The first thousand two hundred and sixty-one chapters refuse to deconstruct(2/2)
"You posted on the Internet that the joke about the car breaking down and parked on the side of the road for help, and conservatives and liberals react differently, so we agree that you are actually a guy who has long realized the hypocrisy of liberals and at least partially agrees with conservatism in his heart."
Charles Fraser raised his hands and his palms looked out, "Of course we know very well that you have to stand on your current position for various reasons. You don't have to agree with me, just understand each other."
People in real culture have amazing keenness, Song Ya shrugged, "To be honest, I was just furious by Oprah at that time."
"Puchi." Harley laughed from the side.
And Jennifer Connery quietly poked Charles Fraser's waist with his fingers.
"Okay, I won't talk about this anymore."
Charles Fraser also knew that talking to the richest black man with ACN about the conservative common language was too sensitive, so he kept smiling bitterly.
The night in California was still a little cold, and the four of them fell into a brief silence. Jennifer Connery and Halle all started to cover the wind that was pouring into their evening clothes with their hands.
Charles Fraser didn't notice this, and he began to appreciate the scenery very literary.
Song Ya did not miss the opportunity to play a gentleman, took off her suit and put it on Harley, and then looked at Jennifer Connery with a smile.
"well!"
Charles Fraser sighed and looked up at the moon.
Jennifer Connery began to rub goose bumps on his arms with his hands, and quietly stared at him with wide eyes for help.
Song Ya pinched the fabric of her shirt and shook it, indicating that she would take off her clothes again.
Harley pinched herself for her.
"So what do you... want, Charles?" Song Ya broke the silence.
"Can you do me another favor? Leave a place for me when the film is final edited, or the professionals I'm looking for in the Atlantic Monthly, Lengshan is my child. I really don't want to see her cut like I don't know."
Charles Fraser said: "Yelemov, Daniel, Touchstone and the director don't agree, but we think you should be willing to help, just think that we have a tacit understanding between us."
“What!?NO!”
Let you go into the editing room, what should I do if I have to wield my big scissors? And this requirement is too much. He is not making money. In order to compete for the popular best-selling book Lengshan from Global and other companies, the licensing fee for movie adaptation is record-breaking, and the high salary of the chief screenwriter...
Everyone wanted to get more when they saw the opportunity, but Song Ya immediately refused, "This is not in line with the rules."
"Yes, Hollywood's final editing rights are almost the restricted area of the distribution company, except for those big directors..." Jennifer Connery advised with affectionate help.
"It's so easy..." Harley also spoke.
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"But what about you APLUS? I heard you got it very early." Charles Fraser asked.
"That's different, don't expect these things." Song Ya shook her head. She had to pay money and efforts and the blessing of the genius behind her. Of course, she was willing to compromise if the issuing company had little risk.
"Okay, I get it." Charles Fraser continued to sigh, "I still have to thank you APLUS anyway, so can you please help us watch?"
"I really don't want to ask about these details... I can only say that I can do my best, and if I can, I can help."
Song Ya called haha, "I think ladies need to warm up."
"Oh, sorry." Charles Fraser noticed that his female companion was getting frozen and began to take off his dress clumsily. He was dressed very grandly today, and the scene was a little awkward for a moment.
"Forget it, just a little road."
Jennifer Connery refused and the four walked back.
"Cough!" Song Ya deliberately coughed when she entered the door.
She immediately understood, whispered a few words to Charles Fraser, and sent the writer's male companion away.
"New boyfriend ah? Did you dump poor Leto?" Song Ya smiled and took the suit that Harley had returned and asked deliberately.
She rolled her eyes back, "Did you see my assistant? I need a shawl." It seemed that she was really frozen, she asked Harley.
Another shawl...
Chapter completed!