When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

President Maya no longer cared about those bastards lying dead. President Maya knew they would not die anyway. As for breaking a few bones, smashing your head, etc., isn't it just a common occurrence for the bastards in Hell's Kitchen?

Now Maya is thinking about whether to deduct 10 points from William Baker tomorrow. This is the second time Maya has blocked the road.

Those two black classmates were two grades higher than Maya and had gone to high school earlier. At that time, they dyed President Maya's "flower feathers on her head" red with blood. Blonde boy Maurice, hey, it’s even worse. This is the fifth time that President Maya has blocked the road, and it’s also the fifth time that he’s been beaten unconscious. As for the dark little Max, President Maya has no impression at all and just ignores him. past.

"Well, forget it, they have provided a joke that can make me laugh for half a month. Haha, the street gangster version of Avengers William and the others are so funny, they should be on a talk show, what kind of gangsters are they? Where's the child?"

It would be great if there was a fruit machine that could record what they just said and show it to Lu Dan more than 10 years later. Maybe he could ask for royalties from him? President Maya thought unkindly.

As soon as I opened the door to the living room, I heard Jack talking loudly, "The Weinstein brothers left Disney this time because they were completely forced by Michael Eisner. Now Miramax Pictures' shares are almost completely owned by Walt Disney." Disney takes over. If those two brothers don’t want to keep working for others, it’s only a matter of time before they run away.”

When Jennifer saw President Maya coming back, she stopped talking, turned around and asked, "Dear, why are you back so late today?"

President Maya hung up her schoolbag in her small room and replied: "A classmate has an eye problem, so I went to his house to have a look in the afternoon. What did you say just now?"

"Haha, Maya, congratulations to me, now I have a formal job" Jack replied excitedly.

"Oh, Jack, you finally gave up on your dream of being a director," Maya asked.

Jack's face froze in excitement, and he felt as if his heart had been hit.

"No, the Weinstein brothers have left Disney to go it alone and are now recruiting people. I am already their contracted director. Harvey Weinstein is also a giant in the independent film circle. Maybe before long, I I can also take pictures alone." Jack finally got rid of the embarrassing status of a wild editor, and he was really happy at this moment.

President Maya became even more confused. She still knew who Harvey Weinstein was. But how could such a big shot like Jack?

It’s really not that President Maya looks down on his stepfather. If nothing else, at the very least, Jack has never directed a movie alone and has no experience as an assistant director. At most, if you look carefully, you can still see his name in the credits of some movies that are not that shocking. And for that matter, it still depends on whether the producer admits to Jack's script adaptation work.

In Hollywood, a script can never be completed by one person. The original author comes up with an idea, and then convenes a group of editors to process and revise it. Some people modify the dialogue, some add jokes, and some modify the scenes.

If the person concerned is broad-minded, he may also add the names of those who modified the script to the back of the signature line. However, in most cases, Jack actually just takes some money and leaves without signature or copyright.

Seeing Maya's seemingly puzzled expression, Jack understood her thoughts and coughed twice awkwardly before explaining: "Didn't I write a script, the one based on you? It was written by a The famous French director took a fancy to it and was about to start filming. It was still a big cast. Then, the brothers Harvey Weinstein thought I still had some talent, so they recruited me."

"That's the magical girl in Manhattan." President Maya's face turned slightly dark.

In the past few years, President Maya was crazy about winning prizes. Not only did he become famous in New York, but even Jack's stepfather at home was shocked.

Unlike Jennifer, a semi-illiterate woman, Jack, a top student, knows how valuable those international science competitions are. It would be great for an average child to participate in a national Mathematical Olympiad competition. But Maya, this cheap girl, is good at mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology.