Those people could only watch helplessly as their copyrights were bought. Under the pressure of the big companies, a movie with Hollywood style was officially completed.
Then, they would buy it back at a price five or even six times higher than what they had paid for it.
As a result, the cows were being milked, but the cows were not being fed grass.
The reason was that after any industry became a mature industrial chain and monopolized the market, one could not blame others for bullying them.
That was why Qin Guan had chosen to shoot the film based on Croatian illustrations.
It was a storybook for children by a famous Croatian illustrator, Milantrik.
Who would have thought that Hollywood would be so crazy as to not let go of a story illustration album?
Who was to blame?
The artist's infinite creativity, which had traveled through time and combined history, legends, communication and nature? Or the Hollywood buyers' discerning eyes?
Qin Guan hoped that the film would become a classic once again. That way, it would be the best explanation for the children's fantasy world.
Qin Guan had stayed on the set for a long time, so he had attracted the attention of the staff. When they found out that he had come uninvited, they all treated him kindly.
Of course, being on the set in Vancouver was like being at the United Nations. People of different skin colors, races, and even languages were making a living there.
Qin Guan was led to the director by a red-skinned assistant. The young director, who had curly hair, grabbed Qin Guan's wrist excitedly.
"Welcome! Welcome!"
"I thought you would be here later, so I asked my assistant to welcome you."
'Director, you're too polite. We're never late unless there's a major event.'
Punctual and humble. I like it! "
'Then you guys want to go change and get ready. Let's do a simple shot to get the feeling?'
"It's early spring in Canada, but it's still cold."
"Okay, see you later, director."
Sean looked at the back of the protagonist and touched his chin with a slightly worried expression.
He had seen some of Qin Guan's films. If he hadn't seen him in person, he wouldn't have been able to imagine how Qin Guan had been able to play those roles in front of the camera.
His appearance was a little too monstrous.
When Qin Guan walked out of the dressing room, the Canadian director couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
He was wearing a trench coat and a pair of trousers. Instead, he was wearing a denim T-shirt, which was popular among Americans.
His attire was even more typical. It couldn't be any more old-fashioned. He was wearing a round neck T-shirt and shirt, and he was wearing a black striped flannel jacket. He had a decadent temperament, and he was simply the epitome of the people who lived on the dole.
Only an actor like him could make people ignore his handsome face at this moment.
"Attention all units." Director Sean nodded to the actress in her 60s. "Municipal service company looking for work. Prepare to shoot. Actors in position. Lighting ready. Three, two, action!"
With a command, a new chapter of the movie began with a small scene.
In the film, Qin Guan played a father who was unsatisfied with his work and life.
His wife had divorced him, and his son, who was about ten years old, was living with him. Because of the pressure of life, he had to give up his dream. Even if it was to keep custody of his son, he had to find a job with a stable income.
Qin Guan thought of the government service agencies in the United States, which provided employment opportunities for unemployed people.
Here, based on your personal work experience and educational background, we will provide you with job recommendations and applications.
Large trade unions in various industries in the United States would regularly post job vacancies in the city hall to help reduce the national unemployment rate.
After all, not all jobs were available, and there was a surplus of talents.
Those vacancies with fixed incomes were Qin Guan's target.
On the screen, Qin Guan did not lower his voice. After all, he was a genius in high-tech research and development.
Although his work had not been recognized, he could never give up on his dream.
Therefore, he explained his dream to the staff member who was responsible for recommending jobs that could be his grandmother. The result could be imagined. Naturally, there was no suitable position for him.
Who was Qin Guan's character though?
He was a funny guy!
His natural confidence, without a trace of impurities, was naturally revealed after he was rejected.
"Debbie, can I call you Debbie?"
Looking at Debbie, who was in her sixties, Qin Guan smiled like he was committing a crime and started flirting with his sister. "From the first time I saw you, I felt that you were very kind. I guess you feel the same way about me."
He stared at Debbie, who had white hair and bulging orange peel, in silence.
There was dead silence.
Debbie said, "I have no feelings for you."
That was awkward.
It was the first time that Qin Guan, who had been invincible on the stage, had tasted defeat in a movie, especially against such a charming actress.
Deep love was useless, so he pretended to be pitiful.
"I really need a job. If you don't give it to me, I don't know what to do …"
Stop pretending to be pitiful. You are 27 years old.
Women's maternal instincts increased with age though. Qin Guan's begging succeeded.
He had received a job offer. Everyone Debbie had recommended had been rejected. She wanted to give it a try, so she decided to let him try his luck.
"Thank you!"
Qin Guan took the documents and got the recommendation certificate. The scene was finished with a simple "thank you".
‘CUT！ Good! "
The director gave a thumbs-up to the set excitedly. "Take a break, Qin Guan. We'll shoot the next scene in the museum!"
"Okay, director!"
Qin Guan turned around and gestured to Debbie, who was about to leave.
"My dear Debbie, please let me show you the way."
"My pleasure."
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