Chapter 121： Missing the script

Chapter 121 Missing the script

ˆ Iwillrun, Iwillclimb, Iwillsoar

I'mundefeated

ˆJumpingoutofmyskinpullthechord

Yeah, I believe it

Sent Director Darren off, Link continued to read the script in the bar. There was a female singer with heavy makeup on the small stage in the bar, holding a guitar and singing Taylor's new song "Dream It Possible". She sang well.

It's a pity that he's not a familiar face. Link doesn't know the opponent's potential, and it's hard to pick him up.

In fact, after setting up a music company, he also wanted to sign a few unknown singers to fill the company's talent pool, earn more money, and launch the Link music label.

It’s just that most of the people he knows have debuted, and those who haven’t are still young, so they have no chance to pick up the slack.

“Mr. Safran, what do you think of my new script?”

While he was reading the script, he heard someone talking about the script in the seat next to him. He took a look and saw that they were not movie stars as he imagined, but two ordinary-looking middle-aged people.

The speaker is in his thirties, wearing a jacket and glasses. He looks like a liberal arts teacher.

"Chris, are you sure this is a new script you wrote? Only in a wooden box? One actor? A mobile phone? Can this also be regarded as a script? Do you think someone will read such a thing if it is filmed? Sorry Chris, I am here today If there’s anything else, please contact me next time you have a really good script.”

The man in a black suit opposite dropped the script, picked up the leather bag on his seat and left.

bang!

The other party's bag dropped to the ground with the script, and Link glanced sideways.

On the cover of the white script, there was a large word "Buried" written on it. When he saw the title of the script, he thought of a special suspense movie, "Buried Alive" starring Ryan Reynolds in 2010.

Will it be the same script?

He leaned over to pick it up and said to the man opposite: "Sir, can I take a look?"

“Oh please!”

The man next door nodded, suddenly looked at his face again, and said in surprise: "Are you Mr. Linkback, the world boxing champion?"

"it's me!"

“Hello Mr. Baker, I am your boxing fan, and my son is also your boxing fan. He also likes your songs and bought your album.”

The man who looked like the teacher stood up and said excitedly.

Link shook hands, invited the other person to take a seat, and asked the other person's identity. Chris Sparling, editor of Variety magazine, a new screenwriter, has no film works for the time being.

Link flipped through the script and read it. It was about a construction contractor working in Iraq. His convoy was attacked by a bomb when he was returning home from get off work. When he woke up, he found himself lying in a coffin and buried in a desert. , only carrying a mobile phone and a flashlight with him. After learning about his situation, he began to use the tools at hand to save himself.

The script is the same as the plot of "Buried Alive" he has seen.

Link was a little surprised. He remembered that the investment in this movie was not much, about two to three million. It later earned 20 to 30 million in global box office, and also won many awards at global film festivals.

It can be regarded as a small-budget movie that has achieved both box office and word-of-mouth success.

If you can get the rights to adapt the script and invest in making it into a movie, you can make a small fortune in the future.

He glanced at screenwriter Chris who looked awkward across from him, "Mr. Sparling, is the story of this script true?"

Screenwriter Chris shook his head, "It was the news I saw. An American hostage was buried underground by terrorists in the Middle East for five days, and was finally rescued by rainwater. I got inspiration from this news and wrote this script. It is completely original. "

Link nodded, "Do you still have the rights to adapt this script?"

"Yes, I wrote this script in 2006. After I finished it, I thought it was very good, so I submitted the script to more than a dozen film companies, hoping it would be picked up by them. Unfortunately, after waiting for two years, there was no response. I I don’t want to see my work buried, so I go to a familiar producer and ask them to read the script, but no one has taken a liking to it yet.”

Screenwriter Chris said regretfully.

Link held the script and pondered for a moment, "Mr. Sparling, I don't know why others didn't take it, but I found it very interesting after reading it. Such a script should not be buried. I want to buy the adaptation of "Buried Alive" If you want to make a movie in the future, are you willing to sell it?”

“Mr. Baker, are you serious?”

Screenwriter Chris looked at him in disbelief. Link decided to buy his copyright after reading it only once. This surprised him and moved him very much.

He used to often tell others that the script was great and would be a good movie, but no one believed him.

Now that Link wants to buy the adaptation rights after watching it once, screenwriter Chris suddenly feels like he has met a confidant.

"Mr. Baker, if you can film this script within three years, I will give you the adaptation rights for free, without asking for a penny."

Screenwriter Chris said excitedly. "free?"

Link smiled, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I will film this script, but I will still act according to the market situation. I will pay you as much as the copyright fee for the changes. In any case, the script is also the fruit of your labor, and I don't want to Something for nothing.”

Screenwriter Chris smiled happily and finally quoted the lowest price, which was 30,000 yuan for the adaptation rights within three years and 100,000 yuan within five years.

Link thought for a moment and agreed.

Then he called Ms. Mandy and told her about the script adaptation rights, and asked her to find a lawyer to draft a copyright contract and send it over.

—

“Link, why did you buy the script? Don’t tell me you want to change your career to a director again.”

After signing the contract, Ms. Mandy asked doubtfully.

Link looked at the copyright contract and script in his hand and smiled: "I'm going to register another film studio and invest in making movies. What do you think?"

Ms. Mandy looked at him and said, "Great, I won't be surprised if you tell me one day that you want to run for president."

“An election?”

Link stroked his chin and thought seriously.

Ms. Mandy blinked, stared at him and asked, "You don't really have this idea, do you?"

Link laughed, "I'm just kidding. I bought this script because it costs little and can be used to test the waters. But you don't have to worry. I won't invest in movies in the past two years. My focus in the past two years has been on boxing." "To make more money, I started a film studio to collect scripts."

Ms. Mandy heard his words and breathed a sigh of relief.

After becoming Link's manager, she realized how busy Link was. He got up at six in the morning to train for fitness, boxing for at least six hours a day, practicing guitar and piano, and sometimes going to the recording studio to practice singing.

Now he is reading scripts again and preparing to become an actor. If he opens another film company, he will probably be busy to death.

"After "Dream It Possible" became a hit, many media called Link Music and wanted to interview you. You were busy training and competing a few days ago and I didn't tell you. Do you want to be interviewed?"

Ms. Mandy looked at the singer on the stage and said.

Link thought for a while and refused. He was not a professional musician and didn’t know much about song creation. He couldn’t answer the reporters’ questions. It would be better to remain silent and give everyone an inscrutable impression.

"And one more thing."

Ms. Mandy put away the documents on the table, "Christmas is coming soon, what are your plans?"

“Christmas?”

Link was stunned for a moment. Time flew by so fast. He remembered that it was still May when he came here, and it was almost the end of the year in the blink of an eye.

“I don’t seem to have any plans.”

Because of his role, he has no plans to return to Miami for the time being. Taylor has traveled around recently, and even if there is no announcement on Christmas Day, he will spend it at home. As for Catherine, she has remarried, and he does not intend to disturb them.

Link found himself alone in New York.

"How about spending Christmas at my house? Selena is the only child at home. It will be more lively after you go there."

Ms. Mandy asked expectantly.

Link smiled softly, "Would it be too intrusive?"

"How could it be possible? If Selena knew you were going to spend Christmas at home, she would be crazy with joy."

Ms. Mandy smiled.

Link thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

(End of this chapter)