Chapter 160

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"I'm handsome? Thank you for your compliment." Peter teased his hair and grinned. He obviously didn't understand what Tracy said.

Tracy was teased by his action. The coffee he had just drunk almost burst out. He glanced at him mockingly. He not only wanted to be beautiful, but also liked smelly beauty. At this time, he asked to increase the price for himself. He was living in a dream.

Tracy is not a stingy person. The film remuneration of the two protagonists is in line with the appeal of the market and gives the highest price. Nicole is $10 million and Brad Pitt is $15 million.

The reason why the investment of Mr. and Mrs. Smith is hundreds of millions is that the actors' remuneration accounts for a large share. Of course, most of the money will be spent on special effects or special effects and film production.

Hollywood has its own unique system of actor compensation, which is set according to the box office appeal of actors. No one can break this rule.

Of course, the pay of each actor is not the same. For example, you used to be a super first-line actor, earning 15 million to 20 million, plus box office share. If the commercial value of the films starring in the past two years falls, the film remuneration will naturally fall and be adjusted to the next level.

Brad Pitt has been on the rise in the past two years. It's understandable that he has been on the same line and paid $15 million. Even if he asks for a box office share, it's not too much.

But Tracy didn't want to give him the money. To be honest, with his arrogant performance today, Tracy thought it was too much for $15 million.

The irony in Tracy's mouth seemed to him to be a compliment, which was very funny.

Brad Pitt, who couldn't see the situation clearly, could still understand what Tracy said later. He said again, "Li, I'm not kidding you. Moreover, I'm sober now. I repeat that my contract needs to be adjusted. I need the box office share, which I deserve."

"Peter, sit down and wait a minute."

Brad Pitt put away his smile, with a serious and confident face, in exchange for Tracy's more disdain for him. His wife Jennifer Aniston could see the situation better than him, but her persuasion didn't work. Instead, it attracted Brad Pitt's displeasure.

"Why wait a minute? Isn't it a good time to say it now? Don't you hear director Doug Riemann saying that because of my joining, many brands are interested in sponsoring this project."

This is not only his reliance, but also his confidence. An actor with box office appeal can often attract many sponsors and advertisers and relieve the financial pressure on the crew.

But he ignored one thing. The young people he faced, Tracy, who was praised by the media as a new billionaire, didn't need money at all.

"But those sponsors are only interested, these things have not been settled, and we have no bargaining capital..." Jennifer muttered. She knew that the time had not come.

Peter couldn't listen to what she said. He looked straight at Tracy and said, "Lee, do you want to talk about my contract again now?"

"I'm not interested in discussing this with you, Mr. Peter." Tracy put away his smile and said seriously, "this is not my job. You should talk to the producer about it."

"You should be in charge here..."

"You're wrong, Mr. Pitt. Although my corn film industry can't compare with those big companies, it's not a small workshop. We will abide by the film industry process in Hollywood. The producer is the coordinator of this project, and he will deal with both the actor's remuneration and what. It seems that you didn't negotiate with the director and producer before you joined the crew." Tracy's mouth full of excuses, a gesture I don't want to talk to you, made Peter speechless. In fact, the implication is not that you are not qualified to talk to me.

Peter's face was getting worse and worse. What else did he want to say, but Tracy didn't give him a chance, "Mr. Peter, my time is very precious. Today's meeting is to discuss the specific matters of the project. If you have any contract problems, please consult the producer after the meeting. Now please sit down and don't disturb the process of the meeting. If you still want to make trouble, please go out."

"What are you talking about!"

"Pete, don't..."

"Jennifer, don't pull me." Brad Pitt's eyes were angry and glared at Tracy. He has been at the height of the sun for the past two years. No one really dared to be rude to him. "I didn't hear you clearly. Can you say something again? Hum."

Brad Pitt snorted coldly and then looked at Tracy with a sneer.

"Get out... Go!" Tracy put her hands on the table and looked at Brad Pitt coldly. "If you still don't hear clearly, I'll say it again and get out..."

"You... Damn it." Pete's forehead is green and gnashing his teeth as if he were going to eat people.

Tracy hugged his chest with both hands and didn't care about Peter who was about to attack. He continued: "now, you can either go out by yourself or I'll ask the security guard to carry you out. Please hurry up and we'll continue the meeting."

Brad Pitt's anger has reached the critical point. He clenched his fist and wanted to punch Tracy, but he still endured it.

He knew that he couldn't get close to him because he found a big black man standing at the door staring at him.

The big black man was Renault. He was guarding the door. When he heard the news in the conference room, he immediately opened the door. Peter didn't have to guess. He knew that the black man was Tracy's bodyguard.

Compared with Renault, Pete knew he'd better not ask for trouble. However, he was not willing to go out so disheartened.

Instead of looking at Tracy, he looked at the director Doug Riemann, "director......"

The only person who can help him speak here may be the director.

When Doug Riemann asked him to join the project, the scene was still vivid. His warm attitude was not like fraud. Now he should be able to help himself say two words of moderation.

For a second, two seconds, three seconds, Doug Riemann kept fiddling with his fingers as if he hadn't heard Brad Pitt call him. This gesture is obviously to tell the other party not to involve me.

Tracy stood aside as if watching a play and has risen slightly recently. Peter's face was even worse. He turned his eyes to screenwriter Simon Goldberg.

He vaguely remembered that the young editor saw his excited look for the first time and said that the role was tailor-made for him.

He should be able to say a few words to him... However, before he opened his mouth to call each other's name, he found that the other party was even worse. Like a timid mouse, he bowed his head and body, and was about to get under the table.

"Please, Mr. Peter." Tracy sneered and made a gesture of invitation.

"Jennifer, let's go."