"The French critics haven't come up with a decent review so far. What do you think, Sophie?" After the gathering, Adriaan hugged Sophie and asked with a smile.
"I don't know," Sophie answered after hesitating for a long time.
No matter what, she was still French. If she could get the recognition of her own country's people, critics, and filmmakers, it would undoubtedly be very good, and she could wash away her title as a vase. But what did French filmmakers and critics think of her? Or to put it this way, in the eyes of men, she was their true love, but in the eyes of women?
Because of this, the French had been having a headache ever since the trailer for "La Vie en Rose" came out. As early as Adriaan released "La Belle Legend of Sicily", the French had always hoped that he could produce a French film. No matter how much the Europeans despised Hollywood, they would be extremely proud if their works could be pursued by Hollywood. After all, Hollywood was very influential.
Adriaan could be regarded as one of the representatives of Hollywood. He was a world-class director, and each of his works had amazing results. Many blockbuster movies and TV series produced by Hollywood were related to him. He was still so young, and at the same time, he was also a world-class media mogul. Through "The Legend of La Belle Sicilienne", the representative of Italian actresses, Monica Bellucci, won the Oscar for Best Actress.
If such a big shot could produce a French-style film, it wouldn't matter if it won Best Actor or Actress. If it could win Best Film or Best Director, it would be enough to prove France's worldwide charm.
However, they never expected that Adriaan would really produce a French-themed movie, and it was a biopic of the famous Édit Piaf. Well, their long-awaited wish had finally come true, and they could celebrate. But … why was the female lead Sophie Marceau? It was that vase!
That's right, this was the general view of French men towards Sophie. She was a beautiful, delicate, and very flirtatious vase, nothing more. This was why Sophie's acting skills were considered average, but after so many years of hard work, she still didn't receive much honor and recognition in France.
The director that the French people most wanted to see make French-style films, while giving them what they wanted, used a vase that they didn't want to see the most as the heroine. One could imagine how tangled their feelings were. God, even Juliet Binoche would be better than Sophie Ma, right? In particular, the vase looked pretty good in the movie, which made them even more conflicted. Therefore, after the pre-screening, the movie reviews from France were somewhat indifferent.
"Don't take it to heart." Adriaan pulled Sophie into his arms. "Everyone can see how good your performance is. It doesn't matter if they don't want to admit it. When you became the most dazzling woman at the Oscars, their opinions are insignificant. Not to mention … they can't represent all French people."
"You're really good at coaxing people, Eide." Sophie smiled and looked a lot calmer. Then she said half-jokingly, "If you don't break the record this time, will you be very angry?"
"Of course not, dear, I promised you." Adriaan laughed, held Sophie's face, and kissed her wet lips.
There was naturally a reason why he said that. Long before the movie "La Vie En Rose", Adriaan had already told Weinstein that they could start what they had to do. When he handed "Pirates of the Caribbean" to Miramax, Harvey Weinstein had promised Adriaan that he would help him tackle the problem three times.
Monica used it once, Nicole used it again, and Sophie used it again. As for the rest, Adriaan had his own arrangements.
Weinstein was a little embarrassed at first. It was not an easy task. In the case that Adriaan had won the Best Actress Award for several years in a row, it was definitely not easy to let Sophie win the first prize. But Adriaan just gave him a small hint, and he immediately accepted it with a smile. It was indeed a very good advantage, and it would not be a problem if he used it well.
Of course, Weinstein also took the opportunity to ask, "Seeing that I'm working so hard, should I …"
"Make the third" Pirates of the Caribbean "to the extreme and win over Dep." Adriaan replied with a smile.
In the film tide of December, apart from the blockbusters aimed at the market, there was also a documentary film among the films aiming for the Oscars. Yes, Michael Moore's "Fahrenheit 911." After receiving the Palme d 'Or in May, although there were several rumors that it would be released in the United States, it was quickly postponed. It was not because of the difficulty of classification, but because of the failure to negotiate with the cinema. After postponing it again and again, it was finally confirmed that it would be released at the end of January next year, and the cinema was pitifully small.
However, Miramax's strategy was very successful. At least for the entire second half of 2003, whenever there was a discussion about documentaries or political issues, "Fahrenheit 911" could not be avoided. Every time it was about to be released, it attracted a lot of attention. When it was released next year, it was believed that the impact on the election would be higher than before. But it was hard to say how much higher it would be. The outcome of an election would never change because of this factor. To bring down Bush, it was much more useful to accuse him of sexual harassment of underage girls than to accuse him of waging war. The result of the narrow vote victory in Adriaan's memory was enough to illustrate the problem.
