"Hello, is DreamWorks Office? This is the editorial department of "Today's Morning Post", we hope to..."

"Hello, Mr. Lawrence is it? This is the editorial department of "Entertainment Weekly", we are for your company..."

"Hello, is Ms. Alice-Wang the director of your company? Can she accept us..."

From early morning to sunset, there have been countless calls of such types over the past few days. Lawrence just hung up a call of this type and sat in the office and sighed helplessly.

"Sigh, I think this is actually a good thing."

The man sitting on the sofa has a thick-faced beard and holding a green cover book in his hand. It is Steven Spielberg, a famous Hollywood director who directed masterpieces such as "Jaws" and "E-T".

"The entertainment industry is where people rely on fame to make a living. Since Alice has become a director now, it is of course a good thing to become famous. Like her current fame, many new directors have always dreamed of. Being popular overnight is not something that anyone can achieve."

As the best friend of this well-known director, Lawrence had no need to hide his mood at all. He sighed helplessly: "The problem is, I really regret the contract signed with her now. Why did I have no investment at all? From the release to now, not to mention the long five-month period, the box office itself has reached 215 million. God, this is 200 million US dollars! And except for the fraction of the publicity fee, I can't make any money!"

Looking at Lawrence's bitter face and speaking in his heart, Spielberg did have the idea of ​​laughing at him. After all, the veteran Wall Street venture capitalist in front of him has always had an amazing record. Anyone who can make him suffer such a big loss will inevitably be gloating.

"Ahem, Roger, let me tell you what you think next. Alice can now be said to be the pillar of your company. Although this movie... I can't say whether it depends on publicity or the quality that has such a high box office. But now she is famous here, and the second movie she made will not lose money no matter what she says."

Lawrence did not immediately speak, but looked out the window.

"Look, there are figures on that window!"

On the corner outside the building, a reporter shouted: "This is the fifth time today. It must be the general manager's office there. Keep a close eye on it and see if Alice-Wang will appear!"

While around me, I didn't say anything, and wasted a piece of film first and then made other conclusions.

"Five, six...eight."

Lawrence looked down at the street outside the window in the office building: "Eight reporters stayed outside on shifts 24 hours a day, not just to find Alice, but now the entire DreamWorks is within their coverage. Tsk tsk... I like this reputation."

I was really helpless and happy. For five months, although Alice had gone to mainland China as early as the end of December, Lawrence had witnessed the changes this film brought to the company with his own eyes. Just like today, Spielberg came here for nothing, just to see the script manuscripts submitted by screenwriters across the country.

DreamWorks, which was long before the release of "Ghost Records", was just a new company with a registered capital of more than one million yuan. Not to mention that there could be a hundred companies of this size in Hollywood at any time, more than a dozen companies could still be collected in half a year. If it weren't for the release of this movie, how could it have received half a file cabinet script manuscripts in one month?

"Well, this "The Death of a Middle-Class Man" seems a bit interesting..."

Spielberg flipped through the manuscript casually, and the beginning of one of them was as follows: "My name is Lester Banning. I'm going to die in one year, but I don't know yet..."

The script seemed interesting, however, just as Spielberg was about to continue reading, the office door suddenly opened.

"Hey, Uncle Roger, I'll do it...who is this?"

The person who came was Alice. This was Saturday morning. She was dressed in neat denim and shirt and wore a white baseball cap. She looked cheerful, charming and full of energy.

Seeing the girl's surprised look, Lawrence laughed and said, "Come on, Steven, let me introduce you to Alice. Alice, this is..."

"Steven Spielberg, it's an honor to see you. It's not an exaggeration to say that I'm your fan."

Alice reached out to Spielberg in surprise: "So you know Uncle Roger, I really didn't expect to see you here."

Spielberg shook hands with her in surprise, and nodded constantly, "I have known your name for a long time, Alice, when we met today, you are indeed an extraordinary girl. Not everyone can have this temperament."

