America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM

Chapter 67 66. Let the storm come more violently!

"Chris, this is the right state. You finally look like a normal high school student now."

Looking at the smaller Chris Evans in front of him, Eric couldn't help but nodded.

The initial judgment was correct. After losing the muscles, Chris Evans's temperament fit much better with Sam's.

This state is not the thin one created purely with special effects in "Captain America". It is as real as an ordinary person, just like the passers-by you will meet when walking on the road, and it will not make people feel exaggerated.

To be honest, when he first watched "Captain America", the fake muscles and physique made him feel disgusting.

Because I only lost weight on my body, my face was not slimmed down in proportion, so I looked like a goblin, which felt very inconsistent.

"Captain America" ​​was filmed after "Iron Man". It stands to reason that Marvel at that time should not be short of money and financing would be no problem.

But the cheap special effects and the crotch-stretching script are really a piece of shit. After thinking about it, I can only blame it on a lack of attention.

When Eric thinks of "Captain America", he thinks of Marvel, and when he thinks of Marvel, he thinks of acquisitions.

Acquisitions must be put on the agenda this year, and it is said that several large companies have already begun to make contact.

However, many people have the same idea. When the time comes, who is willing to pay the higher price? The competition will be based on the judgment of Marvel's future potential.

As long as MGM always spends 100 million more than others, no company can compete with itself.

Because they have a fatal weakness, that is, they are joint-stock companies, and major decisions must be studied by the shareholders' meeting, and they must be responsible to shareholders.

MGM had no concerns in this regard. Why did the Coopers insist on delisting in the first place.

One is because the acquisition process will go faster.

The second is that private companies can do whatever they want, and no one dares to oppose them no matter how outrageous the decision is.

Third, MGM was already in disgrace at that time, and it would not make much money if it went public. It was better to recover its strength first, and then re-list it when market expectations were raised.

Pulling back his thoughts and receiving praise from Eric, Chris Evans only felt that his recent efforts were not in vain.

He said with some self-deprecation: "You know director, I used to play the kind of muscular guy, and everyone seemed to think that was all I could do."

"Even my agent told me to keep in shape and make my muscles bigger and bigger. It seems that without this kind of figure, I will never be able to take roles again."

"I really appreciate you giving me this opportunity, and this is also the first time since I entered Hollywood that I don't have to exercise deliberately or go to the gym. To be honest, this feels great!"

From the words of the young American captain, Eric could hear complaints and gratitude, but Hollywood is like this. It would be nice to have a role, but more people can't even get roles.

"Chris, actually it's good to have some muscles. There's a kind of body shape called looking thin when dressed and muscular when undressed. Just like me, a well-proportioned beauty is the most perfect."

"Besides, you have a certain temperament. When you get the chance, why not try growing a beard and give yourself a mature look? You will find a new you."

Chris Evans frowned, but he really couldn't imagine himself in that state, so he thought he could give it a try when he was fine.

Not far away, James McAvoy came over to say hello. He was going to play a small supporting role as a computer expert, but he played a key role in intercepting the Decepticon signals.

This character doesn't have many roles, with a total screen time of about seven or eight minutes, some of which are group scenes.

Not as good as Tom Hardy or Michael Fassbender, who makes his face unsuitable for a soldier?

But of course there are advantages, that is, he doesn't have to go to the army to train hard. In the past few days, his friends have poured out their frustrations on him, and the training intensity is much more intense than when he was filming "Band of Brothers."

Tom Hardy said that his thighs were swollen due to wear and tear. As for what caused it, God knows.

"James, your partner will join the team in a few days. Please cooperate well."

"Who is it?" "Collo Sevini, have you heard of this name?"

After going through it in his mind, James McAvoy shook his head, thinking that he was probably a newcomer too.

But Eric's next words directly broke his defense.

"She is an Oscar nominee for Best Supporting Actress, but she only starred in independent films, so she is not well-known."

"What! Oscar? How old is she?"

"I don't know, she's about twenty-six or seventeen, a little older than you. She hopes to enter the mainstream movie scene through "Transformers", so even though it's a guest appearance, she will definitely work hard. You two have opposite roles. Now the pressure is on you!"

Hearing this, James McAvoy showed a worried look. After all, he, a transparent young man, suddenly had to act with an Oscar nominee, which made people very nervous.

He patted Zhan Yimei on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging look: "But I believe in your ability. Think carefully about the status of a computer master and a hacker."

Then he called Chris Evans over: "You two are good buddies in the movie. After training, you go out to drink and do things that men should do together."

Chris Evans knows this well: "So how about tonight? I know there's a nice bar nearby."

Zhan Yimei shrugged: "It's okay anyway, okay."

After staying at the training base for two days, Eric left. He just came to take a look.

This kind of thing can be left to Patty Jenkins and Neill Blomkamp, ​​and he still has to solve a hidden danger.

In New York, a plane landed at JFK International Airport. After Eric walked out of the terminal, just like the last time he came, a silver-white Panamera parked in front of him.

Elena had obviously dressed up specially today, wearing beautiful sunglasses and looked at Eric: "Get in the car."

boom!

"Where are we going this time?"

"Then it depends on whether you want to enjoy it first or work first."

"I think it's better to do things first. It's best for all of us."

"Humph. I can't see that you are still a very determined little guy."

"Concentration? No, no, no, madam, it's just for you!" Eric said, covering his waist.

Hearing his teasing, Elena snorted coldly: "If it weren't for the millions of dollars you helped me earn, I would eat you right now!"

"Only a few million? It seems that you still don't trust me enough, otherwise you would have made a lot of money by putting all your wealth on it."

"Don't bring up this topic. I'll get angry if I bring it up. You have to make it up to me!"

"Hey! Do you want to listen to what you are saying? I am a great benefactor who has helped you earn millions of dollars!"

"But I've helped you make more, haven't I? And I promise, you'll enjoy it too."

"Can you tell me in advance? What do you want to do to me? Or is there any good way to play?" Eric was a little curious.

The beautiful witch glanced at him charmingly: "I also have two nieces, they are both beautiful, and I also want to get to know you."

That being said, Eric can imagine the rest.

"Fuck your work and make the storm worse!"

(End of this chapter)