Made in Hollywood

Leaving Dubai, Duke and Ivanka went all the way north, overlooking Mount Zion in Jerusalem, rafting from the water city in Venice, visiting the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore in Florence, shouting at the Bernabeu Stadium in Madrid, tasting at a special coffee shop in Amsterdam, Arrived in Paris after Thanksgiving.

Due to travel and missed the premiere of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets", the first thing Duke did when he came to Paris was to go into the theater and watch the film.

After the success of "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone", except for the negotiation with Joanna Rowling, he basically no longer invested energy in this project, but completely handed over the responsibility to Robin Grande. In exceptional circumstances, the production manager will follow the series until the end.

"It is imperative to change directors."

After leaving the theater, Duke didn't call for a car either. After walking along the road for a short distance, he arrived at the Seine River, grabbed Ivanka and walked along the river, discussing the movie he just watched while walking.

"It's really not as exciting as the first one." Ivanka dragged Duke to the open-air cafe by the river. "Anyway, in the eyes of a layman like me, the decline in quality is more obvious."

He found a table and sat down, ordered two more cups of hot coffee, and Duke took a sip and said, "It's Chris Columbus's old problem."

"Huh?" Ivanka didn't understand.

Duke added a candy bar to his coffee, explaining, "Chris Columbus is one of the best family directors in Hollywood, but he's got quite a problem, and his sequels tend to be better than the first. Dropped a lot..."

"So you and Warner want to replace him?" Ivanka gradually understood.

"That's just one aspect," Duke shook his head slowly. "On the other hand, he's not very suitable for the adult style, and Columbus himself doesn't want to continue directing."

Ivanka nodded. He picked up the coffee cup and said before drinking, "Is there a suitable new director?"

"The people at Robin and Warner are auditioning."

Duke drank the coffee in the cup and saw a look of exhaustion on Ivanka's face. He stood up and suggested, "Let's go back to rest early."

"Well." Ivanka came over and took Duke's arm. "Let's go back to the hotel."

Just returning to the hotel suite, Ivanka's assistant Rita knocked on the door and walked in. Although they were traveling around the world, it was impossible for Duke and Ivanka to completely throw away their jobs. This assistant temporarily served the two of them. task.

Instead of looking for Ivanka, she walked directly to Duke and handed over a fax. "This is just faxed from the Duke studio."

"thanks."

Duke nodded at her, and the assistant disappeared faster than ever.

"You have something to do?"

Ivanka took off her coat and sat on the sofa, "Are you going to the study?"

"Nothing, just the North American box office statistics for the first two weekends." Duke used to sit next to Ivanka. "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets."

Because I just watched the movie and had a bad sense, Ivanka asked, "Won't the box office drop?"

"It's a drop. But it's not a big drop." Duke picked up the document and said while looking at it. "The first weekend was $88.35 million, the second weekend was $45.22 million, and it has been released for ten days, with a total of $158.66 million in North America."

"Not bad."

From this aspect. Ivanka shares the same traits as Duke, placing more emphasis on business performance.

"The box office can only be said to be okay." Duke laughed happily, "It's mainly the surrounding area. Since the release of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets", there are only five English-speaking countries, and the surrounding area has sold nearly two One hundred million U.S. dollars."

Ivanka suddenly sighed and fell on Duke, one arm resting on his leg and chin up.

"What's wrong?" Duke gently kissed her forehead.

"My reason tells me that the film industry is a very risky industry, but what I see is that movies are very profitable..." Ivanka sighed again, "I think I chose the wrong industry."

"Honey," Duke encouraged, "you choose the future."

No one can guarantee what the future will look like. All Duke can do is to seize the moment.

Because of the frequent visits to the UK, Duke and Ivanka did not cross the English Channel, but went all the way north, intending to experience the ice and snow in northern Europe, but when they came to Stockholm and just checked into the hotel, they received a very A special invitation - Duke and Ivanka were invited to be guests at an estate in the suburbs.

"My master said that you will meet you naturally."

The person who sent the invitation left only one sentence and left the hotel.

"Do you have any acquaintances in Sweden?" Ivanka asked curiously.

"Uh..." Duke thought for a while, then shook his head. It had been many years since the affair with the Swedish princess.

Is this an invitation from Princess Victoria?

Just thinking of the princess, Duke himself rejected it. No matter how you look at it, this is not an invitation from the Swedish royal family.

Suddenly, Duke thought of who this person might be.

