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Rebirth of the American Tyrant

In this rebirth, a one-in-a-billion chance granted him a second shot at becoming a local tycoon. With newfound life, William White, seemingly favored by the heavens, contemplates transforming his existence. Like a magnificent Amazon butterfly, he's determined to bring about change. The rebirth offers a unique opportunity to live a more fulfilling life, and William White is poised to seize it with gusto.

DaoistnuoHBq · Realistic
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Chapter 160

"Jiahe, who recently roamed the streets, unexpectedly decided to stage a comeback, leaving a group of influential figures bewildered. With this partnership revelation, the big brother in Xiangjiang could breathe a sigh of relief.

Hollywood folks are often perceived as arrogant, at least according to a group of actors from Xiangjiang. The memory of their last film, where Jack was badly treated, still lingers.

However, the current scenario seems different. Except for William White, no one dared to challenge the status quo.

"Remember, we are an international company, not part of the Hollywood junk. Anyone who discriminates in my studio will be swiftly dealt with," declares Jack, realizing it's not a shift in the group's temperament but immense pressure from higher-ups.

"No, Eddy, your speech tempo needs adjustment. I didn't ask you to teach Jack English; I wanted you to convey street language or Queens' dialect. Quick, let's hear some rap."

"Jack, ignore what he said. Try to mimic him; you don't need to be proficient, just imitate."

"Alright, Brother William."

"Okay, all units, attention! Prepare, and action."

This film crew came together hastily, a testament to Eddie Murphy's confidence in William White. "Jack, the choreography needs adjustment for agility. Avoid direct confrontations; let's rearrange this sequence."

Despite the challenging shoot, the eldest brother, Chen, had no complaints. This was his preferred style.

While others in the company might not understand the boss's vision, this wasn't conventional comedy. If it was a shootout, where were the tough guys?

Well, the boss was of Chinese descent and understood the community better than many old Americans.

Movies from Hollywood often held stereotypical views of Chinese Americans. William White believed that to integrate into American society, Chinatown had to go. It served little purpose beyond making money.

Lao Mei claimed to be nondiscriminatory, but you'd find discrimination everywhere in the United States. Chinatown, Stick City, areas for black guys and South Americans—such well-defined communities contradicted the idea of equality.

Most filming happened in Chinatown, and surprisingly, it was secure. Chinese people didn't seek trouble, and as long as you didn't provoke them, they'd leave you be.

The film's setting showcased the diversity within the Chinese American community. William White thought that for true integration, Chinatown had to be dismantled. It was time to earn more money and make the area more meaningful.

The tycoon had observed White Pictures carefully. While William White was strict during shooting, he maintained a positive atmosphere. Aaron's success this time proved that learning happened, and the boss was willing to teach.

"Wrap it up! Good work, everyone," said the wrinkle tycoon, impressed by White Film's efficiency. Shooting times were shorter compared to other directors.

"Leave, wrinkle tycoon, let's grab a drink."

"Sure, Brother William, you've worked hard."

"Haha, it's not like Xiangjiang here. They have to face the boss for four hours a day. Don't overdo it; it'll bring bad luck."

"Haha, indeed, shooting in the killer trenches can be misunderstood. They might think it's intentional."

"Wrinkle tycoon, in my first movie, young people tagged it as 'crude' without even watching it."

"Crude! You've heard that even without watching the movie? They've already labeled you."

"Well, how many movies can one make in a year?"

"Hollywood has too many movie companies; most can't secure cinema slots. Why make so many movies? A Star Wars takes half a year to zoom in. Quality is top priority."

Hollywood might envy this newcomer's luck, even though he was a Chinese actor recently seen on the streets.

White Pictures was different. Instead of relying on big-name actors, they used street-smart individuals. Eddie Murphy's current pay was substantial, equivalent to that of quasi-first-tier stars. Including dividend income, many first-tier stars couldn't match his earnings.

William White's production costs were increasing. The budget for the last two movies exceeded $20 million.

Bo Xiaoda? Circumstances changed when they had enough money. Is this a transformation?

Hollywood viewed William White as arrogant. If comedy brought success, why change? Everyone squeezed the potential of their IPs until the audience stopped buying.

