"Don't stay in hotels these days. Stay here with me for the time being."

Cheng Yuan took Huang Xiaoming and Huang Xiaoming to his villa in Beverly Hills.

"There is a vacant room upstairs, but I don't have food here. If you want to eat, you have to go out."

The villa owned by Grandpa Cheng Yuan is not big. The old man only used it for vacation, so he did not buy a big house.

But not small either.

"Yu'an, does this house belong to you?" Huang Xiaoming asked.

"No, it belongs to my grandfather. The old man went on a trip, so I live alone." Cheng Yu'an took off his coat and threw it on the sofa.

Huang Xiaoming knew that Cheng Yuan was rich, and of course he was not bad either.

But he heard from Cheng Yu'an that their family was richer and could buy such a large villa in Beverly Hills, where every inch of land was at a premium.

Cheng Yuan said: "This kind of thing is very common in the United States. Believe it or not, I came 10 minutes late. When you walked away, the two security guards behind would snatch you away without mercy. They never know how to respect me."

other people."

"Beverly Hills is known as the safest community in the world, but they dare to do this?"

"Why don't they dare to pick you off? Will anyone care about them? Have you seen a camera on the street? That's why I usually don't go out at night in the United States. Okay, it's very late, let's rest."

Cheng Yuan yawned and went upstairs.

Early the next morning, Cheng Yu'an, as the host, invited Huang Xiaoming and two people to have breakfast:

"I'm not used to Western-style breakfast. I bought some food in Chinatown. The taste is definitely not as good as at home, so I'll just eat it."

After the three of them had breakfast, Cheng Yuan went out without taking Huang Xiaoming to visit the company.

He doesn't want to reveal his trumpet in the United States just yet.

Today he is going to visit the comic master Frank Miller in person.

Frank Miller is a master of comics and has cooperated with the three major comic companies in the United States: DC, Marvel, and Dark Horse.

His style is dark and outrageous, outside the mainstream.

But it is precisely because of this highly personal style of comics that he established his status as a comics master in one fell swoop.

Especially after Sin City.

Cheng Yuan doesn’t understand American comics, so why does he know this?

Did my homework last night!

Miller is not yet 50 years old, but he has already written a lot of books.

After the turn of the millennium, Miller rarely published any works, and his previous work alone was enough to sustain him for several lifetimes.

Bob and Miller met in a small bar. Miller was a heavy drinker and a frequent visitor here.

"Frank." Bob saw Frank Miller, who arrived first, and walked up to say hello.

When Frank Miller saw it was Bob, he said unhappily: "Why is it you again? I told you I won't sell my copyright. I don't believe you guys who make movies."

"Don't worry, don't worry," Bob reassured, "I want to introduce you to someone today, g, my boss."

"Hello, Frank, I am Cheng Yu'an, from China." Cheng Yu'an greeted Frank Miller with a smile.

Although Frank Miller didn't like it, he still shook hands with Cheng Yuan politely: "Are you also here to talk to me about the rights to adapt "Sin City"?"

"No no no, I'm here to drink with you." Cheng Yu'an smiled.

"Oh?" If you say this, Frank is interested. He is a good drinker, and he is very curious about how this yellow-skinned oriental man will drink with him. "How...how much can you drink?"

Cheng Yu'an is thin, has a gentle appearance, and doesn't look like someone who knows how to drink.

"I brought you our Chinese wine." Cheng Yu'an said and put a dark transparent glass bottle on the table.

I got them from his grandfather's wine cabinet. The old man was greedy and loved to eat and drink. As he got older, his family strictly controlled his diet and he couldn't eat and drink as much as he wanted, but he still collected a lot.

"I know about Chinese wine. Your best wine is Maotai. I have drunk it." Frank Miller said, "It's a very good liquor."

"No no no, Frank, that's what you foreigners think. Our best liquor is this."

Cheng Yuan pointed to the glass bottle on the table.

He didn't know what kind of wine it was. It was either a donkey or Erguotou.

