Chapter 542

"I'm willing to bet that after two or three films, she'll definitely quit the cast. I know Emma, she's not a woman who's willing to be under someone else's command. Trelawney has a lot of scenes in the novel, but not in the movie. After all, a movie is three hours at most, and the camera has to focus on the more important characters. A minor supporting role like Trelawney will inevitably be sacrificed in the post-production unless there are key scenes, "Adriaan said with a smile.

On his left was Alan Rickman, who played the role of Snape in the Harry Potter series, and on his right was Maggie Smith, who played the role of Mag. There were many other adult actors, but the one facing him was Emma Thompson, who played the role of Trelawney in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

It seemed a little rude to say that she would definitely leave the cast in front of her, but in fact, she was not angry at all. She listened with a smile.

"Then why did you invite me to play this role?" Thompson asked, holding a cup.

"Because you agreed." Adriaan shrugged, which caused a burst of laughter.

"But to be honest, Emma, I should have invited you to play the role of Harry's mother. There are not many scenes, but they are all very important," he said.

"Fortunately, Geradin isn't here. Otherwise, she would definitely be heartbroken," Rickman immediately interjected, and everyone laughed again.

"Don't worry, Eide. For your sake, if I really want to release it, I'll definitely tell you first, and then I'll shoot another one," Thompson said.

"Then you don't have to quit, Emma," Smith said. Smith interrupted again. "We're shooting the third installment now, and according to what Joe revealed, the entire series is going to have seven books. So, after you finish the third installment, the series will basically come to an end. Judging from Joe's usual writing style, I'm afraid Trelawney won't have many scenes in the future. So, it doesn't matter if you stay or leave."

Then there was a burst of laughter, which made the atmosphere in the room even more lively. Of course, no matter how lively it was, it could not be as lively as the next room. There was a gathering of young actors, and they had their own topics and games. But there was no lack of contact. The adults would often go there, and so would the children. For example, the twins had wanted to steal some wine.

This kind of party was common among the crew. Little Emma had held one at home before, and after everyone got used to it, it was fun and fun. And it was not only the crew that attended the party. Irrelevant people could also attend, as long as they were friends of the participants, like Adriaan. Well, this example was not accurate. After all, Adriaan was the one who created the whole series, but Hugh Lorry was very suitable.

"I didn't plan to participate at first, but Rachel dragged me to come, so I had no choice but to agree. But after I came, I found out that she was actually planning to use me as a laborer. The decorations for the party can't be done by just a few of them," Lorry said as he talked about his niece.

"Originally, I didn't want to go, but Rachel dragged me to come, so I had no choice but to agree. But after I came, I found out that she actually wanted to use me as labor. The decorations for the party are not something that just the little ones can do." Lorry immediately retorted. Then, she laughed with Little Emma and the other little ones. Sure enough, one's company was stained black. With Little Emma taking the lead, the little ones — especially the girls — seemed to be even more fearless.

Lorry waved his hand, looking like he was having a headache with his niece. Adriaan couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic. "Don't mind it, Hugh. The little ones are always very naughty."

Then, he took the opportunity to ask, "Speaking of which, I have a question for you, Hugh, if it's appropriate."

"Go ahead." Laurie gestured.

"There's such a character, a TV character. He's a doctor, a very good general practitioner. Many difficult and complicated diseases can't pose a problem to him, but he's crippled, and he always avoids meeting his patients. He likes to mock his colleagues, friends, and even his patients. He calls the interns under him 'ducklings', and he never gets tired of it … educating them academically. But he still has a very good friend, and a female friend with whom he maintains an ambiguous relationship but is often at loggerheads with. From your point of view, what kind of character should this character be? "Adriaan asked with a smile.

Lorry blinked, as if realizing something. He didn't answer immediately, but after a long silence, he said with some uncertainty, "First of all, he's a little unsociable and surly, and also a little narcissistic. He believes that his lame leg has an unbearable past. He doesn't trust others but himself, but he doesn't mind others' reminders when he encounters a problem. To put it simply, he's cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Otherwise, he wouldn't have a good friend. "

At this point, Lorry suddenly laughed. "Besides, if this character is very important, the producer won't design it too oddly. He has to consider the audience's appetite."

Adriaan suddenly clapped his hands and asked, "So, Hugh, are you willing to play this role?"

"Wow, this is … not a small challenge." Although he had expected this, Hugh Lorry couldn't help but take a deep breath. This was an invitation from the miracle director.

"But I believe this is a piece of cake for you. When I handed the idea of this TV series to the screenwriters to improve, I was thinking about who would be suitable to play this strange lead character. I didn't expect to meet you here. I have to say, my luck is really good." Adriaan flattered him without a trace.

