[American Entertainment] Born to be passionate

Shinji Mikami never thought that it took only one hour for his game plan to become the company's first game to sell film and television adaptation rights from being on the verge of being cut in half.

"I don't need you to come up with any script like rushing work, I can wait, I just hope it is a complete and interesting story." Edmondo explained his thoughts, "I hope the film and television adaptation rights of this game are I exclusively bought it out and have the right to adapt at least 3 films, this is my request, and we can discuss the rest."

Hearing this, Shinji Mikami couldn't believe his ears. He obviously just glanced at his own set drawing on the street, but this great Hollywood director (I heard he just won an Oscar) seemed to firmly believe that The game must be a success. Although he did have high hopes for the game, the situation in front of him far exceeded his expectations.

Edmundo Moreira, who is either a brilliant gambler or a complete lunatic, looks at the Capcom executives beside him who are laughing so hard that they can't close their mouths, and not far away with a godfather-like temperament. The Hollywood director sitting lazily in his seat, Shinji Mikami suddenly had the illusion that he was still dreaming after he woke up.

"We can meet your requirements, it's not difficult. But—are you sure you want to buy out the authorization of all three follow-up films? That would be a great loss for us. It is an epoch-making work. The bid is higher." The oily senior management seems to have forgotten the decision to cut the game in half a few days ago, and began to praise it in different ways, trying to bargain, "I'm sorry we have to raise the price a little, you understand .”

His mother wrote the price on the paper and gave it to Edmondo. Shinji Mikami lowered his head, not daring to look at the director's expression. He was afraid that he would be scared away by the ridiculously high price.

But no, Edmondo only glanced at the bar paper and threw it away.

"This price is indeed a bit high for a game that has not yet been finished, but it is acceptable." He didn't like bargaining, and he didn't care about the principles in business competition. He raised his head and stroked his hair, "Tomorrow morning I will Have my financial advisors get in touch with you guys and the contract can then be drawn up, if possible, and I hope this can be done by Thanksgiving this year."

The executive was surprised by Edmondo's straightforward attitude, and then secretly regretted that he didn't negotiate a higher price. He agreed to the white-haired director's request, and they stood up to shake hands.

Shinji Mikami hated this approach very much. He just wanted to make the game well and simply make the players feel at ease, but now his game is forced to add commercial content.Capcom is just a commercial game company, not a dream factory, he should have known this earlier.

"Don't be sad, take it as an opportunity to exercise yourself." Edmondo patted him on the shoulder after walking out of the conference room and comforted him, "Games are always linked to business, and those data can give us another perspective. Feedback from your players, adapt to that, and use it, I believe in you."

"—Thank you." Shinji Mikami forced a smile in response, "I think I'll get used to it, after a while."

Looking at the moody game producer in front of him, Edmundo hesitated for a moment, and finally handed over his personal business card to the other party. Shinji Mikami looked over with a surprised and puzzled expression, and the white-haired director shrugged at him. shrug.

"If you need it, you can contact me, and I can provide a lot of help including funding." He said, "If one day in the future you find that the game you are making lacks soul and you want to leave Capcom and start your own studio, remember Call me, I support the pursuit of pure dreams."

After bidding farewell to Shinji Mikami, Edmundo took some discs that cooperated with Sony to support PlayStation game consoles from the development department as gifts. When he returned to the living room with those games to pick up his two lovers, it was funny A scene appeared in front of his eyes.

"Take the move, you bastard——Flame Rising Dragon Fist!"

Leonardo dons a red coat and gloves, and is impersonating Ken Masters from the video game Street Fighter.

"You can't hit me, now it's my time - super kill - crossfire crit!"

And he was fighting against Rui Fan who changed into a yellow jacket to play another popular character in the game, Charlie Nash.

The two confronted each other in the middle of the room. From Edmondo who opened the door, except for the blood bars above his head and sound effects, the picture was almost exactly the same as the game.

Seeing him coming in, Rui Fan stopped first, he whispered softly to cover up his embarrassment, then quickly took off his coat and returned to his normal, sad demeanor.

Leonardo held a different view on this, he expressed disdain for Rui Fan's evasive attitude, and then threw a glove into Edmondo's arms.

"Come on, Dudu, let's continue!" He said imposingly.

Edmondo smiled and threw the glove back, "I don't mind, I prefer to use Chun Li (the game character) than Ken." He glanced back and forth at Rui Fan and Leonardo with a playful look. , and then joked: "It seems that you get along well, I think I can safely hand over the manor to you in the future."

