"To put it simply, because you successfully attracted a lot of attention, "The Talented Mr. Ripley" unexpectedly topped the North American box office rankings three weeks after its release, so Harvey Weinstein gave a 1.5 million

A check as a reward?" Galen asked as he drove a Lincoln Landing on the streets of Los Angeles.

"I missed two points. So far, the total North American box office of "The Talented Mr. Ripley" has exceeded 60 million. The recovery of costs has been determined. The only question left is how much profit it can make. This plus the North American box office list this week

The top spot, as well as the Golden Globe Awards and the eyeballs I have earned so far, finally led to the release of this award." Sean, who was sitting in the passenger seat and enjoying the January night breeze in Los Angeles, said in a lazy tone.

"In addition, the second point is that Weinstein paid 1 million, and Director Minghella paid another 500,000." Sean exhaled again, "This is 1.5 million, how could he pay for it all by himself."

Even so, Weinstein is generous enough. How many producers would use 1 million to reward a new actor? Even if his popularity is now high, he has also created more revenue for the movie. As a single-handedly established Miramax

Weinstein, who works in the film industry and is a well-known producer in Hollywood, is indeed outstanding. He picks up things when they need to be picked up and puts them down when they need to be released.

Therefore, before, he could hate Sean and ask the producers to find ways to replace him, but now he has made a 180-degree turn, not only praising Sean but also giving him large rewards. This gesture is enough to prove that he is very optimistic about Sean's future.

, and there is no hint, so if Sean receives invitations from Miramax and other film companies in the future, he will definitely consider it carefully.

This is Hollywood. Sean sighed in his heart again. Weinstein's attitude and this multi-million check are undoubtedly more proud than those people's compliments.

However, this pride was only momentary. As soon as he thought of Minghella, he would wake up from his dazed state. Weinstein left after chatting with him for a few words, and Sean seized this opportunity.

Minghella asked the question he had always wanted to ask.

"Why did you choose me at that time, Mr. Minghella? Maybe my talent and potential are one of the reasons, but I believe there are more important reasons, reasons I don't know." Sean asked this, also using

Using the honorific is obviously telling the other person that you must tell him.

"You know John Harrington, right?" Minghella asked after a moment of silence.

Sean immediately showed a look of astonishment. He thought he knew the truth of the matter, but Minghella's subsequent words moved him.

"John and I entered the film industry at almost the same time. He is better than me in every aspect. But God did not give him a chance. I don't want to retell his experience. It is meaningless, so the reality is that I finally waited.

He even won the Oscar for Best Director, but he couldn't even find a film-related job. From time to time, he went to the University of Southern California as a guest lecturer to reminisce about the past." Minghella said with a sigh.

Take a breath.

"This is unfair. It is true that there are many injustices in this world, but it should not be like this. An upright person who relies on his own abilities to strive for opportunities should not be allowed to get this kind of result, this most desperate result.

"Although his tone was very calm, there were still some waves when he said this.

Lan, "So, when I saw your talent through the audition, when I heard about your hard work through that conversation, when John mentioned you to me... I decided to give you a chance, and I wanted to prove that those who have the

A person with talent and ability should receive the rewards he deserves as long as he gives his best."

He patted his shoulder: "You've done a great job, Sean. You're even better than I thought. You're talented, willing to work hard, and patient. You're good at thinking and know how to take the overall situation into consideration. But... you're too emotional."

Minghella paused deliberately when he said this, and Sean immediately became embarrassed. He knew exactly what the other person was referring to. The scandal with Gwyneth was now known to everyone. Others might

I really thought that the tabloids or the film producers were deliberately hyping it up, but Minghella, who had seen him and Gwyneth flirting on the set, definitely didn't think so.

"So I suggest that Harvey should give you appropriate compensation. This is what you deserve." Minghella did not continue to dwell on this. He reached out and patted Sean on the shoulder, "Go on, Sean, don't be proud, don't get lost,

You should have greater and more dazzling achievements, rather than being fooled by the small profits in front of you, so keep working hard, even if it is to prevent my good reputation from disappearing too quickly."

He spoke very seriously and sincerely, speaking from the bottom of his heart. When Sean felt proud, as long as he thought of these words, he would quickly calm down. Yes, if he still wants to make a difference in the future, then he must

You have to work harder, or at least try to be flawless. This is just the beginning, the beginning of a higher level.

Thank you, Mr. Minghella. Sean said silently in his heart.

Then, Galen's voice pulled him out of his memories: "Hey, Sean, how many times do you want me to call you before you react?"

