"Nicholas Cage, Al Pacino!"
At a restaurant in Brooklyn, Caroline was holding an invitation, excitedly yelling at Max.
"I just knew, more good things would happen!"
Max, in face of everyone’s congratulations, also bead a big, happy smile.
However, due to her personality, she insincerely said, "Monica Bellucci could surely show off Caroline’s long legs, but Penelope Cruz totally lacks my big boobs!"
"Bey, " Beyoncé’s father and manager, holding Universal’s invitation, quickly burst into the recording studio.
"Your impersonator is Halle Berry!"
"Congratulations," the sound engineer complinted Beyoncé, "A 15-year-old singer played by a famous Hollywood actress is good news for the release of your new album."
Beyoncé, faced with everyone’s congratulations, just smiled without showing much expression.
Of course, she had no objections to being portrayed by Hollywood’s number one African vase.
Compared to that, what Beyoncé was more concerned about was whether she could get in touch with Wang Jian in Los Angeles, and whether she could get through him to secure the rights to sing the the song.
Unlike the basic satisfaction of other prototype characters, people like Wang Jian who had a say in the crew, upon getting the list of actors, went straight into a daze.
He had sequestered himself in the hotel to solely focus on researching Diana’s growth history, and that novel called "Let Go of That Witch," leaving the preparatory work to Tom.
And this, this is what you hand over to ?
"Is it that the actors lack star quality?" the associate producer, seeing the awkward expressions on Wang Jian and the others, asked nervously.
"But Sofia Coppola said that within the budget, this is the strongest cast she could find through her connections."
Goddamn lack of star quality!
Apart from those two actresses who ca from Italy and Spain to make it in Hollywood without much of a network.
The actresses playing the sister and the first love are actually Jennifer Lopez and Anna Faris, who do have a certain box-office appeal?
If you add in the cao appearance of Italian stars, this is almost the lineup of a blockbuster.
But what did Wang Jian, Francis, and Ron yer want?
They wanted a lousy film that leaves no impression on anyone after watching it!
The three tacitly looked at each other, dismissing the other staff mbers.
"How could you agree to such a cast list?" all three asked at once.
Then, they all said in unison, "I let my assistant participate!"
Indeed, just a lousy film.
It’s not worth the personal involvent of a Sect Leader among Hollywood’s six majors, a billionaire bestselling author, and one of the four great directors.
After all, everyone is busy.
But the situation now was sowhat awkward...
"You really should take better care of your daughter!" Wang Jian thought furiously at Francis Coppola.
"With such a cast and Sofia’s knack for color coordination, a cult hit could be possible!"
After a few minutes of silence, Francis’ sowhat aged voice ca through.
Damn it, this was exactly what Wang Jian feared the most.
If it turned out like "2001: A Space Odyssey," with the novel’s author not even understanding his own work, but the movie getting elevated to divine status.
Then, things... would really be bad!
Wang Jian, now a renowned author, dared not underestimate the thought processes of artistic youths.
"The Mona Lisa" was even interpreted as Da Vinci’s self-portrait.
Not to ntion that "Da Vinci’s Code" was still being serialized on the website!
If the great Da Vinci were to co back to life, he’d surely kill Dan Brown and those artsy youths with his paint brush!
Wang Jian thought, what would it happen if this movie beca a cult classic, especially with Liu Yuling as the lead actress, as he had personally selected?
"Legendary best-selling author Wang Jian keeps a little girl in his heart?"
"Billionaire says, being a woman isn’t too bad, is it?"
If people talked nonsense after his death, that would be one thing.
But now, he was only eighteen years old!
Add to that his sowhat legendary experiences.
If Wang Jian had been a writer with literary aspirations, toiling in obscurity, he believed he would definitely have jumped on the bandwagon.
Just like the 1995 best-seller, My Hippie Girlfriend.
Besides not being able to accuse of infringent, anyone with clear eyes could see it was riding on the popularity of Forrest Gump.
If it had been anything else, it would have been okay, but with gender identity disorder, Wang Jian really couldn’t take it!
"Damn Hollywood, why can’t they treat Chinese male actors equally?"
Wang Jian cursed in his heart, while looking towards the president of Universal, "Can we change the cast list?"
Ron yer looked at the docunt with an embarrassed expression, "I thought with both of you involved, so I’ve already issued the notice."
Where’s the professionalism of a career manager? Isn’t that a bit too irresponsible?
Wang Jian let out a long sigh, pressed his hand against his temples, and no longer knew what to say.
"That’s just a possibility," director Francis said, looking at Wang Jian with a sowhat sinister smile.
"Moreover, based on my experience, apart from the story being sowhat difficult for the audience to understand, the acting of the actors, color coordination, and the music score should all be top-notch."
"There’s no problem with the actors’ performances," the president of Universal said with a light sigh while holding the docunt, "Miss Sofia’s sensitivity to fashion and colors is undeniable. It’s also what convinced Little Bronfman."
Wang Jian looked at the smug expression on director Francis’s face and felt like his lungs were about to explode.
"I know your daughter has a natural sense of fashion, suitable for the fashion industry, but is now really the ti to be proud?"
"So..." Wang Jian pondered, "then we only have music scoring to work with."
He recalled his partnership with Apple and asked tentatively, "What about rap music? I’m sure I could find sothing really terrible."
"Co on!" Ron yer took a deep breath, "Little Bronfman might be easy to deceive, but he wouldn’t agree to use rap music in an autobiographical film of a writer!"
Then there’s nothing to be done...
Wang Jian shrugged and looked towards director Francis.
"Um..." The expression on the director’s face changed for the first ti, "If it’s suitable, even classic scores wouldn’t be a problem."
"But this kind of..." His face had a bittersweet expression.
"Moreover, except for us, this matter must not be leaked," Ron yer sighed, "In the budget, this expense is also among the highest in Hollywood."
Spend the highest amount to produce the worst music, without letting the other party grasp the true intention?
Wang Jian helplessly shook his head and closed his eyes.
I should go to hell!
Why does the billionaire in the novels get whatever he wants.
Yet I’m almost mistreated for gender identity disorder.
Wang Jian opened the novels he once looked down upon, reading enviously.
Look at them buying houses, picking up girls, even having female singers cheer them on during sex.
She got a booty like a Cadillac, but I can send you into overdrive
Wait, that’s not right...
Wang Jian’s eyes suddenly opened, "If I write so suitable but vulgar lyrics, could I limit a top-notch composer to a rather low level?"
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