The so-called butterfly effect is actually an example of chaos theory, and another most classic true example is the story of a horseshoe nail destroying a country. The popular explanation of chaos theory is that everything is composed of countless "fragments", and any of these "fragments" may have a great impact on the whole. From the beginning of an idea to the final completion of a movie, it requires countless "fragments" to go through. Perhaps it is just a screenwriter who occasionally has a new idea, or perhaps it is just the editor who accidentally cuts a certain shot incorrectly. Therefore, when history has deviated, it is almost impossible for this time and space to make a movie exactly the same as in the original time and space.

Although the core of "Brave Heart" is Mel Gibson, the excellent footage and soundtrack of this movie has a lot to do with the photographer and soundtrack. If the new photography and soundtrack are too different from the original style, the whole movie may look completely different from the original.

Rather than talking too much about the details of the script with the Weinstein Brothers and Mel Gibson, Eric focused on these details that influence the style of the entire film.

There are many stars with perverted Hollywood personality, but none of them will be stupid enough to behave in front of a big Hollywood boss. Even if this big Hollywood boss is ten years younger than him, plus the hot scenes of Ed Limato and Weinstein brothers, the meal was quite pleasant. Although Mel Gibson is already a top star in Hollywood, it is still impossible to compete with the people at the top of the pyramid. Eric heard that a few years ago, when Mel Gibson collaborated with Global "The Frightened Bird", he concealed overseas box office revenue during the release of the film. During the process of directing his first film "The Faceless Man", the entire crew was directly driven out of the Global set, which caused a stir in gossip tabloids. Mel Gibson must have also recognized his position in that incident.

Walking out of the restaurant, Eric and Elizabeth said goodbye to Weinstein and others, and went to Elizabeth's red BMW together.

Elizabeth drove the car and casually said to Eric, who was sitting in the passenger seat: "You don't seem to like Mel Gibson very much?"

Eric said so-called, "It doesn't matter if he likes it or not. His movies are pretty good, but his character is a little bad. And, you know, although celebrities rarely come into contact with studios and most of them are done by agents, celebrities are rarely able to interact too closely with senior executives of the film company because everyone has different positions, especially when talking about pay."

Elizabeth smiled and said, "So everyone envies fireflies."

Eric asked in confusion: "What?"

Elizabeth explained: "The protagonists in the cartoon produced by Fireflies are the most worry-free 'stars' in Hollywood. They will not talk to their boss about pay, will not be tempted, will not go on strike, work hard, and will also give you the right to use your image to make more money in vain."

Eric smiled slightly, realized something again, and asked, "Fox also wants to make cartoons?"

"Yes, but we are not as willing to burn money as you do. Although Dad is in control of News Corp., he still has to explain to shareholders. If you spend too much money on early research and development but cannot produce results, it will definitely be a problem. My dad envies you very much. Firefly is not listed, and you don't have to accept various information disclosure every year, nor do you have to work hard to explain the strategic intention of a business behavior to shareholders. Alas, last year, News Corp.'s accounting expenditure caused by various audits exceeded US$12 million, which is enough to make a good movie."

Eric ignored the girl's complaint and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Fox plans to try out 2D animation first. This is relatively simple and has little investment. Moreover, the staff of hand-drawn animations are also easier to find."

Eric almost blurted out that I can provide you with "talents". However, if it were other companies, Eric might do it without hesitation, but he still couldn't do anything to cheat his women.

"Don't do 2D animation anymore. Let me tell you, I'm planning to turn off Disney's hand-drawn animation department. You either don't do it, but if you want to do it, just do it directly in 3D animation."

Elizabeth widened her eyes and asked in surprise: "What, are you going to turn off Disney Animation Studio?"

Eric shook his head and said, "Of course not. I just plan to stop the production of 2D hand-drawn animations. Disney Animation Studio will carry out a full digital transformation."

Elizabeth thought about it for a moment, and probably understood Eric's intention to do so. He blinked his eyes with some envy: "It's easier for you to transform 3D animation here. Just transfer the technology accumulated by Pixar to Disney Animation Studio, but we have to start from scratch."

Eric looked at the girl pretending to be pitiful and smiled, "It's useless to blink. No one on my own is enough. Firefly intends to expand the animation department to one or two movies a year, but now Pixar animation can only produce one movie in two years."

"Of course I won't want people from you," Elizabeth blinked again: "Just license the 3D animation production software dedicated to Pixar Studio to Fox, the price will be up to you."

Eric still shook his head: "Unless your animation studio sells me 51% of the shares, ask your dad if he wants it."

"I don't want to," Elizabeth immediately answered for Murdoch, then put away the discharged small eyes and glared at Eric, and focused on driving the car.

She knew that there was little hope for this matter, or there was no hope. The reason why Firefly was able to monopolize the huge profits of 3D animation in recent years was that it was based on Pixar's absolute leading technical advantages. Although Firefly Software began to publicly issue Maya software for special effects production in the digital field after its establishment, the digital field even publicly stated that Maya was a castrated version, and the most core batch of technologies were still tightly held in the hands of the digital field.

Therefore, if Eric really agreed to this matter, Elizabeth would feel that there was something wrong with it.

The two drove slowly along the Beverly Mountain Road in the middle of the night. Eric inadvertently glanced at the roadside and asked, "Trausdale Manor should be heading east, right?"

Elizabeth was about to speak, but Eric remembered the car he was sitting at this time and hurriedly said, "I know I know. I've changed my residence."

