Planning Mission: Impossible

Just thinking about the colossal force it would become in the future made Kevin excited.

Four days later, Far and Away premiered.

As a film starring Tom Cruise, it seized some of Get Out's screens the moment it opened.

Especially since it was the first film featuring Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman as a married couple, it drew the attention of countless people.

By then, after fourteen days in theaters, Get Out had reached a North American box office total of more than $111.85 million.

It could still coast along for a few more weeks, but its potential had already run out.

It was expected to add another $20 to $30 million at most before reaching its limit.

As an investor, Kevin made a rough calculation and estimated that he could earn more than $20 million in cash, along with a steady 30% share of the copyright revenue that would continue flowing into his pockets.

It was an enormous profit.

Of course, it would still be a long time before that money actually entered his pocket, and he needed to get started on his next project in advance.

Kevin cast aside everything happening outside and focused all his energy on the task. Other than the occasional trip to the library, he spent all his time in the villa writing a new proposal.

After putting the Ghost Rider project on hold, Kevin finally came up with a new project: Mission: Impossible, the film that would truly crown Tom Cruise as a superstar.

Mission: Impossible had been a classic television series, airing from 1966 to 1973 for more than 170 episodes, giving it an extremely solid audience base in the United States.

With such a massive IP laid out before him, Kevin could not help feeling tempted.

This era had not yet seen a craze for IP adaptations. People made the most use of IP through comic-book adaptations or novel adaptations, but there were not many successful examples.

It was nowhere near the mature use of IP seen in later generations.

However, what gave Kevin a headache was that Paramount was extremely powerful at the moment, with an overall valuation estimated at around $10 billion and abundant cash flow.

It would be far too difficult for him to acquire the rights to Mission: Impossible.

Unless he only acquired a portion of the profits, in which case there might be a slight possibility.

But with his status, there was no chance of succeeding in negotiations. Only if MGM or Warner stepped in would there be any possibility.

Thinking of this, Kevin no longer hesitated. He took out the MGM president's business card from his wallet and dialed the number on it.

MGM president Rett was handling MGM's affairs in the company.

Looking at one film proposal after another in his hands, Rett could not help rubbing his forehead.

There were far too many rookie directors, and their proposals were often unclear and full of wildly unrealistic ideas.

With just a rough glance, Rett knew the chances of a loss were above ninety percent.

Thinking of this, Rett could not help glancing at his private phone.

So many days had passed, yet that director had not contacted him. It left him deeply disappointed.

With that thought in mind, Rett picked up another newspaper and read its coverage of Get Out.

[Box office dark horse. An outstanding thriller made for only $3 million, earning $111 million in North America in fourteen days. Get Out is a good film worth watching.]

Rett could not help feeling a trace of envy.

MGM had not produced a film with such a high profit margin in a long time.

If not for the steady income generated by the rights to excellent works such as James Bond and Tom and Jerry, MGM probably would have gone bankrupt long ago.

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That envy only strengthened Rett's determination to work with Kevin.

"Beep beep beep!"

His private phone rang. Rett instantly picked it up, then realized he had been too eager.

He hurriedly adjusted his tone and pretended to be calm.

"Hello, this is Rett Weinstein, president of MGM. Who is this?"

"I'm Steve Kevin. I'm calling to discuss investment in a new film. Do you have time tomorrow? I've also invited the president of Warner Bros."

Kevin's calm voice came from the other end of the line. Rett suppressed his excitement and continued.

"No problem, I have time. Where shall we meet?"

"Imperial Royal Feast Pavilion near Hollywood. It's a high-end Chinese restaurant. I heard it was opened by the descendants of an imperial chef who once cooked for the emperors of China."

"All right. I'll be there on time tomorrow at noon."

After hanging up, Rett's face lit up with joy.

Kevin's meaning was obvious. He was willing to work with them and let MGM invest in his next film.

MGM was saved.

Of course, MGM had to be saved. If it was not, he might lose his position as president next year.

After calling the MGM president, Kevin made another call to Jeff Robinov.

With Kevin's track record of two consecutive successful films, Jeff Robinov naturally would not refuse when Kevin invited him to discuss investment in his third film.

After setting a time, Kevin hung up.

Angelina Jolie immediately leaned closer.

"Kevin, the female lead in Mission: Impossible 2?"

"It's yours."

Kevin said with a smile.

Angelina Jolie immediately grew excited. She gave him a seductive look and said softly,

"Kevin, let's go take a bath in the bedroom."

Faced with such a direct request, Kevin decisively followed Jolie into the bedroom.

The villa's bedroom was just as spacious as a small apartment. Its enormous bathtub could fit four or five people.

The next day, after another night of fooling around with Jolie, Kevin slept until ten o'clock before recovering his energy. Then he left the house, hailed a taxi, and headed for Imperial Royal Feast Pavilion in Hollywood.

Sitting in the car, Kevin also considered finding himself an assistant and a driver.

The driver would preferably be able to double as a bodyguard.

In the United States, there was a shooting every day. He could be considered wealthy now, and it would be bad if he got killed or kidnapped one day because he had no bodyguard.

CAA would have to handle that matter.

After calling Dawson and explaining what he needed,

Kevin quietly admired the scenery outside.

An hour later, shortly after eleven, Kevin arrived at Royal Imperial Feast Pavilion.

A Chinese woman in a cheongsam walked over and asked in fluent English,

"Hello, do you have a reservation?"

Kevin had not used Chinese in a long time. Seeing someone of Chinese descent was rare, so he casually showed off his Chinese.

"Yes, the Heavenly Room on the third floor."

A trace of confusion flashed across the Chinese woman's face, leaving Kevin somewhat disappointed. After all, this was not that country.