Rui Fan gave him an annoyed smirk.

"Don't speak in such a tone, Dudu, you remind me of some people in my parents' church." He said with a dry laugh, "Their lives are completely European medieval habits, and their attitudes towards sex are unbelievably open." accept."

Edmundo was reminded of some bad memories, he stuck out his tongue and made a disgusted grimace: "Eww! I'm just kidding, you don't have to be so disgusting that I—"

Rui Fan shrugged and said that he asked for it.

"You're so annoying, they're stuck in my head now. You know, silly bird, as punishment, you don't want to come into my bedroom tonight." Edmondo gave him a haughty smile, then turned away Walking to the door: "Follow up, I really need the sofa to save my life now, I didn't expect that the negotiation is still a physical labor."

Phoenix denied access to the bedroom?

Leonardo was stunned for a second, he used this short time to look at Rui Fan, and then chased after Edmondo before the other party, he took the game disc from the white-haired director, and asked eagerly Said: "What did you mean by that just now?"

Edmondo didn't slow down his pace, and only lazily returned a look when he was approaching the gate.

"Literally." He said lightly.

"Does that mean I—"

"No, that means I can sleep well tonight." Edmundo pinched his cheek rewardingly, "But before that, I might try a new toy I bought, and maybe I need someone help."

After leaving a possibility, Edmondo shut his mouth, and let Leonardo continue to ask without revealing more.

Soon they came to the door, and the security personnel stood beside the prepared taxi and waved to him. After thanking the security, Edmundo opened the co-pilot's door first and sat in.

Through the rearview mirror, he noticed Rui Fan's frown as if he was worried.

The goal is achieved.Edmondo thought that it was impossible for him to make a choice, it just depends on who can seize the opportunity faster.

Fair enough, isn't it.

He subconsciously ignored the quietly tilting scale in his heart.

……

It was already evening when they returned to the hotel, Sony's PlayStation and those adult toys had also been delivered, Edmundo took a comfortable bath, and after almost two hours in the bathroom, he finally arrived in a bathrobe In the living room, after ordering Michelle to go downstairs to buy a midnight snack, Edmundo stretched his wrists and sat down to unpack the game console.

Hearing voices from the living room, Leonardo opened his room. He also seemed to have just taken a shower, and walked out with wet hair.

"Have you decided what to play later?" He said briskly, "If I need advice, I hope it's Street Fighter."

"Don't stress it again, Leo, everyone knows you like that game." Edmundo gave him a slightly perfunctory smile, and then took out a biscuit from the snack box provided by the hotel under the coffee table and ate it. "You can't think of anything else, I got so many discs from Capcom today."

"Well, apart from "Street Fighter", probably only small props like fishnet stockings and garter belts can attract me." Leonardo walked around the wrapping paper on the ground and sat down on the sofa, then he leaned over and squeezed The game console box was lying on Edmondo's lap, "Other small props are also fine, I don't choose."

Blonde hair spread across his face.

"—Are you saying that you want to wear it for me to see?" Edmundo pretended not to understand and smirked and rejected the proposal, but he did not refuse the other party's movement to lie on his lap, "Don't Hurry up, after I finish trying the game, for the rest, wait until you enter the room and try again."

To Leonardo, this was more like a signal, allowing him to go further, so he pushed away the box of the game console, grabbed Edmundo's collar with one hand to make him bow his head, and the other One hand went around and pressed the back of his neck, and firmly fixed the white-haired director a few centimeters away from the tip of his nose.

"I don't want to wait, it's been too long, Dudu, at least give me some reward." He looked Edmundo directly in the eyes and pleaded, "I don't want to lie to you, but really—I agree with your The concept of love is not easy, and it is even more sad to see you beside me but not belong to me. So, I think you should do something to make me feel at ease."

Oh--

The 20-year-old Leonardo is really irresistible.

"You're right, I think I should give you some rewards." Looking at that pretty face full of expectations, Edmundo was easily persuaded by the other party, he tilted his head slightly, and looked at the other party's eyelashes and Circulating on the lips, "So here and now, do you want me to kiss you, Leo."

"Yes, that's all I want." Leonardo replied softly, reaching up and inserting his fingers into Edmondo's hair, and then said to him, "Please, I need it."

Edmondo agreed to his request.

