America gains both fame and fortune

Chapter 126 The first confrontation

The next morning, a black Cadillac drove into the parking lot in front of Warner Studios.

Harvey Weinstein said in the back seat: "I went through a divorce, went on vacation with Joanna, and when I came back, the director I had worked with launched a new project, and no one reported it to me."

Stuart next to him said, "Bob doesn't want anyone to disturb you."

Hearing his brother's name, Harvey's face looked better and he said, "I'll go talk to Craven."

Stuart said, "Shall I go with you?"

Harvey waved his hand, "No, I'll go alone. You and Wes have been friends for many years, don't have a conflict over such a small matter."

Stewart just said it to express his attitude.

Harvey got out of the car, looked at Warner Studios and frowned.

Since the release of "The Lord of the Rings 3" last year, he and Warner Bros. have been in court over copyright and revenue. Wes Craven actually chose this place as the crew's office.

Harvey couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he had exploited Craven too much in the Scream trilogy.

But the series was a huge success, and if he starts over again, he will squeeze even harder.

…………

According to yesterday's agreement, the studio will formally sign an investment agreement with Vincent and Sophia.

Early in the morning, Martin took Mene and Bruce to the hotel to pick someone up.

When they arrived at the hotel entrance, Bruce said to Martin, "You stay with them, and I'll drive behind to cover you."

Martin patted Old Bull on the shoulder: "Brother, she is not interested in civilized people anymore."

Bruce glanced at Mene, who was full of curiosity, and warned Martin: "If you say another word, the shit in your head will definitely fall to the ground."

Mene was surprised: "What? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

Bruce turned around, facing Mene, and lifted his coat.

Mene was tactful and covered his mouth with his hand.

Bruce returned to the Volkswagen, planning to follow from a distance like he did yesterday.

Martin and Mene entered the hotel lobby and waited for about five minutes before Vincent and Sophia came down from upstairs, followed by the bag-carrying boy Scott.

After getting on the business car, Mene drove to Warner Studios.

Sophia thought of the handsome old man who suddenly disappeared yesterday and asked, "Martin, I wanted to invite Director Craven to dinner last night, but he suddenly disappeared."

Martin responded with one sentence: "The film has started preparations, and Director Craven is very busy." He reminded implicitly: "The crew has invested tens of millions of dollars, and the burden is all on Director Craven's shoulders. If he can't bear it, the project and the investment will collapse."

Sophia understood what he meant. She glanced at Martin and smiled slightly on her fleshy face: "Let's talk about it later."

Martin felt uneasy when Sophia looked at him, and he kept shrinking his butt into his seat.

This seems to be the hyena doctor.

Fortunately, they arrived at Warner Studios soon, and as the group entered the studio, Sofia's attention was immediately drawn to the sudden situation.

Martin led Vincent, Sophia and others inside. Some distance away from the semi-open conference room, they saw a fat man through the transparent glass curtain wall.

The fat man was talking to Craven in a high, somewhat forceful voice: "Wes, if I hadn't gotten the news, would you have kept this project from me? Are we still the best partners?"

Craven looked at Weinstein, somewhat helplessly: "Harvey, this is a project that I came up with on the spur of the moment. You've been busy with personal affairs and facing so many troubles lately. I don't want to bother you too much. Fortunately, someone is willing to invest."

Harvey said, "Louise Mayer's Pacific Pictures? A company that can only do assemblies but has no production and distribution capabilities?"

His fat face was full of smiles. "Just like the Scream series, Dimension Pictures will invest, produce and distribute the film. Leave all the worries to me, and you can just focus on making the film."

It was indeed reassuring, so reassuring that the other party took away most of the profits, but Craven did not want to fall out with Weinstein, so he could only deal with it: "The studio has been established, and it will be very troublesome to withdraw."

Harvey waved his hand and said, "Leave the sunk costs to me. Louise Mayer will know what's good for her..."

Not far away, Martin stopped early, and Vincent and Sophia also stopped.

Vincent raised his cowboy hat and said, "What does this guy mean?"

Martin heard clearly that once the project's investor changed, it would trigger a series of chain reactions, and the protagonist might even be gone.

He has no relationship with Harvey Weinstein.

Martin didn't want to attract Harvey's attention, so he took advantage of the fact that his back was facing him and stood back a little, using Vincent's cowboy hat to cover his face, and said, "You heard it, the one who stole the project and the investment."

He didn’t hide anything: “The man’s name is Harvey Weinstein.”

Sophia has heard: "The man behind Gwyneth Paltrow?"

Martin nodded: "That's right. He has worked with Craven on many films. He has a strong personality and is very troublesome." He glanced at Sofia, thinking of her equally strong personality, and said directly: "I am in this circle. I can't do anything about him, and it may even make the situation worse."

