The boundary between work and life was never so clear. If a person's female secretary or assistant spoke to him like that, it could only mean that her heart was in a mess. Unfortunately, Charlize didn't understand, but Adriaan did.
So after listening to Charlize's words that day, Adriaan didn't say anything else. He silently patted her hand and waited for her to recover before they left the amusement park together. Not only that, in the next few days, he didn't talk to Charlize about anything other than work. He even deliberately kept a certain distance from him.
If you want to capture someone, of course, you have to play hard to get. Adriaan was very skilled at this. He could use this time to deal with some important things.
Michael Bay sat on the sofa outside the office and changed his posture. Then he touched his nose. This was the third time he did this. He wasn't as leisurely as the middle-aged man sitting opposite him who was reading the newspaper. He knew the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man definitely didn't know him. At least the middle-aged man had some good works, even if they were basically done in collaboration with others. But what about himself? Other than a few MTVs and commercials, and the trophies he won with these MTVs and commercials, what else did he have?
Thinking of this, he began to become more nervous. His eyes couldn't help but look at the office door again. What did this miracle director want to do with him? Before knowing Adrian Kewell, Michael Bay didn't really admire anyone. Even though he knew a lot of directors and producers through his uncle who was a senior executive at Universal, and he had met Spielberg and the others once, he always had a sense of pride in his heart. He always thought that the movies he made were definitely not much worse than theirs.
Even though he got to know Adriaan later, he didn't take him to heart. He was just an independent director who only knew how to make low-budget movies. But as Adriaan appeared in front of the public again and again, and continued to cause controversy, Michael Bay's attention was gradually attracted to him.
His original intention hadn't changed. He still didn't like those pretentious literary movies. He still thought that if he made a movie, he would not be worse than any director. But Adriaan's long list of achievements was really dazzling. In less than three years, he had already been nominated for Best Director at two Oscars. At the same time, he used two movies to pave the way for Pacino and Thompson to become Best Actor and Best Actress. More importantly, every one of his movies made money. He had almost never lost money, including the movies he had invested in and the movies that were shot according to his scripts!
Michael Bay didn't care about Adriaan's nominations, but he couldn't ignore his ability to make money. There were many kinds of fame. For example, the fame of every movie being an art that was praised by people, or the fame of every movie being profitable. For Michael Bay, the latter was obviously more attractive to him. There was no need to mention Adriaan's ability to make money. The most surprising thing was that he had never touched anything related to filmmaking before. This was described in detail in the reports about him, and he admitted it himself.
Since the establishment of Hollywood, no director had been able to do this. There was probably no better word to describe him other than genius. No wonder the media now called him a miracle director. And Michael Bay, who was well-informed, knew more. For example, Adriaan was not only the boss of Bosworth Pictures, but also the chairman of AC Media, which was established not long ago!
If someone who could achieve so much in less than three years could not be considered a successful person, then what kind of person could be considered a successful person? As an old saying went, if the other party's ability was only a little better than yours, you might be jealous of him; but if the other party's ability was much better than yours, then you could only look up to him.
Therefore, Michael Bay sat here worrying about gains and losses. He didn't understand why Adriaan invited him through his uncle. Did he want him to direct a movie? But there were so many people to choose from, weren't there? Besides, they hadn't even met each other. So what could it be? I heard that he has a record company, could it be …
Just as he was thinking, the female secretary had already opened the office door and walked out. "Mr. Michael Bay, Mr. Jerry Bruckheimer, Mr. Adriaan invites you in together."
She's so beautiful. What's her name? Charlize Theron, that seems to be the name. Looking at the beautiful girl, Michael Bay couldn't help but whistle in his heart. Then he was stunned. Together?
The middle-aged man sitting opposite him had the same expression, but he reacted a few seconds later. After smiling at Michael in a friendly manner, he got up and walked to the office first.
Michael then got up and followed behind. His mind was now completely focused on the upcoming matter, and he had no time to care about anything else. The previous worries had been thrown out the window.
This was a simple office without much furniture, but the layout was very comfortable. All the appliances were placed quite neatly, as if to illustrate the word "order." At this time, the young man sitting at the desk was talking on the phone with a slight frown. He was wearing a white shirt without a tie, and his collar was unbuttoned. His coat was hanging on the coat rack. He looked serious and unruly at the same time.
