"Hey Jessie, what are you doing? Did you get any movies or TV shows?... Yes? That's a shame, but don't get discouraged, there's always a role for you... oh, nevermind, actually, it was crowded that day, You're wise not to come, and besides, it's ready for you, or come and get it from my house, knowing that you haven't been to my house since I went to Beverly Hills... well, So that's it... wait, what?... Oh, sorry, Jessie, you know, I just released a record, and you sure don't want to be on the street... oh? Is that so?... Well, I know Come to my house, anyway, I haven't seen each other for more than two months, I miss you so much... Okay, that's it, goodbye, Jessie, I love you!"
After hanging up the phone, Angela buried her head on the pillow and sighed deeply. After a long time, she lifted her head up again. After calling Jesse, the bad mood that she had touched her father's nose was finally relieved. ease.
Forget it, don't think about it for now, there are still things to do. The girl got up from the bed and came to the typewriter by the desk. Jumanji was almost over.
In the crackling sound, the last page of manuscript paper is being spit out slowly. Generally speaking, Angela's script manuscript should account for the upper third. Anyway, the film company will handle it after receiving it. But this script was the first time it was typed out entirely on a typewriter, for no other reason, because I had agreed with Vincent that the novel should be a fully typed script when it was handed over to him, and the novel and the script were exchanged. Typed it out, so I have been writing the manuscript with a typewriter.
In fact, there is an easier way. So far, the domestic civilian Internet in the United States has worked very well. Angela can type the text on the computer, and then send it to Vincent or 20th Century Fox by email, but... The girl looked at the computer in the corner and sighed silently, although the WIN3.2 interface was already It's very close to WIN95, but as long as you think about its speed and the way you can get in from the DOS interface, girls can't think of using it.
Let's wait until next year, Angela pressed the last letter. Then I took down the last page of the "Jumanji" script, WIN95 came out, will WIN98 be far behind
Arrange the paper for the script, put it in the folder, and then it's the novel's turn. After the revision is completed, just type it out, but after putting the paper in the typewriter, she has not started to do it, and she always thought about it. It was the conversation she had had with her father in the study before, but she was still not reconciled.
Maybe, it can be like this... Angela suddenly slid the chair to the lift table. Raised the table, then took the drawing paper and drew carefully. Soon a toy cowboy and a toy space fighter appeared on the paper. It was the two protagonists of "Toy Story", Woody and Buzz Lightyear. !
If this still can't impress Dad, then there's nothing to do. The girl thought gloomily, only a guy like her who doesn't understand finance would think about using these methods to persuade others.
It took Angela two and a half days to draw the toy characters she remembered and write the relevant scripts. The most important thing is to make some minor revisions to the script to make the whole story more full, and the two years of script writing have also improved her already good level - even if it is plagiarism - and then something comes to her door. .
"Hello, Miss Angela, I'm your financial advisor, Bernie Reg." The slightly wealthy middle-aged man in a suit in front of him stretched out his hand to the girl with a smile. "this is my name card."
"Hello, Mr. Bernie, nice to meet you." Angela took his business card with a smile. Shaking hands, then looking at Sparrow next to him, blinking.
"Mr. Jared asked Bernie to come over. We just met outside by coincidence." Sparrow knew what she was thinking and explained simply.
"Okay, I see, let's go outside, how about the garden? The weather is fine now." Angela said, looking at the sky outside. The ten o'clock sun is perfect for discussing issues in the open air.
When they came to the garden and sat down in the seat arranged by the maid, the girl took the first step and said, "Who will speak first?"
Angel and Sparrow looked at each other, and the consultant sat down with a gesture of invitation. Sparrow was not polite, and spoke first: "I have two main things here, the first is that 20th Century Fox wants to invite you to play the role of the little girl named Judy in "Jumanji" ."
Angela was a little surprised: "Their actions are so fast, the script was given to them the day before yesterday, and the preparations started today?"
"To be precise, you're too charming, and they obviously want you to play." Sparrow said with a smile.
