Hollywood Hunter

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The meeting went on to five o'clock, and everyone got off work.

Simon came to the parking lot from the side door of the office building with Jennifer's record company materials, but saw the female assistant standing in front of her own car, with the hood open, and Neil Bennett was leaning over to help her check. what.

Simon walked over, glanced at the car's engine, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Neil Bennett withdrew his hand from the engine and said to Simon: "It can't start, it should be a problem with the electronic control system."

Simon listened to Neil Bennett's explanation, glanced at the engine again, felt Jennifer looking at him expectantly, smiled and said to the female assistant: "You don't think I can repair cars, do you? "

Jennifer felt Simon looking at her from a close distance, and shyly shrank her neck slightly, but said, "You should know everything."

Simon nodded sympathetically and said, "It seems to be a little bit. However, if I fix your car at this time, will my EQ be too low."

Jennifer puzzled: "Huh?"

Simon pointed to his car and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home, and your car will be sent to the repair shop tomorrow."

Jennifer's fair cheeks immediately turned red, and she couldn't help but glanced outside the parking lot, where there were already paparazzi holding up cameras to take pictures. Feeling dizzy, I unknowingly got into his SUV. I didn't wake up until he heard his voice asking me where I lived, and said quickly, "I'm still staying at my uncle's house for the time being."

Simon smiled and said, "George's house, I don't seem to have been there yet."

So he told him the address of his uncle's house, reacted, and quickly explained it to Neil Bennett in the front row.

Like a restless deer that fell into a trap.

Noticing the smile on the corner of the man's mouth beside her, she obviously enjoyed her abominable state of panic, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and wanted to reach out and pinch him.

After being so embarrassed for a moment, or just because she felt embarrassed for a moment, seeing him bow his head and open the document in his hand, she found another topic at random: "How is Miss Johnston lately?"

As soon as I said the words, I felt that I was really stupid.

Obviously know.

Also, this question is really stupid.

Simon did not turn his head, his eyes still fell on the document in front of him, and said: "She is still in New York, and I will go there for Christmas with her next week. By the way, you can go there together, and you should also go back to New York. right?"

She nodded, quickly turned the subject away, pointed at the record company information she had organized in the past few days in his hand, and asked, "Are you planning to open a record company?"

Simon shook his head and said, "Look at it first, but it's better to buy one, it's too troublesome to do it from scratch."

When I think of this, it's actually because of the song I wrote for Madonna.

Although it was an additional condition to lobby Madonna to appear in Pulp Fiction, the song could not be written for nothing.

The specific contract was negotiated by Jonathan and Madonna's production company, with a basic salary of $100,000, which is nothing to Simon. However, when the album became a hit, Simon's personal income increased exponentially.

Due to the popularity of "celebration", Madonna is now expected to sell more than 10 million copies of the album worldwide.

As the songwriter of "celebration", Simon's personal positioning is similar to that of a Hollywood screenwriter. According to the Recording Association of America, songwriters get a percentage of each album sale, a rule that has been in place since the early twentieth century, long before the Writers Guild's videotape share. The songwriter's original cut was 2 cents per record, which has now risen to 7.5 cents after more than half a century of back-and-forth negotiations.

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According to the global sales of "you-can-dance" of 10 million copies, Simon's expected share will reach 750,000 US dollars.

Just as movie screenwriters receive an equal share of TV broadcasting rights in addition to videotape revenue, Simon can continue to earn revenue from "celebration"'s TV and radio broadcasts, concert performances, and licensing of film and television episodes. .

According to the industry's previous statistics, this part of the revenue can at least be the same as the album sales.

Taken together, it's just one song on an album that will bring Simon about $1.6 million in revenue in the next few years.

$1.6 million is a drop in the bucket for Simon's current wealth, but it makes Simon realize how huge a fortune will be for the countless songs in the memory of all thirteen people in his mind for the next three decades.

