Rebirth In Hollywood

Taking the Beckhams around the banquet hall and introducing them solemnly, Ryan returned to the place where friends gathered. Victoria Beckham is a woman who knows how to communicate, and what she lacks is undoubtedly Heavyweight referrer.

"I heard that Disney is going to abolish the hand-drawn animation department?"

The person who asked the question was Jeffrey Katzenberg, the former head of Disney Animation Studios and now the president of DreamWorks Animation Studios, "It can't be true, Ryan?"

"My opinion is just to lay off some employees." Ryan looked at the two Disney executives Dick Cook and Robert Iger next to him, "Dick and Robert think that Disney's full shift to computer animation is in our interest. I……"

Ryan looked at Roy Disney on the other side, and shrugged gracefully, "Obviously, they convinced me and Roy."

"It's a very simple computational problem."

Because of the close cooperation in the past, Disney executives and Ryan are very familiar with each other. In addition, during this period of getting along, the words are also very direct. Robert Iger stated the currently recognized facts, "Cultivating a qualified painter Which one is more time-consuming and costly than a computer programmer? Also, when "The Lion King" was produced, the average annual salary of a hand-drawn artist was only 120,000 US dollars. Now? Now it is 750,000 US dollars. Animation takes longer, uses more hands, and the cost of labor alone can blow our budget completely."

Everyone was an industry insider who knew the situation, including Ryan, and they all nodded.

The decline of hand-drawn animation is not only a matter of technology and style. Robert Iger's words are also one of the extremely important reasons.

"It's just a pity." Roy Disney sighed softly.

"Perhaps ten years later, people will start to feel nostalgic." Ryan raised his glass to the old man. Laughing, "We can restart the hand-drawn animation."

"Ryan, your vision of the film market has always been accurate." Roy Disney drank the remaining red wine in the glass, "I look forward to that day."

Hear what the other person has to say. Ryan's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the ongoing bilateral negotiations with the federal government, "Jeff. And Roy, don't you think Hollywood should unite and put more pressure on the federal government?"

"You mean ongoing bilateral negotiations?"

This is a matter related to the interests of Hollywood as a whole, and they are naturally aware of it. Jeff Katzenberg said, "I heard about the latest concessions proposed by the other party,

The number of films imported from Hollywood with ordinary accounts has increased to 13, and the box office share has increased to 15%. "

As soon as he finished speaking, let alone the people around him, even he shook his head, obviously very dissatisfied.

"This matter concerns the interests of all of us." Ryan also seemed a little helpless.

"So. We should unite."

Shirley Lansing, who is in charge of Paramount Pictures, came over, "I have already exchanged opinions with the heads of some film companies. Our bottom line is 25 general accounts, with at least one month's schedule. And we can't Less than 25% box office share."

"With all due respect, Shirley." Ryan shook his head lightly, "It's very difficult."

If the other side wants to join, it must make concessions, but the current actions of the federal government also need to make some compromises to the other side.

"I believe the federal government will not waste taxpayers' money." Shirley Lansing laughed. "America needs Hollywood."

"But Hollywood needs the whole world," Dick Cook interjected.

Everyone laughed together.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the tall figure walking towards the corner after the entertainment. Ryan whispered a few words to the people around him and walked over.

"Don't drink such a strong drink."

Although he never drank it, Ryan could tell it was a glass of whiskey from the color, "it's easy to get drunk."

After speaking, he stuffed a glass of soda into Nicole's hand, and took the glass over.

Nicole whispered coldly, "What tricks are you trying to play? I'm still angry!"

After the Disney shareholder meeting, this guy made a few phone calls every day, and came to her door the next day, trying his best to make her happy, but the tone in his heart kept making her angry.

It's one thing to be on the same page when it comes to Disney, and quite another to be otherwise.

"It's nothing, I just want to chat for a while." Gently turning the wine glass in his hand, Ryan was a little nervous.

"Do you think it's necessary?"

As soon as Nicole spoke, Ryan nodded vigorously and blurted out a sentence, "If you drink this glass of wine, we can have a good talk."

The spinning glass stopped silently, and about half a second later, Ryan picked up the glass and poured it into his mouth.

As soon as his tongue came into contact with the spicy liquid, he felt someone hit his wrist hard. The wine glass could no longer be held, and fell to the floor with a clattering sound. Some of the wine splashed onto the dark dress .