What's more, Texas had invited Claude several times. Recently, they had made a connection between him and the Dallas Cowboys. Looking at this, one could see that they were determined to win Bush's re-election next year.
Well, no matter what, no matter how the election developed, it had nothing to do with Adriaan, even if Bush lost the election in the end. So after Christmas, he accompanied the women and daughters for two days, then returned to London according to the itinerary to meet with the new Chelsea manager, or rather, the new manager who would become Chelsea.
"With all due respect, Mr. Kewell — Adriaan, there are many excellent football managers in Europe. Why do you insist on inviting me to coach Chelsea?" In the spacious suite of the London hotel, the Portuguese, who looked stylish in a suit and leather shoes, asked after throwing a sugar cube into his coffee cup.
"I know your concerns, José." Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Adriaan turned his head and smiled, ignoring the other person's strong accent. "I don't deny that I'm an American from a football desert. I also don't deny that the acquisition of Chelsea is to help the group's development in Europe, but it doesn't mean I don't know anything."
He walked back slowly and looked at José Mourinho, who was still a young manager and not a madman. "Handing professional matters to professional talents has always been my rule. Maybe I don't know much about football, but it doesn't prevent me from looking for … the best manager to take charge of this team."
Adriaan sat down, picked up his cup, smiled and continued, "I'm very confident in my vision, even in an industry I'm not familiar with. I've watched some of your coaching videos. Frankly, I can't tell the quality and level, but I noticed two points, two key points. First, you like to say arrogant things in front of the media to attract people's attention. Those reporters and fans may think you're talking big, but I'm definitely not. This is your strategy. You draw attention to yourself in this way, thereby reducing the pressure on your players. "
He paused. "Second, for a football manager, the number of times you win and draw is far more than the number of times you lose. This year, you even led Porto to the UEFA European Championship. I don't understand tactics and strategy, but a manager who can lead the team to win constantly and find ways to relieve pressure on the players and keep their morale up is bound to be an excellent manager."
Without waiting for Mourinho to speak, Adriaan waved his hand and said, "Chelsea is still a blank piece of paper to a large extent, so it's very suitable for painting. That's why I bought Chelsea instead of those powerhouses. Is there anything more exciting and challenging than turning a mediocre team into a strong team in the top competitions in Europe and the world, leading them to win countless honors and building them into a new powerhouse? The people at the club should have said this to you, and I'll repeat it again here. I can give you full authority, José. I won't interfere with anything you do. You can train this team however you want. You're the boss here. There's only one thing you need to do, and that is to lead the team from one victory to another! "
With a wave of his hands, he finally ended his speech. The room was silent for a long time. Mourinho exhaled and put down the cup in his hand. "It seems that I can't refuse your proposal, Adriaan."
"I'm glad you made the right choice, José. Chelsea welcomes you to join us." Adriaan smiled and held out his hand. "In addition, Porto will win the UEFA European Championship in a few months, right?"
"Of course." Mourinho, who shook his hand, replied proudly after a few seconds of stunned silence.
"That's right!" Adriaan suddenly said, "I'm preparing a movie related to football. The team will be based on Chelsea. If you don't mind, I hope the coach will be based on you."
"… As you wish." Mourinho, who was at a loss, nodded. Adriaan then laughed.
In fact, it was basically certain that the Portuguese would agree to Chelsea's invitation. No matter how mediocre Chelsea was, it was still a Premier League team. Which coach would not be willing to coach in a top European competition? What's more, there was an annual salary of five million euros and a club owner who fully supported him.
Therefore, the meeting was proposed by Mourinho. The purpose was to meet Adriaan, the new Chelsea owner, to confirm what kind of person he was and whether the promises he made would really be fulfilled. Although Adriaan's acquisition of Chelsea caused a small storm, the British media reported on him a lot, and he was already a popular figure in the eyes of reporters earlier. Although as his power grew step by step, the media could not help but shift their attention away, there were still many articles analyzing how he developed. They all talked about how he was a genius and how good he was at creating miracles. However, seeing was believing.
Therefore, after Adriaan gave Mourinho a reassurance, the rest did not need to be said. As long as the contract was signed, it would be useless even if Abramovich wanted to make a move after the UEFA European Championship. The only strange thing was that he did not have an adopted son named George Wood. It was really strange. Adriaan clearly remembered. Maybe he came to England to adopt him? But that was impossible … Well, whatever. Adriaan did not bother to look for detailed memories. It was not a big deal. Football was just a small diversion in his life. He would leave it to Mourinho.