"Sorry, I was thinking about something just now." Sean said hurriedly.

"Aren't you planning how to sleep with Gwyneth again?" Galen said with a bad smile.

"Is it written all over my face that I want to sleep with Gwyneth again?" Sean showed a dissatisfied look.

"Isn't it?" Galen asked immediately.

"What on earth do you want to say?" Sean couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"Well, what I want to say is that you succeeded, became famous, and received a large reward - you don't need to give Fred a commission for this, right?" Galen, who was driving, glanced at him.

"No," Sean nodded, "This is a private matter."

"That's great. Just thinking about Fred getting sulky because of this makes me very happy." Galen laughed. "He hasn't found an assistant who can replace me until now. He should give him a taste of the pain."

Taste it."

"Just stop complaining. There are things to deal with during this period, right? After waiting, he will take time to solve this problem." Sean said this, and after thinking about it, he picked up the phone and started dialing: "

Hey, Fred, you're not drunk, are you... Great, do you have any news about that... What is it? Don't tell

I, you have forgotten... Damn it, I told you on the last Thanksgiving of the last century that Galen had too much work for one person to handle, so I needed a new assistant. Fred,

How long has it been since you promised so much? Where is my new assistant...what?! I...hell!"

Sean hung up the phone in his hand, then rolled his eyes, looking a little dumbfounded.

"What's wrong?" Galen asked curiously.

"That guy thought we had a quarrel, so he didn't take it to heart. Plus, you were still with me after that, so he didn't care even more. That's why there is no news so far." Sean covered his forehead and said with a smile.

"Is it because of this?" Galen was stunned for a while before he realized what he was doing, and then he laughed out loud.

"You're happy, huh?" Sean narrowed his eyes and asked teasingly.

"I suddenly feel that this guy has some merits," Galen said, paused, and then glanced at Sean with something in mind, "I suddenly have a good candidate for a new assistant."

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"Wow, it's only been a year and a half, and you're already living in such a big house?" After getting out of the car, a young man about the same age as Sean looked at the masonry villa in front of him with a curious expression.

He has dark brown hair, cunning and lively light brown eyes, and a few obvious freckles on his cheeks. He looks a bit childish, but his thick eyebrows and big eyes, coupled with his smile, make him look very sunny. Although he is dressed simply

He wears a jacket and trousers, but exudes a kind of vitality, as if there is nothing he can't do.

"This is rent. Although I have made a fortune now, it is not enough to buy a house in a place like this." Sean, who got off the car, threw his backpack over, "So, you have to work hard to help me, Sang.

Dee.”

"No problem. Although I'm very unhappy that you just called me from San Francisco now, I'm always willing to help you if you need me." The young man named Sandy put his backpack on his back and bowed in an exaggerated way while caressing his chest.

bow.

"Great, how about you make dinner today?" Galen said immediately after parking the car and getting out.

"No need to talk!" Sandy refused without thinking.

Sanders Peller, one of Sean's best friends, is also his new assistant. Galen feels that since assistants need to be trusted people, Sean also needs a few friends around him, and the house is very big, so a few more will be useful.

Housing is affordable, and these factors were combined, so I suggested that Sanders come. They have been in contact with each other, and this guy has been having a hard time recently. He finally saved some money to buy a brand new car, but he just bought his previous car.

I caught a cold after selling a second-hand car, and it took a lot of money to cure it.

As a result, he lost his car and did not have enough money to buy a new car. Unlike Sean and Galen, Sanders had no idea of ​​saving at all, otherwise he would not have saved enough money to buy a new car until now.

When he was debating whether to buy a second-hand car first, or grit his teeth and insist on buying a new car for a while, Sanders received a call from Sean and immediately packed his bags and rushed over.

"I love your cooking so much, Galen. Ever since Sean called you to Los Angeles, I've been eating in restaurants almost every day. Over the past few months, I've gained a lot of weight." After entering the villa, Sander

Si went straight to the kitchen. He had been in the car all morning and he hadn't had lunch yet.

"Really, but I don't think you've changed much." Sean teased him with a smile.

"That's because I started to learn to cook for myself, and then every time I ate, I would vomit it out, and then I didn't want to eat for a few days." Sanders said as he wolfed down, then raised a finger and pointed at Galen, "So

, don’t ask me to cook in the future, don’t call me!”

This kid is good at everything else, but he is most afraid of cooking. He turns into an idiot when he enters the kitchen, so he always eats ready-made food.
Chapter completed!