novelraw Chapter 307
Chapter 307
"His name is Eli M. McCullough, a Texan. The McCullough family has entered the oil and military industry in his grandfather's generation, and has shares in Tenneco, LTV and Hughes Aircraft."
"Eli is the family storyteller of this generation. Five years ago, he took over the family business from his late grandfather. After some integration, he turned his attention to San Francisco and Hollywood. He made a series including America Online, Investments including Amazon and Skynet Media.”
"Basically, you don't see his name in the papers, but it's a name that dates back to Texas independence and is still a prestigious family in the South."
The person in charge of the introduction tonight is Patrick Whitesell, CEO of Endeavor Elite Brokerage Company.
It was also to save Patrick Whitesell that Josie took half an hour from the party to meet this mysterious Texas investor.
"And now, he's very interested in your film company." Patrick Whitesell said, "McCullough's original plan was to become one of the big six production partners, but we all know that belongs to Wall Street. Cake, so at my suggestion, he inspected dozens of film companies in Hollywood, large and small, and finally fell in love with your Tianji Films."
Very discerning.
But it's no wonder that Eli McCullough has his eye on Tianji Films.
Although the film company has only produced five films so far, "The Perfect Victim", "The Trap", "Fight Club" and "Boys Don't Cry", each of them is a classic in various senses made.
Moreover, it has a close relationship with Fox, and has just parted ways with Tianmu Capital. Generally speaking, it is a good time to seek a partner.
But the problem is that Tianji Films cannot be measured by "usual" situations.
Josie raised her eyebrows and looked at Patrick Whitesell: "Let's say it first, you should be very clear that my film company does not need financing."
"Of course, of course, I owe you a favor." Patrick Whitesell stepped forward to open the way for Josie graciously, and made a "please" gesture, "Miss, just sit for a while, at most 15 minutes. "
Only then did Josie enter the hotel executive lounge that had been cleared in advance.
It was very quiet in the lounge.
The only bartender at the bar was playing a vinyl record on a gramophone. The jazz-style hoarse female voice wafted gently in people's ears, making West Hollywood a little more romantic at night.
Josie immediately noticed that there was a man sitting by the window.
Patrick Whitesell smiled brightly, and called out: "Hey, Eli, let me introduce you! Our superstar, Josie Horton—"
The man called "Eli" turned around and put down the whiskey in his hand.
His facial features are still hidden in the shadows, but when he stands up, he feels very tall, at least six feet four inches, and against the light in the lounge, it looks like a thick black shadow.
And when he got closer, the invisible sense of oppression became even stronger.
This Texan over 30 years old has an unsmiling face, dark thick short hair, and a beard that occupies most of his face. He wears a shirt without a tie and black trousers. The sharpness is like an ice pick that is about to fall, making it difficult for people to approach.
Especially standing in front of the traditional Hollywood elite Patrick Whitesell, he feels more like a beast with its fangs temporarily put away.
"Nice to meet, Miss Horton—" "Eli" stretched out his hand, his voice was deep and thick, "I'm Eli McCullough."
Patrick Whitesell quietly gave Josie a wink by his side.
"Josie Horton." Josie quickly shook hands with the other party.
Her hands, which have cost countless dollars and energy to maintain, are like suet in the comparison of Eli McCullough, but any man who has a preference for beauty should stop his gaze, but Eli McCullough didn't look sideways.
Even he didn't pay too much attention to the costumes of the famous Hollywood beauty in front of him tonight, only looking into the latter's eyes when he said: "I heard you are from the Upper East Side, Miss Horton."
"No, I was born on the Upper West Side." Josie sat on a high stool by the bar, not really wanting to talk about herself with strangers, "So, you're from Texas, Mr. McCullough? "
Eli McCullough unbuttoned a black suit jacket, sat down opposite Josie, and replied, "Austin, Texas."
"That's a good place." Josie ramblingly radiated associations, Texas cowboys, prostitutes, Texas folk customs... Or, the Texas consortium?
There are many large conglomerates with astonishing influence in the world, and there are even more in the soil of the United States. Behind familiar names such as Rockefeller, Morgan, DuPont, etc., all represent a force capable of influencing the development of society.
Many people think that DC is a puppet controlled by these big consortia, but in fact, since the 90s, the influence of the top rich people on politics has been much smaller.
Politics is more the result of the game and see-saw of the interests of all parties. The existence of individual interest groups is the key to playing politics.
"No, it's pretty bad there." Eli McCullough was so indifferent that he didn't seem to be describing his hometown, and then got to the point: "Miss Horton, we all know that the Tianji Films you owned had previously ended with Tianmu Capital. Do you intend to find new financing partners?"
Josie smiled, but said noncommittally: "To be honest, I don't even know what your company is called. It might be presumptuous to talk about this issue now."
"Um...maybe I can answer this question?" Patrick Whitesell had a headache. On the way here, he was too busy talking about Eli himself, his family, and his investments, but he forgot to tell Josie about other things. .
Eli McCullough didn't open his mouth, he just waved his hand to Patrick Whitesell, and the latter shut his mouth tactfully.