The wrinkle tycoon observed this and found White Pictures to be truly distinct. The atmosphere was more relaxed. William White, though strict during shooting, spoke amicably when the camera wasn't rolling.

Most surprising was William White's willingness to teach. Aaron made money this time, and the boss imparted valuable lessons.

"Filming's done, filming's done," the wrinkle tycoon chuckled. White Film's efficiency was high. Other directors would take longer.

"Let's go, wrinkle tycoon, let's have a drink."

"Okay, Brother William, it's been a hard day."

"Haha, it's not like Xiangjiang. They have to endure the boss for four hours daily. Don't overdo it, or you'll bring bad luck."

"Haha, true. Shooting in the killer trenches can be misunderstood. They might think it's intentional."

"Wrinkle tycoon, young people tagged my first movie as 'crude' without even watching it."

"Crude! They labeled it without watching? Unbelievable."

"Well, how many movies can one make in a year?"

"Hollywood has too many movie companies. Most can't secure cinema slots. Why make so many movies? A Star Wars takes half a year to zoom in. Quality is top priority."

In Hollywood, envy for this newcomer's luck was palpable, even though he was a Chinese actor recently seen on the streets.

White Pictures was different. Instead of relying on big-name actors, they used street-smart individuals. Eddie Murphy's current pay was substantial, equivalent to that of quasi-first-tier stars. Including dividend income, many first-tier stars couldn't match his earnings.

William White's production costs were increasing. The budget for the last two movies exceeded $20 million.

Bo Xiaoda? Circumstances changed when they had enough money. Is this a transformation?

Hollywood viewed William White as arrogant. If comedy brought success, why change? Everyone squeezed the potential of their IPs until the audience stopped buying.

The wrinkle tycoon observed this and found White Pictures to be truly distinct. The atmosphere was more relaxed. William White, though strict during shooting, spoke amicably when the camera wasn't rolling.

Most surprising was William White's willingness to teach. Aaron made money this time, and the boss imparted valuable lessons.

"Filming's done, filming's done," the wrinkle tycoon chuckled. White Film's efficiency was high. Other directors would take longer.

"Let's go, wrinkle tycoon, let's have a drink."

"Okay, Brother William, it's been a hard day."

"Haha, it's not like Xiangjiang. They have to endure the boss for four hours daily. Don't overdo it, or you'll bring bad luck."

"Haha, true. Shooting in the killer trenches can be misunderstood. They might think it's intentional."

"Wrinkle tycoon, young people tagged my first movie as 'crude' without even watching it."

"Crudeness! They've labeled the movie without even watching it."

"Well, how many movies can one make in a year?"

"There are too many movie companies in Hollywood. Most can't secure cinema slots. Why make so many movies? A Star Wars takes half a year to zoom in. Quality is the number one priority."

No one in Hollywood would despise this movie, even if it features a Chinese actor who recently fluttered the streets; they're merely envious of his incredible luck.

The treatment of that black kid is truly amazing.

In this era, movies are primarily supported by actors. Whether it's Brando or Clint Eastwood, only these big-name actors can carry a movie.

White Pictures doesn't follow this trend; they predominantly feature street-smart individuals.

Well, there's no other way. This guy excels at low-cost comedy movies.

Over time, they realized this wasn't the case. Eddie Murphy's current pay is substantial, on par with quasi-first-tier stars. If you factor in dividend income, many first-tier stars might not have this level of earnings.

William White's production costs are also increasing. The budget for these two movies exceeded $20 million.

Bo Xiaoda? It's just that people lacked money. Now that they have enough, there's room for more modest projects.

Is this a transformation?

From Hollywood's perspective, William White appears quite arrogant. If comedy is so profitable, why not continue?

In reality, everyone is doing the same—desperately squeezing the potential of intellectual property until the audience loses interest.

A classic example is Superman. The second part was genuinely subpar, yet Warner squeezed desperately, ultimately leading to the demise of the IP.

It was revived later, but its success was merely a byproduct of the greedy Iron Man. Superman had suffered irreparable damage, and no matter the effort, it remained in a sorry state.

When you treat the audience as fools, they naturally vote with their feet. Superman 2 is simply trash; Superman 3 is a mess of special effects with a convoluted plot. These discerning viewers want to see Superman in action, not just dazzling cinematography. No matter how impressive your shots are, it's all for nothing.