nashuaworldcup Chapter 337 A certain internationally renowned director provokes Chinese-language films?
Chapter 337 A certain internationally renowned director provokes Chinese-language films?
The screen on the tablet changed again.
"Young master, please take a look at this."
Old Chen clicked on a video link from an external website, his face turning ashen.
The screen flashed, revealing a blond, blue-eyed, pot-bellied foreign man.
This person is sitting in a high-end studio in Hollywood.
He crossed his legs, his face radiating arrogance and disdain.
Lin Zhou recognized the old man's identity at a glance.
Stephen.
Hollywood's most bankable commercial director to date.
He is also one of the core financial backers of those three major record companies.
He was also the local bully who led the ostracization of director Martin Scorsese at the Paris Film Festival.
In the video, the top-rated host is holding a microphone and asking questions.
"Director Stephen."
"I heard that your old rival, Martin, has recently been seeking deeper cooperation with Chinese film companies?"
"They even want to film his new movie in the East?"
After hearing this, Stephen let out an exaggerated laugh.
He spread his hands out in front of the camera, making a helpless expression.
"Martin is getting old."
"His brain must have been ruined by that kind of inferior tea from the East."
"Chinese-language films? You call that even films?"
Stephen’s words were full of condescending contempt.
"Their special effects are like slides from the last century."
"Crudely made, with absolutely no industrial aesthetics."
"Aside from making some pointless period dramas, they're a joke when it comes to modern blockbuster films."
Lin Zhou stared at the screen, his fingers rhythmically tapping on the sofa armrest.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
Those who know him well know that this is a dangerous sign that his patience is about to run out.
Stephen continued to spout nonsense in the video.
"We have the best motion capture technology in the world."
"It has a top-notch visual effects team and post-production pipeline."
"What gives them the right to challenge us?"
"Are we relying on those celebrities who only know how to pose?"
Seeing this, the host seized the opportunity to add fuel to the fire and bring up another sensitive topic.
"But it's Director Stephen."
"That currently trending Oriental diva, Su Qingge..."
"She not only won a Grammy, but also broke the European and American music monopoly."
"I heard her new film is going to be released globally. What do you think?"
Upon hearing Su Qingge's name, Stephen's expression grew even colder.
He chuckled, leaned forward, and looked directly at the camera.
"Su Qingge?"
"That woman who used capital manipulation to forcibly win the phonograph trophy?"
Stephen raised a finger and shook it dismissively.
"I've seen clips of her performance."
"Empty and pretentious."
"Like a soulless oriental porcelain doll."
"If it weren't for her wealthy husband throwing money at the market."
"She can't even get past the first hurdle of a Hollywood audition."
Stephen's acerbic voice echoed in the video.
"Her pathetic acting skills are nothing special in Hollywood."
"I can only play a waiter who carries plates."
boom!
A muffled thud.
The valuable bone china teacup in Lin Zhou's hand shattered into pieces in an instant.
Scalding hot tea mixed with sharp ceramic shards dripped down his slender fingers.
But he didn't even frown.
The man, who had been lounging lazily on the sofa, suddenly felt his body temperature drop to freezing.
The warm atmosphere of taking care of the child in the living room was instantly shattered by this violent killing intent.
Su Qingge reacted quickly, immediately grabbing a tissue to wipe the water stains from his hands.
"Are you crazy?"
Why get angry at a mad dog on a screen?
Her tone was full of concern, but her movements were very gentle.
"You didn't hurt your hand, did you?"
Lin Zhou grasped Su Qingge's hand in return.
He raised his head, and in his deep, abyss-like eyes, a raging inferno was now surging with boundless fury.
"You can insult me, Lin Zhou."
"I'll just take criticism of Chinese-language films as a joke."
"But he shouldn't have done that."
"I shouldn't have thrown dirty water on you."
Lin Zhou's voice was very soft.
But every word carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
These Hollywood clowns are really asking for trouble.
Did they think that by issuing a joint protest and launching a global live-stream challenge, they could force the Lin family to comply?
And now they even dare to comment on his woman in public interviews!
It is tolerable and unbearable.
Lin Zhou released his wife's hand and stood up abruptly.
He pulled a suit jacket from the side and draped it over his shoulders, his posture as upright as a pine tree.
"Old Chen."
"exist!"
Old Chen immediately stepped forward, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
He hadn't seen that murderous look in the young master's eyes for years.
The last time I saw him was when the young master massacred the Beijing Chamber of Commerce.
"Notify all senior executives of Starry Sky Media."
"I want to see all their faces in the video conference room within five minutes."
