A long distance away, Duke saw the lights in the sky, passed through a canyon in the Santa Monica Mountains, and parked the black Bentley in the parking lot in front of the luxury club. Duke got out of the car and walked towards the club. When he appeared at the door of the club, someone immediately came over and led him to the open-air garden where the party was held. ∈♀♀

It was an anniversary celebration party held by the Directors Association, and Duke was naturally invited as a member of Hollywood's top commercial directors, and it was part of the director's agreement he was going to fulfill.

The party is held at the end of October, which is infinitely close to the awards season. Among the people attending are directors, well-known actors and senior producers, some of which are core members of the School of Film Arts and Sciences, especially Levi Rousman, the rotating chairman of the college, who is a veteran of the Directors Association. Those actors, directors and production companies who want to make a difference in awards season turn the Directors Association’s anniversary party into a public relations party almost every year.

The Directors Association arranges the party during this period, and there is no point in not being able to beat the other one.

"Look at who this is."

Townsend Rossman, who had just walked to the party and was waiting for him here, said to Robert Eiger, "Our two billion director is here!"

"Two billion director?" Duke looked at the two of them in confusion.

"Have you calculated your cumulative box office?" Robert Iger calculated roughly for Duke, "The Speed ​​of Life and Death" is more than $340 million, "Break the Deadly Island" is nearly $410 million, "Independence Day" is more than $900 million, "Save Private Ryan" has exceeded $600 million, and your box office has accumulated more than $2 billion!"

"It won't take long to get you overtaken me!"

A voice sounded from the side, "Duke Leah should be proud of you."

Duke quickly turned around and stretched out his hand, "You are too rewarding, Mr. Spielberg."

Although my mother had conflicts with Anne Spielberg when she was young, she did not have conflicts with Steven Spielberg because of George Lucas. My mother and Spielberg were still in a bit of friendship.

"Just call me Steven." Spielberg did not hold Duke's hand, but patted his arm hard. "I know how hard you worked, otherwise I wouldn't agree to let you join the crew of Captain Hook. I originally thought you would be like ours, and I would have tried for a few more years, but I didn't expect the speed of rising to be so fast, which was simply surprising."

Although Spielberg was extremely intimate, if Duke took it seriously, he would be a fool. He said with a little modest, "You can be my teacher. I have always been very amazed at your shooting speed, but I can't learn it."

"You are all famous fast gunners in Hollywood, aren't you?" Tom Rossman said in a timely manner.

A movie a year is definitely the top directorial speed in Hollywood. Perhaps many directors are faster than Spielberg, but none of them can complete it with quality and quantity as he does. They can also achieve very good box office results.

"It would be more appropriate to say that I am a Hollywood assembly line machine." Duke said self-deprecatingly, "Many media have ridiculed me for not creating art. I just use assembly line mode to produce movies."

"Don't care about those voices." Spielberg was deeply moved by this. He held his glasses and said, "There are always people who are jealous of people who are constantly successful. Even if you cater to them, they will still mock you!"

As he said that, his eyes turned slightly and quickly retracted.

But Duke caught it, and he looked over there. He was a group of people who had ridiculed and laughed at Spielberg's production model. The most eye-catching of them was a fat dwarf wearing glasses. As long as people who pay a little attention to the film industry, they basically knew him, the famous Roger Albert.

This kind of party that is mixed with too many content related to the Academy Awards, so how can one lose the group of professional film critics?

Withdrew his gaze, Duke stopped looking at him. He knew that the other party didn't like him, so why bother to pay attention to them.

"Duke, what are the plans for "Chicago" after?"

Just as Townsend Rossman and Robert Eiger were socializing with others, Spielberg said in a low voice, "I heard that you have filed a science fiction script. Are you interested in working with DreamWorks? DreamWorks can invest in your movies and serve as the publisher of the Duke Studios."

Spielberg, who put down the camera, was a standard businessman, "Dreamworks can compress the issuance fee to seven percent."

Compared with Warner Bros., this is indeed a very attractive condition, but Duke has no interest in Spielberg's proposal. Standing with DreamWorks means standing vaguely opposite to the six major companies. In the future, the release and peripheral sales of the movie will be suppressed by the six major and even the group companies behind it, and the possible profits will be severely reduced.

DreamWorks released his movies, and then the six major companies watched the big sellers and did nothing? This is Hollywood!

