"I thought you got it all, Fred." After coming out of the terminal building, Sean smiled and opened his hands, but the next second he pulled his clothes tight and breathed a breath of white air.

"Hehe, this is the first time I have come directly from summer to winter." He said half-complainted and half-curious.

"You will get used to it soon." Frederick, who greeted Garen, who was holding his luggage, replied, his face was really not very good-looking.

"Okay, Fred, I didn't blame you," said Sean, who noticed the agent's emotions, after getting in the car, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"I don't know," Frederick became angry again when he said this, "It's no different from his previous job. I recommended you, praised you, told him that Mingla's favourites you, and played the videotape of your audition for "The Genius Ripley", and then he refused directly. Damn, I was recommended by the new line company, how could he treat me like this!"

"Is that..." Sean frowned, "What else have you said besides this?"

"No...well, he asked me which role I wanted to fight for, and I said Legles, Faramir, Merry, Pipin, all of them are OK, you are good at a lot of roles," Frederick thought for a while, "that's about it."

"You didn't tell him that I like the Lord of the Rings trilogy very much, and even have a collection at home, so do you really want to play a role in the movie?" Sean was a little surprised.

"I didn't have time to say this. As soon as I started, he clearly expressed his rejection and followed him away, not giving me a chance to speak at all." Frederick couldn't help but roar.

"Obviously, the problem lies in the words of fighting for a role," Sean said immediately. "No director would like to audition for an actor who is not sure which role he wants to win. And you actually want the role of Legras. Now you are not worried about conflicting with the schedule and "There is Here"?"

"That's just a saying, a saying that can open up the situation. When we have in-depth discussions, I will naturally bring out my true thoughts and communicate with him. However, this damn fat New Zealand man slammed the door and he thought he was!" The agent simply roared.

"I probably guessed what you've overlooked, Fred," Sean was calm while touching his chin. "It seems that you didn't realize that Peter Jackson is the master of this series."

"Hmm...huh?" Frederick didn't react for a moment.

"Look, according to the information you gave me, Xinyi Film has invested nearly $300 million and allowed him to choose characters and locations by himself. Obviously, he handed over the production power to him. In other words, as long as Jackson did not overspending, there would be no problem with how he wanted to shoot this movie. But if you treat him with the attitude of treating James and Huang, he will naturally not give you a good look, right?" Sean spread his hands.

Frederick opened his mouth and frowned. He thought of something to argue after a few minutes, but a voice penetrated.

"Hey, I said, can we leave here first? The people behind are almost impatient to wait." Garen, who was sitting in the passenger cab, said, pointing to the rear window, and at the same time, a few whistles sounded together.

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Although he felt Wellington from Los Angeles and had a jumping trip from summer to winter, Sean did not mean to blame his agent after talking to Frederick.

His attitude is normal. When discussing roles with ordinary film directors, most of the agents praise their clients so as to facilitate the creation of momentum to take the initiative, especially when the clients are somewhat famous.

The most typical example is that if Sean had just played a supporting role in "Friends" to win the male lead in "The God of Death", even if he successfully won it, he would have to spend a lot of effort, and it would be considered light to smile. However, after he played the male lead in the Oscar Best Director movie, even if the movie was not released, the agent could handle the role in his absence, so that the other party would dare to take a gamble like this.

Every time he goes forward, Sean can feel the scent of what Frederick said, "As long as you can bring benefits, they will pursue you crazy."

Back to the topic, so Frederick miscalculated this time, and he didn't figure out how powerful Peter Jackson was on the crew.

Sean knew that although he didn't remember much about the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, Jackson won the Oscar for Best Director with "Lord of the Rings" and after the first part was successful, the new line readily agreed to pay for some of the shots to reshoot. These were impressive. Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that these trilogy were completely organized by him, and he had the right to say the same thing.

Frederick is not Sean, and he didn't know about this, so he was rejected. It doesn't matter, as long as he can still recover, so Sean came to New Zealand as soon as possible.

"Mr. Jackson, I'm Fred, Frederick Rogers, we've seen it, do you remember?" He came to the Queenstown studio again, and finally waited for Jackson to come back from outside, and the agent immediately met him.

"Oh, of course, Mr. Rogers, but I think I've already said it very clearly, there's no need to talk about it anymore." Jackson sighed, pulled the brim of his hat and seemed helpless. It seemed that Frederick had pestered him like this before.

