Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 139 After the Dinner
"Chicago" became the final winner of the 75th Oscars amid much attention.

When Rob and the producers took the stage to receive the statuette for Best Picture, everyone began to lament that this film would undoubtedly become another milestone in film history.

When talking about American musicals in the future, it will definitely occupy an important place.

But Tang De has no mind to think about "Chicago" now, because he is now facing a very embarrassing situation.

That is, Scarlett and Anne Hathaway seemed to be waiting for him, as if planning to congratulate him face to face.

But if these two women were to meet, Tang De couldn't tell what would happen.

So he looked at the position and distance between the two women, and after whispering a few words to Rob, walked out of his seat with him.

Immediately afterwards, Anne Hathaway, who had originally planned to greet Tang De, suddenly saw Tang De wink at her.

Anne Hathaway turned around and saw that the direction Tang De pointed was towards the dinner party, and then looked at Rob and other crew members who had been by his side.

Anne Hathaway smiled, turned around and walked straight to the dinner hall.

"You are playing with fire, Miss Saint." Tang De touched his hand downwards, feeling the subtle and distinctive feel at the connection between the waist and abdomen.

Scarlett knew that he was talking about the bet she had promised. She took the key card and inserted it into her vagina, stared at Tang De for a while, and then kissed him deeply on the lips: "No problem, My Mr. Oscar Knight.”

"Tsk, so are you ready?" Tang De looked at Scarlett with a smile.

The reason for this is that Tang De came late, and the previous winners have already received everyone's praise.

"That's right." Scarlett nodded.

After Tang De saw her leaving, he patted Rob on the shoulder: "Thank you."

Tang De glanced left and right. After seeing no one or the camera, he left in the opposite direction and walked into the dinner party.

"Congratulations! Don! Congratulations on winning Best Photography!"

After the kiss, she turned around and left, and the sound of "ta da da da" spread throughout the corridor.

“Don, what movie are you going to make next?”

"Very good, then the master is about to give an order." Tang De patted her butt: "Just wait quietly. You should be staying at the Chateau Marmont Hotel tonight, right?"

Then he looked behind him and saw Scarlett approaching.

"Then I'll go to the dinner first. See you later." Robb smiled knowingly and said nothing.

As soon as he entered, Tang De received several congratulatory voices, all of which were familiar celebrity friends. They brought their friends with them after seeing Tang De. For a moment, he was crowded.

"Of course...Master." Scarlett put her mouth to Tang De's ear, and the heat brought by those two words spread from the earlobe into the ear hole and reached his whole body.

That's right, he used Rob as a shield to block Scarlett's gaze from him noticing his glance at Anne Hathaway.

It's interesting to say that the people gathered here in Tang De are all female stars, while the male stars are all surrounding Rob's group of directors.

Tang De took the wine glass handed over by Renee Zellweger and chatted with the celebrities with a smile.

"Da da da." Scarlett stepped on her high heels and followed her into the corridor. When passing by Tang De, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. The next second, she was pulled into his arms by Tang De. .

After the number of people around gradually decreased, Tang De slowly walked into the corridor connecting the hall to the outside world. Everything there was covered by shadows. Tang De leaned against the wall and was instantly covered by shadows, making it difficult to see the expression on his face. , leaving only the silhouette.

"That's good. I live in 806. Miss Saint, it's your turn." Tang De handed over his room card.

"Yes, do you have any scheduled movies?"

Tang De smiled: "I don't have any work plans yet, I plan to take a break."

Of course he didn't tell the truth. Now that it's 2003, it's time for a film that can shatter everyone's stereotypes of horror to appear.

But Tang De still had some vague doubts, because he knew that the Saw movie script was born very early, and James Wan and his screenwriter friend wrote the script three years ago.

They once thought about asking the Australian government to fund it, because once it passes government review, they will contribute two million US dollars. Unfortunately, the script of a horror movie like "Saw" would definitely not pass government review, so James Wan and the others gave up the idea.

If they raise funds individually, they can raise more than 10,000 US dollars at most, but what is 10,000 US dollars enough to do, just take pictures of corpses?
So they later gave the script to the producer and asked him to help submit it to major companies to see if anyone liked it and was willing to invest.

It took two years until Lionsgate discovered the script.

While Tang De was chatting with the female stars, he was thinking about how to cut off the beard. Of course, he could also shoot the movie in advance and make some magical changes to make Wen Ziren and the others suffer.