After a few months, Leonardo felt the taste of Edmondo, that unique, alcohol-like, intoxicating aroma, perhaps accompanied by a hint of sweetness of biscuits.So he became more active and shifted the battlefield to the opponent. Edmondo actively kissed back, his breathing became less stable, his fair skin was stained with a deep red, and his voice.

Everything is so intoxicating.

Soon they ended the kiss, Leonardo sat up, and then hugged Edmondo on the sofa, he buried his head in the other's neck, such intimate contact made it easy for him to feel the gradual acceleration heartbeat.

Good, Leonardo thought, that heart beat faster for him.

The surrounding air thickened.

"Maybe we should go to the room." Edmondo said softly, panting slightly, "I can't believe it, I just got out of the shower."

Leonardo didn't quite agree with this idea, he kept holding Edmondo in the same position as if he was glued to the sofa.

"It's fine here," he said. "Why go back, don't you want Phoenix to come out and see us?"

"—maybe, maybe not." Edmondo knew what he wanted in reply, but he didn't want to say it, so he used another kind of flirting, such as a quick and light kiss on the jaw, " If you're going to continue here, it's a pity you only get part of it."

"No regrets," he replied, "so—what part do I get?"

Edmundo did not directly explain, he found a comfortable position on the sofa and sat down, and then guided Leonardo in front of him, the situation was quite clear.

"You can start."

……

When Rui Fan finished the call with his younger brother Jacques and opened the door to go out, the scene in front of him stopped him in place.

To be honest, he had been psychologically prepared for a long time, but in any case, it was only in his own imagination, and the reality was—it was very difficult to accept.

Rui Fan could see Edmondo's fairer back of his hands against the dark sofa cushions, his white hair, and his laughter.

And none of that was for him.

He retreated back into the room, lowered his head, and then ruthlessly spurned himself in his heart.

Now it seems that Leonardo is the one who is closer to Edmundo. He has given him considerable privileges, and even he rarely uses the privileges he owns.

River Phoenix subconsciously ignored the fact that he hardly asked Edmundo for anything. If he did, Edmundo had no reason not to agree to him.

But he didn't.

Leonardo laughed, and he seemed to enjoy being at the helm.

It shouldn't.

Before Rui Fan could figure out how to deal with his untimely depression, the antenna of the phone in his hand hit the door panel and made a sound, and the two people on the sofa stopped and looked over together.

"Hi, Sleeping Beauty Riri, are you finally awake?" Edmundo climbed onto the sofa and turned back, teasing hoarsely, "Don't worry, you didn't disturb anything, we are picking out game discs."

This lie has no technical content at all.

Leonardo got up and sat beside Edmundo, he wiped the corners of his mouth with his knuckles, then raised his eyebrows provocatively at Rui Fan where the white-haired director couldn't see.

River Phoenix, who was at the critical point, was set on fire. He raised his chin and took a deep breath, walked into the living room and sat on the armrest of the sofa to the left of Edmondo.

"Maybe we have more important things than picking discs," he said.

Edmondo was at a loss for a moment.

In the next second, Rui Fan clamped his chin and bowed his head involuntarily and kissed him in front of Leonardo.

No one can show Edmundo off in front of him, no one.

"I was the one who came first." Leonardo said as he got up and walked around from behind the sofa to Rui Fan, and separated the two of them with [-] points of dissatisfaction, "I just need my reward, why are you lying across?" Get in."

"How did you blame me? Who provoked you first?" Rui Fan crossed his arms and replied, "If I didn't come out of the room 2 minutes ago, what are you going to do, continue?"

"Then what does it matter to you?"

"Ha! You ask if it's none of my business."

"Don't leave the choice to him, everyone knows that he never makes a choice."

"You provoked it, and now you are being a good person again?"

The two quarreled more and more fiercely, but Edmondo, the client, was left alone. Of course, this was a good thing. He was happy to watch others quarrel, especially when the content of their quarrel was related to him.

Edmondo pulled out the biscuit box and held it in his arms, eating and admiring it with great interest.

And at this moment, the door of the apartment was opened, and Michelle came back with a midnight snack—no, he brought not only a midnight snack, but also a black-haired boy.

"Obviously only one day has passed, but why do I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time." Edward Furlong, who finished the promotion, trotted towards the sofa, and then threw himself into Edmondo's arms, "I'm so tired——"

Leonardo and Rui Fan stopped arguing and looked at the sofa at the same time.

Edmundo's bathrobe was baggy from the hug, and Fran just took advantage of his height to enjoy the view.

Hell, let this kid succeed.