"How could you get angry? Don't be angry, go."

Song Ya suddenly opened her scarlet eyes, lowered her head and buried her neck in Harry's arms, and let out a mouthful, her sharp fangs cut her blood vessels. The warm and fresh human blood made him distorted, fierce and ferocious face gradually calmed down, and then a hint of enjoyment appeared faintly.

Harley let out a wailing terror. She tried to struggle a few times, but soon lost the strength to resist, her whole body was limp and her head was weak.

He bit and sucked greedily. Song Ya ignored it until he was "full" and pushed away the woman who had already passed away. He slowly stood up with his blood-red teeth bared, allowing the sticky blood to drip from the corner of his mouth, moving his neck from left to right, and his eyes gathered in battle.

"Very good, very good! This one has passed!"

Zach Sneider shouted happily: "Prepare for the next game." A sparse applause came from behind him.

‘Gugugugu…spit!’

Song Ya took the water handed over by Taraji and tried hard to rinse his mouth. He recognized that the screenwriter David Goyer was applauding, as well as Marvel Studios president Sals and original author Gene Colan, and Yelemov accompanied them, so he waved to them.

"My scene is gone today, so you can continue to be busy."

He smiled and fisted Harley, who was sitting up, and then walked barely towards David Goyer and others, "Yo! Are they all okay?" He noticed that there was a photographer who was responsible for recording short films in the crew, so he restrained a little and hugged several people separately.

"You..." Sals pointed to his face and asked with a smile: "How does the plasma taste?"

"oh."

Song Ya took the towel that Taraji handed over and wiped the blood at will, "This is specially made by the crew, with a little sweet and honey flavor. Do you want to try it? Warn in advance, the taste is very average."

"Hahaha, forget it."

Everyone was very careful in front of the camera camera, talking about the green screen hanging on the upper half of the studio. Song Ya also explained to them. This is because according to the plot design, this is the headquarters of the Vampire Presbyterian Church, and Industrial Light and Magic will fill the green screen with magnificent Gothic architecture cg.

Soon, Zach Snyder asked for peace, so everyone shut up and watched the next scene.

According to the plot, the blade warrior played by Song Ya was tortured by the villain and was dying. The heroine Harley, who quietly came to rescue, took the initiative to sacrifice herself, allowing him, a half-human and half-vampire, to suck his blood and restore his superpowers, and then went out to beat the villain.

Now, in the order of the plot, a large close-up shot of Harley fainting on the ground.

As an R-level film, it is impossible not to show off her sexy. At the beginning, Harley, a rustic and conservative scientist, would have fewer time travel. By this plot, she was already a vacuum-exposed vest and tights. The photographer stood above her body in a "coma". The camera slowly slid along the graceful ups and downs curves very close.

"Card!" Zach Snyder seemed not very satisfied and walked over to discuss and gesture with the photographer.

Makeup and styling took the opportunity to help Harley modify the bite marks on her neck and replenish the flowing plasma, and the entire crew was running in an orderly manner.

"Aplus, go out and have a chat?" David Goyer asked.

"OK."

The group got rid of the short film recording and walked outside the studio. Sals began to ask questions frequently. What he was most concerned about was when the movie would be released.

"Two choices, Halloween in 1997, or summer." Song Ya replied: "I personally prefer the summer and am trying my best to win the issuer Global."

My life sold more than 130 million in the summer season, and the cat and mouse game continued from Thanksgiving to the next year's Oscars, and it was only more than 180 million in the global box office. "Yes, it's better to have a summer season." Sars also agreed, "Is it a big hope?" he asked.

Song Ya replied: "It's OK, Catherine told me that Universal might take over Spielberg's Jurassic Park sequel: The Lost World."

"Is it not possible for Halloween this year?" asked David Goyer.

"No, it takes a long time to produce the special effects of Industrial Light and Magic." Yelemov shook his head.

Marvel people have some understanding of special effects production, "It's enough for us to draw ten comics, purely hand-painted." Gene Curran complained jealously.

"Now there are fewer people buying comics, and they all go to watch special effects blockbusters." Salz sighed.

Their main purpose this time was to sell Black Panther to Song Ya. Marvel has been rumored to be bankrupt until now. This year, it is probably going to go bankrupt. Even if the Blade Warrior sells a lot next year, his share of income will not be able to quench his near thirst, not to mention that Yelemov and Catherine have no plans to share their income.