Taking "you-can-dance" as an example, it is just pure record sales. According to the average selling price of 20 US dollars, 10 million global sales means a total revenue of 200 million US dollars.

Simon may only be able to get $750,000 in album sales as a songwriter, but if he becomes a record company owner, just like he is now from a screenwriter to Daenerys Pictures boss, then the corresponding income will be Well over $750,000.

Of course, a record that has sold more than 10 million copies worldwide is definitely not that easy to create, otherwise Madonna wouldn't be a Madonna.

In fact, among all the albums released by the major North American record companies, even the white ones that can reach millions of sales.

Gold albums are less than 5%, and the other 95% or more end in failure. However, for Simon, who not only lacks fame and strength, but also knows the trend of the record industry in Europe and the United States in the next three decades, it is definitely not a problem to create several top pop singers and release some hot albums with countless hit singles in his mind. A very difficult thing.

Simon casually chatted with Jennifer while flipping through the documents in his hand.

The SUV unknowingly turned into the mountain road of the Bel Air community. Seeing that he was about to arrive home soon, Jennifer paused and said, "Simon, there is one more thing."

Simon felt that Jennifer suddenly became cautious, looked up and said, "What?"

After hesitating for a while, Jennifer took out a newspaper from her satchel, unfolded it and handed it over, saying, "I think you should take a look."

Simon took the newspaper that Jennifer handed over, and most of the page in front of him was a revelation of kinship recognition.

A couple in San Diego, Southern California lost a four-year-old boy in 1972. The newspaper published the photo, name, date of birth, case record, and missing person notice of a little boy in the newspaper. The couple felt that Simon was their long-lost son, and contacting him privately was fruitless, so he publicly hoped that Simon would respond to them through the newspaper.

Just briefly glanced at the contents of the newspaper, Simon shook his head and said, "It's fake."

Jennifer whispered: "This little boy in the newspaper is very similar to the photo published by the welfare institution you are in."

"Maybe, but they're definitely not my parents," Simon closed the newspaper, felt Jennifer's searching gaze, frowned slightly and thought for a while, and then a certain emotion struck again, until he felt a little dizzy, he gave up and continued to look back to the past memory. However, in a year and a half, some vague fragments have been accumulated. At this time, he said: "Jenny, you know, I was 5 years old at that time, and I already have some memories. Although it is a little vague now, I probably remember that I Parents, um, should not be Americans. Therefore, these people who recognize relatives, as long as they are from North America, must be fake."

Jennifer listened to Simon's words on and off as if nothing had happened, but suddenly a strong pity appeared, because she was surprised to see that when Simon said these words, tears flowed out of his eyes unknowingly.

Turns out he was crying too.

He was so powerful that it seemed like a boy who could conquer the world.

only.

Seeing him cry, why do I feel so uncomfortable.

She raised her hand subconsciously, wanting to help him wipe away his tears, but Simon himself was aware of it and reached out and wiped his face, only to find that he had just shed tears again, just smiled awkwardly at Jennifer and said, "I'm sorry. , I don't know what happened."

She took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to him. She said in a guilty tone, "It's my fault, Simon, I shouldn't have shown you this newspaper."

Watching him wipe the tears on his face, he couldn't help thinking of the things mentioned in the newspaper.

He would rather be self-reliant from the age of thirteen than accept adoption, obviously having an instinctive resistance to family. Then, his biological parents may not have left him even a trace of warm memory. That being the case, there seems to be no need to look for those two people anymore.

He secretly made up his mind that he would never mention this matter in front of him in the future.

Entering the Bel Air community, the SUV quickly stopped in front of a villa. Simon glanced out of the car window and said, "I won't go down. See you tomorrow and say hello to George and me."

Neil Bennett got out of the car, turned to the other side and opened the door.

She wanted to hug him very much, but seeing the paparazzi who had come over to take pictures of the SUV's front window, she had to nod and said, "See you tomorrow."

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