Chapter 575 Chapter 205 Spit

   "Is there an elder in your family who was a fighter pilot?" The Blue Angel pilot asked Ronald in the back seat after the plane stopped.

"Yes, my grandfather flew a P-47, and my great-grandfather used to fly a World War I biplane fighter. How do you know?" The plane performed a series of stunts in the sky, and then landed steadily, Luo Nader, feeling fine, took off his oxygen mask and replied.

   "Most people vomit when flying a jet fighter for the first time. Didn't I give you a vomit bag? But your sense of balance is very good, and you haven't vomited once. This balance ability is often inherited."

   "So it is." Ronald happily gave the pilot a thumbs up, "I wonder if there is a civilian version of this aircraft? I really like the feeling of flying."

   "Do you want to be a pilot? Welcome. But you have to start flying a propeller trainer, and then upgrade step by step, then you can fly a jet advanced trainer, and finally you can fly a jet fighter.

  However, there are not many civilians now, and only a few decommissioned aircraft have entered the civilian market. The Navy and Air Force of America generally do not sell decommissioned aircraft. If you need them, you have to buy them from foreign users and then legally import them into the country. "

   "I'm just asking, but I can't afford it." Ronald touched the surroundings of the cabin enviously, and got off the plane.

"I feel very good. The sight seen on the jet fighter is very strange. I bet most people will like it very much. We must add some fighter jet perspective shots to this movie. It is rare for the Navy this time Let loose and we might create some classic shots."

  After Ronald got off the plane, he called Don Simpson and Bruckheimer. The two of them have never experienced the feeling of flying in the A-4 of the Blue Angels.

   "Is it really as good as you said? Then I will fly once." Don Simpson heard that Ronald said it was so wonderful, and he, who likes to pursue excitement, immediately expressed that he would come to experience it.

   Soon, Simpson got on the fighter jet and went to the sky for a circle.

   "Why, don't you try?" Ronald looked at Jerry Bruckheimer next to him.

   "I think, among the three of us, two dreamers are enough, leaving one down-to-earth."

   "Hahaha, the experience of going to heaven is very difficult, I think you might as well take this opportunity..."

   "vomit...vomit..."

  Don Simpson came down from the Blue Angel's cabin with a large paper bag, holding on to the landing gear and still vomiting non-stop.

   "Who the **** said flying jet fighters is fun?" Bruckheimer smiled.

"Are you feeling better?" The pilot kindly patted Simpson on the back, "You will get used to it after a few times, and your friend will get used to it very well. This sense of speed cannot be achieved by any other man-made equipment. .”

   "I'd better use my Porsche to feel the speed..." Don Simpson turned pale from vomiting, and quickly found a chair to sit down and rest.

   "We need to hurry up on script writing. Next, I will mainly study the techniques and methods of shooting air combat. If possible, find a better screenwriter to write the main story line."

   Ronald saw that Don Simpson was getting better, so he told him what he thought.

   "Very well, let's see how real your aerial shots are. I was on the top just now, and people were all confused. I couldn't tell the difference between the sea and the blue sky. Who am I and where am I?"

  Bruckheimer said he knew, and he would find a suitable screenwriter.

   "The script still needs to be reviewed by the Navy. Although we have the commitment of Mr. Minister, I estimate that there will be many bureaucratic procedures waiting for us."

   "That can't be helped, the red belt is inevitable. We have the minister's approval, and we have opened a big hole."

"Tom Cruise's participation also needs the approval of the Navy. You can talk to his agent and we'll make sure as soon as possible." Bruckheimer reminded Ronald that the most important actor has not yet Sure.

   "Okay, I'll call her."

   "Tom, when will you come back, I'm still waiting for you to join the crew." Ronald made an overseas call to Cruise.

   "I still have two days to finish the reshoots. Director Ridley Scott is really strict. When I arrive in Los Angeles, I will meet you and we will have a good chat about your new movie."

   "Well, okay, I'll pick you up then", Ronald hung up the phone.

   "Huh?" Ronald recalled again, what did Cruise mean by this? Have a good chat? Didn't he say that he must cooperate with himself, isn't he on the list of directors he must cooperate with?

   "Did he have a new idea?"

  Ronald suddenly became anxious. This handsome boy was the leading role in the dream. If it is a substitution, I am not sure. This is not only because the original version of the dream is him, but also because Cruise is especially suitable for this role.

  Tom Cruise is the dream of thousands of women. In the past two years, the little baby fat remaining in puberty has receded, and he is more handsome and full of masculinity. But his hormones didn't swell enough to affect his handsome appearance.

   It can be said that the two qualities of masculine handsomeness and bravery are very harmonious in Cruise. With more hormones, the chin will look too big and the whole face will look rough. A little more handsome would be feminine, and the predatory instinct of a male creature is not enough to arouse the animal instinct of women in this era to fall in love with him.

   "Nisita, what happened to Tom, did Paula find him a new opportunity?"