Sofia is very sensible: "I'm not from Hollywood."

Martin's brain worked quickly, and he whispered, "We have done so much, we can't just give up. Find a way to kill him! I don't have the ability, but Sophia, you can."

Louise couldn't deal with Harvey, but Sofia was different.

Sophia waved to Scott: "Follow me."

Martin pointed to the office next door and said, "Let's go in and wait for a while." Several people entered the office.

Martin's idea was simple: don't show up in front of Harvey Weinstein at this time.

Sofia doesn't hang around in Hollywood. Her base is neither in New York nor in Los Angeles. She does things in a simple and direct way.

"Sophia won't pull out a gun and kill that fat guy, right?" Martin murmured in his heart.

Harvey was "persuading" Craven when he suddenly noticed someone coming over. He turned around and saw that the person was bigger than Tyson and Johnson, with muscles bulging all over his body as if they were inflated.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Sophia didn't hear it and reached her hand back: "Give it to me."

Scott, the bag boy, opened his briefcase, took out a pink water bottle and handed it to Sophia.

Kettle! Kettle again!
Sophia has a strong personality, but she is not stupid. She holds the egg-shaped base of the kettle with one hand, and with the other hand, veins bulging, she keeps stroking the kettle from top to bottom.

She laughed so hard that her face shook: "Idiot, you want to steal my investment, either get out of here or I'll stuff it up your ass!"

Harvey saw that her face was unfamiliar: "Where are you from? Don't you know me?"

Sofia approached Harvey step by step, staring at Harvey's big butt with sharp eyes, poking the kettle out, retracting it, and poking it out again...

Harvey subconsciously squeezed his buttocks together, feeling that the person in front of him was not a human, but a female hyena.

He caught a glimpse of Scott from the corner of his eye, and his peculiar pigeon-toed gait gave him a very bad association.

Since founding Miramax, Harvey has always been a violent person and has never been violent.

This time, he truly felt the danger of being exploded.

If you don't leave, you will be in danger.

How could a big boss suffer such a loss? Harvey quickly avoided Sofia and said, "Wes, let's talk about it another day."

He shot forward like a ball of lightning.

Craven looked at the pink kettle in Sophia's hand and asked, "Is this the kettle that Martin made?"

Sophia threw it to Craven: "Here you go, this thing is very popular."

Craven took it, savoring the exaggerated look. "You were kidding, weren't you?"

"Of course not. If he doesn't leave, I will definitely stuff this thing up his ass!" Sophia was very clear-headed: "You will prove for me that he asked me to do this, right?"

The one who pays the money is right. Craven did not give a direct answer, but took it as a tacit agreement and reminded: "Pay attention to him, he is a big shot in Hollywood."

Sophia said: "I'm not in Hollywood. If someone pisses me off, I'll get someone to beat him up."

Craven turned his head and said, "That's right. You are from Atlanta, he is from the North, and your main business is not entertainment."

The distributor the studio is in talks with is Warner Bros., and Craven isn't worried about distribution.

Martin and Vincent came in from outside and couldn't help but smile when they saw Craven holding the pink kettle.

Craven quickly put it on the table and glanced at Sophia: "This is hers, it has nothing to do with me."

Sophia was very generous: "I'll give it to you. It's very useful."

Scott suddenly turned his head, walked with his legs apart, and grinned at Craven.

The smile was both mean and dissolute.

Craven suddenly thought of a possibility. He had touched it with his hand again. He quickly hid his hand behind his back and rubbed it hard on his pants.

Martin didn't want any more accidents to happen, so he said, "Boss, Wes, let's sign the contract as soon as possible."

Vincent agreed: "After the contract is signed, the crew will send people to Mexico and the funds will go directly there."

"The tax bills must be prepared, and not a penny of tax should be paid less." Wes Craven was in complete control of this project: "I asked someone to prepare the contract."

He added, "Wait a minute, I'm going to the bathroom first."

After entering the bathroom, Craven went to the sink, put on hand soap and disinfectant, and washed over and over again.

Rub your hands until they turn red.

In the meeting room, Martin looked at the kettle and asked Sophia, "Did you bring it?"

Sophia said, "Yes, I brought it."

The smile on Scott's face disappeared without a trace.

Martin quickly stopped talking: "Let's not talk about this and get down to business."

Subsequently, Wes Craven and the people representing the studio officially signed a contract to become the largest investor in the "The Hills Have Eyes" project, with a total production investment of US$1200 million, and enjoyed priority in publicity investment.

The crew immediately began recruiting on a large scale, giving priority to behind-the-scenes staff who had worked with Wes Craven and Alexander Aja.

Martin, the actor, did not have to worry about the crew's preparations. After getting the complete script, he began to study the role and prepare for the filming.

Especially the action scenes.

(End of this chapter)