"I don't have this idea for the time being. At least I have to wait until the Blade Warrior is released to see the situation."

I don’t understand and have no interest, so Song Ya refused again and again. Even buying the Blade Warrior, he was pushed to this point step by step by step by Yelemov and Catherine. The production cost is almost 40 million, and there is no Apocalypse enlightenment. I don’t know if I will make a profit or lose money. I’m annoying!

"Maybe you'll like another vampire hero of ours, Mobias?"

"So what about Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow, Deadpool, Iron Fist, Ant-Man, Punisher, Humanoid?"

It seems that Marvel really can't survive anymore, and it's quite tempting to jump off a building and sell it.

"Black Widow?" Song Ya shook her head like a rattle, and only asked when she heard the word blackwidow.

"Black Widow is white, boss." Yelemov knew he didn't read comics.

"Oh, by the way, isn't there a poison ivy girl?" Song Ya remembered that Harley had cosplayed the poison ivy girl when she attended the makeup party, and maybe she would like it.

"Poison Ivy Girl is the hero of DC." Salz rolled his eyes.

"Sorry, Salz, maybe you've read the financial news not long ago, and I'm also experiencing a financial crisis." Song Yana gave up on the excuse.

This excuse is very useful, and Salz will no longer be entangled, "Okay, in short, we are looking forward to the films of Blade Warriors, I believe you won't let us down aplus."

"Don't worry, we are filming strictly according to David's script." Song Ya pointed at David Gao Ye and smiled.

"Well, then we won't bother you."

Who doesn't know that Marvel is looking for food everywhere? Sals and others hurriedly went to find the next sucker, "Hmph, when I am sucker, we still think you are!" Song Ya looked at their backs and sneered, "It's just right that I'm going bankrupt. I'll kill you with the box office share, and you are even less able to resist."

"Marvel stocks are cheap now," Yeremov smiled.

“Not that simple.”

Tycoon Perelman and Wall Street Wolf Carl Icahn are fighting a Marvel control battle. The stocks are cheap but there are few outstanding stocks outside. New players will be hyped up immediately after entering the market.

This year is a big bull market, and Carl Icahn is in full swing. Perelman, who is more inclined to be more industrial, took advantage of the election year that Vice President Gore didn't care about him and listed the cosmetics giant Revlon, which he controlled, soon exceeded one billion mark. With this money, he also survived the crisis. According to Fujiby's calculations, his personal assets this year have improved greatly compared to last year, and will probably exceed 4 billion again, although there is still a big gap compared to nearly 6 billion at its peak.

It is not normal for Marvel's stock price to be so low. The two old Wall Street villains with sufficient silver bullets are playing capital games and want to privatize them. But they are just stalemate at the moment. Who dares to play with them? I don't know how they will be cheated by them at that time.

Song Ya doesn't know about comics, but she has always maintained a high-intensity attention to the capital market. "Has Oprah obtained the adaptation rights?" He is more concerned about this.

"Of course I got it, ho! Eighty million budget..."

Yelemov shook his head and exclaimed, "Did you lose with confidence? Boss."

"Hmph, it's not too late to be convinced until her movies are sold."

After all, she lost for a while, Song Ya put her heart in mind. Oprah, like herself, just listed on the All-M Rich List last year, and it is probably also inflated. It is a project with a budget of 80 million yuan. Not to mention art films, it is difficult for commercial blockbusters to make a profit, right?

"I have the patience and watched the show in 1998." He sneered.

"Hehe, you and Judy Foster join forces, let alone Oprah, the seven major Hollywood players will be panicked. Your vision of choosing movies has been proven by successful cases."

Yelemov flattered, "Boss, look, our team has been formed, isn't it good to just break up without doing anything? Judy Foster also has the right to adapt the "Six Year Memoir of the Bangkok Palace in his hand... She asked if we would like to continue working."

"Bangkok... doesn't sound auspicious." Song Ya complained.

"auspicious?"

"Now the financial media are talking about Thailand's economic bubble now? They say that their economy is about to collapse, so they focus more on things other than movies Yeremov, and now they ask me to shoot the Bangkok Palace..."

Song Ya sent him away, went back to the dressing room to pick up the lsat exam exercise book, concentrate on doing the questions, and waited for Harley to get off work.

"Boss, the five million loan of Northern Trust is almost burned out by 3dfx again." Jimmy, an auxiliary teacher, came in to report, "What should I do?"
Chapter completed!