The Goddess Shines on America

After entering the DreamWorks headquarters through the back door, Alice and Maiya walked directly to the elevator room and quickly arrived at the chairman's office on the top floor of the company. During this process, I didn't see anyone, after all, I bypassed the front desk.

When Alice just walked to the door, she heard David Fincher's laughter from inside: "Oh, really!? I'm really looking forward to it, Mr. Lawrence, I must..."

"What are you talking about, it's so lively."

Alice pushed the door open and walked in, only to see Lawrence and David Finch sitting face to face on the reception sofa, obviously chatting about something, and David looked extremely excited.

"Oh, Alice, Maiya, here you are."

Lawrence looked up and saw the visitor. He was overjoyed at first, and then smiled mysteriously: "It seems that you have seen the appearance of the door? How is it? Do you have any thoughts?"

Alice smiled wryly: "Hehe...it's so spectacular, it's completely different from ordinary press conferences."

Maiya kept shaking her head, sat on the sofa and asked, "You sent Sebastian to appease those reporters? As I remember, he doesn't seem to be good at words, right?"

"Regardless of what we say, what we do, how we do it, journalists will write what they want, so just mess around."

Lawrence made a big move and poured a cup of tea for Alice and Maiya: "It's you, Alice, this is the second movie that didn't attend the premiere. It’s rare to walk alone.”

Alice smiled dryly and took the tea: "I'm really busy during this time, attending the premiere will take at least half a day, which is enough for me to write another script~"

The work efficiency of a certain person is well known. After such a long time, why didn't Lawrence know how long it took this friend of his daughter to compile the Windows system program? The so-called minutes are millions, this sentence is really suitable for her.

"In addition, the box office results are indeed what you expected."

Lawrence got up and took a document from the desk, and Alice reached out to take it: "During the promotion process, it was emphatically told that this is your script, so the box office on the first day is so many percentages higher than that of movies of the same period. However, since it is essentially a literary film, the data will immediately drop in the next few days."

Alice looked at the first week's box office results of "Invasion of Brain Cells" indifferently: "According to this result, after the schedule ends, our box office should reach about 40 million. Considering the plot of catching murderers, As a commercial film, the performance is average, but for literary films, it is already a super hit."

Lawrence nodded and said, "The director is a newcomer, and the actors are all second- and third-tier, so the shooting cost is also very low. But Alice...are you a little...too calm?"

"calm?"

Alice shook the document, raised her eyebrows and said, "It's 40 million, and that's just the total box office. After including the promotional expenses, the final net profit is estimated to be 5 million. It's not a big number. Why... ok ok, I know it can't be compared with "Ghost Story"..."

Seeing Lawrence's speechless expression, Alice said that she really didn't do it on purpose, after all, the hit movies in the 21st century can easily earn hundreds of millions at the box office. A 40 million movie, and it's not a masterpiece of a well-known movie star, it really can't arouse Alice's excitement at all.

However, compared to the performance of the entire film of the same period in the 1980s, the estimated box office of 40 million is really not low...for a literary film.

After that, there was some casual chatting, and by the way, we also talked about the issue of capital investment. Lawrence certainly welcomes this. After all, when he first established DreamWorks the year before last, the entire start-up capital was barely 10 million. After this period of development, although the scale has expanded a lot, it is still far behind Microsoft's dividends after its listing.

Since Alice and Maiya had already eaten "lunch" before leaving for the forest hut, seeing the time approaching four o'clock in the afternoon, both of them couldn't help feeling hungry.

"That's how it is, Uncle Roger. The first tranche of funds will probably arrive on the fifth day of listing. I personally estimate that the first batch of dividends will not be less than five million, which will definitely double the size of the company. .”

With that said, Alice stood up and said, "Let's go, Maiya, let's go find a Burger King nearby. Damn, I'm really starving to death."

"Wait a moment."

Lawrence suddenly raised his hand again: "While chatting, there is something very important that I almost forgot to tell you."

Calling the two of them back, Lawrence quickly got up and took out another letter from the desk drawer.

"Before you entered the house, you just talked with David that a Hollywood industry gathering will be held on February 24th. Many star actors, directors, and screenwriters will appear. Alice, this is an invitation for you."

