Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 167 Fei Qiu appears
"Don, I didn't expect you to be the photographer." Jessica Alba and Tang De stood by the door. Not far away, Binder and others were helping to pack up the lights and props.

Tang De shrugged: "Mr. Chairman asked me to hide my identity, but..."

"It's not your fault." Jessica smiled and said, "But it seems that many people recognize you."

"Yes, because I can't hide my voice." Tang De looked at her beautiful face: "I should also thank you. After all, it is not a good thing if it is related to racial discrimination."

"You are not racist." After Jessica finished speaking, she was silent for three seconds and then said: "Are you free tonight? Don, I mean there is a party that I want to invite you to."

"Of course I'm free." Tang De agreed readily: "But I want to talk to Mr. Steven first."

"No problem, then you go about your business first."

Jessica left the studio, and Tang De entered work mode again.

"Relax, that's your waist, not your body. Relax a little more."

"Don't squint. Are you short-sighted? Open your eyes wider."

This was the space left specially for him by Charles.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Picking up the phone, Tang De raised the corner of his mouth: "I have been taking pictures for everyone just now. I think many people want to beat me to death."

After whipping the corpse, Tang De finally let Naomi go and began to formally award the award.

"Tang, I'm actually looking for you because I have a movie I want to talk to you about."

Mr. Charles walked up to the stage and began to present the awards, which was interspersed with a fashion show and musical performances.

Steven took a sip of coffee, thought for a moment and said, "I have been planning this movie for many years. To be honest, this is not an easy story to describe in words... Have you ever heard of Geisha?"

The following celebrities came and went, and Tang De did not change his outspoken and vicious style.

However, everyone knew who this person was, but they still cooperated and made puzzled expressions.

"I've heard of it." Tang De didn't show it and just nodded.

But the two did not say anything during the award ceremony. Perhaps out of respect for the Fashion Designers Association, Steven did not mention what he wanted to talk to Tang De.

"Wow!" the celebrities showed exaggerated expressions of surprise.

Soon, when all the stars had finished filming, the awards ceremony in the auditorium officially began.

There are not many people like this in Hollywood, but people without status really don't dare to show it so obviously.

"Don? Oh, hahaha, welcome our award guest, Don De Norton."

After Charles finished speaking, the music sounded briefly, and Tang De also came to the microphone.

"We have invited our award presenter...wait a moment, who is you?"

"But unfortunately, I am not speaking venomously to create effects, but because I am indeed such a person." Tang De paused for a moment: "So if you cooperate with me in the future, you must be mentally prepared and don't be scolded by me. cry."

Maybe this is Tang De's character, venomous and picky.

"Memoirs of a Geisha".

However, the next second the bearded man stood still, lifted his hat, and removed his disguise.

"Aren't you a photographer? Why did you come here suddenly?" Charles pretended not to know.

After these celebrities entered the auditorium, they couldn't help but talk about Tang De's comments while sitting in their seats, so that everyone even started to get used to it.

"Hahahaha." The celebrities didn't expect Tang De to say so boldly.

So leaving a good impression is still very important.

After the awards, he walked backstage to his seat next to Steven Spielberg.

Tang De's memory was immediately touched by these two words, and he remembered a movie about neon geisha, but using Chinese actors and speaking English lines.

Tang De looked at the camera and stretched out his hand: "By the way, if you watch it again, don't forget to pay for the camera."

"Then who do you think geisha are?" Steven asked curiously. He didn't think Tang De could express a very deep understanding. He just wanted to see if Tang De could capture that feeling.

"Hahaha!" This sentence directly set off the atmosphere at the scene, and the celebrities could not even control their expressions.

At the end of the award ceremony, when the gold, silver and bronze awards were about to be announced, Charles began to announce the award presenters for the bronze awards.

It wasn't until the entire award ceremony was over that he took Tang De to the lounge and chatted while drinking coffee.

And when the surrounding celebrities saw Tang De sitting next to the Godfather director, they couldn't help but look at him sideways.

"Just keep your hands by your sides, but don't make any movements. You look like someone with ADHD."

However, after Tang De spoke, Steven opened his eyes slightly and was immersed in what he said.

If he guessed correctly, this was the movie Steven was talking about.

Before he could finish speaking, a man wearing a hat and beard and wearing sunglasses walked over from the back of the stage. His face was indistinguishable.

"In addition, I also have a lot of dirty information about people, such as who said FXXK how many times, who said SHXT how many times, who smashed the camera... Oh, this person is no longer at the scene."

"Hahaha!" the celebrities laughed and nodded in unison in the camera.

But Tang De is qualified. At least he has made movies with a box office of hundreds of millions. This is purely box office revenue, not counting CDs and peripherals.