However, if he was sued to the theater, the various elements that were too similar would not be good news for him.

Therefore, Tang De is more inclined to cut the script of James Wan before Lionsgate Pictures, just like Hu Taylor. This is not only justifiable, but also can attract this director with unlimited potential.

After all, I can't still be the director when filming the remaining Saw movies in the future, let alone the Conjuring series in the future, which are all money-making tools. Therefore, he also has a countermeasure. He has entrusted Loren Ortiz to register a new film production company called Norton Eyes.

He planned to use the shell of the new company to let Supreme Creative help it advertise and collect various movie scripts. Presumably the producer who helped James Wan and others submit the scripts would not miss this opportunity after seeing it.

Maybe he can also collect some other unexpected scripts.

With this thought in mind, Tang De finished socializing with all the celebrities, and finally sat on a chair and took a sip from the wine glass.

After all, photographers are not the mainstream in the industry, and those directors are not the most sought after. It is the bosses behind the scenes who have never appeared at the award ceremony who are the real center of this dinner.

Executives and producers from Universal, Sony, Disney, Warner Bros., and Paramount were chatting and laughing with the winners, talking about the company's next big projects.

With Tang De's sharp vision, he could still spot a delicate hand in the darkness taking over the room card handed over by the producer. It was obvious that the entire Chateau Marmont Hotel would be sleepless tonight.

But this is Hollywood, this is capitalism, isn’t it?
Tang De raised the corners of his mouth and put down his wine glass: "Annie, I didn't expect you to be so popular."

"I didn't expect it either." Anne Hathaway sat next to him, her face a little rosy from the champagne. She held out her wine glass: "Congratulations, I knew you would win this award."

"It seems that you are more certain than me." Tang De took a big sip of wine.

"Of course..." Anne Hathaway put her hands on her knees, supported her chin with her wrists, and looked at Tang De who suddenly smiled.

"So handsome." Anne Hathaway expressed her feelings straightforwardly.

Tang De turned his head and met her eyes: "You should be lucky that there are many people here, otherwise..." He shrugged and did not say the next words.

"Otherwise, what are you going to do?" Anne Hathaway's eyes widened in anticipation.

"Your Highness, what do you think?" Tang De's smile grew even brighter. He stood up and walked toward the balcony, with Anne Hathaway following closely behind.

"Snapped."

Thirty seconds later, the balcony door was closed.

"Wow."

The curtains were pulled up, and then there were sounds of asking for kisses. It wasn't until more than ten minutes later when the waiter tried to push the door open that the two of them walked out.

"Are you leaving now?" Tang De touched the corners of his mouth with his fingers.

Anne Hathaway nodded: "Yes, I booked a flight for the evening."

"Have a nice trip, don't forget to call me when you get there." Tang De didn't seem to be afraid of Scarlett finding out at all.

But Anne Hathaway's reaction seemed to confirm the validity of his words.

"Forget it, I don't want to wake you up, I'll just send you a text message."

"Well, I won't let you go easily when I see you in New York." Tang De gently squeezed Anne Hathaway's little hand, and then watched her leave.

Then he did not rush back to the room, but chatted with Rob and others for a while during the dinner. When no one came to see him again, he followed the waiter back to his floor.

"Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door of 806. Tang De didn't know if Scarlett was in his room, so he planned to try it first. If no one was there, he would ask the waiter to open it.

However, soon, he heard the sound of the peephole on the door, presumably Scarlett was observing the situation outside the door through it.

Immediately afterwards, the door opened with a "click". Tang De raised his eyebrows, reached out to hold the doorknob, and entered the room.

Unexpectedly, the Scarlett who came into view was so sexy. She was wearing a costume like a real nun, but it was a low-cut version. Her two legs covered with black stockings were also exposed, and she was also covered with a layer of gauze. He covered himself with a mesh blindfold and wrapped a belt around his hands.

Facing Tang De, she lowered her head slightly and said in a tone of excitement: "Master, welcome back."

"Your outfit is really nice, Miss Nun." Tang De pursed his lips, and the fire in his heart suddenly started to burn.

He reached out and pulled the belt around Scarlett, pulled her to the bed, and then sat down on the bed first.

"Come, my nun servant, it is your turn."

"Yes, Master."

Scarlett knelt on the ground, raised her head and said, "Let me wash your hair first."

Tang De moved his butt two centimeters toward the bed: "Let's get started."

"Okay, master."

(End of this chapter)