He took Beckham and his wife around the banquet hall and introduced them solemnly. Ryan returned to the side where friends gathered. Victoria Beckham is a social woman, and what he lacks is undoubtedly a heavyweight referee.

"I heard that Disney is going to remove the hand-drawn animation department?"

The person who asked was formerly the head of Disney Animation Studios and now the president of DreamWorks Animation Studios, Jeffrey Carsonberg, "It won't be true, Ryan?"

"My opinion is to lay off some employees." Ryan looked at the two Disney executives Dick Cook and Robert Eiger next to him. "Dick and Robert believe that Disney's full turn to computer animation is in our interests, I..."

Ryan looked at Roy Disney on the other side and shrugged gracefully, "Obviously, they convinced Roy and me."

“This is a very simple calculation problem.”

Because there have been close cooperation in the past, Disney executives are familiar with Ryan, and because they have been together during this period, they speak very directly. Robert Eiger told the current recognized fact, "Which time is longer or more expensive to train a qualified painter or a computer programmer? Also, when the Lion King was first produced, the average annual salary of a hand-painter was only $120,000. What about now? It is $750,000. Hand-painted animation takes longer than computer animation, and uses more manpower. The cost of labor alone will completely crush our budget."

Everyone was a business insider who knew the situation, including Ryan, nodded.

The decline of hand-drawn animation is not just a matter of technology and style. Robert Eiger's words are also one of the extremely important reasons.

"It's just a pity." Roy Disney sighed softly.

"Perhaps ten years later, people are starting to feel nostalgic." Ryan raised his glass to the old man and said with a smile, "We can restart the hand-drawn animation."

"Ryan, you always have a correct view of the movie market." Roy Disney drank the remaining red wine in the cup. "I look forward to that day."

Hearing the other party's words, Ryan's heart moved and thought of the ongoing bilateral negotiations by the federal government, "Jerry Ver and Roy, don't you think Hollywood should unite and put more pressure on the federal government?"

"You mean the ongoing bilateral negotiations?"

This is something that concerns the interests of the entire Hollywood. They naturally know that Jerry Fert Carsonberg said, "I heard about the latest concessions proposed by the other party. The number of ordinary Hollywood films introduced increased to thirteen movies, and the box office share increased to 15%.

As soon as he finished speaking, let alone the people around him. Even he shook his head himself, obviously very dissatisfied.

"This matter is related to the interests of all of us." Ryan also seemed a little helpless.

“So, we should unite.”

Shirley Lansing, who is in charge of Paramount Pictures, came over, "I have exchanged opinions with the heads of some film companies. Our bottom line is twenty-five ordinary accounts, at least one month, and a box office share that cannot be less than twenty-five percent."

"Improve it. Shirley." Ryan shook his head gently, "It's very difficult."

If the other side of the strait wants to join the WTO, they must make concessions, but the current actions of the federal government also need to make some compromises to the other side.

"I believe the federal government will not waste taxpayers' money." Shirley Lansing laughed, "The United States needs Hollywood."

"But Hollywood needs the whole world." Dick Cook interjected.

Everyone laughed together.

The outskirt of his eyes glanced at the tall figure walking towards the corner after the social engagement. Ryan whispered a few words to the people around him and walked over.

"Don't drink such strong wine."

Although I never drink it, Ryan still tells from the color that this is a cup of whiskey, "it's easy to get drunk."

After saying that, he stuffed a glass of soda into Nicole's hand and took the wine glass over.

A cold whisper came from Nicole, "What tricks do you want to play? I'm still angry!"

Since Disney's shareholders' meeting, this guy called several times a day and came to her once the next day. He tried every means to make her happy, but the tone in his heart kept making her angry.

It is one thing to keep a tacit understanding on Disney things, and the others are another.

"Nothing. I just want to chat for a while." Ryan was a little nervous when he gently turned the wine glass in his hand.

"Do you think it's necessary?"

As soon as Nicole said something, Ryan lit his head and said something rushing out, "If you drink this glass of wine, we can have a good talk."

