99 Chapter 99 Propaganda War (seeking subscription recommendation) (1/2)

At the beginning of the lights, Robinson-Oli, who had been busy all day carrying a briefcase, left the Wall Street Stock Exchange and walked towards the crossroads of Broadway Avenue.

He is a newly hired securities trader. Of course, the business is not going well.

In this line, qualifications and achievements are particularly important.

Waiting for the taxi to go home, Robinson-Oli, who was upset, saw the owner of a newsstand not far away packing his things and preparing to leave.

Thinking that he was in a hurry this morning and forgot to buy a copy of the Los Angeles Times as usual, Robinson-Oli moved quickly to the newsstand.

”Hi, boss,” he greeted with a smile, and waited for the other party to stop his tidying up before continuing, ”Can you give me a copy of the Los Angeles Times?”

”of course.”

There is a business coming to the door, so naturally it needs to be received.

The newsstand owner stopped busy, turned back and took out the latest ”Los Angeles Times” from the arranged newspapers, ”Here, 2 dollars.”

”It's another Monday. Seeing you clean up so late, business is very good today.” Robinson Ollie asked while taking out his change.

The newsstand owner took it, and the joy appeared, even the wrinkles on the corners of his mouth became deeper and deeper, ”Yes, the Christmas stall is coming, and my work is also busy. Of course this is a great thing, you know? Today, I sold a total of 634 newspapers, almost three times more than usual.”

The Christmas stalls every year are good news for newspapers, news magazines, and even newsstand owners who sell these.

There are endless film promotion, noisy scandals and hype, hot box office battles...the media has no shortage of topics to write about, and the audience's reading enthusiasm is gradually rising under the impetus of this momentum.

Robinson Ollie took the ”Los Angeles Times” and pretended to look down at his watch, ”It's getting late, I'm going home, and I'll talk later.”

After saying goodbye to the owner of the newsstand, Robinson Ollie walked quickly towards an intersection on Broadway Avenue.”I wish you a good dream.” A polite politeness came from behind.

After getting in a taxi, he raised his voice and said: ”The Liwen community near Rockefeller Plaza.” Robinson-Oli then folded the newspaper into his briefcase and fell to rest.

After a while, he felt that the speed of the taxi began to slow down. Robinson-Oli, who had been keeping his eyes closed, couldn't help but open his eyes and looked out the window.

Then, he found a long line of cars ahead.

Although the rather bad traffic situation in Manhattan has become the norm, it is now more than eight o'clock in the evening. It is reasonable to avoid the rush hour after get off work, but there is still a traffic jam. This helpless situation.

Robinson-Oli couldn't help complaining a few times, and his heart became more irritable.

The taxi driver seemed to feel that Robinson Ollie was in a bad mood, and said with relief: ”Don't worry, I have experience. I bet we will be able to pass this crowded intersection in less than 10 minutes. It will be much better.”

”Yeah.” In a simple response, Robinson Oli looked at the LED advertising column that stood on the side of the road.

”Boom...”

On the screen of the advertising pillar, a cannonball roared and hit the ground, exploding a large hole to kick off the curtain.

Robinson Ollie became interested. This seemed to be a trailer for a movie, and he continued to focus his attention.

The picture on the screen continued. There were countless bombers across the blue sky, all of a sudden, very spectacular.

A lieutenant colonel in military uniform looked at this scene with a binoculars, with joy.

Then, the screen turned, and suddenly the words ”November 22” appeared on the darkened screen. Then, a high-altitude aerial shot of the battlefield flashed quickly, smog filled with gunfire... .. eventually converged into the words ”Furious”.

Robinson Ollie, who was sitting in the taxi, was stunned, and it took a long time to come back to his senses. Only one thought was repeated in his heart: I am going to watch this movie.

......

Hans Zimmer finally matched the appropriate tune for the movie, and when it was actually recorded, Lehmann finally breathed a sigh of relief.

For more than half a month, he kept adjusting the genre, auditioning, and giving suggestions for improvement. For a time, Lyman's ability to distinguish music disappeared, and everything he listened to felt the same.

Fortunately, after this final manual adjustment, it was also on October 28 that all the post-production work was completed.

The 117-minute theater release of ”Furious” was officially announced, and the entire production cost was fixed at $52.34 million.