Halfway through the conversation, Yang Can saw the timing and patted Mai Weijian on the shoulder to remind him that it was time to talk to those filmmakers. Mai Weijian clapped his hands and looked a little nervous. After all, Spielberg’s innovation Strange characters are not usually seen, and it is no exaggeration to say that Mai Weijian grew up watching this great director's film.
Mai Weijian stepped forward and asked: "Hello." Then he entangled Spielberg. It can be seen that the people from the film company would have no good feelings about the resurgence of Mike Days, and they all "exposed" the weirdness. The demeanor, but the kind Spielberg, he chatted a few words, there is nothing to pretend to be.
In this regard, Mai Weijian is a professional. Yang Can mainly asked him to get acquainted with some upper-class people in Hollywood and lay a foundation for his future movies. Now he has about 15 million US dollars in funds. The Chinese head office drew assistance, 20 million US dollars should be no problem, and it is not a big problem to make a movie.
The problem now lies in the hair style channel, and the corresponding propaganda has to do some preliminary foreshadowing. This requires contacts. Anyway, Mai Weijian has been in Los Angeles for a few years. Although Yang Can has a mind-reading skill, his English is not very good. Soaking beauty is enough, but it's not enough to talk about professional details and nouns. You can only rely on Mai Weijian to get the job done. This is also nothing.
"Mike~!" When Mai Wei hardly wanted to break into the small circle of these filmmakers, he was caught by another acquaintance. Those enthusiastic Chinese fat guys are the Taiwanese director of "Fast and Passion 5" Lin Yibin. , And started taunting Mai Weijian.
"I thought you were in jail in the mainland? Why didn't you contact me when I went abroad to promote in Beijing?" Lin Yibin smiled but with sarcasm. These two are old alumni of the University of California, Los Angeles. , Can be said to be an old enemy, Mai Weijian often ran against this Taiwanese when he was in college, and now Lin Yibin is so beautiful, of course, he will not let him go.
"Fatty Lin, it’s been a long time since we’ve seen you. You still have that virtue? Go abroad to Beijing? Have you become an American citizen?" Mai Weijian shook hands with him reluctantly. Why doesn’t he like this Taiwanese fat guy because he always likes it. If you say that you are going abroad, it's like the Republicans meet the Democrats, and fire and water are incompatible.
Yang Can knew that the fat man was interrupting when he didn’t look far away. Today, Mai Weijian is out of play. As expected, everyone avoids Mai Weijian like a plague god. The Chinese in the United States are in this situation. When they encounter each other, they will fight each other. , I don’t know what psychology it is.
The situation remained the same after half an hour passed. To be honest, I came to this occasion but got nothing. It really disappointed Yang Can. The old man Jonathan came over and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly:
"Come slowly, nothing can be rushed here."
Jonathan watched Yang Can suddenly stared at him inexplicably and asked, "Yang, do you know how long I, a Jew, have been in Gabon?"
"Has it been ten years?" Yang Can replied after thinking about it, not understanding why the old man suddenly asked such a question.
Jonathan Duncan stretched out four fingers: "Since I joined Gabon in 1971, I started with a small employee at the bottom, for a full 40 years."
Yang Can took a deep breath. It was really unimaginable to have worked in one place for forty years. He was very impressed. The old man's brown eyes looked at the humanity of the people in the hall:
"Do you know what I did in the first place? In fact, I am also a film director. "Susan and Takla" is my first work."
He sighed: "But it was not successful, so I gave up at the time. Yang, if you want to root in Hollywood, talent alone is not enough. What is more important is your connections. If you, as a Chinese, want to be in Hollywood movies, This is really too difficult."
Looking at Jonathan’s consciousness, Yang Can knew that the old man was serious. Of course, he knew the resistance faced by outsiders himself. The entry of American films into the Chinese market was greatly affected by the approval of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television. Now he brings people with him. Naturally, life in the United States will not get any better, and the prejudices of those American filmmakers are probably deeply ingrained.