The agent wanted to say something, but Shawn, who secretly shook his head, walked over quickly, pulled him away, and then stretched out his hand to Jackson: "Hello, Mr. Jackson, I am Shawn, Sean? Don, I want to apologize to you for my agent. He obviously didn't understand what kind of work this would be."

Jackson was a little surprised and shook hands with interest: "So what kind of work do you think this will be?"

"This will be a great work that will leave a mark of its own in film history," Sean replied, and explained, "I am not flattering you, Mr. Jackson. After learning about everything you have done for this series of movies, I knew that only those who love this novel are so tenacious. I believe this hot pillow will definitely make you a great movie."

"You're over the award, I'm just fulfilling my previous wish." Although Jackson said so, the joy of enjoyment in his eyes was very obvious.

Turning his head and whispered to the assistant, he waved to Sean: "Let's talk to my office."

Frederick, who had just said one sentence next to him, could only stare at them and leave, allowing Garen to snicker.

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"Sit, Sean," Jackson greeted him when he came to the small office, and then sat down on the single sofa. "Do you like the "Lord of the Rings" series, too?"

"Yes, I have read it repeatedly while practicing my reading ability, and I can even memorize many paragraphs." Sean said confidently.

"Really?" Jackson was a little surprised.

"You can choose a paragraph for me to try." Sean spoke in a big tone.

"Okay, the second part begins with Section 13." Jackson said immediately.

"Well..." When things came to an end, Sean got stuck. After a while, he could only smile embarrassedly, "Sorry, I know that it was the story of Frodo and Sam taking Guru through the swamp, but it was intermittent when recalling it. Can you change the section?"

"Okay," Jackson thought, "The first chapter 10, the plot of the encounter between Gods, Frodo, Sam and the others, but since I have prompted you, you have to start with paragraph 7."

"Hmm..." Sean continued to get stuck, "Sorry, I know this is the plot of Frodo and the others escaping the pursuit of the Ring Spirit in the hotel, but I'm not very familiar with these verses. Can I change it?"

"Okay," Jackson rolled his eyes this time, "Then go back to the second part, this time the seventh part starts from the 23rd paragraph."

He paused, and before Sean spoke, he added: "In this section, no more changes are allowed."

"I get it," Sean grabbed his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Can I give me a few minutes to prepare for my emotions?"

Jackson made a gesture of asking for help, and Sean immediately closed his hands, supported his chin, and closed his eyes.

He just sat there motionlessly. Jackson waited patiently for the first time, but he never moved. Gradually, Jackson waited a little impatiently.

Then, Sean opened his eyes and stood up suddenly: "Aragorn exuded an unparalleled kingly aura, causing the savages on the ground to stop, look back at the entrance of the valley uneasy, and some even look up at the sky. But the orcs laughed mercilessly. Aragorn jumped down from the high wall, and the arrows behind him were like rain. A deafening loud noise and dazzling fire burst out. The place where Aragorn stood had collapsed in the thick smoke in an instant, and the fortifications under the city gate seemed to be hit by lightning. Aragorn ran wildly to the tower where the king was.

However, just as the gate was captured and the orcs were roaring and preparing to charge, a whisper suddenly sounded behind them, as if the gentle wind from afar brought an ominous omen. The orcs on the horn rock heard this sound and couldn't help but turn their heads to look back; at that moment, the horn of the Holy Helmet Valley sounded from the tower in the fortress.

All those who heard this sound could not help but tremble all over. Many orcs fell to the ground and covered their ears with their claws. There were constant echoes from the Holy Helmet Valley, one after another, as if a trumpeter on each mountain responded to the call. The defenders listened attentively, and the sound of trumpets kept echoing in the valley. Not only did they not weaken, but they also seemed more and more wild and unrestrained, and more and more excited.

‘Holy Helmet!’ The cavalry shouted: ‘The ancient warriors are resurrected and will assist King Hieudon to win the battle!’

The king appeared in the cheers of the crowd. His horse was white as snow, his shield was dazzling, and his spear was extremely sharp. On his right was Aragon, the descendant of Irandir, and behind him was the Io royal guards. The dawn broke through the sky and the night faded quietly.

‘Cars, rush!’ With a loud roar, all the horses charged towards the enemy. They rushed out of the collapsed gate and were invincible all the way, sweeping over Aisinger's troops like a strong wind blowing through the grassland. In the valley of the Holy Helmet, the response from the previous survivors came, and they rushed out of the cave and drove away the enemies lingering there. All the remaining defenders of the Khorn Rock surged out, and the deafening horns continued to echo in the hills.
Chapter completed!