And he himself said: "Then, let me re-introduce myself: Eli McCullough, from Blue Mountain Capital. At the end of last year, Blue Mountain Capital sold out all of its AOL shares and proposed a deal to TT. A financing plan, but it was not approved. To be honest, I am very optimistic about the future of TT, so we chose the next best thing, and we chose to invest in Skynet Media.”
Josie didn't have much impression of the unfamiliar financing institution "Blue Mountain Capital". It was only when Eli McCullough mentioned Skynet Media that she remembered that Michael Ovitz had not only successfully eaten her Outside of the SkyEye network, it seems that they are flexing their muscles and have successively acquired several small TV stations and broadcasting companies.
It turned out that the money was spent by Blue Mountain Capital?
Since Skyeye Network was forced to accept the holding of Skynet Media, the relationship between Josie and Michael Ovitz has entered a more delicate stage. From a certain perspective, Josie was broken and accepted a meal from capitalism. Severe beatings, and Michael Ovitz was an integral part of it.
So it was really hard for Josie to be in a good mood when facing Michael Ovitz's patron.
——More importantly, when Eli McCullough mentioned this matter at this time, he didn't mean to show off his fists.
She smiled lightly, and added for the other party: "Oh, it's the Blue Mountain Capital that helped Michael Ovitz acquire the SkyEye Network. So, in this case, do you think there is still a possibility of cooperation between us?"
"Business is business." Eli McCullough is very frank. "The key is that our cooperation can bring enough benefits. Blue Mountain Capital is my word, and there will be no possibility of internal fighting. Therefore, our cooperation It will be stable and long enough."
Josie just smiled and said nothing, not showing much interest.
Tianji Films is different from other Hollywood film companies. The latter need to use other people's money to invest in making movies because they are unwilling to take risks. However, the films produced by Tianji Films will only continue to be successful, and there is no need to consider Whether to lose money.
So Josie could make a movie with her own money, while the vast majority of Hollywood wouldn't.
Josie's attitude caused a rare fluctuation on Eli McCullough's calm face, as if he didn't understand that such a stable and generous financing partner as himself was so unattractive to Josie, so that he went on to All the prepared topics were blocked.
As if sensing Eli McCullough's emotions, Josie said, "Let's put it this way, Mr. McCullough, the reason why I'm sitting here is purely out of politeness. Tianji Films is currently operating well. There is currently no plan to seek external financing.”
Eli McCullough saw the calmness on Josie's face, and it was obvious that she was speaking of a fact she had already established—oh, that's really regrettable.
But out of demeanor, he didn't bother, he just took out a black-bottomed business card from his business card holder, put it between the two of them and pushed it in Josie's direction: "Thank you for taking the time to see me, Miss Horton, if you change your mind, you can call me anytime."
Josie put away the business card graciously, stood up and gave him a habitual smile: "Goodbye, Mr. McCullough."
The figure belonging to the big star left here, and the fragrance and light of her body seemed to remain in the air.
Eli McCullough's personal lawyer came from the corner of the lounge, and saw his friend and boss unbuttoning the buttons with one hand, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, and sitting in his original position, lost in thought.
"Boss, things seem to be beyond your expectations." The lawyer said in a slightly teasing tone, "She didn't even give you a chance to lure you."
"Jamie, Josie Horton is not what I imagined." Eli McCullough stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and took a gulp of the glass of whiskey that hadn't even melted ice.
"Not the same? I think she is as beautiful as I imagined." The lawyer laughed and said, "She is completely like a beauty made of crystal, crystal clear, elegant and beautiful, just like her in the movie like that."
"You are wrong, she is more like glass."
"It's always weird to hear you describe a woman as glass, at least I don't think you're complimenting her looks."
Obviously, in the eyes of friends, Eli McCullough is the kind of person who is completely incomprehensible. He seems to have never experienced puberty just around the corner, let alone the so-called gentlemanly demeanor.
He even likes some cold things, such as guns and cars.
Markets are like battlefields.
On the battlefield belonging to Eli, there is only the difference between enemies or allies, and gender has no meaning.
"There are many kinds of glass—" said the man who hid himself in the shadows again, "for example, bulletproof glass."
After dealing with Eli McCullough, Josie went to the bathroom of the hotel room to tidy herself up, and when she came out, she said, "Ella, you can call Kelly and send a copy of "Stealing" to Alan Parker's office. The script of Skytrap 2."
As Josie's current personal assistant, Ella certainly knew that Alan Parker was the name of Edward Norton's manager.
He didn't ask any more questions right away, just said "OK", and immediately picked up his mobile phone to make a call.
And Josie sat on the edge of the bed in hotel slippers, and after a short rest, she asked the styling team from outside to touch up her makeup and change her clothes.
Every Oscar night is torture.
But relatively, the gains will only be proportional.
After a few parties, some content exchanged with those studio executives, gold medal producers, etc., may be more than the total of the past year.
Of course, if it's just like some men who focus on hunting beauty, that's another situation.
At least Josie is treating tonight as a large business reception.