"Are we going?"

Hearing Ivanka's question, Duke nodded solemnly, "Let's go."

After resting in the hotel for an afternoon, it was close to evening when Duke asked for a car from the hotel and reported the address on the invitation. The driver took them less than half an hour to send them to a suburban manor.

This is a typical Nordic-style building. Judging from the architectural style, it is obviously not built in the last ten years. It should be some years.

The car was guided to the front of the villa, and just stopped, a man who looked like a butler came over and opened the car door for them, waiting for Duke and Ivanka to get out of the car, and made a gesture of please.

"Sir is waiting for you in the restaurant."

The housekeeper led the way, Duke didn't say much, just followed him forward, through a long corridor, and turned into a huge restaurant. The restaurant is quite elegant or chic, with a wall on one side. There are Western oil paintings hanging on it, and the other wall is a shelf with porcelain on it.

Through the fancy style and shape of the porcelain, it is not difficult for Duke to tell that this is not high-grade porcelain from England, Holland or Japan, but from the East, possibly an antique or the like in rumors.

He didn't understand this, and he was not interested. He just glanced at it casually and looked at the center of the restaurant.

It was a long oak dining table. At the front of the dining table, there was a middle-aged man with brown hair and some golden yellow hair. He was very well maintained, and he looked like he was in his forties. The outline of his face is vaguely similar to Duke's.

Although Duke disappeared when he was just a little kid, but his experience is not ordinary after all, even if the appearance of the other party has changed a little, he can still recognize it at a glance.

"Surprise, Duke?"

The other party's smile was full of charm, and he gestured to Ivanka, "Just sit down, Miss Trump."

Duke nodded to Ivanka, walked over and sat on the left hand of the middle-aged man, "It's a bit of an accident, I thought you had forgotten me..."

"Actually, I've been following you," the other party always kept an elegant smile, "it's just that you don't know."

"Do you need me to say thank you?" Duke smiled lightly, "Mr. Rand?"

The other party shook his head, "You're welcome."

Ivanka also realized who Duke was talking about Mr. Rand, and wisely chose to remain silent.

The dishes were served one by one, and after a few words that were neither salty nor bland, Duke stopped talking, just slowly tasting the dishes with Nordic style. The middle-aged man kept an elegant smile and made pies. Not much talk.

"How is your mother?" he asked.

Duke raised his head and said with certainty, "Very good."

He ignored Duke and looked at Ivanka instead, "I'm sorry, Miss Trump, I've just been rude. Let me introduce myself, I'm Neeson Rand, Duke's father."

"Hello, Mr. Rand." Ivanka returned a polite smile.

Neeson Rand looked at Duke again. "You did a great job."

"Thank you." Duke said politely, turning his head to look at the artwork in the restaurant. "Your oil business looks good too."

"It's just a small business." Neeson Rand is always like that, "You can't compare to you, the top 100 richest man in Forbes."

"The value of the stock is false." Duke lowered his head and used a knife and fork to deal with the salmon on the plate. "There is nothing like oil and cash."

A stock market turmoil, many people whose net worth has shrunk by half.

Most of the time, the two sides were relatively silent. Even if there was a blood relationship, and they hadn't seen each other for so many years, it must be false to say that they had feelings. From the other party's words, Duke could also hear that he had not seen him for many years. The father I met only saw the photo of him going out of the airport taken by the Swedish paparazzi from the Internet, and suddenly wanted to meet him on a whim.

To put it bluntly, this is just an irresponsible father, suddenly seeing his famous son, he has a little curiosity and interest.

"I've been approached by Winfrey Oprah's people."

When the dinner was about to end, Neeson Rand said again, "But don't worry, I have rejected her."

"Thank you." Duke kept a polite distance.

He never thought that Winfrey Oprah could impress the other party. He was neither short of money nor liked to act in a high-profile manner. Instead, his biggest hobby was the weakness of the black woman. How could he go to "The Oprah Show".

After dinner, Duke didn't want to stay, and the other party didn't want to hold back, but when he walked out of the villa, Nissen Rand lightly patted his arm.

"Duke, keep working hard and let me see how far you can go."

Nodding to Neeson Rand, Duke turned to open the car door, waited for Ivanka to get in the car first, then bent over and got in, and the car drove fast towards the gate of the manor.

Duke glanced back, then turned back to the front, knowing that the two sides would meet very rarely in the future. (To be continued ~^~)

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