To be honest, when he first heard the name Hugh Lorry, Adriaan didn't react at all. Not only because of the pronunciation, but also because he couldn't connect the Hugh in front of him with Dr. House. In the very popular medical television series in his memory, House was a middle-aged uncle with an unkempt beard. As for the Xio in front of him, she was very polite and exuded a British aura from the inside out.

Fortunately, Adriaan had a niece named Rachel Harwood. So when Rachel mentioned her uncle Hugh Lorry again and again and introduced him to Adriaan, Adriaan finally remembered, which led to this conversation. It just so happened that ABC currently didn't have any important medical TV series, so it was very suitable to produce "Dr. House". As for Fox, there was no rush. There were still many good medical TV series. If they were willing to cooperate, Adriaan didn't mind giving them some compensation. The plan that Warner advocated was quite good, wasn't it?

"Wow, uncle is going to America now?" Rachel, who was holding her chin and hearing everything, exclaimed with glowing eyes.

"You can be proud now, Rachel. The famous Miracle Director personally invited your uncle to act in a TV series." Little Emma made a funny face at her friend.

"Hey, kids, it's not that fast. I only have a preliminary understanding now. I still have to look at the script and audition. If I don't pass, even if Eide insists, I won't take the role," Lorry said. Although the possibility of this matter being settled was quite high, after all, it was the big boss who had spoken, he still had to put on a show.

Adriaan also nodded secretly, and his impression of him improved a little. Fate was so interesting. Back then, it was just a small suggestion, and Rachel Harwood got the role of Jenny. Because of the experience from his previous life, when casting, Adriaan suggested to the crew that not all roles must be limited to the age of the characters in the novels. For example, the candidate for Jenny could be chosen from children born in 90.

So, Rachel Harwood, who had red hair and a round face, entered the eyes of the director at that time, Chris Columbus. In terms of appearance, she was indeed very similar to the Weasley family, who had a tradition of red hair. Although Rachel had participated in the audition to compete for the role of Hermione, she really liked the Harry Potter series. Plus, the crew had lobbied for her, so her family finally agreed.

If not for this episode, Rachel would have stepped into the British entertainment circle, but it was hard to say how much. So, in a sense, acting as Jenny was a good thing for her. Not only that, but she also became good friends with Little Emma. The world was unpredictable.

On the way back, Adriaan couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the scenery outside the car window, "The unknown is indeed fascinating, especially the unknown with a small scope."

"What are you talking about?" Little Emma, who had her head on his thighs, asked.

"I'm saying, why do you have to lie in the car?" Adriaan lowered his head and asked helplessly.

"Hey, don't I even have the right to lie on your thighs? Does that mean I can't even sit in the same car with you in the future? "Little Emma immediately cried out in dissatisfaction.

Adriaan really wanted to answer yes, but the concept had already been changed. To avoid being dragged into more topics, it was better to keep his mouth shut. He asked why she had to lie in the car, not why she had to use his thighs as a pillow. Okay, he did have the latter meaning, but it was just to remind her, but she …

Even so, Little Emma didn't plan to let him go. She continued to complain, "You should thank me, Eide. If I didn't drag you to the party today, how could you have met Mr. Lorry?"

"Okay, okay. Thank you, Emma. Thank you very much." Adriaan said as he leaned over and kissed her forehead.

This trick was very effective. Little Emma was stunned for a moment, then she giggled. She twisted her head a few times on his thighs and looked up at him attentively until they got home.

"Okay, I won't accompany you anymore. I have other things to do in London." After sending Little Emma back to her place and saying goodbye to Rodelin's family, Adriaan said to her.

"That's it?" Little Emma pouted as if she wasn't happy.

"Don't forget, I still have to come for your birthday the month after next." Adriaan scratched her little nose, "I've never missed your birthday, haven't I?"

Hearing this, Little Emma beamed with joy, but she did not forget to tease him, "You were absent twice, I remember it very clearly!"

She put up two fingers and gestured in front of Adriaan with a serious expression, but there was a smile in her eyes.

"Yes, I know, but I did have something to do those two times, and I didn't forget to call you, didn't I?" Adriaan bent over in front of her.

"Okay, okay, that's it." Little Emma looked around and quickly kissed him on the cheek while her family wasn't paying attention.

Laughing, Adriaan glared at her with an "I knew it" look, patted her head, and then said goodbye to Rodelin's family. Little Emma walked him to the door and watched the car leave through the window. Then she said goodbye to her adoptive mother and went back to her bedroom.

Little Emma laid on the bed for a while, then turned around and looked at the ceiling with her eyes wide open. After a while, she jumped up, turned around in front of the dressing mirror twice, and then snorted with her hands on her hips.

"One more year at most, you have to be patient!" She looked at herself in the mirror and announced, "What's mine, no one can take it away from me!"

