Adriaan suddenly wanted to laugh. The James Cameron in front of him had a hint of fanaticism, like a robber who could finally move all the treasures. He didn't have the demeanor of shouting "I am the king of the world" in front of countless cameras a few years later.
Just as he was about to speak, the elevator door opened. Outside was the crowded hotel lobby. Adriaan smiled and made a gesture to James and Wendell. "Why don't we find a place to sit down and talk slowly?"
The three of them came to the bar in the lobby, found a seat, ordered drinks, and chatted. James didn't drag Adriaan to talk about investment issues as he did in the elevator. Instead, he casually talked about movies.
From "Terminator" to "Alien 2" to "The Abyss" the year before last, James talked about everything. He even talked about the difficulties he encountered when he was shooting his first work, "Piranha 2". Adriaan, who had somewhat guessed what he was thinking, said a few words of flattery and made a short introduction of himself. At the same time, he also learned that the reason why he met James and Wendell here was that the production company was also holding a party at the Baccarat Hotel.
"It's a pity, Eide. I should have gone to the cinema to see 'Fragmentary Memory'. It must have been an excellent film." After listening to Adriaan's introduction of his latest work, James sighed. As for whether it was sincere or polite, it was unknown.
"You won't like it that much, James. You are more interested in technology and effects than editing techniques." Adriaan smiled and shook his head. "Just like you didn't hesitate to dive underwater for a few hours to shoot 'The Abyss'."
"That's true." James didn't deny it. "The reason why I delayed making the sequel of 'Terminator' for seven years was that their technology didn't meet my requirements. Remember what I told you earlier, the fight with the robot in the first episode of Terminator was shot frame-by-frame? If it was done now, it wouldn't be so troublesome. "
At this point, he suddenly became excited. "You know what, Eide? This time, I've designed a liquid metal Terminator. Robert Patrick will play the role of the T-1000, and Arnold Schwarzenegger will play the role of the T-800 in order to protect the young future leader. If you go to my studio and watch the finished footage, you'll know that your $10 million investment is definitely worth it."
"I believe you completely, James." Adriaan nodded. "As long as you're willing and the producer is fine with it, I can transfer the money to your account at any time."
"If I may be so bold, Mr. Adriaan, may I know why you insist on investing?" Wendell, who had been silent all this time, interrupted. "You said before that the company you took over has just improved, so there's no need to join."
Wendell's subtext was obvious. Not to mention the high risk, 10 million was too little compared to 100 million. Even if the movie eventually made money, Adriaan wouldn't get much. James hurriedly winked at his companion, but Wendell didn't seem to see it. He stared at the young man in front of him without blinking.
"In my opinion, the name James Cameron alone is worth the investment," Adriaan said calmly.
James and Wendell were stunned. A few minutes later, James laughed proudly and held out his hand to Adriaan. "That's settled, Eide!"
"But I want to make one thing clear." Adriaan, who was shaking hands with James, suddenly said in a solemn tone, "Only 10 million. No more."
James was stunned. He had no idea what Adriaan was talking about. It wasn't until Wendell chuckled next to him that he realized what was going on. Then he rolled his eyes and smiled bitterly.
Is this investment really not going to make much money? How is that possible? This is the second installment of "Terminator"! Even if the box office remained unchanged, Adriaan would have nearly doubled the profit, which was already very good. Of course, his goal wasn't this movie. Since God had allowed him to meet James Cameron here, and he happened to meet James Cameron who was worried about the funding for "Terminator 2," it wouldn't be right not to invest in him.
James Cameron had only been an A-list director for a few years, and it was "Terminator 2" that helped him solidify his position. There was no better time than now. Just think about how many technologies and records this technical madman had created. It was absolutely necessary to rope him in now. But …
Sure enough, just as he remembered, he had begun to burn money recklessly to make "Terminator 2." One could imagine how crazy this guy would be when he produced the most expensive movie in history a few years later. On the way back, Adriaan was thinking as he drove. However, this was not a big deal. Now was the right time. James Cameron would not be a problem. But could Spielberg persuade him without using his trump card?
