Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 214 Fatal Problem
In the underground parking lot, when a couple passed by a black SUV, they found that its body was vibrating rhythmically.

The two of them looked at me, and I looked at you, and then both smiled teasingly.

The man walked to the car window and found that it was covered with a curtain and could not see anything at all.

So he deliberately walked to the car and knocked on the door.

I thought this would scare the people inside, but unfortunately the vibration of the car was still there and it didn't seem to be affected at all.

This made the man very frustrated, but he had no choice but to leave the underground garage with his wife.

It was not until two minutes later that Tang De looked at Scarlett who had stopped and was covered in sweat, and smiled: "Have you always been so courageous?"

"No, I only feel bold when I meet the master."

Scarlett touched the mark on the corner of her mouth, and then wrapped her white body with a coat.

It's just that doing so makes it even more tempting in Tang De's eyes.

"You are so confident, but I don't believe those academic men would be so kind." Scarlett shrugged. She could say what she wanted to say even when she was not in the spotlight.

"It's not presumptuous."

"Then are you going to Oscars?" Tang De asked, stroking her shoulder.

The box office revenue was US$150 million worldwide, which undoubtedly achieved the pre-release goal.

Therefore, Tang De received many invitations some time ago, but because he wanted to shoot works for photography exhibitions, he basically refused them.

"No, I believe you, Don."

"This one is called vinegar cabbage."

So the good-luck photos Tang De took for them have become another legend in Hollywood.

In an instant, Tang De's anger was aroused by her. He hugged Scarlett, lowered his head and said to her lips: "You don't have to do it in public, you can shout now."

"That's great, baby." Tang De leaned on the back of the chair and hugged her over: "When are you leaving?"

"Tang, will you attend this Oscar?" She looked at the advertisement on TV and turned to ask Tang De.

The awards that commercial films like "Sin City" can win are very limited, but compared to other commercial blockbusters, it's pretty good and it won the Cannes Technical Award.

"Do you really want me to leave?" Scarlett looked at Tang De with a half-smile.

"Do "Little Miss Sunshine" and "Memoirs of a Geisha" have a chance to compete for the best film?" Best Director Scarlett will not think about it at all, because this award is not prepared for directors of Tang De's age. .

"Surprised? What surprise?" Scarlett said doubtfully, and suddenly thought of the answer: "You mean your movie?"

"It's okay, Jessica, you will have the opportunity to stand on the podium in the future." Tang De lowered his head and kissed her.

"Haha, not necessarily. Maybe the academic judges won't like my movie."

"Well..." Jessica nodded slowly, then smiled: "Although I can't go on stage, I should be able to see you on stage this time."

Tang De spread his hands: "No, I just want to know how long you can stay with me."

"I bought a gift for Carmela." Jessica's eyes were wandering, as if she was testing something.

"This one is called Tiger Skin Green Pepper."

"Okay, actually I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." Scarlett smiled and leaned on Tang De's shoulder.

"Of course not, my angel." He shook his head and raised his brows: "Don't worry, Carmela likes you very much."

Tang Dezheng and Anne Hathaway were talking about the dish in front of them.

"That's good." Jessica finally smiled.

"Yes."

"So do you want to gamble again?" Tang De asked with a smile.

"Honey, try this." Jessica picked up a piece of pizza and handed it to Tang De. It was made by herself, with bacon, ham and cheese flavor.

After the two let go, they looked at each other, and the air instantly became ambiguous.

"I will go too, but I will just be there as an audience." Jessica shrugged: "After all, we can't expect the judges to rate Sin City as the best movie."

"Of course, of course I want to go, but you, you were not here when my movie won the award last year." Scarlett seemed to complain a little when talking about this.

"No, no more gambling." Scarlett stuck out her tongue and licked Tang De's earlobe: "You are a bad person. If you continue to gamble, I feel like I will call you daddy in public."

Many crew members were skeptical, but the crew of Sin City spread the details of the shooting so uncannily that many people felt that Tang De must have some kind of spirituality in him.

Tang De nodded: "Of course, what about you?"

"dad?"
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Two days later, Tang De and Jessica were sitting in her villa.

"I don't know, but I guess there will be no shortage of nominations."

The two hugged each other and then lay on the sofa.
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The next day, in a Chinese restaurant.

Tang De stared at her: "Thank you, Carmela will be very happy."

"If you like it, that's the best." Jessica sat gently on Tang De's lap, her thin fingers rubbing Tang De's neck.

Tang De gave her a mouthful and gave a thumbs up: "Great, my angel, this is so delicious, better than the ones in the store."

Tang De laughed and hugged Scarlett tightly into his arms: "Don't worry, I will definitely go to the Oscars this time. See you then, don't be too surprised."

"This dish is called Mapo Tofu."

Anne Hathaway followed Tang De's instructions and tasted each one, and then sighed: "It's great, Don. These dishes are so interesting and rich in flavor. They are much better than salads."

"Tang, you are really knowledgeable about Chinese cuisine."

"Hahaha." Tang De wiped his mouth: "I just think eating pizza and burgers every day is too boring, and don't you think eating delicious food will make you feel good?"

"Of course, it will be good, but I think the oil is a bit heavy and will make me feel a little guilty." Anne Hathaway looked at Tang De seriously: "You know, I am a vegetarian."

