Chapter 198: Plan

Jeffrey didn't leave either, but sat on the sofa in Eric's office and had lunch while discussing some issues with Eric.

"Eric, except for "Dark War", the cost of all our films has not exceeded 25 million. Is it too much for you to give Robert Shea a budget of $50 million for two films?"

Hearing this question, Eric's face was also tense. After taking a few bites of the lunch in the bento box, he pushed it aside, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth: "I don't want to, but I want Robert to do his best, I have to give the other party some benefits first. It’s only 50 million, and although I said that I will give him full responsibility, if the movie Robert chooses is not good, I will definitely not sign the project plan.”

Jeffrey has no doubts about Eric's vision in movies, and he is relieved to hear Eric say this: "However, Eric, Robert's too much power will definitely not be a good thing. "

"There's nothing to worry about," Eric signed a document, quickly changed to the next one, and browsed carefully while saying, "When we have finished integrating the resources of the new line, we will completely integrate the new line with Firefly. As one, the rest is much simpler.”

Jeffrey's heart skipped a beat, secretly thinking that this little guy has a dark heart, and now he starts thinking about driving Robert Shea away. However, Eric does have this strength. After all, Robert Shea only owns 15% of the shares, and Eric has absolute control. If he wants to remove Robert Shea's position, he does not even need to go through any meeting to discuss, and directly issue a Just a file.

"Do you think I kill the donkey?" Eric smiled and looked up at Jeffrey and asked.

Jeffrey smiled awkwardly, but admitted generously: "It does feel a little bit like that."

"You know, Jeffrey. I'm not the kind of ruthless person, if Robert can do his part and do what he can do. I will never do such a big meal. It's a matter of beating the cook. It's a pity that his heart is too big, and you must have noticed it. He brought so many people here today, which is a kind of demonstration. He wants to tell us that he is very important to the fireflies. "

"I suddenly have a kind of worry," Jeffrey heard Eric say this, and added: "Look, those people today are Robert's direct descendants, if you drive him away in the future. Will these people be? Leave with him?"

Eric shook his head and said with a relaxed expression: "Do you think that if Firefly develops, those people under him will give up the annual salary and dividends of tens of millions a year, and leave with him to start a new business? ? Or, there are so many other giant film companies that have so many positions available, can they be hired together? These are unlikely, Robert has left, and I will find another one to take over the well-established distribution channels. ."

"But……"

Eric interrupted Jeffrey,

He said patiently: "Jeffrey. Actually, you don't have to worry so much. I said that Robert might be driven away, but it is not necessarily. Maybe after a year or two, he will realize his strengths and stop interfering in the system. I don’t have to do that if I focus on distribution, and Robert’s talent for film distribution is unquestionable.”

"I see," Jeffrey nodded helplessly and began to eat with his head down.

There was a few knocks on the door, and the office door was pushed open without permission. Drew, who was wearing a T-shirt and hot pants, flew in and threw himself on Eric, giggling and laughing. He also leaned into Eric's ear and asked about what happened last night.

Aaron, who was standing at the door, patiently watched the girl and Eric arguing with a smile, until Eric turned his attention to himself: "Eric. The luggage and the car are all ready, so as not to encounter any accidents on the road. In special situations like traffic jams, I think it's best for us to go now."

"Then let's go," Eric pulled the little girl off his knees: "I'm not going to be obedient these days. I can ask Jeffrey to help me if I have something. Don't make a fool of yourself."

"Cut, I'm not a child," the girl scratched on Eric in dissatisfaction, and said tiredly: "Eric, I also want to go to Venice."

"Forget it, you definitely can't stand it," Eric rubbed the girl's hairy head. Recently, the little girl didn't know what to think. She cut a cute bun head. Eric can't bear it. Stay and knead a few more times: "The flight from Los Angeles to Venice takes seventeen hours for a one-way trip, and there is a need to transfer in the middle."

Drew really couldn't stand it. Letting her do nothing on the plane for seventeen hours, it was estimated that Xiao Nizi would not be able to take it apart, so she didn't mention it again, and walked out holding Eric's arm and said: "Eric Gram, why don't we buy a private jet so that we won't be bored even if we fly for a long time."

"It's not the time yet," Eric shook his head: "Wait a year or two."

"Well," Drew nodded, the group came downstairs, and Xiao Nizi took the lead in getting into the commercial car: "I'll take you to the airport."