Even with the same theme and investment, a film released by DreamWorks will inevitably have hundreds of theaters less than the six major releases. Moreover, some of the methods he used to join Warner and Fox in the past will inevitably fall on him and his movies.

He doesn't believe that Warner, Fox and Disney will regard him as a special case based on the so-called cooperative relationship in the past.

There is no exception in capital in the face of profits.

Using polite words like "there is a chance to cooperate in the future", Duke politely rejected Spielberg. Under the introduction of Townsend Rossman and Robert Eiger, he kept greetings with the people attending the party. When he met important people like Spielberg, he would stand together and chat for a few words.

Of course, they deliberately bypassed those professional film critics, and there is no need to have conflicts with each other on such occasions, right?

Although he was not very interested in Oscar's public relations, Duke enjoyed the profits of the film and naturally had to fulfill some of the obligations stipulated in the director's contract. He was not the kind of rebellious young man who only knew how to act recklessly, and he also knew the importance of the network of relationships, so he simply regarded this as a job like making a movie.

To build relationships, get along with friendship, and tout the other party a few words, reminding those who have the right to vote to watch their own movies. This is the limit of Duke's ability to do. There will be professional public relations personnel to do other jobs.

Fox is PR for his own films, and Paramount Pictures is no exception.

After walking around the small garden where the party was held for most of the time, Duke inevitably met some people who didn't deal with him very much.

"Hi, Martin."

As if he had seen his old friend, Duke smiled and walked towards Martin Bob and Mel Gibson, and took the initiative to extend his hand, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a long time, Duke."

Even if he wanted to tear the other person in his heart, Martin Bob still showed his most enthusiastic smile on such occasions, "Congratulations, another movie is sold!"

“It’s a pity that high box office often loses Oscars.”

Mel Gibson next to him was not as well-educated as he was, and his facial features were almost squeezed together on his unruly face, "You will lose the awards season!"

"That may not be." Duke put away his smile and responded without hesitation, "Think about "Forrest Gump" and "Shawshank Redemption" last year. Mel, if I remember correctly, "Brave Heart" is also a commercial film, but its low box office can easily give people the illusion of art films."

Mel Gibson stared at this side, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "You can't get the best director!"

"Indeed, your age is better than me." Duke leaned forward slightly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "But don't forget, I'm a Jewish! I don't have to pay much, and some things will naturally belong to me."

After taking a step back, Duke Jing waited for the reaction from the other side. Mel Gibson's face looked ugly, but he didn't say anything else, and he refused to jump into the trap set up.

"Let's go."

Mel Gibson left here first.

Seeing that things did not develop according to the script they set, Duke could only sigh in his heart, and then he figured it out that Mel Gibson seemed to have not drunk alcohol, lacking the stimulation of alcohol...

After spending more than an hour of socializing, Duke finally had a rest. He took a cup of soda, walked towards the periphery of the party, found a seat close to the palm tree, and sat down and looked around quietly. This kind of party was a rare opportunity for socializing. Most people gathered together, and there were not many people at the rest.

After taking a big sip of soda, the eyes that had been on the shuttle suddenly stopped. Duke looked at a table more than fifty feet away with interest, and there were people he was very interested in sitting there. More importantly, Mel Gibson and Tom Cruise's side faces facing this side were extremely ugly. It is not difficult to draw a conclusion from the expressions and physical movements of the two, that they had serious differences or were quarreling.

The two obviously remembered what occasion it was now, and the quarrel was kept within a very small range. Duke couldn't hear what they said, and could only see that both of them were a little excited. If there were another occasion, the two superstars who were used to playing tough heroes on the screen might not be able to fight.

The vulgar savages vs. medieval vampires? It should be a good live fight.

Of course things would not develop as Duke had imagined. I wonder what Mel Gibson said a few more words. Tom Cruise's face looked even worse. He threw down a few words coldly, stood up and left the table, and walked over slantedly.

When Tom Cruise walked past ten feet away, Duke waved to the other side, "Tom, here!"

Cruise turned his head and saw that it was Duke. He hesitated for a moment, turned around and walked towards this side.

"Please sit, Tom."

He motioned for the chair opposite and waited for Tom Cruise to sit down. Duke pointed to the position of Mel Gibson behind him, and asked curiously, "Is that savage doing vulgar and rude again?"

He placed himself on Tom Cruise's side, "I was just provoked by him." (To be continued, please search for Piaotianyi, the novel is better and faster!
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