intertwined with good and evil are in the UK. If you accept it... I will call Mitch right now."

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