"Eric, I won't go, there are still things to do later," Jeffrey patted Eric on the shoulder: "The journey is smooth."

"Goodbye, Jeffrey," Eric beckoned to Jeffrey and sat in. Alan in the front got into the co-pilot. Seeing that Eric and Drew were seated in the back, he instructed the driver to drive.

He wanted to go to Venice with Eric, and he had to find an interpreter. Venice speaks Italian. But it is a coincidence that Allen's mother happened to be Italian. Allen grew up in both English and Italian since he was a child. There is no problem speaking Italian at all, so it saves the trouble of looking for a translator. .

Fortunately, it only took one hour and ten minutes to drive all the way from Burbank to Los Angeles International Airport. When we arrived, there was still half an hour before the boarding time. Eric and Alan could check in relatively calmly. formalities.

"Alan, what are you looking through?" Eric asked curiously when he saw Alan carefully checking his backpack while waiting to board the plane.

"Book, I brought a collection of Stephen King's novels. I plan to read it on the plane. Eric, did you bring it?"

Eric spread his hands. He used to take long-distance trains in his previous life, but the environment on the train was not suitable for reading, and he had never been on a plane for a long time, so he didn't think about it. Moreover, his luggage was helped by Xiao Nizi yesterday. With the girl's character, it is even more impossible to remember.

"There are still a few minutes left. Maybe you can buy a copy. There is a supermarket outside the lobby," Allen suggested.

"I'll go, Eric, you guys are waiting here. If I don't come back in time, you can just board the plane."

Eric was about to say no trouble, but the little girl had already flown out.

Just as Drew ran out of the waiting room lobby, Eric and Alan heard the sound of the announcement telling them to board the plane, and they looked at each other.

"Let's go, line up first, maybe we can catch up," Eric said, and Alan didn't refute either, and the two walked towards the boarding gate with their luggage.

Ten minutes later, only Eric and Allen were left at the boarding gate. The other passengers had already entered, and the staff next to them also began to remind them to go in. Eric took a last look behind him, and one flew away. The shadow of the girl ran towards the two of them, and the girl shoved a thick hardcover book directly into Eric's hands.

Eric knew that he didn't need to be polite to the little girl. He stuffed the book into the satchel to say goodbye, and pulled the luggage into the boarding gate.

The huge Boeing jet roared off the ground, and it took a while to calm down.

In the first class cabin, Eric unfastened his seat belt, and Aaron next to him also took out a schedule and introduced him to Eric.

"After a transfer in London, we will arrive in Venice on September 2nd, at 3pm local time, Mr. Demme and Miss Madsen said they would meet us at Marco Polo Airport. There is a meeting with Director John Landis in the evening, on the 3rd There is no activity, you can take a day off and lose the jet lag. The red carpet of the opening ceremony of the film festival on the 4th, the organizing committee invites you to participate in the party after that. Our flight ticket on the afternoon of the 5th will return to Los Angeles at 5:00 a.m. Eastern time on the 6th. Ai Rick, is there anything else to remark?"

After listening patiently, Eric shook his head: "No, that's it."

If possible, he had not planned to come to the Venice Film Festival. Although he originally had this plan, as the schedule became tighter and tighter, he also had the idea of ​​not coming. However, after the Venice Film Festival learned that he might appear, it took the initiative to send him an official invitation, hoping that he could participate in the opening ceremony.

Under the circumstance that "Cry on the Island" originally had no desire for the award, Eric's delay was nothing, but with the promotion strategy proposed by Michael Eisner, "Cry on the Island" also had the hope of winning the award. , In this case, Eric would not be able to refuse again. Because the invitation was signed by Andrei Demirnov, the chairman of the jury, and he was sincere. If Eric doesn't give the other party this face, he will directly bury a bad influence in the other party's heart. Compared with the Oscar's scale of thousands of judges, the Venice Film Festival has only nine judges, and everyone sits together to discuss and discuss Divide the award.

Therefore, in order to avoid the tragedy of "Cry on the Island" returning empty-handed because of his personal factors, Eric can only take a trip.

With a helpless sigh, Eric stopped thinking about these troubles, and took out the book Xiao Nizi bought for him from his backpack.

Looking at it, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Walden".

What book did this girl buy, and who read the prose on the plane?

Forget it, it's hypnotic.

Eric opened the plastic wrap around the book, thinking so. (To be continued)