Oops! My Escort Is A Mafia Don - Chapter 81: Chapter 81
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"'Rags to riches,' 'sudden windfalls,' 'cheat-code systems,' 'ordinary guy chased by rich heiresses and celebrities,' 'CEO falls for Cinderella,' 'divorce and comeback where the ex ends up broke,' 'he ignored me when I loved him, but regrets it when I leave'—these tropes are hits no matter the country.
"Just use foreign actors, tweak your script a little, and you're good to go. Want to give it a try?"
Olivia was tempted.
The overseas market was a goldmine. Hardly anyone was making short dramas for international audiences yet. If given the chance, plenty of people would want to be the first to break in.
"I have thought about it," Olivia admitted. "But shooting abroad is a hassle. And even if I manage to have something filmed, finding the right platform to stream it is another challenge.
"I don't really know how the film and TV industry works over there, so I wouldn't even know where to start."
"You could work with me," Julian said. "I have a production company in East Nytherra, and I've got investments in Koristan."
Olivia asked curiously, "So when you said you were on a business trip, you meant you were handling things for your company there?"
"Actually, this is a business trip, too. And I spend most of my time in East Nytherra."
"Then what about your company over there? You're just leaving it unattended?"
"I can manage things remotely. I've got people handling day-to-day operations, so I don't need to watch over everything myself. Besides, I'm planning to enter the Gravellian market—this trip's partly for research and business talks. I didn't come here just for you, so don't feel pressured."
Of course, expanding the market wasn't his only reason. He also had some strictly confidential military equipment contracts to negotiate. It wasn't something he could talk about openly.
Technically, he hadn't even been assigned to handle the negotiation. But he'd pulled some strings and bent a few rules just so he could come find Olivia.
Olivia thought it over briefly. Then she nodded and said, "Alright, since you've got the connections, let's talk about how we can work together.
"I'll handle the script and cover the production costs. Your company takes care of the online distribution and promotion of the short dramas. We'll split the profits seventy-thirty. How does that sound?"
Olivia felt a little uncertain. Honestly, marketing a show cost way more than filming it—especially when breaking into a new market. Julian's company would be doing the heavy lifting.
The overseas entertainment industry was well-established. They were not about to let some outsider waltz in and grab a piece of the pie. There was no way she could pull this off on her own.
She wondered if Julian would even agree to taking seventy percent. In Gravellia, short drama scriptwriters usually got less than one percent of the profits—most didn't even hit half a percent.
She felt like she was being a bit greedy. For a non-exclusive script, even getting a small cut would already be a win. She was just debating whether to give up another percent when Julian agreed without hesitation.
He said, "Sure. We'll do it your way. I'll have my assistant draw up a contract. Once your script is ready, send it to me. I'll have the team start prepping for filming. And don't worry about the filming budget—I'll take care of that."
Olivia let out a breath of relief. She felt like she'd just scored a great deal. Her mood instantly lifted, and she felt a lot more motivated to work.
She was so caught up in her excitement that she completely forgot she was in the house she shared with Dylan—and that she was still sitting on Julian's lap.
It wasn't until she heard Dylan's voice outside the door that she snapped back to her senses.
"Mr. Hudson? Where'd you go? I had the maid make some food. Weren't you hungry? Come down and eat," Dylan said.
He called out for a long time, but no one answered. He started opening doors one by one, checking every room, and Olivia's was the last.
"Just use foreign actors, tweak your script a little, and you're good to go. Want to give it a try?"
Olivia was tempted.
The overseas market was a goldmine. Hardly anyone was making short dramas for international audiences yet. If given the chance, plenty of people would want to be the first to break in.
"I have thought about it," Olivia admitted. "But shooting abroad is a hassle. And even if I manage to have something filmed, finding the right platform to stream it is another challenge.
"I don't really know how the film and TV industry works over there, so I wouldn't even know where to start."
"You could work with me," Julian said. "I have a production company in East Nytherra, and I've got investments in Koristan."
Olivia asked curiously, "So when you said you were on a business trip, you meant you were handling things for your company there?"
"Actually, this is a business trip, too. And I spend most of my time in East Nytherra."
"Then what about your company over there? You're just leaving it unattended?"
"I can manage things remotely. I've got people handling day-to-day operations, so I don't need to watch over everything myself. Besides, I'm planning to enter the Gravellian market—this trip's partly for research and business talks. I didn't come here just for you, so don't feel pressured."
Of course, expanding the market wasn't his only reason. He also had some strictly confidential military equipment contracts to negotiate. It wasn't something he could talk about openly.
Technically, he hadn't even been assigned to handle the negotiation. But he'd pulled some strings and bent a few rules just so he could come find Olivia.
Olivia thought it over briefly. Then she nodded and said, "Alright, since you've got the connections, let's talk about how we can work together.
"I'll handle the script and cover the production costs. Your company takes care of the online distribution and promotion of the short dramas. We'll split the profits seventy-thirty. How does that sound?"
Olivia felt a little uncertain. Honestly, marketing a show cost way more than filming it—especially when breaking into a new market. Julian's company would be doing the heavy lifting.
The overseas entertainment industry was well-established. They were not about to let some outsider waltz in and grab a piece of the pie. There was no way she could pull this off on her own.
She wondered if Julian would even agree to taking seventy percent. In Gravellia, short drama scriptwriters usually got less than one percent of the profits—most didn't even hit half a percent.
She felt like she was being a bit greedy. For a non-exclusive script, even getting a small cut would already be a win. She was just debating whether to give up another percent when Julian agreed without hesitation.
He said, "Sure. We'll do it your way. I'll have my assistant draw up a contract. Once your script is ready, send it to me. I'll have the team start prepping for filming. And don't worry about the filming budget—I'll take care of that."
Olivia let out a breath of relief. She felt like she'd just scored a great deal. Her mood instantly lifted, and she felt a lot more motivated to work.
She was so caught up in her excitement that she completely forgot she was in the house she shared with Dylan—and that she was still sitting on Julian's lap.
It wasn't until she heard Dylan's voice outside the door that she snapped back to her senses.
"Mr. Hudson? Where'd you go? I had the maid make some food. Weren't you hungry? Come down and eat," Dylan said.
He called out for a long time, but no one answered. He started opening doors one by one, checking every room, and Olivia's was the last.
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