"Please sit down." Behind the desk, Adriaan saw them come in and quickly spoke into the phone. He then got up and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Bay, Mr. Bruckheimer."
"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Kewell." The two, whose butts had just touched the chair, immediately stood up again.
"Please sit down, don't be so restrained. Please call me Adriaan or Eide. I'm not the FBI or the CIA, nor the tax bureau. I'm not here to ask you to assist in the investigation," Adriaan said jokingly.
After a few witty words, the two immediately relaxed. Then, Adriaan pressed the contact button on the phone. "Hi, Charley, please send us three cups …"
He suddenly stopped and looked at the two in front of him.
"Coffee." Michael Bay and Bruckheimer answered in unison. Then, they looked at each other in surprise and added in unison, "No matter what flavor it is."
Adriaan couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, Charley, three lattes, thank you."
Then, he looked at the two with a smile. "As expected of my carefully selected partners. We haven't even started yet, and we already have such tacit understanding."
Facing Michael and Bruckheimer's puzzled but understanding gaze, he handed the two bound scripts on his desk to them. "Take a few minutes to read the script first!"
Michael and Bruckheimer looked at each other and simply took the script and read it.
Unlike Bruckheimer, who roughly flipped through the script before reading it, Michael read each page carefully and engrossed. He didn't even notice that Charlize had brought him a cup of coffee. First, he wanted to understand as much as possible what kind of story this was. Second, he could use this opportunity to calm his excited heart. He understood Adriaan's words very well. He wanted him to direct the movie!
It took about 20 minutes for Michael to finish reading the script. He had planned to read it more carefully, but Bruckheimer had already finished reading and was drinking coffee while waiting for him. So, he had to finish the last third of the script hastily. Even so, he still felt excited. This was a good story. It was hot-blooded and humorous at the same time. He could almost picture some very exciting scenes in his mind.
"This is a good script … Adriaan." Michael thought about it and decided to call him by his full name.
"Thank you. Jerry said so too. I knew you would be a good partner." Adriaan laughed. "So, since your opinions are so unanimous, are you willing to be the producer and director of this movie?"
The two men in front of him looked at each other again, and then looked each other up and down. Finally, Bruckheimer said, "May I know why you chose us … us, Eide?"
"This is a purely commercial movie. I need a producer with more relevant experience in this area, so Don recommended you to me. He said that you are his best partner and that you have been working together very happily." Adriaan said with a smile, "I believe what he said."
Then he looked at Michael. "As for Mike, although you have no relevant experience in directing movies, I have seen all your MTV and commercials. They are very dynamic and impactful, which is what this movie needs. It doesn't care about anything else. It just needs to make the audience feel that it is interesting, interesting, and cool. "
Speaking of this, Adriaan suddenly laughed again, a little apologetically. "Of course, another reason is that the budget of this movie is only about 20 million at most, and most of it will be spent on stunts, so there is not much money to invite famous directors."
"It doesn't matter." Michael shrugged and said nothing else. Adriaan was telling the truth. He was indeed a rookie when it came to directing movies.
"But I believe that Mike will do a good job, just like I believe that Jerry will do a good job." Adriaan looked at Michael and then at Bruckheimer. "I don't think it's a bad thing to work with new directors. They may be more energetic and imaginative than some well-known directors, and the movies they make will be more attractive — in fact, I am still considered a new director at the moment."
Bruckheimer, who was still thinking, suddenly laughed. "I agree with this, I agree!"
"Very good!" Adriaan said and looked at Michael.
"I have no problem either," Michael said quickly. In any case, this was an opportunity, and he had no reason to let it go.
"Very well, gentlemen, what's left is to discuss the signing of the contract and the preparation of the movie." Adriaan clapped his hands. "I have also prepared the actors for you. Two black actors who have just switched from TV series to movies are excellent. I believe you will have a good time working together."
"No problem, you are the boss." Bruckheimer shrugged to show his acceptance. At this time, Michael suddenly asked, "Did you choose black actors because of the budget?"
"Well …" Adriaan thought for a moment, then spread his hands. "Sort of!"
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