Seeing Yang Can taking out his cigarette and going away, the old man smiled and put his arms around his shoulders and smiled mysteriously:
"Wait, don't worry, I will introduce some people to you, you should like them."
Yang Can feels that something is wrong with this. Jonathan, the old man, does not look at ordinary people as being kind, but in fact, he is very cunning in his mind and refuses to eat at a loss. How can he be so good to himself today? Squinting his eyes, he suddenly saw the familiar name Wu Bin.
"Jonathan, do you know Wu Bin?" Yang Can said in surprise.
Jonathan was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled meaningfully and nodded approvingly: "Wu is right, you are really smart, but before, how could you think that the Sky Screen Foundation is only you a Chinese member?"
Suddenly, Yang Can felt a sense of awakening, and he figured out a lot of things at this moment. Before the curtain of the Asian financial crisis, he generously donated his money to the "government" of Hong Kong. How could it be possible that there were no Chinese members? And they occupy an extremely important position, but their identities may be more special than they thought.
Since there are American Rockefeller, DuPont family, Japan’s Mitsubishi, Sumitomo and other foreign consortium families, there are naturally large families in China that are hidden under the surface but are always influencing the country’s luck. The person behind Wu Bin is only afraid to It's bigger than you think.
Wu Bin, Wu Lan, and the mysterious Wu Xiannian at the charity banquet. It was a coincidence. There were a lot of nobles surnamed Wu, and their luck was really good. Yang Can couldn't help but laugh:
"In other words, the Americans at the original foundation did not support my expansion of the North American market, but the strong support of Mr. Wu, who provided such a position in Gabon."
Jonathan smiled and replied:
"I am not too clear about the specific situation of the foundation, but I know that the high-level Chinese officials in the foundation are very influential. Let's put it this way, you came to the United States as the Chinese representative of the foundation. There is a conflict of fundamental interest between politics and culture. The European and American representatives want to suppress you, while the Chinese side wants to support you. The two cancel each other out. In fact, your success is entirely on your own."
Mr. Wu regarded himself as his own person. Although he did not agree to come to the United States, he did so many things behind his back to support him. Yang Can couldn't help but feel enthusiastic about this, and he immediately felt confident in his heart.
Knowing that Jonathan had something to mention, Yang Can gave the frustrated Mai Weijian a wink and let him stay.
At the end of the dinner party, thousands of people left the venue. Jonathan mysteriously took Yang Can and Mai Weijian to the forty-third floor upstairs in the elevator, explaining to Yang Can in the elevator.
"Yang must be wondering why the association’s dinner atmosphere is so alienated? It doesn’t look like Hollywood at all, is it." Yang Can suddenly smelled a strange smell of burning in the elevator, but was immediately caught by Jonathan’s weird laughter. attract:
"Because this is only an external form, the real party usually starts now."
The elevator door opened with a "ding", and the hall was almost the same as the previous venue, but the decoration was obviously more trendy, with black and white fashionable colors as the main color, and transparent walls showed through. The faint halo of colored lights.
"Welcome, Mr. Jonathan, which area are you going to today." The black waiter with a bow tie came over and asked Jonathan vigorously.
"Zone C." Jonathan took off his jacket and handed it to the black man for him to take it away. He appeared a lot younger when he "showed" the vest and shirt. Mai Weijian followed them in and saw that he was stupid. In the brightly-lit hall, there are women wearing hot "sex" women, and under the strong black rhythm music, the smell of wine and unbridled laughter are everywhere.
They dazzled and saw two very dazzling old handsome guys George Clooney and Leonardo DiCaprio, Yang Can could not help but be a little surprised, one consciousness energy 634, the other 636, which is higher than they are in the movie. A lot of money, and sure enough, the world's top playboys, this is their stage.
"This is the Hollywood in my impression." Yang Can couldn't help but narrowed his mouth, and laughed out of his cigarette. This kind of free environment suits him.
