Chapter 202

"Marcus, take a look. This is today's newspaper." Michael Bay handed the newspaper to Marcus nispel and sat down beside him with a gloomy face.

He is the producer of Texas Chainsaw murderer. He should be happy that the film has achieved good results, but now he can't be happy.

Seeing the morning newspaper, he felt in trouble. It was not like Marcus said before. It was a good opportunity for publicity.

Stepping on each other to a higher position and dominate the whole Halloween schedule is a good wish, but there is no need to be too radical.

No one is a soft persimmon in Hollywood. Besides, the other party is still a young billionaire. How can you rub it.

No, the other side's counterattack came. Although he only used the media to fight back, he felt that things were not so simple.

Michael Bay is known as the explosive monster, but he is not so hot either in appearance or character. He is tall, but very thin. He looks a little weak and has a calm and introverted personality.

Marcus was opposed to the dispute at first, but he couldn't stop them in the end.

Both the crew members and the producer behind 20th Century Fox agree with Marcus, and his voice naturally has no effect.

"Don't make a fuss, Michael. They are just a bunch of clowns. The production cost is 2 million yuan, a group of unknown actors and directors, and what kind of films can they make in less than a month?" Marcus looked disdainful and added his voice after taking over the newspaper, "It's just a shoddy junk work. Since it's delivered to the door, why not use it."

"I hope you can always be so confident. I always think it's not that simple. The media, rotten tomatoes and new potatoes gave good comments." Michael Bay knew that his words didn't work, so he had no choice but to stand up, but he reminded him.

"Who knows, did they spend money on the media? After all, they took advantage of us and left a sum of money in publicity. The audience's eyes are bright and they can't pass this level."

Marcus looked at the newspaper. The content of the other party's counterattack was similar to what he thought. He couldn't help humming coldly, "it seems that we're going to continue to perform in front of the media."

"Hehe, it's your turn to show off again."

"I'm not for our movie."

Hypocrisy... Michael Bay looked at his back and shook his head.

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Beverly Hills, foot mansion, small golf course.

"James, you're doing very well. I've read the newspapers and news reports. It's great. You have to be confident. If you want to stay in Hollywood, you have to be tougher than others. If you're not tough, others will pinch you. That beard is backed by 20th century fox, and you have me to support you. Don't be afraid of him. We're all civilized people. You scold too lightly." With that, Tracy waved his club. It should be that the angle was not well controlled, and the small white ball deviated from the track of the hole.

Don't you scold hard enough

Wen Ziren is covered with black thread.

"Shit, this ball stinks. I should change a club. It's your turn, James. I think you should change a club, or you'll hit a bad ball." Tracy swung another shot, scored the ball, walked back, smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and then sat down in the chair brought by the servant.

Wen Ziren began to serve and swing, one, two and three times. It was very smooth at the beginning, but it was about to finish in the hole.

"Er..." Wen Ziren settled in his place, and he would win if he scored this goal.

But did I score or not? Tracy just seemed to play a joke. At the moment, it played a role and shook Wen Ziren's confidence.

There is something wrong with the hand holding the club. It seems that he is shaking. Tracy's words are all in his head. I can't help thinking that Li is implying me not to hit it? It should not be. I'm sure I can hit it

Thinking, he waved his club. At this time, Tracy's laughter rang, "hahaha... What did I say? You should change your club."

The white ball deviated from the track and didn't enter the hole. Wen Ziren stood there with a look of disbelief. Tracy walked to him with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"James, I won this game."

"You influenced me. Your words affected me. I was wondering if you wanted me to..."

"No, no, no... I didn't affect you. I didn't want you to imply anything. You can't score the last goal. It's your lack of confidence. It can't blame me." Tracy looked at him with a smile.

He took Wen Ziren's club, handed it to the servant, patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to follow him to the villa.

While walking, Tracy said, "as I said just now, no matter what you lack confidence and confidence in, you will be defeated. If you believe in yourself more, no one will affect you, whether it's me or that beard."

When they came to the living room, Wen Ziren sat on the sofa, listened to Tracy and asked, "are you preaching to me? I understand the truth."

"I'm not. I'm just reminding you. By the way, what would you like to drink?"

"Well, whisky."

"Oh, you can really choose." Tracy smiled. His favorite is whisky, so there are a lot of good wines in every residence.

When Tracy came back with the wine, Wen Ziren was watching TV attentively.

Tracy glanced at the TV play and found that the content on the screen was Marcus nisper being interviewed by the media. It's not surprising why Wen Ziren watched it so seriously.

"What does this beard say, or will he sue us for infringement? Our lawyer has sent a lawyer's letter in advance." Tracy asked Wen Ziren after sitting on the sofa.

He unscrewed the bottle and poured two glasses of wine. One was pushed to Wen Ziren and the other was gently shaken in his hand.

"He is satirizing us, saying that our films are rubbish and are not worth going to the cinema. He seems to be very familiar with our film production process and has done a lot of homework. He uses this to hit us, and he also says that our box office can't exceed 10 million, damn it." Wen Ziren said, angrily holding up his glass and taking a sip.

"Don't be angry, James. Unless you think our movie box office can't exceed 10 million."

"How can it be? I'm very confident in my film."

"That's it. How much do you think the final box office of chainsaw will be?" Tracy narrowed her eyes slightly and took another sip of whisky.

"This......" Wen Ziren's face was cloudy and sunny. It took a long time to bite his teeth and said, "I think it will exceed 50 million. Yes, 50 million."

"Good, that's it, James." Tracy said, patting Wen Ziren heavily on the shoulder and said, "go to my garage, pick a car and drive out. Tell the reporter what you think loudly and fan that bearded face."