Elizabeth snorted softly before saying, "We live on Crest Street on the top of the mountain now."

Eric doesn't know where Crest Street is. He prefers the Trausdale Manor, where Hollywood stars gather, which is the best view of Hollywood. Sitting by the swimming pool on the villa terrace gives people a sense of condescending levity: "I still think the villa in Trausdale is good."

Elizabeth said hatefully, "Anyway, I don't want to be neighbors with that crazy girl Drew anymore."

"I thought you had made up, what a big deal, didn't you figure it out?"

"Hmph," Elizabeth snorted, turned his head and ignored Eric.

Although the luxury houses in Beverly Hills are more luxurious than the other, the infrastructure between the mountain roads is really poor. Old telephone poles, street lights that appear far away, and bare hillsides. The car is walking along the mountain road. Eric even worried that something will roll down the slope if the soil and water are not well maintained.

Finally reaching the top of the mountain, the Red BMW drove into a manor. Eric stood in front of the courtyard and looked around, and was surprised. This place not only overlooked the entire Los Angeles, but also saw the valley area in the north. The view was definitely wider than that of Trausdale Manor.

Elizabeth looked at Eric's reaction with a slight smugness. He said, "This mansion occupies a single mountain, and it's not inferior to Trausdale Manor at all, right?"

"Of course," Eric nodded with satisfaction. Looking at the mountain road leading to Burbank on the other side of the hillside, it seemed that it could lead to Burbank's Firefly headquarters. This road is definitely much closer than Eric has walked in the past few days, saying: "I just happened to be too busy recently and I didn't have time to go back to Malibu, so I lived here."

Elizabeth blushed and said, "Don't you plan to ask me the owner's opinion first?"

Eric smiled and said, "I have agreed, why are you asking?"

Elizabeth raised her toes and kicked Eric's leg lightly, and then she said unwillingly: "Let's go in, do you want to drink coffee?"

It was just ten o'clock. Eric didn't have many pajamas, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

The two of them pushed open the villa door and walked into the living room. There was only a dim wall light in the living room. Before Elizabeth could turn on the fluorescent light in the living room, the two of them noticed a noticeable white light coming from the kitchen.

"Maybe Julia forgot to close the refrigerator door," Elizabeth said indifferently.

But Eric narrowed his eyes vigilantly and pointed his finger. Elizabeth looked over and saw a white shadow staying near the refrigerator.

"We don't have pets at home, what is it?" Elizabeth was not worried. She turned on the fluorescent lights and walked towards the kitchen together. Then she saw a small man sitting on the floor, holding a chocolate cake in her hand and eating it happily. A piece of bottles and jars fell from the refrigerator were scattered around the little man.

Elizabeth hurried over, more than the chocolate cake in the little guy's hand, and asked, "Emma, ​​why are you here?"

Emma was taken away by Elizabeth and whined in dissatisfaction. At this time, Eric also saw the little guy's face and body covered with cream, like a dirty kitten. He said with anger and amused: "Do you don't have a nanny?"

Emma turned her head and looked over when she heard Eric's figure. She stared at Eric for two seconds, and immediately stretched out her two little hands to Eric happily: "Dad...Dad."

Elizabeth glared at Eric helplessly, but no longer tried to correct Emma's name, but the little guy handed it over and said, "Hold it first, I'll see if Carly is here, why is this happening?"

Eric thought that Carly in Elizabeth's mouth should be Emma's nanny, and he took the dirty little guy from Elizabeth without any mind, and the two walked out of the kitchen together.

Watching Elizabeth turn and walk into a corridor, Eric sat down on the living room sofa with the little guy in his arms, and asked softly: "Emma, ​​how could you show up alone in the kitchen?"

Emma, ​​who was already three years old, had no problem with verbal communication. When he heard Eric's words, the little guy hugged his stomach pitifully: "Emma, ​​hungry, aunt, don't give it to you, you can eat it."

A black thread immediately appeared on Eric's forehead, not that serious.

Elizabeth quickly showed up in the living room with a slightly fat white woman in blue pajamas and pointed at Emma and the mess in the kitchen with some anger: "How did you take care of the children? Fortunately, she just ate cake. What if she swallowed something else and got stuck?"

The nanny named Carly showed a grievance: "Miss Murdoch, this matter...I'm not blamed for this matter. Miss Roberts came back tonight and said that she would take care of Emma himself, or would she personally coax Emma tonight."

Eric took out a tissue from the paper box on the table to help the little guy clean the cream on his face and asked, "Have Emma been having dinner?"

Of course the nanny knew who Eric was, and shook her head a little restrainedly: "This, Mr. Williams, I...I don't know. After Miss Roberts said she wanted to take care of Emma in person, I went back to her room to rest."

Eric smiled and shook his head. It seemed that the problem was Julia's side. He waved his hand and said, "You go and rest first."

The nanny pointed to the mess and asked, "Do you want me to clean the kitchen?"

"No need, let's talk about it tomorrow," Eric shook his head.

After the nanny left, Eric handed Emma who was wrapped around him to Elizabeth: "You go and take a shower for the little guy first. I'll see what happened to Julia, and which room she is in?"

Elizabeth also understood the crux of the matter at this time, and was a little helpless about Julia's carelessness. She pointed to the entrance of the stairs and said, "The first room upstairs is."

Eric pulled out a few pieces of paper and wiped the cream on his chest that Emma had made, and walked towards the stairs. Elizabeth looked at Eric's back, shrugged slightly before taking the little guy to the bathroom.
Chapter completed!