"So, let's get here today. I'm happy to meet you, Sean." The producer sitting on the single sofa gently tapped the handrail, then stood up. From the smile on his face, he was very satisfied with the meeting.

"So too, Mr. Wash, I'm happy to chat with you." Sean also stood up, shook hands with the other party, and turned to the Chinese who was sitting with him, "and you, Mr. Director."

"You gave me a lot of surprises, Sean, I think we will cooperate happily." The other party said seriously. He looked about forty years old, with his eyes and a little round face, just like most Chinese Americans, with a gentle temperament.

"So too, I'm already looking forward to this movie." Sean smiled and shook hands with him.

"What a pleasant meeting. If all the movie negotiations were like us, there would be no dispute." Frederick stood up without missing the opportunity and said in an exaggerated tone.

"Okay, Fred, put away your stingy words, it will only make me disgusted." Although Wash said so, he was more ridiculing.

Then, Sean and the director left the office first, and then Frederick and Wash left in the opposite direction after leaving the door.

"It's yours," he came to the office and Wash handed Frederick the prepared contract. "The crew is still filming everywhere, so it's initially scheduled to start filming in late August."

"No problem, please notify me of any changes." Frederick nodded after looking through it.

"I have to say, Fred, your vision is really good. This young man gives people a good impression," Wosh praised, "No wonder he was chosen by Anthony Mingella."

Then, he suddenly asked, "Did you follow up with his movie?"

"Don't worry, Jackson," Frederick raised his eyebrows, "At most, you can see his popularity rising like a rocket by the end of the year."

The only thing that can get this role when Sean is not present is the influence of the unfinished film "Genius Ripley". Think about it, the actor who plays the male lead is a brilliant actor in a drama film with good reputation and box office. How much publicity will this play for a low-cost horror film.

Of course, the movie has not been released yet, so it is hard to say that you can get the desired result, but it is worth a gamble by the producer, right? I have said before that making movies is actually no different from gambling. "The Genius Ripley" may succeed or fail, but if it really has a good reputation and box office success, will Sean still take on such a role? If it fails... that's fine.

"By the way, I heard that the "Lord of the Rings" of the new line investment is about to start filming, right?" Frederick, who was about to leave, asked as if he had thought of something, "But it seems that the characters have not been completely decided yet?"

"Yes, I don't know what Robert is thinking, but he actually gave it to Peter Jackson. That guy is just a B-level director," Jackson Wash complained first, and then looked at Frederick, "What are you thinking about, Fred?"

"I think, if it's right, maybe I can recommend a few people to go over," Frederick said bluntly.

"Then you have to contact the crew." Wash waved his hand, looking unrelated to him.

"Come on, Jackson, don't think I don't know. You recommended Liv? Taylor to play the Elf Princess." Frederick smiled, "How about just treating it as a helping me?"

"Who do you want to recommend? Sean?" Wash asked back.

"Not necessarily, but there is one that suits him. I heard that the filming time may be very long. As long as there is no conflict with "The God of Death"." Ferederick raised his hands, and was well prepared.

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"Hey, how about Fred? I've done what I should do, what about you?" The agent just came out of the house and Sean, who was waiting outside, started asking questions.

"Is that so? How was it talking to James? Huang?" Frederick did not answer, but asked about him and the director.

"It's not bad. I like this guy. We had a great time chatting and exchanged a lot of opinions about the movie. The most interesting thing is that I didn't expect him to understand a little Chinese, but he couldn't speak at all." Sean said with a smile.

"That's good. The crew has initially scheduled to start the filming at the end of August. If there are any changes, they will be notified as soon as possible, and I will notify you as soon as possible." Frederick patted his shoulder, "What are you going to do next, don't I remind you, right?"

"No." Sean rolled his eyes, "It's almost three months, enough for me to think about it slowly. However, when it comes to this, the script seems to be a little wrong. Most of the descriptions of some people, well, deaths have been mentioned."

"I asked them, I was worried, but it wasn't all done yet." The agent made a gesture to understand them.

"Not all done yet?" Sean opened his mouth, "Well, I just hope there will be no situation where the script is being modified while filming."

"No, don't worry, definitely not." Frederick said in no sincerity.