Maybe one day he will direct some big-budget films, and maybe the stars present will have the opportunity to collaborate with him.

"I think geisha are the lost ones between tradition and modernity. They maintain the glory of tradition and follow complicated procedures and etiquette, just like a piece of exquisite porcelain. But after entering the modern era, they were replaced by the wheel and The artillery fire crushed them into the soil without mercy, so in my opinion, this is a group of people abandoned by history.”

This sentence shocked Steven's heart, and it was exactly what he was thinking.

Porcelain, yes, that’s the word.

Tang De accurately described the life of a geisha in his imagination. "I really didn't expect you to understand this so deeply." Steven showed an expression of appreciation.

Tang De smiled slightly. At any rate, he had also watched "Memoirs of a Geisha" and knew the connotation and expression of this movie.

"Then if there is such a script about a geisha, what role would you like to be?" Steven asked again.

"Of course I hope to be a director and photographer." Tang De made no secret of his ambition: "I think I can control it because I am good at this, women, romance, suffering, and persistence. I like this theme very much."

"Well..." Steven thought for a while: "I know."

He suddenly became a little absent-minded and didn't know what he was thinking.

But Tang De had a rough guess in his mind.

The film "Memoirs of a Geisha" was originally directed by Rob Marshall, the director of "Chicago."

He is good at photographing dance and body expression, which is why Steven chose him.

But Tang De's control over color is something Steven can't let go of.

So he was in a dilemma and didn't know what to choose.

So after talking to Tang De for a few words, he went back to the company first, probably wanting to make an overall assessment before making a decision.

However, Tang De did not leave in a hurry, but called Jessica first.

"Sorry, Jessica, Mr. Steven invited me to dine. Yes, it's unfortunate."

"I'm in the bathroom now, of course to call you. Don't worry, Mr. Steven is very kind."

"Well, have a good time and don't drink too much."

After hanging up the phone, Tang De waited in the lounge for twenty minutes, allowing Binder to confirm that all the celebrities had left before walking out of the auditorium along the path.

Then he drove directly to Scarlett's hotel.

"Room 9021."

In the elevator, Tang De loosened his tie and looked at his appearance in the reflection of the metal wall.

After making sure it was correct, he walked out of the elevator and came to the door of room 935.

"Dong dong dong."

He knocked on Scarlett's door.

Footsteps sounded immediately behind the door, but the footsteps were a little heavier than before.

Tang De waited patiently, and soon the door was opened.

A huge figure came into view of Tang De.

"Handsome man, who are you looking for?" A fat woman wearing a large bathrobe stood behind the door, surprised and confused.

"Uh..." Tang De looked up at the house number with an embarrassed expression: "Sorry, ma'am, I seem to have gone to the wrong door."

"Really? Handsome man, which room do you live in?" The fat woman did not let him go, but came closer and asked.

A strong smell of roses suddenly spread to the tip of Tang De's nose. Apparently, this lady used too much rose shower gel when taking a bath.

"I live in 9027, just on the other side." Tang De smiled and told her, waved to her and left politely.

After re-entering the elevator, Tang De took out his phone and found a new text message from Scarlett.

"This is your punishment, my master. If you want punishment back, unfortunately, it will only be after we meet in the next city."

Tang De smiled helplessly. He didn't expect that he would be tricked by Scarlett. It seemed that being supported by many female stars in the studio made her feel a sense of crisis.

But that’s the fun part, isn’t it?
After walking out of the hotel, Tang De did not call Jessica. Repeated calls were a taboo in relationships. He drove directly back to the company.

But as soon as he walked into the company door, he saw a chubby neon man wearing glasses standing in the lobby, talking to Kane.

"Who is this?"

Tang De asked the customer service lady at the front desk.

When the customer service lady saw the boss, she immediately puffed up her chest nervously and greeted Tang De with her fullest attitude.

"He's here to apply for a job. Boss, his name is... Bjorn Qiu."

"Bjorn Qiu?" Tang De was a little confused, not knowing who this guy was.

But he didn't plan to ask directly. Kane would definitely report it later.

So Tang De nodded his chin and returned to his office.

Not long after, Kane walked in.

"Boss, a Neon person just came to interview for the position of Angel Declaration."

"What's his name?" Tang De leaned on the boss's chair.

"His name is Bjorn Cho, and this is his business card." Kane handed over his business card.

Tang De took it and looked at it carefully, and found that there was a line of small characters under the English name, which said his neon destiny.

next moment.

"Akimoto Yasu!"

Tang De sat up and stood up. Unexpectedly, the person he had been looking for appeared in front of him!

(End of this chapter)