Sitting quietly in the coffee house, the passage of time slowed down due to the lazy afternoon sunshine. In a blink of an eye, Lance had been sitting here for nearly half an hour. A quarter of an hour had passed since the agreed time, but Lance still did not show an anxious expression. He calmly picked up the coffee cup and took a sip. The rich aroma of coffee mixed with a sweet smell dancing on his tongue, which made him put the coffee cup down with satisfaction, turned his attention to the latest issue of the "Los Angeles Times" in front of him, and read it with concentration.

When Donald-Ranvaud entered the coffee house, this scene was what he saw. Lance sat gracefully and calmly on the chair, his right foot was comfortable crossing his legs, his black medium and short hair was neat and sticking, not messy at all, and he was reading carefully with the newspaper in his hand. The scent of coffee had a kind of heavy and profound precipitated scent, like the British aristocrat in the middle of the last century, and the calmness of Mount Tai collapsed before his color and did not change.

Donald pushed open the door of the coffee house, and the wind chime above made a crisp sound, echoing slowly indoors. Many guests raised their heads reflexively and subconsciously focused their attention towards the door. But Lance did not. He was still focused on the newspaper in his hand, either because he was focused on reading or because he didn't care about what was happening outside. No matter which possibility, it all showed one thing: his lateness did not interfere with Lance's emotions.

Donald commented on Lance quietly in his heart, then took a step forward. When he arrived at the table, his feet broke into Lance's sight. He then raised his head, and the two people's eyes collided just right.

"Sorry, I'm late." Donald smiled and expressed his apology, polite but humble.

Lance calmly folded the newspapers and placed them on the chair next to him. After doing the series of actions in an orderly manner, he stood up and said with a gentleman's smile, "Then this cup of coffee will be recorded in your account." The little joke, but there was a little more playfulness in humor, expressing his dissatisfaction with being late, and conveying his understanding just right.

Donald's evaluation of Lance was further improved, "Of course, I hope I have this honor." Donald nodded with a smile and expressed his affirmation, then turned to the waiter who followed, "A cup of Columbia Mantening, thank you."

"Mantening? Very tasty!" The smile on Lance's face was like a dragonfly falling on a lotus leaf, rippling gently, which made Donald cast a puzzled look. Lance picked up the coffee cup in front of him and raised it, "I always have an indelible preference for the sweetness of Mantening."

Donald noticed that Lance's coffee was actually Mantening, and the sugar bowl and milk cup were placed next to it, within reach. This made Donald chuckle, "My wife always likes Supamo more." After saying this, Lance frowned and shook his head, and Donald was even more happy, "Look, I mean that too. Supamo's bitterness is too heavy. I still like Mantening. Everything is just right, and the sweetness is very interesting."

Lance did not answer, but raised his cup, made a toast, and then took a sip, which made Donald relax, his eyes filled with smiles, and even his tight shoulders relaxed without moving.

Lance let out a sigh of relief in his heart. The strategy he had carefully created was finally half successful and achieved an excellent start! In fact, while reading the newspaper just now, Lance was always paying attention to the window - he could directly see the passage at the entrance. In other words, when Donald walked down from the taxi, Lance had already started to make arrangements.

It seems easy and simple, but it is terrifying every step.

However, Lance did not relax at all, because he knew that this was just the beginning. The thumb of his left hand couldn't help but gently stroke the side of his index finger. The clear grainy feeling was beating on his fingertips, calming down all Lance's emotions.

The most difficult part of shooting "City of God" is that the film must be completed in the City of God in Rio de Janeiro. Only there can all the scenes of the slums be truly presented, and only there can the true expression of the movie and scripts that want to express.

However, there are too many unknown factors in the City of God, and countless, not only buried many crises, but also full of uncertainty. Therefore, this requires the crew to find an intermediary, an intermediary who can build a bridge with the Rio de Janeiro municipal government, so that the government can escort the filming; an intermediary who can communicate with the forces of the City of God, so that the crew can avoid being harassed by local forces - or obtain permission to film there.