Other than accompanying Little Emma, Adriaan did have other things to do in London. After spending a few months collecting information and discussing with Claude and the others, he had already made a decision.

"It's okay, but we don't have our own training base, and the stadium is a little small." In the team's box, Adriaan said to the old man beside him as he watched the players in blue finish their warm-up and get ready to start the game amidst the deafening cheers of the fans.

"It's not small anymore, it can accommodate 40,000 people." The old man next to him raised his snow-white eyebrows, "And the land here is expensive, it's not easy to expand."

As for the lack of a training ground, he directly ignored it. Adriaan smiled and turned into the box, which was equipped with a television. He did not need to stand in front of the window to watch the game, but he did not need to enter the box to watch the game.

"All in all, Chelsea is not bad and has potential to be unearthed. So, name your price, Mr. Bates." He said directly after sitting in the chair.

Adriaan finally chose Chelsea, and Claude's words woke him up, "Your personal investment? Or a group investment? "

Obviously, it was a personal act, so it naturally had to be according to his views. And Adriaan, who was very concerned about the giving and reclaiming of power, naturally preferred Chelsea, which was a blank piece of paper. Again, he could be a chairman who did not care about anything and delegate all the power to the manager, letting him enjoy the glory and receive the cheers. However, there was a very important difference between whether the power of the manager was given by him or whether it was given to him before he came.

Adriaan did not want to deal with Ferguson and Manchester United's fanatical fans, so Chelsea was better. Besides, it was a London team.

Of course, several conversations with Claude were also incentives for him to make the decision. The reason for his wavering was largely because Manchester United was undoubtedly more helpful to ESPN's entry into Europe, so Claude asked him if he could develop Chelsea into a first-class team after selling it. Recalling the few impressions he had of Chelsea in his previous life, it was nothing more than poaching Magical Bird and then being willing to invest in buying players. There was not much of a complicated strategy.

So the answer came out. In Claude's words, it was in line with ESPN's process of entering Europe, growing with the team and gradually building its own reputation and brand, complementing each other. This in itself was a good publicity method.

After the decision was made, Adriaan immediately arranged for people to contact Chelsea. The current chairman, Kenneth Bates, did not have a good reputation. He was notoriously outspoken and had a bad relationship with the Chelsea fans. Just last year, he was sued for comparing the Chelsea Independent Fans Association to parasites.

Such a chairman was not difficult to deal with, plus Adriaan had a lot of connections in the United Kingdom, which led to the current scene.

"Why would Mr. Kewell want to buy a Premier League team?" Bates did not answer directly. "After all, English football and American football … are two completely different sports."

He was careful not to express too many emotions beyond his words. Almost everyone in Europe knew that the United States was a football desert, and Uncle Sam preferred "barbaric" and "unaesthetic" rugby. However, the person facing Bates was a media mogul. Such a big shot was not someone he could offend. Even if there was some disdain in his heart, he would never show it.

"Every sport has its own charm." Adriaan smiled good-naturedly. "I also have a lot of friends in the United Kingdom, and I often watch English football with them. The enthusiastic atmosphere is no less than any sport, so every World Cup is a grand event."

Of course, in fact, it was because the English Premier League clubs were probably the only European teams that were easy to acquire. Whether it was Spain or Italy, it was impossible to sell the team to outsiders.

After chatting for a while, Bates finally got to the point. "I know that Chelsea is in a lot of trouble at the moment, but it is still a team with a long history and has its own glory. It has many passionate fans — I'm not talking about those parasites, but fans who really love it. So even if I want to sell it, I have to find a better owner for it. "

Adriaan maintained his smile and did not respond. Bates remained calm. "So even if many people want to buy it, such as a Russian tycoon who contacted me and offered the highest price, but …"

"How much did he offer?" Adriaan suddenly interrupted him unceremoniously.

Bates frowned slightly, but still gave the answer. "110 million."

He did not dare and would not falsely report the number. The person sitting in front of him was not a fool with a lot of money like the Russian. Adriaan had his own connections and channels. If he dared to play tricks …

"I'll give you 220 million," Adriaan said casually.

Even though Bates was calm, his throat could not help but move visibly. He even gulped and reminded rudely, "I'm talking about pounds, Mr. Kewell."

"Of course it's pounds, not Bahraini dinars or Cyprus pounds." Adriaan smiled again and looked at him condescendingly.

After saying so much, Bates just wanted to wait for the highest price to sell. Adriaan directly offered him twice the price, so he was forced into a dead end. The number had greatly exceeded Bates's psychological expectations. He dared not and could not increase the price. Moreover, 220 million pounds also showed Adriaan's determination. Not selling? That would completely and thoroughly offend him.

In short, there was no room for negotiation in any aspect.