Anyway, this is how Lao Jiang deceives foreigners, and he also follows the same example.

Cheng Yu'an opened the bottle, and the rich aroma of wine penetrated Frank Miller's nostrils.

People who don't drink alcohol will find this smell very pungent, but for a wine putty like Frank, it's just right.

"I can't wait to drink this wine. Pour me a glass to try." Frank pushed the wine glass in front of him to Cheng Yu'an.

Cheng Yu'an poured a glass slowly: "Don't drink this wine too quickly. You have to taste it in small sips. You can try it."

But Frank Miller didn't care about this. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The wine swirled in his mouth, and he smashed it twice. Miller exhaled: "Huh~! It tastes great. Pour me another glass."

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Cheng Yuan put away the bottle and said with a smile: "Frank, how about I make a bet with you?"

"You want to bet me on the right to adapt "Sin City" with this bottle of wine?" You are not stupid.

"No, I know you can't buy "Sin City" with a bottle of wine. I bet you'll get drunk before you can finish this bottle of wine."

"No way!" Frank Miller was very confident in his ability to drink.

"Oh? You think it's impossible?"

"Of course it's impossible. I can get drunk, but I won't get drunk after just one bottle. You underestimate my ability to drink," Frank said.

"Since you are so confident, how about we have a bet?" Cheng Yuan said with a smile.

"Okay, what do you want to bet on?" As long as he doesn't bet on his rights to adapt "Sin City", there's nothing he dares to take on.

"If you are not drunk after drinking this bottle of wine, Bob and I will turn around and leave. We won't bother with "Sin City" anymore."

"What if I'm drunk?" Frank asked.

"If you are drunk, I only ask you to give us a chance. Let us try to use the computer to make an animation of "Sin City" and show it to you. If you are satisfied, we can continue to talk about "Sin City". If

If you are not satisfied, we will no longer interfere with "Sin City"." Cheng Yu'an continued.

Frank Miller hesitated after hearing Cheng Yuan's words.

Cheng Yu'an simply made it clear to him: "Frank, this bet won't do you any harm. The initiative is always in your hands. If we win, you give us a chance. In the end, it is you who has the final say whether to make "Sin City";

If you lose, you drink a bottle of good wine for nothing, and "Sin City" is still yours. No matter what, you won't lose."

When Frank heard that this was the truth, he immediately agreed to the bet: "Okay, I'll bet with you."

After hearing this, Cheng Yuan opened the wine bottle and filled it up for him.

"Come on, Frank, please."

Frank Miller raised his neck and drank a glass of wine. The stimulation of alcohol made him grin.

"Good wine! Even if we fail to cooperate in the end, I will still make you a Chinese friend, because you can bring this kind of treasure." Frank drank.

Cheng Yu'an watched Frank Miller drink cup after cup. After drinking, Cheng Yu'an was sure that this was definitely not a stuffy donkey or Erguotou.

On the fourth cup, Frank's face turned red and his tongue became knotted.

"Frank, I think you are drunk." Cheng Yu'an persuaded him kindly.

The origin of this wine is unknown. The old man knows where he got it from. If someone drinks it and something bad happens, he cannot bear the responsibility.

"No, I'm still going to drink. This is the best wine I've ever had. I'm going to drink it all for my "Sin City"." Frank grabbed Cheng Yu'an's bottle and stopped pouring it.

, blow directly into the bottle.

puff--

The bottle was only half full when Frank Miller couldn't stand it anymore and vomited on the table.

Then he fell unconscious on the table with a thud, muttering: "Sin City is yours."

Then he snored and fell asleep.

Cheng Yu'an and Bob were left looking at each other.

"What should I do?" Bob asked.

"What else can we do? We can't just leave it here and take it back to the company to sober up." Cheng Yu'an smiled bitterly.

On their way back, Cheng Yu'an said: "Bob, I have already secured the opportunity. It's up to you whether I can win "Sin City"."
Chapter completed!