Writing Web Novels In America-Chapter 269 - 274: Bad Movie Reservation

On his way to the studio, Wang Jian kept thinking about what happened last night.

He sighed heavily, "It turns out even in the entertainment industry, it’s all about who your daddy is!"

Equally famous as Spielberg, the offer from Francis Coppola, director of "Godfather", was that the film would receive full support from the Italian community.

If Sofia Coppola were to be the director, then Robert De Niro, Nicholas Cage, and even Al Pacino would make cameo appearances.

"But..." Wang Jian took a sip of his coffee, "What I want is presence, what do the strength of the cast and the box office performance have to do with me?"

If it weren’t for Princess Diana using her autobiography as a condition, Wang Jian wouldn’t even be fretting.

"Using a web novel format to write Princess Diana’s autobiography," he turned his head to look out the window, "That woman won’t kill me, will she?"

"Wang," Tom patted his shoulder, "We’re here."

"Oh." Wang Jian responded, composed himself, and went to meet Little Bronfman, that famous prodigal of Hollywood.

To Wang Jian’s surprise, this third-generation rich kid was rather refined and genteel.

"Sorry, Mr. Wang," Little Bronfman smiled and shook hands with Wang Jian, "I just took over the media group and am getting familiar with the business, so I can’t personally entertain you."

"No problem." Wang Jian’s smile was even more genuine than the other’s.

After all, the copyright fee was paid, and the news that he had a say in the adaptation was already out.

"That’s good." Little Bronfman handed Wang Jian a business card, "This is my personal phone number."

"You can contact me anytime if you have any concerns."

"I hope that the first film I take over will achieve both box office success and critical acclaim."

Watching him leave, Wang Jian suddenly felt a bit amused.

"I’m Too Rich," that awful script?

With the imagination of this third-generation rich kid, he might actually make it big on a website!

"Mr. Wang, I’m Ron Meyer," a middle-aged Caucasian introduced himself, "the current president of Universal."

"Of course, I’m also the chief producer of ’I’m Too Rich’ now."

"The script is being written, we should first determine the choice of director."

Wang Jian took the list of director candidates and saw that Sofia Coppola was at the top.

He looked up confusedly and saw Ron Meyer smiling strangely at him.

So, the super director had almost fixed everyone, not just contacted him?

On this, Wang Jian did not comment.

Because he really wasn’t sure about a woman directing his autobiographical film adaptation.

If it failed, no big deal, Hollywood had countless failures every year.

But if it succeeded according to a woman’s aesthetic...

Who knows what image of himself would be presented in the public eye!

Wang Jian quietly turned the page without a word.

"So, Mr. Wang, any thoughts on the lead actor?" Ron Meyer asked.

"Asian skin, preferably Chinese." Wang Jian responded without hesitation.

Since the other party wanted to use the autobiography as a gimmick to promote the movie.

Then, matters of race and skin color were absolutely non-negotiable.

Think about Michael Jackson!

Regardless of the reasons, his changes pleased neither African nor Caucasian communities.

"Uh, Mr. Wang." Ron Meyer seemed a bit troubled, "In Hollywood, there are very few Chinese with box office draw."

"The only suitable John Lone doesn’t have any availability."

Wang Jian took the list offered to him and looked closely.

He was surprised to find that, other than Jackie Chan, the other most bankable star was a woman named Liu Yuling.

Jackie Chan as a writer, and the character based on himself?

Wang Jian thought of the scenario and almost spat blood.

He frowned and asked, "Can’t we have an open casting call, use some newcomers?"

"Sorry, Mr. Wang." Ron Meyer shrugged, "With such a large investment, the lead must have lead role experience from a movie."

"That’s a rule of Hollywood!"

"Or," he pondered for a moment and suggested, "could we use someone Japanese or Korean instead?"

Not to mention racial perceptions, just the English pronunciation of those ethnicities was unbearable for Wang Jian.

Before he even came through time, his pronunciation was better than theirs.

Wang Jian pondered for a moment and decided to compromise.

"So, if I agree to use Miss Sofia Coppola as the director, could we have an open casting call then?"

Ron Meyer stared at Wang Jian for a while, but still shook his head.

He clapped his hands, signaling for everyone in the office to leave, and then his expression turned serious.

"It’s unrelated, Mr. Wang."

"For the sake of my career, I cannot set this precedent."

"Frankly, even if this movie fails, the impact on me will be limited."

"But if I break the unwritten rules, then it will be difficult for me to stand in Hollywood again."

Fuck!

So, if this movie fails, would that impact him greatly?

Since the licensing fee was already in hand and the box office had nothing to do with him.

If it failed because he was involved, maybe that would actually be a good thing.

After all, many authors feel their aesthetic differs from the public, and that would likely resonate with a section of writers.

"So, it must be one of the Japanese, Korean, or Jackie Chan?" Wang Jian asked.

"Of course not." Ron Meyer shrugged, "There’s also Miss Liu Yuling."

Hearing this, Wang Jian almost stormed out.

Have a woman play him?

Wait, no!

His fingers tapped lightly on the desk, "A female director plus a woman playing a man, surely, definitely, absolutely a recipe for disaster!"

So, he wouldn’t have to worry about a female director creating an incomprehensible masterpiece with her strange aesthetic.

And as a condition to agree to Sofia Coppola as the director, he would also gain the rights to Princess Diana’s autobiography.

Looking at it worldwide, this lady was about to replace Audrey Hepburn as the new global female icon.

So, how much is that authorization worth?

And he was just using Little Bronfman’s money to earn his own...

Swindling a rich third-gen, just a little guilt on his conscience...

But what is conscience, and how much is it worth, really?

"So..." Wang Jian quickly calculated the benefits in his mind, "Liu Yuling it is?"

"What?" Ron Meyer seemed not to hear clearly and asked loudly again.

"I said, let’s use Sofia Coppola as the director."

"Have Liu Yuling as the lead!" Wang Jian answered.

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