Chapter 107

My godfather is Steven Spielberg. Stop it, okay.

Tracy muttered, but the memory of her childhood gradually became clear, which is an undeniable fact.

In my memory, this cheap godfather is no different from the one I picked up.

At that time, his father entertained guests at home and dragged Spielberg to Tracy, who was only five or six years old.

The process of recognizing the godfather was a little embarrassing.

Spielberg may not be able to save face, or he may look cute at Tracy, or he barely recognized him.

Tracy was still very sensible at that time and skillfully recognized the godfather.

There was some movement in the first few years, and then there was no more. His father's virtue. If he is free, I'm afraid he will only find more hot girls and will not take Tracy to see Spielberg.

Now, let Tracy go up to say hello. He really doesn't want to go up. It's so embarrassing. It feels like a relationship.

Of course, with the thickness of his face, this is nothing.

"Don't be stunned, Tracy. Go up and say hello and be polite outside." Brian pulled him forward. He was also kind. Tracy had just entered this circle, and his contacts were very important.

This kind of big director, or his godfather, doesn't hurry up to say hello. Brian is worried about him.

Tracy is a little helpless. It's hard to say whether he remembers so many godsons and daughters of the great director.

If people forget this, they will die of embarrassment.

Now, Brian has been pulled to Spielberg, and Tracy can only bite the bullet.

"Steven, what are you thinking about? DreamWorks has great potential, but its benefits in recent years are not good. You are responsible for your own profits and losses. You can't just rely on you, David and Jeffrey to supply blood to it. You need to unite with a big company, and paramount is a good choice." a middle-aged man who combs himself meticulously, Talking with Spielberg, Tracy approached and just heard what he said.

Brad wanted to take Tracy up to say hello. Tracy winked at him and motioned him not to interrupt them first.

Spielberg frowned and calmly opened his mouth: "Rigg, the situation is not as bad as you said. Although there have been several failed investments, it is still profitable. We are preparing a big project now, and you must have heard that the 120 million investment in escape from clone island will be the turning over of DreamWorks."

Spielberg's words revealed full confidence. Tracy had just taken a sip of wine. When he heard his "escape from clone island", the wine almost didn't come out of his mouth.

This is a huge pit.

Tracy knows more about the history of DreamWorks.

The film company, founded by three major directors, is still the representative of independent films in Hollywood.

Not to mention its current achievements, but that spirit is worthy of affirmation.

The original intention of the three directors headed by Steven Spielberg to establish this company is to make it a bright spot in Hollywood and a dream making existence.

Ideal is beautiful, but reality is skinny. The embarrassing situation of independent film companies is that they are responsible for their own profits and losses. A slight investment failure will hit them very hard. There is no financial support behind them. How much money do they have to fill the company.

The decline of DreamWorks is inevitable. The fuse that led to the complete decline of DreamWorks and its acquisition was the science fiction thriller escape from clone island. Excluding the distribution and publicity expenses, the cost of 120 million was only 160 million, which was almost suspicious of life.

"Steven, can you guarantee that it will succeed? Can you guarantee that it won't lose the cost like the films such as the road to destruction, all the tricks and the time machine. Don't be too persistent, Steven. If you cooperate with paramount, you will have more protection. Didn't we cooperate very well before? Think about Saving Private Ryan."

The man named Rigg still didn't give up persuasion. Spielberg was lost in thought. He just wanted to refute, but a voice came in first.

"Why can't he guarantee success? He is Steven Spielberg, the creator of ET, a commercial director with a box office of more than one billion in a single film, and the winner of two Oscars for best director. If he can't guarantee success, who can guarantee success? How successful he is, I don't need to say any more." of course, the person who interrupted is Tracy, He stood in front of them and smiled at Spielberg. "I'm Tracy Lee, Godfather. I haven't seen you for a long time."

Tracy said hello in this way. He didn't expect it before. Anyway, he didn't spit out. At the same time, he mentioned his name, for fear that Spielberg would not remember him.

Spielberg really didn't recognize Tracy. After all, he hasn't seen him for years. Tracy's reminder was just right and recalled his memory.

"Little guy, it's nice to be so tall. By the way, how's your father?" Spielberg looked at him and smiled kindly.

"My father is still the same."

"Hahaha..."

Tracy shrugged, Spielberg smiled, didn't make too many comments, and the two tacitly understood.

Reggie, the senior of paramount, watched them talk about the past. He was cold on one side, and his face was a little ugly.

After greeting Spielberg, Tracy turned to look at him with a smile on his face, but with some sarcasm in his words, "Sir, you might as well directly point out that Viacom wants to buy DreamWorks rather than paramount wants to cooperate with DreamWorks.

Seeing that DreamWorks is in a recession, you can't wait to slander DreamWorks and want to attack my godfather's confidence. Don't be too obvious. It's an insult to everyone's IQ.

Don't treat everyone as idiots. If you want to buy DreamWorks, you just value my godfather and the other two great directors. DreamWorks is not important in your mind, but their gold lettered signboard is important, isn't it.

Have you ever thought about what will happen if your ideas don't agree with my godfather? Take your time and say nothing else. Talk about how much you offer and how much Viacom is going to pay. I, Tracy Lee, double it. "

Tracy's gentle and confident smile became a synonym for hate in Rigg's eyes.

Rigg's face became more and more ugly with Tracy's attempt to pierce Viacom. He stared at Tracy and said slowly, "Steven and I can't talk to anyone. You don't seem qualified enough."

"Am I not qualified?" Tracy smiled indifferently and turned to the podium in the banquet hall. Harvey Weinstein had walked up with the microphone.

Tracy raised her finger to Harvey and said again, "I'm qualified or not. He can tell you later."