"Don't worry, Holmes. I promise that the production of" Captain Hook "will be completed on schedule. You don't have to be so anxious." Spielberg stretched out his hand in the air, as if trying to reassure the Sony producer sitting in another armchair.
"Well, Steven, we are old friends. I don't want to hide it from you. The company hopes that this movie can be released in the summer," Holmes sighed. Holmes sighed. "You know, Peter Pan, Captain Hook, Wendy, fairies, children's favorites."
"Summer? I'm sorry, Holmes, this is unlikely. " Spielberg shrugged, picked up the coffee in front of him, and took a sip. "I still have a lot of things to do, and I will not allow the post-production work to be done half-heartedly."
"How can it be half-heartedly, Steven? It's just speeding up the process a little. "Holmes spread his hands.
"We have worked together for a long time, Holmes. You know how I do things." Spielberg did not have the slightest intention of letting go. "Actually, the Christmas slot is a good choice, isn't it?"
Holmes stared at him for a long time. "Is it because of that? We rejected the investment? "
"How can you say that, Holmes!" Spielberg frowned.
"That's it. Please, Steven, I know you have always wanted to make this movie, but no one will like it. Instead of spending money on it, it will be better to donate it. "Holmes shook his head stubbornly.
"You're insulting me, Holmes!" Spielberg's tone became fierce. "All these years, there has not been a day that I have not thought of handing it over to someone else, but no one was willing to take it over. Since that's the case, I will produce and film it myself! It's not a big deal if they rejected me, but you actually said such a thing now. You really disappoint me! "
The two of them stared at each other for a long time. Holmes finally sighed and softened. "Alright, I apologize, Steven. I offended you. I am very sorry."
Spielberg also sighed. He knew that the other party did not mean any harm. "That's all, Holmes."
"That's all. I will tell them about the Christmas slot." Holmes nodded, got up, and left the office.
Watching him leave, Spielberg sat quietly on the sofa for a few minutes, thinking about something. Then he let out a long breath, got up, and flipped through the documents behind his desk.
Just then, the phone on the desk rang. "Mr. Steven, Mr. Adrian Kewell is looking for you. He says he has an appointment with you."
Spielberg was stunned. He looked at the time and immediately reacted. "Yes, that's right. Let him in."
Adrian Kewell. He repeated the name a few times in his heart, and the scene of that night appeared in his mind. He had not wanted to go to the party, but Elijah had personally called to invite him, so he could not refuse.
The young man had given him a good first impression. He was humble, polite, and had his own views on people and things. Moreover, he had seen the movie that had been praised by the film critics. The editing was very exquisite, and a simple story was told so brilliantly. This young man was very outstanding and had potential. It was just that he was a bit materialistic. He had said so much to him just for the last sentence.
Thinking of this, Spielberg could not help but shake his head slightly. He did not think that materialistic was a bad thing. After producing movies for so many years, he knew very well how realistic Hollywood was. He just felt that the young man was a little impatient. If the other party had been a little more stable and found an opportunity to talk about this next time, he would definitely consider it carefully. As for now …
"Hello, Eide. I'm glad we meet again so soon." When the young man's face appeared at the door, Spielberg stood up and reached out to shake the other party's hand.
"Thank you for your time, Steven." Adriaan had a modest smile on his face, and it was easy for people to have a good impression of him.
The two sat down on both sides of the desk, and after a few words of greeting, they got down to business.
"I remember that when we left the party last time, you said that you wanted to adapt a science fiction novel into a movie, right?" Spielberg asked first.
"Yes." Adriaan nodded, then put the book he had been holding on the desk in front of him. "A science fiction novel about dinosaurs. It's very interesting."
"About dinosaurs?" Spielberg raised his eyebrows unconsciously. When he picked up the book on the table and glanced at it, he was shocked.
"Jurassic Park by Mr. Michael Clayton." Adriaan's voice sounded again. "When it was first published last year, I got someone to contact him, and finally, after several twists and turns, I got the film adaptation rights. Michael and I talked on the phone several times, and we agreed that it would be the best choice for you to direct and produce this movie. "
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