Chapter 337: I have experience in this area.

Eric just dropped the script by simply looking at the outline of the story. He heard that Charlie Walker said that Warner had reported a $1 million pay, and Eric had read the script in detail.
"Mr. Walker, I didn't see any highlights from this movie. To be honest, this story is a bit messy, and the theme of the story is a bit ambiguous. The description of the family is very pale. Instead, the heroine is rendered in a large amount of ink to raise the hero. The details of having to work with criminals for a sum of money, although the description of the transformation of the female mind is barely good, but these pens and inks have played down the theme of the mother-in-law’s previous affection, or the author of the script. Both themes want to be shown, but if that's the case, it's even more unclear." After reading the script, Eric subconsciously commented.
Charlie Walker listened carefully to Eric's evaluation of the script. There are not many opportunities. I believe that any producer of the seven major film companies is willing to pay a lot of money to listen to Eric's instructions on the script, although Charlie. Walker is still only a broker, but things may not be the case in the future. It is common for agents to transfer to producers or film company executives. It is even said that they don’t want to be producers’ agents. Not a good broker.
When Eric finished, Charlie Walker nodded. "Mr. Williams, you said it makes sense. However, this movie has not yet started shooting. I believe that as long as you have a call, Warner will definitely be willing to cooperate with the revision. The script."
Eric smiled at Charlie Walker: "This is for sure. However, I have no obligation to point Warner to modify the script. It is not too late, Mr. Walker, I think you should go back."
"Mr. Williams. Why don't you listen to Miss Pacula's opinion? After all, this is a $1 million payout. How many girls in Hollywood can get such a pay?"
"My opinion is Joan's opinion. Mr. Walker," Eric stood up. Sit a gesture of sending guests.
Charlie Walker collected the script and stood up helplessly. He couldn’t help but say: "Mr. Williams, if you like Miss Pacula, you should think more about her. She is an actor and should go. Make a movie, not here to help you... wash your clothes."
Eric picked an eyebrow: "Mr. Walker, if you feel uncomfortable about it, I can call Icm immediately and let Mr. Marvin Joseph find someone to replace your job."
Charlie Walker heard this and suddenly realized that he was somewhat impulsive. Eric’s current status is not something that his small agent can challenge.
"Sorry, I am a little out of order, Mr. Williams, then, I will go back first."
"It doesn't matter," Eric put on his hand: "Mr. Walker, Joan will become a first-line star sooner or later. But it takes patience."
"I think, yes." After Charlie Walker said goodbye, he picked up his briefcase and left Eric's room.
Charlie Walker just walked to the elevator door and saw Joanna Pakula coming out of the elevator with a few pieces of washed clothes.
"It's you, Mr. Walker, are you leaving?" Joanna saw Charlie Walker and said hello.
Charlie Walker looked at the glamorous girl, thinking and moving, trying to say a few words, but remembered what Eric had just said. The broker quickly gave up on this idea. If he is provocative, Eric will definitely find him. It’s not necessarily who Joanna’s agent is, not to mention the payout.
"Yes. Miss Pakula, things have already been finished," Charlie Walker nodded and took a business card from his pocket and handed it to the girl: "Right, this is my business card, there are all kinds of me. Contact, if you need help, feel free to contact me."
Joanna Pakula took the business card and put it in her pocket. She pointed to Eric’s room: "Then I will go back first."
"So, goodbye," another elevator door opened, and Charlie Walker hurried in and waved at Joanna.
The girl returned to the room and saw Eric sitting on the sofa with a sketching board on her knees and a pencil on her hand.
Looking up and seeing Joanna coming in, Eric said: "Actually, it is good to hand over these things to the hotel waiter."
"You didn't say that you didn't like the smell of the laundry detergent they used," the girl walked down to the sofa next to Eric and took a shirt in her arms to Eric: "Smell, lemony."

Eric looked down on the clothes and directly transferred the target and put it in the girl's neck: "Well, it smells good."
Joanna shrank her neck and grotesquely wanted to push the man away. Eric dropped the sketch board on her knee and held the girl down on the sofa.
"Eric, don't be here, I just didn't seem to lock the door. It was drowned when Drew saw it the other day."
Eric didn't move too much, just holding Joanna kissing on the girl's face and saying, "I just pushed all the scripts that I handed to your agent during this time, including a 100. Ten thousand dollars in paid."
Joanna’s expression was a little stunned, her eyes flashing a few times, but she quickly relaxed. If it is not Eric's relationship, don't say that the $1 million payout, even if it is $100,000, no one will invite her. Although I missed $1 million, my heart will inevitably be lost, but Joanna is still right. Her position, she understands that Eric is her biggest reliance.
"Eric, I listen to your arrangement," the girl did not hesitate for too long, and soon said.
Eric couldn't help but kiss the beautiful girl's nephew and felt the shaking of the slender eyelashes. He said, "That is $1 million. Isn't it really angry?"
Feeling that the man's lips left his eyes, Joanna opened her eyes and looked at Eric's slightly playful expression. It was rare to have a little grievance and spoiled in her voice. She honestly slammed her face: "I'm angry, but that's One million, I feel a little blocked in my heart."
"Wow, this is too serious, I will help you." Eric said with a smile, and he always went through the hem of the girl's long-sleeved t-shirt, and walked along the smooth skin all the way up, and opened the chest. Press the soft one on the left side: "Will you have a better time?"
Feeling the movement of the hand on the chest, the girl quickly became charming and silky, but she still said: "Not good, it is still very difficult."
Eric got up and hugged the girl and walked up to the bedroom: "It seems that I need some more radical means to cure. I have experience in this area." (To be continued)