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The two of them started to puff away their smoke.

"Qin, didn't you tell me two things? What else is there?"

Martin saw Qin Dong not saying anything for a long time, so he took the initiative to ask.

Qin Dong rolled his eyes and complained:

"Martin, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be the one telling me? Have you forgotten your duty?"

Martin was stunned for a moment, frowned and thought carefully, thought of something, and shook his head with a smile:

"OK, my bad."

"Qin, the filming contract for [Dinosaur Park] may have to wait."

"Adam did not convince the Universal board of directors after he returned. At present, it seems that they want to wait and see the box office data after the release of [Mission: Impossible: Ghost Protocol] to make a judgment."

"After all, although you have become famous, only one of your movies has been released globally."

"The others are either only released in China, or they haven't been released yet."

"Global has some concerns, so..."

After hearing this, Qin Dong thought for a while and nodded slowly. He did not urge Martin urgently, but continued to stare at him.

"Huh? Qin, what's your expression?"

Martin didn't understand what Qin Dong meant.

"What expression? Do you have anything else to say to me?"

Qin Dong showed a vicious expression.

"..."

Martin's brain was spinning rapidly. This meant that he, as an agent, still had something to talk about. What was it:

"Oh, my God, I'm so old."

Martin slapped his head, pretending to be angry:

"I almost forgot, the rights to the [Mad Max] series of movies, right?"

"I remembered, this director is a director of a satellite country of our country."

"This person doesn't really want to sell. He wants to make a sequel by himself, but he is older, he seems to be 70 years old."

"I want to shoot, but I don't have the energy. I want to sell, but I can't part with it. I'm struggling."

"And the first time I asked, the price was 10 million, which was too high. I immediately gave him the cold shoulder and ignored him."

Qin Dong frowned:

"How much? Ten million dollars?"

"Why doesn't he die?"

Complaints are complaints, Qin Dong thought for a while and added:

"Martin, half a year, five million dollars."

"If the time exceeds or the price exceeds, then there is no need to negotiate."

Martin nodded slowly.

He knew Qin Dong's style, and saying this represented the final bottom line for this young talented director, and there was no room for bargaining.

If you succeed, if you don't succeed, you will be completely defeated.

"Okay, Qin, I remember it. If we don't negotiate within half a year, forget it. You can just change the script a little."

"Actually, according to my thinking, five million US dollars is more than that."

"You mentioned wasteland style. This kind of film is not copyrighted. Just like aliens, anyone can make a film with this theme."

Qin Dong agreed very much with Martin's words.

He was just too lazy to bother and didn't want to be controversial.

After all, he is an outsider, and these foreign media are not friendly to his race.

But if we can't negotiate within half a year, then there's no need to talk, just make some changes and start shooting.

The two of them chatted for two cigars and communicated with each other.

We had lunch and afternoon tea together, and heard Martin talk about a lot of things about Hollywood that poked fun at dark places. This kind of gossip was quite interesting, and Qin Dong was very happy to hear it.

The mind of gossip has existed since ancient times. It is also the despicable nature of human beings to base one's own happiness on the pain of others.

After it was all over, Qin Dong had a chat with Ralph Casa, who currently manages the company.

I met with accountants and lawyers who were directly dispatched, and learned from them that everything in the company was normal and no one was cheating.

Feeling relieved immediately, he left with his bodyguards and returned to the Hilton Hotel.

...

Once you have money and your company gets bigger, things will naturally increase.

Just walking around in a random circle consumes a whole day.

After returning to the hotel at five o'clock, Qin Dong casually asked the waiter to prepare steak, red wine, and some ingredients for two people, and deliver them to the room later.

After becoming rich, Qin Dong was never stingy about food.

Not only food, but also clothing, accommodation, transportation, etc. are all very demanding.

He doesn't like the kind of people who, despite being rich, still insist on wearing cheap clothes, going to places like fast food restaurants, squeezing buses when going out, or taking taxis, and a series of other stupid behaviors.

Just to be looked down upon and humiliated, and then reveal my identity, I'm sorry, I won't hide it anymore, I am a rich man, or a super rich man, I am richer than you, you humiliate me, you want nothing more.

Qin Dong really didn't like this kind of pretentious and slap-in-the-face plot, and thought it was vulgar.

I don’t know if there is something wrong with this kind of person’s brain.

When you have no money, you work hard to make money, and use all methods, good, bad, despicable, etc.

Once you are rich, you end up eating pickles every day and wearing street clothes, pretending you don’t care about these things.

Anyway, Qin Dong is disgusted with this kind of behavior, so he despises it. Not only does he eat well and wear well after he is rich, he even lives in the best place. Even a few bodyguards are too few. Now he only has a dozen or so around.

.

It is only natural that you make your own money and spend it yourself.

Qin Dong also does charity. The company has always made donations in this area and has been silently helping mountainous areas build schools, roads and other infrastructure.

"Ding throat..."

The man who had just finished taking a shower, dried his hair and wrapped a towel around his waist heard the doorbell.

Then the door was opened. Zheng Dajun stretched his head and looked inside the house. When he found that Qin Dong was not busy, he immediately retracted his head. Then the next moment a woman appeared, walked in with a smile, and walked towards Qin Dong.

The door behind him was pulled shut by Zheng Dajun from the outside.

This is Qin Dong’s habit that only Qin Dong himself knows.

"Qin, I'm here."

Naomi was wearing a yellow dress and ten-centimeter high heels. When she arrived, a scent of fragrance hit her face. She raised her head slightly and looked up at Qin Dong's smiling mouth.

When Qin Dong heard this, he first stretched his head over and took a deep breath into the hair next to Naomi's ear:

"Wow, Naomi, you smell so good."

"Are you hungry? I've already ordered dinner."

Qin Dong gestured towards the restaurant.

"Okay, I'm really a little hungry."

A woman can do as she pleases.

At the dinner table, Qin Dong was talking while eating. As for the etiquette of the dinner table, it was just for fools. People with wealth and status could do whatever they wanted.

"Have you read the novel [Divergent]?"

Naomi shook her head:

"No, but I have heard of youth utopian novels that are very popular in North America."

Qin Dong didn't care whether the woman had seen it or not, so he introduced:

"The main villain in it is a female character. There is no problem with your acting skills. CAA will contact you to sign a contract in the future."

"Although my company invested it myself, I packaged it to CAA."

Naomi picked up the red wine and stared at Qin Dong with charming eyes:

"Oh, dear, thank you for your help."

"I really didn't expect that at my age, I could still..."

Qin shakes his head and puts his finger in front of his mouth:

"Shh..."

"I just like to enjoy it. You and I each get what we need. There is no need to say anything else, just like Nicole."

"After eating, hurry up and take a shower."

To be successful in life, you need to have all the fun. Pretending is boring.

Beautiful things always make people happy.

Especially new things can arouse people's interest more, and accidental interest can be lost as soon as it is touched.

As quickly as it comes, it goes as quickly as it comes.

Just a fair deal, nothing more.

I was in this door last year today.

The peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red.

I don’t know where the human face is going.

The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.