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Daqin Manor in the dark.

Brilliantly lit...

"Chairman, Martin from CAA has arrived."

The sudden sound of the walkie-talkie awakened Qin Dong from his happiness.

"Dajun, let him in."

After casually picking up the walkie-talkie and saying something, Qin Dong put his hands on the head of Eva Green who was kneeling on the ground, and slowly exerted force.

"call..."

after a long time...

Take a deep breath.

"Cough...cough..."

Looking at the coughing woman, Qin Dong stood up, stretched out his hand to pull the woman up, and entered the bathroom together.

A few minutes later, Qin Dong came out, leaving the woman alone to take a bath.

Women usually take a lot of time to take a shower.

Men, if you have the heart, it's a normal thing to get it done in a few minutes.

Rinse, then wash your hair, apply body wash, and rinse off.

Sometimes it really is that simple.

A few minutes, really plenty of time.

After walking out of the bathroom, putting on a bathrobe, Qin Dong walked towards the living room downstairs.

"Good evening, Martin..."

"Have you brought me good news?"

Looking at Martin who was already sitting in the living room, Qin Dong smiled and walked over to ask.

Headed to Warner this morning for contract negotiations.

Qin Dong only stayed until noon, had lunch with Warner President Barry Meyer, and then left.

When negotiating these things, and finally signing the contract, is the occasion where the protagonist appears.

The specific operational details are left to the team.

After lunch, Qin Dong slipped away.

Summon Eva Green to come to Daqin Manor to serve her.

Qin Dong had this ability a long time ago, let alone now.

Eva Green, even if she is the most famous actress in France after Sophie Marceau in [French Rose], she has to obediently obey Qin Dong's words.

Everything, it seems, is so natural.

This is the naked reality of the entertainment industry.

"It's great, it's smooth, it's good, it's cooperative, but it's a pity..."

In the afternoon, Qin Dong played very comfortably and happily, but he also had regrets.

Eva Green has nothing to say about her height, appearance, and other aspects.

Especially her temperament, with a proud face, full of the temperament of a witch, combined, it makes people linger and forget to return.

Can play, can play, and is very cooperative, this is really a man's favorite in bed.

But the only thing Qin Dong regretted was that Eva's skin was a bit too foreigner's.

That's a little bit more freckles.

This is a pity.

There are freckles on the face. In fact, too many foreign women, even Hollywood female stars, have the same face.

It's just that you can hide it with makeup and so on.

It's just that Eva Green's face is a bit too much, which makes Qin Dong feel regretful.

It can only be said that the flaws do not conceal the virtues.

On the whole, Qin Dong is willing to give the opponent a score of 90.

"Good evening, Qin."

"I also hope that my news is good news."

Martin shrugged helplessly.

It was hard for Martin to feel satisfied with the day's negotiations.

This kind of contract is not a contract involving money or sharing. If it is this type of contract, it is actually much easier to negotiate.

After all, there are so many artists under the brokerage company, and they need to negotiate n contracts of this type every year, and they are already familiar with it.

But the contract requested by Qin Dong...

"Boom..."

Qin Dong didn't get a satisfactory reply, nor was he disappointed.

Go to the bar where the wine is stored, take a bottle of red wine and open it.

"Have a drink first and speak slowly."

After getting a glass for Martin, Qin Dong also picked up a glass and sat on the sofa to take a sip.

"This taste, good wine, who gave you this?"

Martin is a smart guy.

Shaking the wine glass, I can judge the quality of the red wine in the glass just by the nose wine.

Just asked narrowly at the end.

"Fuck, can't I afford good wine?"

Qin Dong cursed with a smile, and asked back.

This is being looked down upon.

"Hey... money, to you, it must be small money, but you don't like drinking."

"I guess you don't have this nature, you specialize in collecting good wine."

"If it's a cigar, then I believe..."

"Wine... good wine, it must be given to you by someone else."

After Martin took a shallow sip, he savored it in his mouth for a long time.

Then he opened his mouth to refute slowly.

"..."

"Well, you know me well, Martin."

"It's one of the bottles I'm getting from Barry at noon."

What else could Qin Dong say, he could only choose to tell the truth.

Everyone has figured out his habits, and they are well-founded.

"Barry? This old thing does hold a lot of good wine."

Martin heard the words and said meaningfully.

Martin and Barry, the president of CAA and the president of Warner.

We have known each other for a long time. Although the industry is different, there are many opportunities to deal with each other, and we know each other very well.

"No, Barry's body hurts a lot today, don't expect to get good wine from him."

Qin Dong understood in seconds, and quickly shook his head to refuse.

Thinking of Barry's distressed expression when he took away these bottles of wine at noon.

Qin Dong knew that this old man, Barry, really felt pain in his flesh, and was reluctant to part with these good wines.

A gentleman does not take people's favor.

Knock over a few bottles, make up your mind, and that's it.

Too much is too late, Qin Dong understands this truth very well.

Interlacing is like a mountain. This has nothing to do with money, but a matter of hobbies and hobbies.

Real collectors from all walks of life care about collections, not how much they are worth.

"For a short time, indeed, a few bottles...enough to make Barry feel bad for a long time."

Martin was not disappointed when he saw that Qin Dong didn't take the bait.

He also just said it in passing.

It's good to be able to get more good wine, and I'm not disappointed if I can't get it.

The two quietly tasted the red wine...

"Warner and DC's bottom line, how about the distance from the bottom line number I gave you?"

After pouring red wine on Martin again...

Qin Dong began to ask seriously.

"Differs greatly..."

Martin didn't pick up his glass this time, and his face became serious:

"Warner and DC have been insisting on sending out all the copyrights of superheroes that can be given up to single digits at most, and even the lowest two-digit number, 10, is reluctant to part with this number."

"It's far from the bottom line Qin you asked for, 30 superhero copyrights..."

That's why Martin rushed to Daqin Manor at night.

The two need to discuss it.

In one day, the result of the negotiation was not satisfactory.

Qin Dong asked for at least 30 superhero copyrights from DC. Martin arrived at Warner Bros. today and deliberately opened his mouth, asking for 300 superhero copyrights.

But... At the end of the day, Warner and its DC delegation have been killing single-digit superhero copyrights.

This made Martin very upset. He quarreled and scolded, and almost got into a fight.

At the end of the day, I didn't leave Warner until night fell and it was dinner time.

"Digits..."

"Ha ha..."

After Qin Dong repeated the sentence, he sneered twice.

His eyes darkened, and he leaned on the sofa, his expression began to turn cold.

Slowly fell into silence.

"..."

Martin opened his mouth to speak, then fell silent again.

Having been Qin Dong's agent for several years, Martin is an old man.

Instantly judged Qin Dong's attitude, he was really upset, unhappy, and angry.

The result of today's negotiations is difficult to satisfy the other party.

[30 superhero copyrights, it seems that it is really Qin's bottom line. 】

From Qin Dong's attitude, Martin fully understood that the bottom line of the negotiation that Qin Dong told him before was the real bottom line.

There is no room for bargaining.

"Martin, that's it for tonight. I'll go to Warner again tomorrow morning."

“I want to hear with my own ears what these people have to say.”

After a long time, Qin Dong came back to his senses.

After drinking half a glass of red wine in one gulp, he waved his hands away.

"Okay, see you tomorrow, Qin."

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