Jonathan didn't stop, but went straight to the back passage. There were many rooms along the way. Yang Can noticed the 350 conscious energy of the people inside, and he knew that these were probably small private rooms of various organizations.
Whether it’s the Producers’ Guild, Directors’ Guild, or Actors’ Guild, these are classified according to occupations. According to interest groups such as Kennedy and Bush, they have their own organizations. All directors, actors, and producers have their own preferences. , Americans like to engage in these organizations, which also belongs to the scope of law.
Yang Can has found many of the people below, but he has not found Spielberg with a consciousness energy of up to 769. Those who want to come to the real film artists still disdain to participate in this kind of interest group.
Their target room was very peculiar. Two Chinese bodyguards who were not too tall stood at the door. Yang Can knew that they were professional soldiers only by looking at their posture. Jonathan whispered a few words to a bodyguard, and the professional bodyguard turned and went in.
Yang Can also seemed to smell the burnt smoke, and strangely no one smoked. At this moment, a bald man who thought he was smiling appeared and hugged Jonathan.
"Tian, Yang will leave it to you." Since this room is not inaccessible to Chinese people, Jonathan can only leave first.
"You are Yang Can, Mai Weijian, welcome to join the China Hometown Association, I am Tian Guorong." The bald man was very kind, and he was obviously surprised that Yang Can was so young. He brought it to the room. Obviously, all the previous Yang Can information It has been verified.
"Chinatown Association?" Mai Weijian opened his mouth in surprise. Chinese people living in the United States probably all know the name of this organization composed of elite Chinese who studied in the United States. It has always been said that Chinatown was established by Chinatown Association. There really is such an organization.
As soon as Yang Can entered the room of about 100 square meters, it was another world. They were all Chinese with yellow skin and black eyes.
Different from the impetuous atmosphere outside, the people here appear to be gentle and elegant, not irritable. Among them, Yang Can knows the famous Silicon Valley entrepreneur Chen Wufu, the pianist Ma Youyou, and the Pritzker Prize winner I.M. Pei , Even he saw the figure of Hong Kong actor Hong Jinbao.
China Hometown Association has its own strict terms. Yang Can, the new member, obviously didn't receive much attention. Tian Guorong just brought him to a gray-haired old man.
"Old Fu, he is the new young man who joined."
The old man sitting on the wooden chair had extremely sharp and deep eyes, and being stared at him made Yang Can feel unnatural.
Both Tian Guorong and Fu Lao’s consciousness energy are the same as Wu Bin. They are in a golden color. You can’t see what they are thinking, and Fu Lao’s serious face suddenly "shows" a satisfied smile. The conscious energy that is as deep as the sea gives people a very heavy feeling, and in turn there is a very comfortable elder's mind.
"Hello, Mr. Fu." Yang Can and Mai Weijian greet this old man who seems to be at least 80 years old.
"Your name is Yang Can. I heard. You did a good job. I watched on Gabon TV yesterday, but it's a pity that I don't understand English." Fu Lao kindly stretched out his palm like an ancient tree. I "touched" Yang Can's palm, and looked at him kindly, as if he was treating Yang Can as a relative.
"It's not easy for Chinese people in the United States. We must help each other out."
Yang Can shook his head: "A person still has to rely on himself wherever he is."
Fu Lao smiled noncommitantly and waved a few people, including men and women.
"I discussed with the Wu family. Los Angeles will be dominated by top media in the future. You guys have to help Yang Can more if you have anything in the future, do you understand?" Fu Lao moved his mouth slightly, everyone He looked respectful and didn't dare to look at him with his head down.
Tian Guorong introduced these people to Yang Can one by one, Zhang Jianjun, Sheriff of the Los Angeles Police Department, Liu Feifei, West District Manager of AMC Cinemas, Zheng Kai, Deputy Director of the Los Angeles Fire Department, and a senator named Huang Wendao, all from various industries. Of the elite.
Yang Can knew in his heart that he must have passed the "test" of showing Chinese TV dramas in North America in order to get the full support of the China Hometown Association.
