Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 576 "Mr. Liu" must be obedient~be good~
David Fincher did this in front of the CEOs of Maserati and Alfa Romeo.

Little John felt that Xiangyang had taken away all his glory.

Normally, he would have just left with a slap in the face.

Naihebe Shaffer seemed to be a personal housekeeper. When Xiang Yang was called, she immediately came over with a smile.

"Director David, my boss's schedule is a bit tight recently, but I will reply to you as soon as possible after I sort it out." With a professional smile, Bea Shaffer took care of the matter easily. on himself.

I have been working with Xiangyang for some time.

How could she not understand Xiang Yang?
If he wanted to go to the New York Film Festival, he would have agreed.

"Understand, understand." David Fincher does not have this kind of tacit understanding.

It was his first time dealing with Anna Wintour's daughter, so he thought that replying so solemnly on this occasion meant something was right.

Eyes full of anticipation.

Seeing this, Little John laughed to death.

However, he tried his best not to laugh out loud, and he hid it very well.

On the contrary, Red Bigland was a little envious.

He watched "The Social Network" and it was very good.

He has admired David Fincher's original works.

To put it simply, Hermès can deeply intervene in a film project before it is officially approved. This has undoubted benefits in terms of the angle at which its own products are promoted through the work.

To a certain extent, it can even affect the direction of some plots.

For example, if HYS or Hermès invest in this movie, they require the leading actors to wear the clothing of the company.
"Director David, if necessary, you can also contact us at Maserati and Alfa Romeo." Thinking about it, Red Bigland issued a sincere invitation.

Of course, with both Xiang Yang and Little John present, he said naturally:
"Our Fiat Group is seeking to cooperate with the Hermès Group in film and television-related aspects. We are happy to participate in the works that excellent directors like you are preparing."

David Fincher's eyes lit up.

this.
Is it that simple?
How does it feel? It's like rushing to send money.

Red Bigland's statement left representatives of Columbia Pictures a bit at a loss.

But fortunately, after David Fincher quickly stated that what he was preparing was an American TV series, not a movie, the representatives of Columbia Pictures became a little less worried.

TV series.

That's a CBS thing.

It has nothing to do with Columbia Pictures.

When it comes to the relationship between the two companies, CBS and Paramount Pictures are closer than Columbia Pictures.

(I’m too lazy to go into too much detail. It can be roughly understood like this: Viacom owns a majority of the equity of Paramount’s parent company. Viacom was split from CBS. Later, the two merged. The boss is named Ray Destone.)
"Mr. Xiang, Mr. Jean, what do you think?" Red Bigland cast a questioning look.

"Of course, we at Hermès welcome any sincere cooperation. But the specific details still have to be coordinated and judged by Jean."

Xiang Yang smiled, it was just a TV series.

Another American drama.

What's there to care about?

To be honest, although David Fincher is very well-known, Xiangyang doesn't even remember that he has filmed TV series or anything.

He still couldn't remember many movies.

In American dramas, even if they are special, he only remembers their names.

At the moment, David Fincher didn't even say his name. He was used to being a hands-off shopkeeper and just left the matter to Little John to handle.

"Let me just say that no one can replace my value."

Little John felt very happy.

After agreeing on a time with David Fincher in front of Xiang Yang and Red Bigland, he was happy to say that as long as the work was good enough.

He can even contact ITV in the UK, which has a good cooperation with Hermès Film Investment Company, to jointly fund the project.

This proud talk made Liu Qianqian, who had just come in with Li Bingbing, very curious.

What are these people talking about?

On the other side, although Han Sanping had been chatting with the "Di Renjie" team, his attention was always on Xiang Yang and others.

Without guessing, he could tell that this must be another project being discussed.

"Old Xu, did you see it?" Han Sanping said with slightly narrowed eyes.

Director Xu Ke pricked up his ears and followed Han Sanping's gaze, "Director Han, please tell me."

"If you want to cooperate, you have to seize the opportunity. Look at the director named David Fincher. He is not limited to his position in the film industry and actively seeks cooperation. You"

Han Sanping said, retracting his gaze and looking up and down Xu Ke's body.

The meaning is obvious.

Why are you dragging me along to chat when you have nothing to do?
The help I can give you is limited.

How to find a breakthrough?

Do you still want me to hurry up and help you negotiate one by one?
Then I'm not exhausted.

This look made Xu Ke, who was being looked at, somewhat embarrassed.

But fortunately, Li Bingbing pulled Liu Qianxi over in time, allowing him to get out of the situation instantly.

"Bingbing, congratulations."

First, he sent the due congratulations. Xu Ke faced Liu Qianqian and said with a smile: "I also want to thank you, Liu Qianqian, for taking the time tomorrow to enjoy our movie with your husband."

I expressed my gratitude to the director over and over again.

Liu Qianqian lowered her posture slightly and responded with a smile: "Director Xu, you are polite again. I should do it."

"Xiao Liu, I think you are exhausted today. Why don't you stay here with us and have a rest." Seeing that this was about to turn into a polite conversation, Han Sanping stood up helplessly.

But think about it, how many people could not talk politely to Liu Qianqian in this scene?

Liu Qianqian thought for a while and nodded.

She was indeed a little tired. If it wasn't necessary, I really wouldn't want to attend such a celebration.

But no matter what, I still have to come.

Others think "Mrs. Xiang" is good in every way.

But only the real Mrs. Xiang has the deepest understanding.