Fortunately, this was only a corner of the banquet hall, and there were not many people around. The few people who heard the movement turned their heads back tacitly when they saw Ryan and Nicole.

"How much did you drink?" Those light blue eyes stared at him like steel needles, "Are you crazy? I'm crazy, so are you crazy too?"

"Hey, dear." Ryan quickly motioned her to lower his voice, "I'm fine, I promise, there is no problem."

Although he is allergic to alcohol, the chance of being as unlucky as in his previous life is not high.

"We're all crazy!"

Nicole whispered coldly, grabbed his arm, and walked towards the exit on the other side.

Ryan quickly turned around and gestured to George, asking him to speak to the Disney executives for him, after all, he was one of the hosts of the party.

"Hey Nicole, don't be nervous."

When getting into Nicole's car, Ryan was still explaining, "Look, I have nothing to do except my face is a little red."

"Shut up! Ryan!"

Seeing the long-lost stern eyes, Ryan closed his mouth unconsciously, and then threw a handkerchief on his head.

After simply wiping off the wine stains on the dress, and looking at Nicole's pale face as cold as the Antarctic ice, Ryan could only remain silent.

Scenes from childhood suddenly flashed through my mind, the kind Nicole, the stern Nicole, the beautiful Nicole, the Nicole who swore to make him pay the price...

Let alone a glass of wine, even if she pushed herself out of the car and then drove over, it was only natural.

Both of them were silent, and they returned to their former home in such silence.

"Elsa, inform everyone that you are temporarily on vacation."

As soon as she walked out of the garage, Nicole told her housekeeper, "And you, you can go home, wait for my call."

What is this for? Ryan was puzzled.

Walking into the villa, the two sat opposite each other, Nicole kept a cold face, Ryan wanted to say something, but really didn't know what to say.

After more than ten years of getting along, the relationship between them is the most complicated.

"Do you know, Ryan, do you know how I have lived for more than a year? If it wasn't for Judy, Kate, Nami, and Anne who accompanied me..."

Nicole stared at him coldly and broke the silence, "Do you know what I've been thinking about the most during this time? I want to throw you into the sea first, and then kill those two women!"

"Do you want to see me do this?" Her eyes were as sharp as steel needles.

Ryan saw danger in those pale blue eyes, "Hey Nicole, calm down, keep calm please?"

"Sit here, don't move, don't look."

Suddenly, Nicole stood up and walked towards the kitchen behind him, "If you don't want me to turn my back on you, keep it as it is now."

Keep it the way it is now? Ryan breathed a sigh of relief, it doesn't matter if he just sits all night.

It's been a long time since he's been here, and he doesn't know if there is any surveillance equipment, so just in case, he just sits here quietly and waits for Nicole to come back.

About ten minutes later, the sound of high heels landing came from behind. Nicole's footsteps sounded a little heavy. Although he wanted to look back, Ryan still endured it. Since Nicole took the initiative to take him back to their home , that means things are starting to turn around, and the most important thing now is patience.

"I don't want to blame others, although I really want to kill them, so what belongs to them is yours!"

Just when Ryan was thinking about the meaning of Nicole's words, water like waves fell on his head and flowed on his body again. The icy cold feeling caught him off guard and shivered several times.

Seeing the ice cubes rolling down with the water, Ryan couldn't help looking at Nicole.

"Honey, enjoy the gift I gave you."

At the same time as the voice sounded, Nicole picked up another small plastic bucket, and the water mixed with white crushed ice fell on his head like a waterfall.

"Ah Choo~"

Water mixed with crushed ice fell from his head, wet his light brown hair, and then rolled down his face and onto his body, turning even the sofa into a vast ocean.

His physique is not resistant to cold by nature, and only he can understand the feeling at this time. However, Ryan knows that he deserves what he deserves. If Ni can vent the anger in his heart, let the ice water come more violently.

"You know, Ryan."

Nicole kicked the two plastic buckets to the floor, "I just figured out one thing during this time. I was too kind to you in the past."

After speaking, she walked aside, found a thick blanket on the bed, and threw it on Ryan's head.

"Honey, don't challenge the bottom line of my patience." Nicole walked towards the second floor and said without looking back, "The opportunity is always only this time, you know me, and I will do what I say... " ()