"But they are destined to regret it, so please help me decline, Jack, at least I don't really want to accept the movie right now." Angela shrugged, and after thinking about it, she suddenly said, "By the way, tell them that I recommend Jesse. Card in the role."
"Miss Alba?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I'll pass it on," Sparrow nodded, and then said another thing: "The second thing is that Mr. James has returned from Mexico, and he wants you to stop by his office. , about the script, let's talk more."
"I knew it!" The girl rolled her eyes. "With his character, how could he really promise not to revise the script—well, when?"
"If possible, he wants you to come over this afternoon."
"I think so too, well, it doesn't matter, Jessica and Lindsay are coming to my house tomorrow, it would be best to solve it this afternoon." Angela shook her head, "Is there anything else?"
"Some endorsement invitations, do I need to see it?"
"No, no, I don't have any plans to endorse products for the time being." The girl continued to shake her head. She had an instinctive resistance to advertising endorsements. Could she dress like Britney in a Pepsi commercial? And who knows if there will be kiss scenes, bed scenes, bath scenes, so even if the endorsement advertisement is very profitable, she will not consider it, unless she can get 20 million after endorsing three or four advertisements.
However, it is clear that she has confused something. She is only 14 years old now, and she will not go there even if she is explicit. She thinks this way, and it is completely her own psychology.
"Okay, then, Mr. Bernie, now it's your turn, what's the matter with you? I think you should be responsible to my father?" Angela looked at the fat financial advisor.
The other party thought for about two seconds, and after considering the words, he said, "That's right, Miss Angela, to be exact, I am informing you that the advisory team will use Dell's stock as collateral to consolidate the business in your name. Mr. Reid loaned 20 million to invest in Pixar Animation."
"Wait!" Angela stood up abruptly, opened her mouth to look at the other party, and said after a while: "This... When did this happen?"
"Soon, when Mr. Jared's money arrives, we will negotiate with the other party as soon as possible..." Angela interrupted Reg before he could finish his words: "No no no, I mean—my father what? Are you willing to lend me a loan?!"
"This time is in your hands, Miss Angela!" Reg raised his hand with a smile, "Please don't get excited." He took out a thick stack of documents from his briefcase: "First of all, you must After reading this, if there is something you don't understand, I can help. Then, talk to Mr. Jared. "
The girl looked at the thick document in the other's hand, took it over suspiciously, and frowned after only turning over a few pages, and then covered her forehead not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
Angela sighed, and then raised her head again after a long while: "Okay, I see, after watching it, I will have a good talk with my father, but not today or tomorrow, I have a date, if possible, please Will you come to my house on Friday morning?"
"No problem, then, I'll leave first. My number is on the business card. You can call me at any time." The financial advisor nodded, then got up and left.
"I'm also leaving for the time being, and I'll come back at 2 pm." Sparrow also left with Reg, Angela sent them out before returning, and then sighed and took the thick document back to the bedroom .
In the afternoon, Angela and Sparrow went to James Cameron's place together. In addition to David who was driving, there was also Pu Guanshui, the bodyguard. At the request of grandma, this kid came from New York and continued to perform his duties. , his parents have no opinion on this, but basically, there is basically nothing to do, so he occasionally makes a cameo at the door or the gardener.
"Hi, Angie, how are you? Long time no see." James greeted the girl who walked into the office with a smile. "Hello, James, you look thinner than before." Angela responded with a smile.
"Oh, of course, so far, the copy of Titanic has just been completed, and there is still a lot to do," James said with emotion, "I have to worry about everything, costumes, props, equipment, script, talk about the script... hey , where are you looking?"
"What?" Angela quickly retracted her gaze, "Oh, sorry, I'm a little distracted."
James looked at the place she had just looked at. It was the display rack in his office, and at the top were beautifully crafted models of Terminators and Aliens.
"Well done." He laughed, after all, these are his two favorite movies.
"Yes, it's pretty good." Angela nodded, then brought the topic back: "Let's talk about the script."
"Oh, of course." The other party nodded, took out a stack of manuscripts from the drawer and put them on the desk.
The girl blinked in surprise, the stack of manuscripts was at least one-third the thickness of the original script!