novellhall Chapter 285 Ye Qin, Said You Can't Handjob
Chapter 285 Ye Qin, Said You Can't Handjob
Chapter 285 Ye Qin, Said You Can't Handjob
Hitchcock mentioned what is the most important thing in a movie, the script, the script, or his script!
Fifth-generation directors are not good at telling stories, and they all rely on literary works on the market, like Yan Geling, Lu Wei...
Ye Qin found Derek Kelstad's address through the Screenwriters Association, and rushed there non-stop.
"Why did you come in person, for a screenwriter like him, wouldn't it be good to just make an appointment at a coffee shop?"
Luo Yi stepped on the grass, very confused.
"You are Huaxia Tong, you should have heard a word called Corporal Lixian."
Ye Qin was perfunctory, he not only wanted the script, but he also wanted this person. I've asked, but he doesn't have an agency yet!
Derek lives in a so-called "poor man's" bungalow with its own lawn yard.
The room is not big, about 140 square meters. Derek bought a second-hand one at a low price after the financial crisis. The original price was 15 US dollars, and the current price is 10 US dollars.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a shotgun hanging on the wall at first glance, and my keen eyes swept lightly. In the remote corner of the wall, there was still a rifle leaning against it.
It is indeed the country of live-action shootouts.
emm, although houses in poor areas are cheaper than those in China, they have poor public security and high risk.
"Sorry, I'm a bit messy here, tea, or beer?"
Derek opened the refrigerator and pulled out three bottles of Heineken.
Ye Qin looked at him carefully, and found that he had a fat body filled with junk food, a bald head and a round face, wearing rimless round glasses, and there was nothing wrong with his words and deeds because of his skin color.
Passing the beer to Luo Yi, he gave Luo Yi a wink. He, who is also a human being, knew the general situation, and sat on the sofa slowly, picking out a copy of Lawrence Bullock's "Killer" from the pile of books scattered on the table.
"The study is over here."
Under the guidance of Derek, Ye Qin entered the study room, which was different from the messy living room, with computers, typewriters, and stacks of reference books.
The most conspicuous ones are Glock, FN, SIG... a series of gun factory catalogs.
Flipping through at random, first-hand original materials, from ammunition to manufacturing technology, precision control, mechanism principles, etc., are densely packed and have fine parameters.
A cursory glance at the publisher, Zizi, the National Rifle Association.
"Well, Lucy said you want to buy my script?" Derek took out the outline and script, and offered them with both hands.
Ye Qin took it and took a rough look:
"A retired old killer, his wife died of cancer, and only he and his wife's dog are left at home..."
Derek bit the tip of his pencil and explained: "It's a bit like "Taken". Many companies think that killing dogs for revenge is too absurd, so they are not willing to buy it."
"Dogs are the most loyal companions of human beings. In China, there are countless dog lovers."
Ye Qin laughed and said, "I think killing a dog is very characteristic. Can you change the age of the character to around 40?"
Derek asked curiously, "Of course, but I have to ask, who will you cast as the leading role when you buy the script?"
With the platform of Legendary Films, a fire of enthusiasm was ignited in his heart. If the adapted film had stars starring in it, and the box office was a big hit, his screenwriting fee would rise accordingly.
My head is full of reverie, Dwayne Johnson, Guo Dastan...
"Will you invite Jack?"
"No, Jack will play the villain." Ye Qin waved his hand: "I'll play John Wick."
"you you!"
Derek stood up abruptly, speechless: "Are you acting in an action movie?"
"Why, don't believe it?"
"If that's the case, then I can't sell you this script."
Derek shook his head, speaking contemptuously: "Thank you very much for coming to my house in person, but I'm sorry, I have high hopes for this script..."
"One million dollars."
Ye Qin blurted out, and Derek was shocked, "20 dollars?!"
The average member of the American Association is 24 dollars per person, which is known as a high-paying profession, but he is a top screenwriter.
For example, top film screenwriters earn 300-500 million US dollars, and gold medal TV screenwriters have the opportunity to become the core characters of the series and enjoy producer treatment.
The average film screenwriter's salary is definitely less than $50.
The Screenwriters Guild (WGA) and the Alliance of Film and Television Producers (AMPTP) in the United States stipulate that the original script and the minimum price of a single weekly salary, and the price of a general movie script is more than 7 US dollars.
I only have one "Deadly Express", and the box office is still hitting the street, and the most quoted price is 10.
Derek gritted his teeth, thinking constantly in his mind.
For a month or so, he retreated and conceived a set of killer world system, which is a completely fictional world.
There is one who rules the world of killers, and the protagonist, because of a series of things, will single out against the whole world of killers.
This is the beginning and the introduction. He feels that he has the ability to write a series of masterpieces, and he can't waste it in vain!
From the bottom of my heart, he should be underestimated by Chinese people towards Ye Qin.
"30 million dollars!"