"When I go back tonight, I want the stinky guy to give me a good squeeze." Liu Qianqian, who was standing between Han Sanping and Xu Ke, glanced in the direction of Xiangyang.

It’s not that you can’t afford the hotel’s SPA.

But Xiangyang is more cost-effective!
Quietly, as more and more people entered the banquet, several people on Xiangyang's side also ended their chat.

Under the leadership of Bea Shaffer, Xiangyang, Little John, and Red Bigland came to Karl Lagerfeld again.

"Xiang, congratulations."

Karl Lagerfeld finished speaking with a smile and glanced at JCE's youngest son.

Not to mention, today's movie made it rare for him to look at Little John.

"You are also very discerning."

Standing in front of Karl Lagerfeld, Little John was stunned for three seconds. He muttered in his heart, "Of course I have discernment," but he said with an attentive smile:
"I heard from Xiang that we will have another rare collaboration next, and I hope it will be as successful as "Midnight in Paris."

Karl Lagerfeld nodded.

Neither of them mentioned Dior.

It’s conceivable that Chanel and Hermès are going to have fun with Liu Qianqian’s movie this time.

"Speaking of this." Karl Lagerfeld looked at Xiang Yang and asked, "Where is Liu? Why haven't I seen her?"

"Her."

Xiang Yang searched for it with his eyes, and soon saw Liu Qianqian's figure next to Han Sanping and others.

Well.
How to tell Liu Qianqian that she should be standing here now?
While he was thinking, Liu Qianqian also noticed Xiang Yang's gaze. After shaking her head slightly, she turned her head and started chatting with Liang Jiahui beside her.

"Karl, she is a little tired today." Xiangyang retracted his gaze and said softly.

"Indeed." Before Xiang Yang could say more, Karl Lagerfeld nodded: "I'm a little tired too. After watching "Black Swan", I'm going to Milan. What about you?"

"I?"

Xiangyang shrugged.

"I made an appointment with Mr. Reid and Xiang to watch the game together." Little John interrupted, "If you need it, you can take Xiang away."

"Then I hope you have fun."

Although Karl Lagerfeld said blessings, he didn't even bother to look at Little John.

And he is not interested in football games either.

Seeing that Little John was embarrassed, Xiang Yang said with a smile: "Then let's meet in Milan. Then I will take her to visit FENDI's headquarters."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in Milan."

Karl Lagerfeld is very satisfied with Xiangyang’s arrangement.

As the celebration party officially began, David Fincher thanked every guest present on behalf of the crew of "The Social Network". Xiang Yang sincerely felt that it was a good thing he didn't ask Liu Qianqian to come over to accompany him again.

After the whole celebration, his mouth was filled with the taste of champagne.

"You are not allowed to sleep in my bed tonight. I hate the smell of alcohol on your body." Liu Qianqian, who had just suffered a loss the day before, said with a hint of warning when she took Xiang Yang's arm and stepped onto the motorboat.

"Don't worry, I will definitely be honest tonight." Xiang Yang smiled and asked:
"Where's Mr. Han? Why didn't you see him?"

"He and Director Xu Ke went back first. They said they had to prepare for the premiere." Liu Qianqian pursed her lips, then looked back at Little John. After confirming that this guy had no problem getting on the boat by himself, she whispered again :
"But I heard from Sister Bingbing that I really think it's Wu Baige's side that's causing the trouble."

"Oh, really?" Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows.

No wonder director Wu Da, who claims to know everyone in Hollywood, didn't even come to the celebration party for "The Social Network."

"What about you? When I arrived at the venue, I saw you guys chatting happily with Director David Fincher. What were you talking about?"

After getting on the motorboat and sitting down, Liu Qianqian relaxed her body and leaned on Xiang Yang's shoulder and asked.

"He has a TV series in preparation, and he communicated with us in advance." Xiang Yang finished speaking very casually, raised his arms, took off his suit, and put it on Liu Qianqian.

At night, the sea breeze is a bit cool.

"Stop, no need." Liu Qianqian stopped Xiang Yang's movements.

The hotel's yacht has fur shawls available for use.

Even if she wasn't happy, Zhao Xin would prepare one for her.

There is no need to cover yourself with clothes full of alcohol smell, it smells terrible.

"You still dislike me." Xiang Yang said coquettishly.

Liu Qianqian snorted and said disdainfully: "You are still hiding things from me."

Xiang Yang was surprised, the stock issue hasn't passed yet.
"Honey, all the money you make is yours, or else," Xiang Yang whispered in Liu Qianqian's ear, "Don't worry about it. My butt still hurts from the kick you gave me that day." ”

"That's not what I'm talking about~"

Liu Qianqian finished speaking in a playful tone, but Xiang Yang shuddered unconsciously.

"Haha, it's a good thing I didn't give you my clothes, I was freezing to death." He casually found an excuse and tried to change the topic.

But his move caught Liu Qianqian's attention.

She frowned and said without any smile:
"Mr. Xiang, I'll give you time to think it over. When you get back to the hotel, you can tell me whether or not you want to tell your little secret."

After saying that, she raised the corners of her mouth, raised her arm and patted Xiang Yang on the shoulder.

I have been "Mrs. Xiang" for a day.

It's Xiangyang's turn to be his "Mr. Liu", right?
Looking at Xiang Yang's trembling mouth, she pursed her lips and said softly:

"Be obedient and be good~"

"You could kill me and not say anything"

(End of this chapter)