"My...invitation!?"

This really surprised Alice. She took the envelope, and it was indeed written "Accepted, Ms. Alice-Wang".

"And it's so delicate!?"

Lawrence said with a smile: "Although Mr. Swan has been a British immigrant for four generations, his family has always strictly followed the traditional British life. You will know him when you see him. I can't even learn that Oxford accent."

Maiya burst into laughter immediately.

Lawrence asked in surprise, "Is there anything funny?"

Maiya smiled again: "Mr. Lawrence, the others are fine. The French learn to speak an Oxford accent. I feel really weird."

"Uh cough cough!"

Lawrence quickly coughed vigorously. In fact, he didn't need a London accent or an Oxford accent. His accent is all messed up now. The New York accent, which is changing to a southern accent, is obviously French, and most people really can't learn it even if they want to.

In this way, after visiting DreamWorks and dealing with related matters, Alice and Maiya ate Burger King near the company first, and then parted ways on the spot. Someone is going to drive a Humvee to Santa Monica, and Alice is going straight home.

As the sun was setting, when the taxi slowly stopped in front of No. 15 on Wenton Street, it was already time for dinner.

"Hmm~ the taste of cream of mushroom soup."

As soon as she got out of the car, Alice heard a familiar smell: "That's right, it's the smell of mother~"

"Hey, old lady!"

Just at this moment, a more familiar voice suddenly sounded not far away: "Help me~"

"Woo~!"

Alice turned her head immediately with a look of astonishment.

In the depths of Wenton Street, Oscar... Well, he obviously took Caesar for a walk, but when Alice arrived home, Caesar ran towards Room 7 like a wild horse that had run loose. come over. Poor Oscar, a big boy, couldn't bear the strength of a one-and-a-half-year-old orangutan, and was dragged to run!

"Wow, well done, Caesar!"

Alice immediately gloated and said with a gleeful smile: "That's it! Hurry up and drag Oscar down~!"

"Alice, I'm not playing with you!"

In less than a dozen seconds, Caesar happily ran up to Alice, with his legs upright. He grabbed Alice's arm with both hands excitedly, and kept whining.

"Mom...I'm exhausted..."

Behind him, Oscar looked as if he had just been fished out of the sea, his thin sweater was soaked in sweat.

"Hurry up and take a shower, silly boy."

Alice patted my brother on the shoulder lovingly: "It's rare to see you are interested in taking Caesar for a walk. Are you two good buddies?"

Oscar was panting with exhaustion, but had no time to answer questions. However, Caesar seemed to understand it, or perhaps imitated it, and put his hand on Oscar's shoulder.

Then, actually grinned~!

"Hoo~"

"Wow, what are you guys doing?"

At this time, the door opened, and Hannah, who was wearing a thick wool skirt, came out of the room: "Why is Oscar so tired?"

Alice smiled and walked towards her sister: "It's nothing, your brother just played some sports with Caesar to exchange feelings~"

As she said that, she opened her small purse, swiped it, and took out the invitation: "Dangdang~ Hannah, guess what kind of horse it is?"

Hannah shrugged and smiled playfully: "Someone wrote you a love letter?"

Alice didn't answer right away, but opened the envelope first, and after looking at the contents of the letter, she said, "Well, maybe it was really written by a girl..."

"To Alice:"

Appropriately starting with the title of the song, the content of the article is as follows: "We are honored to inform you that the Hollywood industry party hosted by Universal Pictures will be held on the 12th floor of the Imperial Hotel at 8:00 p.m. on February 24th. This There will be many celebrities in the industry attending the party, and it will be a great opportunity for you to make friends with people in the industry..."

The general content is like this. It is worth noting that the font of the letter is very graceful and beautiful, and it is actually a rare cursive font. It can be seen at a glance that it is written by a lady.

Moreover, Alice could clearly see that this letter might not be a complete standard invitation letter, because the excellent application of the other party's sentences and grammar could only be mastered by top students majoring in English literature in prestigious universities.

"Fourth generation immigrant, but has kept the traditional British way of life?"

The answer seemed very obvious. Seeing Hannah's curious expression, Alice smiled with great satisfaction: "It seems that I have to go to this party~"