"If one person is missing, he'll be kicked out of the capital tomorrow."
Old Chen gasped, bending over even more deeply.
"Understood! I'll take care of it right away!"
Lin Zhou strode towards the private study on the second floor.
Su Qingge looked at his murderous back and sighed helplessly.
She pulled Nuonuo, who still wanted to join the fun, into her arms.
"Sweetie, Daddy's going to fight the bad guys. We'll just wait here."
Nuonuo waved her little fists.
"Yay! Daddy's going to fight the big monster!"
Inside the study.
The circular screen that occupied the entire wall lit up instantly.
The twelve core executives of Starry Sky Media are sitting upright in front of the screen at this moment.
Some people didn't even have time to put on their suit jackets.
Some people were even still eating lunch when they kicked their lunchboxes under the table.
Some people were driving on the elevated highway, stopping their cars in the emergency lane to attend meetings while holding up their phones.
No one dared to provoke Lin Zhou at this critical juncture.
"President Lin."
Starry Sky Media CEO Li Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and spoke cautiously.
"Everyone is here. What are your instructions?"
Lin Zhou pulled out a large leather swivel chair and sat down with an air of authority.
He didn't waste any words.
They directly instructed Lao Chen to simultaneously project the interview video onto all the executives' devices.
The one-and-a-half-minute video finished playing.
There was a deathly silence on the conference channel.
All the executives' expressions changed.
This is no longer a simple business competition; this is blatant insults directed at Starry Sky Media!
"Have you seen everything clearly?"
Lin Zhou tapped his fingers on the table, his voice as cold as ice.
People say we're like a slideshow from the last century.
"They say we only make trashy films that make people whine and complain."
"They say our boss is a pretentious porcelain doll."
Lin Zhou's gaze swept across the crowd through the camera lens.
"Li Ming, what do you think?"
Li Ming was so startled that he slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.
"Mr. Lin, this foreign devil is going too far!"
"The public relations department should immediately draft a lawyer's letter and sue them for international defamation!"
"The Ministry of Justice must follow up immediately. I want them to issue a public apology in the International Court of Justice!"
Other executives echoed this sentiment, and the crowd was filled with indignation.
Lin Zhou looked at his indignant subordinates and gave a cold laugh without any mercy.
"A lawyer's letter?"
"What use is this soft, fluffy thing, other than fooling keyboard warriors?"
He leaned forward, his imposing gaze fixed intently on the screen.
"In this world, truth always lies only within the box office and the range of cannons."
"What's the point of issuing a statement if someone insults you!"
"What you need to do is prove him wrong and make his face swell up!"
"Smash his teeth!"
"Make him kneel on the ground and sing 'Conquer'!"
The entire conference channel fell silent.
Li Ming swallowed hard and asked tentatively.
"Mr. Lin, so what you mean is...?"
Lin Zhou reached out and pulled up a top-secret document.
It was sent directly to the public channel.
That was a super sci-fi IP that Starry Sky Media had been holding onto for a long time, hesitant to launch it.
Star Abyss.
This project has been shelved by the board of directors because of its frighteningly large investment scale and ridiculously high technical requirements.
"Starting today, the Star Abyss project is fully launched."
Lin Zhou's tone left no room for argument.
There is no upper limit to the budget.
"The group's finance department will approve the amount of money needed unconditionally."
"Is the team lacking special effects?"
"Go and acquire all ten of the world's top visual effects companies, one by one, by throwing money at them."
"If they won't sell, just poach their core personnel!"
The executives gasped in shock, their scalps tingling.
This is about using the power of capital to forcibly dismantle Hollywood's industrial system!
Lin Zhou did not stop issuing commands.
"Wasn't that director named Martin ostracized by Hollywood?"
"Old Chen, contact him immediately."
"Tell him that the Lin Group is willing to fully fund him to be the chief producer of 'Star Abyss'."
"I want him to bring Chinese-language films to Hollywood and slap those arrogant idiots across the face!"
Li Ming was so excited that his face turned red, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Understood! Mr. Lin, I'll go and approve the project right away!"
"What about the female lead...?"
"Does the question even need to be asked about the female lead?"
Lin Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold, ambitious smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He glanced at his wife outside the study, where she was playing with the children.
"Didn't Stephen say that Qingge was just a pretty face?"
"I'm going to make him open those dog eyes and see clearly."
"What is true Eastern aesthetics? What is a box office queen?"
Lin Zhou stood up, placed his hands on the table, and gave his final summary to the camera.
"Pass on my message."
"Since they think we only make bad movies, let's show them something real."
"I'm going to make this guy named Stephen disappear from the film industry forever."