Alice grunted and her tone dropped: "Don't joke... This kind of fame in the entertainment industry is really a bit unbearable. Just look at the group of paparazzi outside, Uncle Roger, do you know how I joined the company?"

Lawrence was about to ask this question, but he looked out the window and said, "You should have noticed the eight paparazzi outside, that's what I turned over from the back of the building? No, it's necessary to pass through the main entrance, right?"

"Just just go through the windows."

Spielberg laughed and took the topic back into his own hands: "Alice, look at what book is in my hand?"

Alice had naturally seen the book in his hand. The green and black cover was exactly the latest version of her previous life. She laughed: "Does Mr. Spielberg plan to make it into a movie in "Jurassic Park"?"

Spielberg's eyes widened a little wider: "Yes, I've talked to Roger about this issue just now, but he told me that unless the director can directly draw dinosaurs with computer technology, you will never authorize it. Is that true?"

The legitimate original film director in front of him, of course, Alice was not surprised at all when she saw that the other party was interested in this book, so she answered cautiously: "Dinosaurs are large creatures. It is not okay to rely on actors to wear skins like "Alien" to play, but if it is replaced directly with robots, it is still too unsophisticated. But computer drawings are different. Now, it is a period of great development in the IT industry. Lucas's Industrial Light and Magic has his "Star Wars" as an example. Using that technology to shoot can produce fine products. Do you think?"

Spielberg didn't expect so much. He frowned slightly at this moment, and after a little thought, he said: "Indeed, Star Wars impressed me very deeply, especially the laser swords and laser guns that opened fire. If you could use that technology to make dinosaurs, it would be better than skinned machinery..."

"The key is the ups and downs of skin and texture changes when animals breathe, which is an effect that skin machinery cannot achieve. The audience is not the one who watched "King Kong" in the 1930s. If the director was so fooling around, the film would not lose money because of the plot itself~"

Lawrence sat behind his desk and laughed: "What a good thing to do with the plot itself. By the way, Alice, your "Ghost Record" has shocked the entertainment industry around the world. Are you interested in participating in the interview? Uncle will definitely arrange it for you."

Alice glanced at the newspaper on the table. It was also a Murdoch-owned industry. It was all Australian paper media. The title of the entertainment version was publishing news released locally on "Ghost Records": "Forget it, I'm just a director. I'm not an actress who relies on exposure to other directors to ask for unspoken rules. I don't have to cause trouble."

As soon as these words came out, Lawrence laughed, while Spielberg looked at Alice with a depressed look on his face, laughing and crying: "I said, girl, are you really only thirteen years old? Although I have wanted to ask this question a long time ago... In addition, your words seem to have scolded me too?"

Of course, Alice knew that she had fired a huge map cannon, and she smiled and changed the topic: "Speaking of this, this movie really made me a billionaire in one fell swoop, although it still has to be distributed to theaters. Uncle Roger, are you still interested in taking advantage of the excitement? I believe that with the strength of director Spielberg, there is no need to doubt the box office revenue, right?"

Lawrence nodded vigorously and said, "Indeed, "Raiders of the Lost Ark II" released in May has performed very well, and the scripts of both plots were written by George Lucas himself. I said Steve, do you still have plans to make the third one, right?"

Spielberg laughed and waved his hand and said, "It's enough to shoot two movies in one go. If they are released in a short period of time, the audience will feel aesthetic fatigue and I will be tired. So... Alice, since you can write books so well, why not write another script?"

Seeing the eyes of the two of them filling together, Alice rubbed her temples with some headache.

Movies can indeed make money quickly. The 1980s is indeed a gap for classic movies, but many movie actors they like will not grow up in the 1990s and will not grow in the new thousand years. If she is asked to throw them out again now, it will be very difficult.

"No hurry, haha, no hurry, just think about it slowly."

Seeing Alice rubbing her temples, Lawrence naturally thought that the girl was under pressure and quickly said, "You are just a middle school student after all, and you are the main business of attending classes on weekdays. There is no hurry to do this!"
Chapter completed!