The turned wine glass stopped silently. After about half a second, Ryan picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

As soon as his tongue touched the spicy liquid, he felt his wrist being hit hard. The wine glass could no longer hold it and fell to the floor, making a clanging sound, and some of the wine splashed onto the dark dress.

Fortunately, this was just a corner of the banquet hall. There were not many people around. The only few who heard the noise. After seeing Ryan and Nicole here, they turned their heads back tacitly.

"How much do you drink?" The pair of light blue eyes stared at him like steel needles, "Are you crazy? I'm crazy, are you crazy too?"

"Hey, my dear." Ryan quickly signaled her to lower her voice, "I'm fine, I promise, there's no problem."

Although he is allergic to alcohol, his chances of being as unlucky as in the previous life are not high.

"We're all crazy!"

Nicole whispered coldly, pulled his arm, and walked towards the other exit.

Ryan quickly turned around and made a gesture to George, asking him to tell him about the senior executives of Disney, after all, he was one of the party owners.

"Hey, Nicole, don't be nervous."

When I got into Nicole's car, Ryan was still explaining, "Look, I have nothing to do except for a little redness."

"Shut up! Ryan!"

Seeing the long-lost stern look, Ryan unconsciously closed his mouth and threw a handkerchief on his head.

After simply wiping the wine stains on the dress, looking at Nicole's pale face as cold as Antarctic ice, Ryan had to remain silent.

Scenes of childhood suddenly flashed through my mind, the kind Nicole, the stern Nicole, the beautiful Nicole, the Nicole who swears that he will pay the price...

Not to mention a glass of wine, it would be natural even if she pushed herself out of the car and drove over.

Both of them were silent and returned to their former home in silence.

"Elsa, inform everyone, temporarily take a holiday."

As soon as he walked out of the garage, Nicole told her butler, "You can go home too, wait for my call."

What is this to do? Ryan is confused.

When they walked into the villa, the two sat opposite each other, Nicole kept his face cold. Ryan wanted to say something, but he really didn't know what to say.

After more than ten years of getting along, their relationship is the most complicated.

"Do you know, Ryan, do you know how I have lived over the past year? If it weren't for Judy, Kate, Nami, and Anne who accompanied me..."

Nicole stared at him coldly and broke the silence, "Do you know what I think most during this period? I want to throw you into the sea first, and then kill those two women!"

"Do you want to see me do this?" Her eyes were as sharp as steel needles.

From those light blue eyes, Ryan saw the danger, "Hey, Nicole, be calm, okay?"

"Sit here, don't move or look."

Suddenly, Nicole stood up and walked towards the kitchen behind him, "If you don't want me to turn against you, keep what you are now."

Keeping what he is now? Ryan breathed a little relieved, it didn't matter if he sat all night.

I haven't been here for a long time, and he doesn't know if there are any surveillance equipment. Just in case, I'd just sit here quietly and wait for Nicole to come back before talking about it.

About ten minutes later, the sound of high heels falling to the ground came from behind. Nicole's steps seemed a little heavy. Although he wanted to look back, Ryan still endured it. Since Nicole took the initiative to take him back to their homes, it means that things have begun to turn around. The most important thing now is to endure.

"I don't want to take my anger on others, although I really want to kill them, so the one that belongs to them is yours!"

Just as Ryan was thinking about what Nicole meant, water fell on his head like a wave and flowed to his body. The biting cold feeling made him cry several times out of control.

Seeing the ice cubes rolling with the water, Ryan couldn't help looking at Nicole.

"Dear, enjoy the gift I gave you."

While the voice was heard, another small plastic bucket was picked up by Nicole. The water mixed with white broken ice fell on his head like a waterfall.

"Ah snee~"

Water mixed with broken ice fell from the head, wet the light brown hair, and then rolled down his face to his body, and even the sofa turned into a vast ocean.

His physique is naturally not cold-resistant, and only he understands the feeling at this time. However, Ryan knew that he deserved it. If Ni could vent his anger, let the ice water come more violently.

"Do you know, Ryan."

Two plastic buckets were kicked down on the floor by Nicole, "I only realized one thing during this time. I was so nice to you in the past."

After saying that, she walked aside, found the thick blanket on the bed, and threw it on Ryan's head.
Chapter completed!