Speaking of Mr. Abramovich, he eventually bought Tottenham Hotspur. He did not know what means he used. Although he spent a lot of money, it was not as high as it was originally. It was really boring. Adriaan thought he would make a move on Manchester United or Manchester City. But then again, Abramovich did this to make himself a celebrity. The team was naturally best in London.
"Of course I like Tottenham Hotspur. Otherwise, why would I buy them? Of course, Chelsea is also good. In fact, I wanted to buy Chelsea from the beginning. I didn't expect Eide to make a move first. It's a pity. Fortunately, I was able to pick the one I liked the most. " The well-dressed Abramovich said so. He was clean-shaven, but his Slavic appearance was not lacking.
"Then I should congratulate you, Roman. Of course, you have to pick your favorite team if you want to buy a team." Adriaan smiled and raised his glass.
He did not have a good impression of the Russian oligarch, but he did not have a bad impression either. So when he met the man at a social reception in London, he chatted a little.
"That's right." Abramovich said with a chuckle, "So I will definitely build Tottenham Hotspur into a luxury battleship. If possible, I hope the world's most dazzling star players can play for me in Tottenham Hotspur."
"I believe you can do it, Roman. I can see that you are the kind of person who never admits defeat. I like people who don't admit defeat." Adriaan took the initiative to pat him on the arm. "As for me, I prefer to leave things to the professionals. At the end of the day, I still prefer to do what I want to do as I please."
Don't worry, no one is competing with you. That was Adriaan's subtext. He was not interested in spending a lot of money to bring in flashy players, such as … What was Chenko again? Since the team was handed over to Mourinho, he would be in charge of it. He would decide what players were needed. Chelsea needed to spend money on a lot of things. Instead of spending it on these useless things, it was better to use it to build a training base and better improve the youth training.
"That's true. I like several of your works, especially the 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy. I don't know how to make a movie, but it gives me the feeling that people who are entangled with worldly affairs can't make it. No wonder people always say that Eide is good at discovering the charm of women." Abramovich's expression suddenly became ambiguous. "To be honest, our Russian girls are not bad either."
Adriaan could not help but raise his eyebrows when he heard the last sentence.
"I fully believe that women in each country and region have different charms. That's why I pursue women. They are my source of inspiration." As he said so, he made a gesture to excuse himself and left Abramovich, who was in a daze.
Adriaan knew Abramovich's purpose. After all, AC Media was one of the world's largest media groups. Unfortunately, although he was lecherous and always played unscrupulously in East Asia, it did not mean that he was really a fool who was driven by lust. Therefore, he would leave Abramovich hanging first. There were also many Russian girls in the United States. Speaking of which, Michael Ovitz had developed a lot in the sports world with his agency.
Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a little pity. Perhaps it would be better to let Miss Mila Kunis become a high-class call girl, so that he could also have time to patronize her business.
Back then, after changing Cayden Cross's fate, Adrian had decided to push another one into the sea to maintain balance, even though many women had already fallen because of the butterfly effect he had caused. He chose Mila Kunis, a Slavic woman who was born in Ukraine and immigrated to the United States with her family on the eve of the collapse of the Red Empire.
This identity was the reason why Adriaan chose her. She had no background and no connections, so it was very easy to get her. In fact, although she persisted for a while, it was only because Martin, who was in charge of the matter, did not deal with her seriously. Now her first adult film was about to be released.
It was a pity. Mila Kunis had been playing small roles in various movies and TV shows since 1995. With such a resume, she should be very popular as a high-class call girl. But since it was already like this, it did not matter. He had said that as long as he snapped his fingers, the other party would willingly undress for him, so it was fine.
It just so happened that the adult version of "Pirates of the Caribbean" had been secretly contacted by the DP. After her debut was released, it would be good to let her star with the porn queen.
As for now, rejecting Abu did not mean that Adriaan had no women to play with in London. Not to mention that it was very convenient to return to the manor, not to mention Liu Xiaoli and Liu Yifei, there were countless women who wanted to climb into his bed when he needed to socialize.
"Every woman wants to sleep with you, Eide." In the spacious bathroom of the hotel suite, Kelly Brook, whose body was immersed in the water, lay on Adriaan's chest and said with a smile.
"You are very good at talking, Kelly." Adriaan's hand under the water pinched her plump breasts.
"Nothing can compare to your sweet words — of course, not everyone is qualified to go to your bed." Kelly narrowed her eyes and seemed to enjoy it.
Then, footsteps sounded in the rising water mist. A young girl in a bathrobe appeared in front of the two in the bathtub, and then unfastened her belt.
"Come on, Cheryl, Eide and I are waiting for you." Kelly immediately called out.
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