   "Hey, hey, come on, Ronald. I don't know what Paula is doing. If you want Cruise to star in your new movie, we can discuss it together."

"Shit..." Ronald rarely swears at his agent, "Don't think I don't know that you share a bed with Paula, tell me, what new movie does he want to take? Is it Scorsese's? I You can also ask yourself."

   "Why is the news about me and Paula spreading everywhere, Anyway, we are going to get married before the end of the year, and we can get along with each other openly by then."

"Aren't you afraid of office terms?" Ronald didn't expect him to admit his relationship with Paula. In general American companies, especially brokerage companies, this kind of company is a resource and a money company. Working in an office is taboo.

   "It might be a bit of an influence, but I don't care. We've reached the age where we know what we want, and I'm willing to give up something for Paula. Because she's the most important person to me."

   "Okay, I will give a gift, and I will also be present at the wedding to congratulate." Ronald was still very happy that the two managers were able to tie the knot.

"I will, your presence is the best gift." Nishita laughed. "Seriously, Ronald. Are you too sure? Tom Cruise is a star on the rise. Are you sure that he will be in your movie just because you’ve known him in infancy? America is a society of free competition, and everyone has to give something for what they get.”

   "Well, I see, thank you for reminding me."

   Ronald hung up the phone and thought for a while.

  Nisita obviously hoped that Tom Cruise would be able to participate in his own "Top Gun". He launched this kind of packaged project for the first time.

   But he would prefer to see a million-dollar salary, which will drive the salary of his signed actor clients to rise generally.

Paula Wagner is more precious to Cruise. If there is a project that can improve Cruise's acting skills, such as the movie of teacher Scorsese, she may want to persuade Tom to give up short-term interests and pursue higher long-term income. .

  CAA's multi-broker system can also play the trick of lowering and raising prices internally at any time.

  But all things, the final decision is still Tom Cruise himself.

   Ronald called Don Simpson and Bruckheimer, ready for a million-dollar bid. The two of them also wanted to decide on the leading actor earlier, so they agreed to the price, and began to contact Matthew, the naval liaison officer, to prepare Ronald's plan.

   Wait until the day Tom Cruise returns to Los Angeles from London, Ronald drives a Ferrari GTO to pick him up at the airport.

   "Oh, your car is very unusual." Cruise also wanted to buy a sports car after becoming famous in "Crazy Boys". However, most of the remuneration for his previous films was used to pay the tuition fees of his older sisters at home, or to buy the SUV needed for outside business.

   "Try?" Ronald pulled the car to the side of the road and let Cruise do it.

   Cruise, who sat in the driver's seat, smiled happily. His shifting action was crisp and neat, as if he had practiced it many times.

   Pushing down on the accelerator, this sports car with more horsepower but 500 pounds lighter than the 308 body gave an immediate response.

   "Woo..." Tom Cruise burst out happily, "Thank you, brother. I can afford a sports car of this level after I make another movie."

"How do you like it?"

   "I like this feeling of speed." Cruise smiled happily.

   "Well, I'll take you to try a more fast-paced feeling."

"Why?"

   Ronald sat back in the driver's seat and stepped on the gas pedal to bring Cruise to the Navy base where the Blue Angels stunt team is located.

  A blue-painted A-4 attack aircraft on the tarmac was quietly waiting for them.

   Beside Don Simpson, and Bruckheimer.

   "Is this a prepared program?" Cruise saw that the two producers were there, and immediately understood that Ronald had brought him here specially.

   "Try it," Ronald pointed to the cockpit.

   "Can I?" Cruise is full of surprises, there is no boy who doesn't like a fighter. Although he was inclined to make Ronald's movie first, he didn't expect to have the opportunity to take to the sky in a fighter jet.

   "What action shall we do?" Tom Cruise was already very excited in the back seat and began to simulate the action of the pilot pulling the lever, and there was a sound of the engine in his mouth.

   "From A to Z, show him the value of every penny we pay you," Don Simpson said to the stunt pilot in the front seat.

  The plane flew into the sky, one bucket, one roll after another, and then a sudden lift... After dazzling stunts, the plane stopped in front of Ronald and others.

   "Ugh..." Tom Cruise vomited furiously while holding the vomiting bag.

  The pilot in the front seat was afraid that he would perform too hard and make the star suffer, so he quickly helped Tom Cruise down the ladder.

   "Ugh..." Cruise was still throwing up, trying to keep his balance, "Ugh...I said, Ronald. I have to make this movie. Ugh...so exciting..."

   "Hurry up and contact my agent, Paula... Uh... I must make this movie. Ugh... Just say I agreed..."

  Tom Cruise took a sip of the mineral water handed by Ronald, trying to keep calm.

   "But I have a request. I want to sit in the cockpit of a fighter jet and take real shots, and you must cut the shots of me flying the plane into the final film."

   "vomit...vomit..."

   Ronald had no choice but to continue patting Cruise on the back, "Let's see what we can do."

  (end of this chapter)