Ye Qin stretched out 3 fingers: "This is the final price. If you disagree, I don't think there is any need to discuss it. But there is one thing to say in advance. Legendary Pictures intends to invest 2000 million US dollars in me."
"B grade production!"
Derek's eyes lit up, B-level production ranged from 500 million to 3000 million, and 2000 million is already a high standard.
And Legendary Pictures actually hit a young man in his early 20s, who is still a Chinese.
The eyeballs rolled, and the will was shaken: "But the protagonist is a 60-year-old old killer. Although action movies don't talk about acting skills too much, the age image..."
"Changed him to a decadent uncle around 40 years old. I played in this age group in the last movie. It's not bad. I was lucky to win a Berlin Best Actor."
"If you want, I can send a movie I starred in called "Fireworks in the Day", which won the Golden Bear Award in Berlin this year."
Ye Qin said lightly, perfectly interpreting Derek's stunned and astonished expression, what is meant by "capitalized ignorance".
The three major film festivals in Europe don't do much to the first and second tiers of Hollywood, and they are not even as compelling as the Golden Globes and the People's Choice Awards, but the third tiers are still flocking to them.
"Wow, that's unbelievable!"
Derek licked his tongue, and now he understood that people from Legendary Pictures treated Ye Qin with courtesy and preferential treatment.
Suspicion gradually diminished, but still not at ease: "Acting skills can indeed make up for the age gap, but to be honest, in the action market in the United States, except for Jack, it is impossible for Chinese people to enter."
"There are many tough guys in Murray, Tom Cruise, Stallone, Dwayne Johnson, Liam Neeson..."
The outspoken voice is clear and clear, the United States is an active market, and there is no place for Chinese people.
Zhen Zi's "Ip Man" is under the banner of the world. In fact, it was not released in Europe and the United States at first, but only in Bangziguo, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand and other Southeast Asian countries.
"Do you have a gun?"
Faced with doubts, Ye Qin threw out a word lightly.
Derek was puzzled, why do you want a gun?
But he did it anyway, and took out a Colt m1911 pistol for body protection from the drawer.
Ye Qin took out the magazine, checked that it was not loaded, then took out an apple, and turned on the timer: "You come to time."
Derek was even more confused. When he saw Ye Qin start the timer, he quickly disassembled the pistol at lightning speed.
Kakaka.
In the blink of an eye, Colt was left with a pile of parts, which were placed in front of the table.
"How many seconds?"
Derek was in a trance, and when he was reminded, he was relieved and pressed the pause button in a hurry.
Even so, the timer displayed impressively: "13.31".
Generally speaking, disassembly or assembly within 15 seconds is considered qualified.
He licked his tongue, facing this stern-faced Chinese man, he felt the chill in his eyes for the first time, fuxk, is he a master of guns!
"Can you assemble it back again, this time I will time it!"
"Look, I'll only do it once."
As soon as Ye Qin said the words, his hands seemed to be opened several times faster. The speed of his hands was amazing.
After the assembly is complete, pull the trigger a few times, "Da Da."
Derek hurriedly pressed the time, and the number "9.93" immediately came into view, his eyes straightened.
"The action movie I plan to shoot will focus on gunfights, strictly follow actual combat as much as possible, shoot with pistol tactics..."
Ye Qin said, while holding a pistol, he used the Mozambique shooting method at Derek, two quick shots in the chest and torso, and then one shot in the head.
Start, draw the gun, shoot, all in one go.
Derek trembled in fright. If it wasn't for the endorsement of Legendary Films, he would have thought it was a Chinese spy who sneaked in pretending to be an actor!
"what do you think?"
"o... ok!"
Derek raised his hands involuntarily, a standard French gesture. "Can you put the gun down first?"
Ye Qin put down his gun, and his stern face instantly became harmless to humans and animals, like a wolf putting on sheep's clothing again.
"You Chinese people are so good at playing with guns?" Derek swallowed.
"I understand a little, I understand a little. We Huaxia always have good wine when friends come. If it's a jackal, it's a shotgun to greet it."
Ye Qin squinted and said, "Then it's settled?"
Derek nodded like a chicken pecking rice, "Ahem, $30, right?"
Ye Qin stretched out his hand and said, "Changing the background of the character, a Chinese, a man from a big eastern country, was adopted by a gypsy woman..."
Derek shook his hand and shook wildly: "No problem, no problem."
He bought this house with a loan, and he doesn't have a part-time job. He lives by writing scripts for movies and TV shows full-time.
The two reached a consensus, walked out of the study, and Luo Yi had already prepared the script contract.
Just then, the landline phone rang:
"Derek, this is Pinnacle Films, you registered "John Wick" on the Screenwriters Guild, we are very interested, make an appointment..."
Thank you readers for your understanding, the spirit is slowly recovering, and I am typing...
Monthly ticket acknowledgment will be issued.
(End of this chapter)