章 121: Chapter 121: Picking Up a Leaked Script
I will run, I will climb, I will soar
I'm undefeated
Jumping out of my skin, pull the chord
Yeah, I believe it
After seeing off Director Darren, Link continued to read scripts at the bar. On the small stage, a female singer with heavy makeup was performing Taylor's new song "Dream It Possible" with a guitar. She sang well.
Unfortunately, she wasn't a familiar face. Link didn't know her potential, so it wasn't easy to pick her up.
In fact, after starting the music company, he also wanted to sign some unknown singers to fill the company's talent pool, make more money, and make the Link music label famous.
It's just that most of the people he knew had already debuted, and those who hadn't were still young. There was no chance to pick up a bargain.
"Mr. Safran, what do you think of my new script?"
While reading the script, he heard someone talking about the script in the seat next to him. He glanced at it, but it wasn't the movie star he had imagined. Instead, it was two ordinary-looking middle-aged men.
The speaker was in his thirties, wearing a jacket and glasses, looking like a liberal arts teacher.
"Chris, are you sure this is your new script? Only in a wooden box? One actor? One mobile phone? This can also be considered a script? Do you think anyone would watch such a thing after it's filmed? Sorry, Chris, I have something else to do today. Contact me again when you have a really good script."
The man in the black suit opposite threw down the script, picked up his briefcase from the seat, and left.
Thump!
The man's briefcase fell to the ground along with the script. Link glanced at it.
On the white cover of the script, there was a large word 'Buried'. Seeing the title of the script, he remembered a rather special suspense movie, "Buried" starring Ryan Reynolds in 2010.
Could it be the same script?
He bent down to pick it up and said to the man opposite, "Sir, may I have a look?"
"Oh, please!"
The man next door nodded, then suddenly stared at his face and said in surprise, "Are you the world boxing champion, Mr. Link Beck?"
"Yes, it's me!"
"Hello, Mr. Beck, I'm your fan, and my son is also your fan. He also likes your songs and bought your album."
The man who looked like a teacher stood up excitedly.
Link shook his hand and invited him to sit down. He asked about his identity. Chris Sparling, editor of Variety magazine, newcomer screenwriter, currently no film works.
Link flipped through the script and read it. It was about a building contractor working in Iraq. When he was going home from work, his convoy was attacked by a bomb. When he woke up, he found himself lying in a coffin, buried in a desert. He only had a mobile phone and a flashlight with him. After understanding his situation, he began to use the tools at hand to save himself.
The script was the same as the "Buried" he had seen.
Link was a little surprised. He remembered that this movie didn't have a big investment, about two or three million, but later it got two or three million box office worldwide and won many awards at global film festivals.
It was a small-budget movie with both box office and word-of-mouth success.
If he could get the adaptation rights of the script and invest in making it into a movie, he could make a small profit in the future.
He glanced at the screenwriter Chris opposite him, who looked uneasy, "Mr. Sparling, is the story of this script real?"
Screenwriter Chris shook his head. "It was news I saw. An American hostage was buried underground by terrorists in the Middle East for five days and finally rescued by rainwater. I got inspiration from this news and wrote this script. It's completely original."
Link nodded. "Are the adaptation rights of this script still in your hands?"
"Yes, I wrote this script in 2006. After I finished writing it, I thought it was very good, so I submitted the script to more than ten film companies, hoping to be favored by them. Unfortunately, there was no response after two years of waiting. I didn't want to see my work buried, so I found a familiar producer and asked them to read the script, but no one has taken a fancy to it yet."
Screenwriter Chris said regretfully.
Link pondered for a moment with the script in his hand. "Mr. Sparling, I don't know why others didn't take a fancy to it, but after reading it, I feel it's very interesting. Such a script shouldn't be buried. I want to buy the adaptation rights of 'Buried' and make it into a movie in the future. Are you willing to sell it?"
"Mr. Beck, are you serious?"
Screenwriter Chris looked at him in disbelief. Link decided to buy his copyright after only one reading, which surprised him and moved him very much.
He used to tell others that this script was great and it would be great to make it into a movie, but no one believed him.
Now Link wanted to buy the adaptation rights after only one reading. Screenwriter Chris suddenly felt like he had met a soulmate.
"Mr. Beck, if you can make this script into a movie within three years, I will give you the adaptation rights for free, not even a penny."
Screenwriter Chris said excitedly.
"For free?" Link smiled and waved his hand. "Don't worry, I will make this script into a movie, but I will still follow the market practice and give you as much adaptation fee as I should. After all, the script is also your labor. I don't want to get something for nothing."
Screenwriter Chris smiled happily and finally quoted the lowest price, $30,000 for the adaptation rights within three years, and $100,000 within five years.
Link thought for a moment and agreed.
Then he called Ms. Mandy and told her about the adaptation rights of the script, asking her to find a lawyer to draw up a copyright contract and send it over.
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"Link, what are you buying the script for? Don't tell me you want to change careers and become a director again."
After signing the contract, Ms. Mandy asked in confusion.
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. "Great, one day you tell me you're going to run for president, and I won't be surprised."
"Election?"
Link touched his chin and thought seriously.
Ms. Mandy blinked and stared at him. "You wouldn't really have that idea, would you?"
Link laughed. "Just kidding. I bought this script because it's low-cost and can be used to test the waters. But don't worry, I won't invest in movies in the next two years. My focus in the next two years is on boxing, to make more money. The purpose of my establishing a film studio is to collect scripts."
Ms. Mandy breathed a sigh of relief when she heard his words.
After becoming Link's agent, she realized how busy Link was. He got up at six o'clock every morning to exercise and train, at least six hours of boxing training every day, and also practiced guitar and piano. Sometimes he even went to the recording studio to practice singing.
Now he started to read scripts and was preparing to be an actor. If he opened another film company, he would probably be exhausted.
"After 'Dream It Possible' became a hit, many media outlets called Link Music and wanted to interview you. I didn't tell you a few days ago because you were busy with training and competition. Do you want to accept the interview?"
Ms. Mandy looked at the singer performing on stage and said.
Link thought about it and refused. He was not a professional musician and didn't know much about songwriting. He couldn't answer reporters' questions at all. It was better to remain silent and give everyone an impression of being unpredictable.
"One more thing."
Ms. Mandy put away the documents on the table. "Christmas is coming soon. Do you have any plans?"
"Christmas?"
Link was stunned for a moment. Time flew by so fast. He remembered that when he first came here, it was May, and in a blink of an eye, it was almost the end of the year.
"I don't seem to have any plans."
Because of the role, he had no plans to return to Miami for the time being. Taylor was running around recently, and even if she didn't have a schedule on Christmas Day, she would spend it at home. As for Catherine, she had remarried, and he didn't intend to disturb them.
Link found that he was still alone in New York.
"How about spending Christmas at my house? There is only one child, Selena, at home. It will be more lively if you come."
Ms. Mandy asked expectantly.
Link smiled gently. "Wouldn't it be too much trouble?"
"Of course not. If Selena knew you werespending Christmas at home, she would go crazy with joy."
Ms. Mandy smiled.
Link thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
(End of Chapter)
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