Chapter 548

After Fatty Zhou left, Qin Yu took two scripts out of the drawer: one was *Joker*, which he plucked from the new SSR Nazha.

One was *Pirates of the Caribbean*, which he got from Liu Liu Yifei.

After thinking about it, he put *Joker* back.

Filming this movie requires communication with Warner Bros.; after all, Joker is a character from their DC.

It won't work without their permission.

Better to film *Pirates* first; compared to *Joker*, filming this is much simpler.

"Seems like the Pirate Captain isn't doing so well. How about I trick him into signing for a few more movies later?"

From the moment he got the *Pirates* script, Qin Yu had been paying attention to Pirate Captain Depp.

Because this guy lacks his own signature movie series.

He is still spinning around in the independent film circle.

To put it bluntly, American independent films are about the same as our art films.

It's just that the audience there is a bit larger.

Plus, being able to sell offline, he's doing okay.

"Should be no problem."

Qin Yu isn't stupid. In his previous life, Depp's salary for *Pirates of the Caribbean* was simply too terrifying.

In *Pirates of the Caribbean 3*, Depp's salary reached over 80 million USD!!

It accounted for about 30% of the movie's production cost.

Simply terrifying.

He doesn't want to let Depp be so comfortable; he will have to ruthlessly limit his box office share later.

Impossible to give that much.

This is also why Will Turner, who was clearly the protagonist in the first and second movies, disappeared.

He appeared very little because the production team really couldn't afford that much salary.

They could only castrate the script.

This isn't just a salary problem; it's a plot problem—missing an important protagonist.

Many subsequent plots couldn't be developed.

That's why *Pirates of the Caribbean* slowly declined.

No matter how you look at it, it's just the Captain's one-man show. One or two movies is fine, but too many will seem a bit boring.

Of course, this doesn't blame the production team; this is the best they could do.

After all, they couldn't abandon the Captain to promote Will Turner, right?

That would be truly brain-damaged.

But Qin Yu is different. He opened the God's eye view and must limit it from the beginning. This way, he can ensure the smooth progress of subsequent movies.

Qin Yu was still thinking about the filming of the new movie when a message suddenly appeared on his phone.

【Qin, I've already arrived at the airport. Thanks for your care these ten days, thank you.】

"Leaving already..."

Qin Yu was just about to reply to this foreign horse.

He suddenly froze for a moment.

Then, he picked up the car keys on the side.

On the other side.

Airport.

Dai Lin looked at her phone, seeing that there was no reply even after nearly twenty minutes.

Her expression looked a bit dejected.

"He must be busy."

"It's okay, I had a great time these past few days."

Dai Lin recalled traveling around with Qin Yu these past few days, eating so much delicious food, and playing in so many fun places.

She thought of the kiss that night again.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift slightly.

"Qin, he really is an abominable guy."

Dai Lin didn't know why, even though she knew Qin wasn't a good person—she had seen with her own eyes how Qin Yu tricked girls upstairs.

But she still couldn't help thinking of him.

"Forget it, won't think about it."

Picking up the suitcase beside her, Dai Lin prepared to board the plane.

"Hey, foreign horse, you're going a bit too far. Telling me only when you're at the airport? Are you trying to challenge my speed?"

At the entrance of the first-class lounge, Qin Yu, wearing a mask, leaned against the door and asked.

As for why Qin Yu could enter and exit this place at will.

That's simple; he just needed to show his face.

Dai Lin looked at Qin Yu, her exquisite pretty face full of surprise.

Immediately letting go of the suitcase, she ran to Qin Yu's side in excitement and jumped onto him.

"Qin, why didn't you say anything when you came? I thought you didn't see it."

Qin Yu supported this foreign horse's butt, thinking to himself.

You woman, at first glance, clearly haven't read our Chinese romance novels.

If I had said it, would there still be a surprise?

I lost my driver's license just to create this surprise for you.

If you don't bring me back some top-secret information later, see how I deal with you.

"How could I not see it? And what's the meaning of this?" Qin Yu asked, pinching Dai Lin's little face.

"It's not like we won't see each other again. Deng Wendi and I are discussing whether to hold the celebration banquet in Hollywood."

Dai Lin was very excited when she heard this. Wouldn't that mean she could see Qin Yu in the United States in ten days?

"Come, come to the United States and let me host you."

"..."

"As for that, I still have to consider it. After all, the face of going to Warner Bros. isn't good to look at." Qin Yu pretended not to look at Dai Lin.

He continued.

"But if someone can bribe me, I might be able to think about it carefully."

"Should I go or not~"

Dai Lin rolled her eyes. She was a PhD in economics from a business school, a true elite.

If she couldn't understand this, she would really be stupid.

Looking around, the people in the lounge had already left to board the plane.

After hesitating for a moment, she slowly lowered her head toward Qin Yu's mouth.

Qin Yu wasn't polite either; half a minute later, he turned passive into active.

This woman had no experience; let the old driver take you for a ride.

Three minutes later.

Dai Lin tidied her top and rolled her eyes at Qin Yu ruthlessly. This guy wasn't honest.

Kissing is kissing, but still~

"Leaving now, remember to come."

"Okay."

The two hugged again.

Dai Lin left. After passing through security, she didn't know why she looked back.

Not far away, Qin Yu was leaning against a pillar, watching her.

For a moment, her smile was like a flower.

Dai Lin waved her hand and disappeared into the crowd.

On the other side, Qin Yu let out a long sigh, muttering to himself.