"Well, everything depends on Fu Lao's arrangement." Several nodded, but they kept looking at Yang Can unconsciously when they left the phone number with Yang Can.
Even if Yang Can doesn’t need to read minds, he can see that these people’s contempt for themselves, after all, he usually intends to converge the energy of consciousness to reduce the loss, and it feels more simple, but only with a slight smile. After all, it is still better to integrate into a new environment. It will take some time.
After explaining this matter, Tian Guorong also smiled and introduced some information about the China Hometown Association to Yang Can and Mai Weijian.
"The big events in the meeting are arranged by Fu Lao. The general members of the small things can contact privately. Everyone gathers here once a month if there is nothing to do.."
After thanking Yang Can, he walked around in the hall and met people. Suddenly he felt a touch on his shoulder. He heard a fragrance that seemed familiar to him, and he turned his head and saw the pretty "butt" lady. Han Cailing.
"It's a coincidence." Han Cailing looked at him, and took a look at Yang Can's suit today, with unexpected light shining in her big eyes.
Yang Can noticed Han Cailing's hollowed-out "sex" back, whistled in his heart, and smiled:
"This is called predestined destiny. It's strange why you are here? Do I remember that you are not Korean?" No wonder she can establish a foothold in Los Angeles as a woman, because there is someone behind her.
"You don't know about dual citizenship? I am also from Hong Kong, China."
Han Cailing spoke in Mandarin with a Hong Kong accent. She sat down next to him and asked the waiter to take a plate of fruit. Don't put the grapes in her delicate lips with a sense of sex and ask him suspiciously:
"Are you really... the famous Yang Dapao in the mainland?" There are so many Asians in Hollywood. Han Cailing received information about Yang Can. She was shocked to see the photos in the newspaper. The kid who saved him, Was the kid who dreamed of bringing Chinese TV to the United States such a famous person
"Is Yang Dapao famous?" Yang Can also came over with a bunch of grapes, and smiled frivolously: "What kind of person was in your original imagination? Is it worth my impersonation?"
Han Cailing also knows that Yang Can really did what she said. She has mixed up some nicknames in Los Angeles in a short time, and she admires him very much. After working hard in Los Angeles for so many years, she knows best how difficult it is to enter this market. Looking at the eyebrows:
"Well... in my mind, Yang Dapao seems to be shorter... fatter, he should be like him" pointing to Hong Jinbao who was laughing and chatting not far away.
Yang Can almost squirted out a sip of grapes, and didn't know whether to cry or laugh. It turns out that this Korean girl thinks that she should be "sex", but is she boasting her handsomeness? "Touching" his chin.
Han Cailing looked at his beautiful eyes like stars, suddenly laughed and thought Yang Can was very funny, but looked at him curiously: "Are you from Old Fu? I have never seen him talk to anyone other than Uncle Tian. For so long."
Yang Can shook his head: "I'm new here, is it difficult to talk to Fu Lao?"
"Haha." Han Cailing looked at him and couldn't laugh or cry: "Many of the people here are goddess Fu, goddess Fu, who haven't spoken to him for a long time, what do you think?"
Yang Can lit a cigarette, and inadvertently saw the "sex" curve of Han Cailing's back, and wished to see her pretty "hip" directly. It was simply mouth-watering, only seeing that Han Cailing's "butt" seemed to have a tattoo. , But can't see clearly.
"Want to know what it is?" Han Cailing obviously didn't hesitate to look at Yang Can with her beautiful figure and she wanted to tease him without knowing what she was looking at.
"Bats." Yang Can guessed it was a butterfly, but deliberately teased her with Han Cailing, causing Han Cailing to stare at him, blinking her big eyes, and suddenly she looked attentively.
Yang Canqi said, "I always watch what I do?"
Han Cailing smiled: "Look at you, Yang Dapao, why are so many women who like it? I don't want to take a look."
Yang Can suddenly smelled a scent of smoke again, which seemed to be stronger than before..