Cooperating with big production companies is undoubtedly the fastest shortcut. In addition to capital, their network of connections and power are incomparable. But if we put aside the big production companies and want to independently complete the filming of "City of God", then Donald Lanwad is the best candidate for this middleman.

Donald, who is over 50 years old this year, has been working hard in the international film market for thirteen years. Donald, who was born in Brazil, started as a filmmaker. Since then, he has visited all over the world, introduced local outstanding works to South America, and also exported outstanding works from South America to overseas markets. Donald has an indissoluble bond with China and China, and he brought "Farewell My Concubine" to the United States.

Donald cannot be considered a big shot. South America is still a wilderness for the world film market at present. Donald's work has limited influence, so it is naturally difficult to attract the attention of Hollywood giants. However, Donald's deep understanding and vast connections of Brazilian films - and even the entire South American film industry, is unquestionable.

Lance once had a deal with Donald, and they joined forces to bring "Central Station" to the North American market. However, the two did not have a deep relationship at that time, and only cooperated in distribution. This time Lance planned to independently produce "City of God", and the first thing he thought of Donald, which led to today's meeting.

"I heard about your recent updates. How is the work progressing?" Lance is the one who wants others, so he took the initiative to speak closer.

Donald is trying to bring a Brazilian independent film "Yan Ji Shata" to the United States, but this is a distorted and controversial work that is difficult to find anyone to appreciate. His recent work has been very unsuccessful.

Donald didn't care about Lance's politeness and closeness at all, and waved his hand, "We all know that today's meeting is not about my work, but about your work. So, I think, we can omit the polite part."

Lance clenched his fists again. He actually deliberately sold a flaw to Donald. If Donald was willing to talk about "The Legend of the Gods", then they could continue to get close. Lance made full preparations; if Donald refused to talk, then Lance would take the initiative to show weakness, making Donald feel that he had the initiative, but in fact, Lance made complete plans.

Lance showed a hint of embarrassment and smiled awkwardly, "Of course, of course, let's talk about the City of God."

"City of God?" Donald frowned slightly. He was not clear about the real purpose of the meeting today. Lance just said that there was a movie that wanted to be filmed in Brazil on the spot, hoping that he could match him. But he didn't expect that the opening of the conversation attracted all his attention.

Lance nodded, "Yes, the City of God!" Lance still maintained his comfortable and comfortable posture, but there was a bit of seriousness in his words, "But no one knows whether it is a city favored by God or a city abandoned by God. There, there is no law, no moral norms, and no justice, everything has lost control and become a chaos, as if there is never a light of the future. Donald, why do you think the City of God is like this?"

Donald looked at Lance in front of him in a stare as if it was the first time he had seen him today. In fact, this was indeed the first time Donald looked at Lance so seriously. His unfathomable eyes firmly attracted all his attention. He tugged with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth, "Fateful?"

No one can explain the fall of the City of God, nor can anyone save him. Donald knew this deeply, so he did not think that Lance could give an answer. Donald admitted that he did not expect that the project Lance mentioned was related to the City of God, which attracted his attention; but then Lance's self-righteous question made him sneer.

"So what do you think?" Donald asked back, the shock just now had gradually faded, and he took the initiative again.

But unexpectedly, Lance did not show any tension, as if Donald's alienation was an expected reaction. Lance's expression did not change much, but just answered seriously, "Education." A large part of the root cause of poverty and chaos comes from education, which Lance has always believed.

Donald sneered, without hiding the sarcasm and disdain in his eyes, and even with a little contempt, as if saying, "Child, you are too naive", "If you say this, greed, money, government, drugs, desires... can all be the root cause." Donald shook his head gently, and his interest in the project proposed by Lance was greatly reduced. If it were not for his previous favor, he would have turned around and left.
Chapter completed!