Sean is too lazy to care about this for the time being: "Then..."

"Are you so optimistic about the movie version of "Lord of the Rings"?" The agent couldn't help but ask the question he had been thinking about for several days.

"Of course, I'm very sure, because..." Sean smiled, stretched out his index finger and pointed at his head and eyes, "Is this intuition, do you understand?"

"Damn, I shouldn't ask you this..." Frederick looked like a headache, then raised a hand before he spoke, "I've agreed with Wash and will meet Peter Jackson soon."

"Do you need me to go with me?" Sean asked immediately.

"No, I can handle "The God of Death" alone, and I can handle "The Lord of the Rings" alone." The agent waved his hand boldly.

The result was that when he came out of Wellington International Airport alone, he was blown by the cold wind and sneezes.

"Hell, the Southern Hemisphere." Frederick muttered hello and called a taxi, went to the city to find a hotel to settle down, and then started calling again.

"Hello, Mr. Rogers, I'm Noah Kane, I'm sorry, we're not in Wellington right now." The voice of another producer sent by Wash, who had been supervising finance on a phone call in the New Zealand crew of "Lord of the Rings".

"Mr. Kane, we agreed before." The agent said weakly. Fortunately, he also brought a duck down jacket. Otherwise, it might be that a cold is definitely a very terrible disease for Westerners.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Rogers, after we finished the phone yesterday, Director Jackson asked everyone to go to Queenstown to inspect some of the outdoor locations." The voices over there became more and more apologetic.

"In other words, I still have to rush to Queenstown now?" Frederick had the urge to faint. Queenstown had to move south, and it would only be colder than Wellington.

"Well...If you are not in a hurry, you can wait for us to come back. It will take about three or four days." After thinking about it, there was a suggestion.

Frederick rolled his eyes immediately: "I'll come here tomorrow."

At first he thought the crew was still in Los Angeles and had to meet him. After getting the contact number from Wash, he found out that they had actually gone to New Zealand to make the final preparations for the movie. Since the big talk had been said, it was naturally difficult to take it back, so Frederick had to board the plane and go to Wellington to meet Jackson first.

Unexpectedly, New Zealand will be so cold at the end of July. It’s okay when there is sun, about 59 degrees, but if the weather gets cloudy, it will quickly drop to around 40 degrees, not to mention late at night. The only thing that is fortunate is that the temperature will not be below 32 degrees.

The next day, after passing the joint torture of cars, boats, small planes and other means of transportation, and after waiting for more than a day, Frederick finally met Peter Jackson in the studio rented by the "Lord of the Rings".

"I have outlined many meetings in my mind, but what I didn't expect is that you look much rougher than in the photos, Mr. Jackson." The agent quipped first.

At this time, Peter Jackson not only had a big beard, but also had a bit of fat and bloated body. In addition, he had just returned from outside, and had the smell of the wild, which was barely related to the roughness.

But some fatigue Jackson obviously didn't take this compliment to heart, and went straight to the topic without hesitation: "I'm not polite, Mr. Rogers, Noah said you want to recommend a good actor?"

"Yes, of course," Frederick had to hand over the prepared file bag, "Shaan Don, a young actor from San Francisco to Hollywood, who had only started acting in September last year, had already played the leading role in the film directed by Anthony Mingella. He is a very talented actor, and you can watch the videotapes that auditioned at the time."

Jackson didn't say anything, put the videotape into the video camera in the office, while Frederick continued to introduce Sean.

"He can play the role of a rich inner world or a handsome and handsome role. It can be said that he is a versatile and very promising versatile." He did not blush at all when he boasted.

"Which character do you want him to fight for?" Jackson, who was looking at the TV screen, asked.

"Legras, Faramir, or Merry, Pipin or even Frodo can do it." Frederick, who had done his homework, immediately said.

Jackson smiled, pulled the videotape out of the machine, and returned it to him: "Thank you for coming, Mr. Rogers, the young man you recommended is indeed very good, this is the truth. Although it is just a videotape, I can still see whether he is attentive and his acting skills, but I don't think there is a role that suits him, I'm very sorry."

He said, patted Frederick on the shoulder, then left the office, the agent stood there blankly, and it took him a long time to react.
Chapter completed!