"I understand, but occasionally adding some greasy food can also make the fat on your body feel happier."

"You're so funny." Anne Hathaway smiled, put down her chopsticks, and held Tang De's hand: "Don, will you go to Oscar?"

"will go."

"Then are you prepared to be disappointed?"

"Why are you disappointed?" Tang De frowned.

"Although I think your movie will definitely be nominated, if it wins the award, to be honest, Ang Lee's "Brokeback Mountain", I think he has a better chance." Anne Hathaway is very rational.

Tang De smiled: "I don't think so."

Anne Hathaway raised her eyebrows: "Then which movie do you think will win?" "I don't know which movie will win, but "Brokeback Mountain" can't do it." Even with the help of the Weinstein brothers, it can't Award winning.

Because "Crash" also had Tang De's help.

As for the core of the discussion within the movie, "Crash" is undoubtedly richer than "Brokeback Mountain".

"Okay." Although Anne Hathaway disagreed, she did not continue to object to Tang De's words.

Tang De squeezed her hand: "Don't have confidence in me?"

"No..." Anne Hathaway laughed: "I just don't want you to be heartbroken by Oscar."

"Hahaha." Tang De kissed her cheek: "Don't worry, Annie, I won't be sad. There is only one person who can break my heart."

"What?" Anne Hathaway's pupils sparkled under the light.

"That's you." Tang De said seriously.

The next second, Anne Hathaway took the initiative to put her lips together.
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Oscar night is here as promised, and the red carpet is star-studded.

This time Tang De finally caught up with a normal Oscar. There were no demonstrations, no pauses, everything was the most shining moment.

When Tang De led the members of the Memoirs of a Geisha crew out of the car and onto the red carpet, they were suddenly illuminated by an endless sea of ​​flashing lights.

"Crack!"

"Kaka!"

The reporters frantically took pictures of everyone, but everyone in the venue was already immune to this kind of scene, so everyone kept smiling and moving forward.

Tang De is naturally the one who gets the most flashes, even Michelle Yeoh and other actresses can't compare to him.

This was because it was the first time for reporters to see the famous Hollywood star Good Luck Don De on the official red carpet.

After all, he rarely attends ceremonies, and when he does appear, it is within the ceremony, not on the red carpet.

Especially his photography exhibition is now well-known by almost everyone, and many dignitaries and celebrities are rushing to see the exhibition.

This makes him appear even more mysterious.

Therefore, reporters must take good photos of such a difficult-to-catch figure and then publish it.

After being bombarded by flash lights, Tang De took the lead in entering the auditorium.

In the auditorium, he met Quentin Tarantino, who was also attending the ceremony.

"Don! Long time no see!" Quentin gave him a big hug, and was photographed by reporters in the infield.

"What are you filming recently?" Quentin seems to have disappeared from Hollywood recently, and there is no news.

Quentin shook his head: "I'm preparing a thriller, but it won't start filming until the second half of the year. What about you? I saw your trailer for "Fifty Shades of Grey" and the sex scene in it is very good, especially the girl's." foot."

"Stop it, Quentin, I don't want to discuss a girl's feet with you in such a public place. That will be considered perverted by reporters."

"How can this be abnormal? This is art!" Quentin waved his hand vigorously, and Tang De also posed a simple pose beside him, allowing reporters to take pictures.

"It just doesn't fit the scene, but to be honest, I haven't decided what to shoot yet."

"I think you should pursue art. Although commercial films are indeed very profitable, don't you think that shooting this kind of film is very lackluster?" Quentin said with the air of an experienced person: "Commercial films are like waves when the tide rises. They are Only art films that truly represent you will be the shells left on the beach when the tide rises."

"You're right." Tang De smiled: "But I don't think it's time for me to make a personal movie."

"Hahaha, you are right. Damn it. You are still so young and you are about to shine at the Oscars, but an old man like me is still wasting your time."

"Come on." Tang De patted him on the shoulder: "Kill Bill will stay in film history forever, and so will your name."

"I hope so." Quentin smiled: "Although I didn't win any awards, it's not important. I had a great time shooting, and that's the most important thing."

Tang De covered his mouth with his hand: "Those bad old men don't like a woman screaming and killing like crazy with a knife. They only like to watch women dance ballet or suffer."

"Incisive, so incisive!" Quentin laughed uncontrollably. This laughter not only attracted the attention of reporters, but also the interview host.

"Hello, Tang." The host saw Tang De for the first time and immediately came over to interview him.

"Hello." As soon as Tang De finished speaking, he saw Quentin give him a gloating look and then walked towards the infield.

"Can I interview you with some questions? I believe many people are curious." The host is a black girl, but her attitude is very confident and generous.

Tang De shrugged: "No problem, you say."

"Okay, first question, there are many films selected this time, but I believe you should have seen some, so which one impressed you the most?"

Tang De smiled and said: "The one that impressed me the most is of course "Memoirs of a Geisha" because I shot it myself."

This answer is a bit unexpected, but it is reasonable.

The host immediately understood that Tang De was very tactful, and immediately adjusted his strategy and asked: "In addition to your movie, which movie do you most hope to be nominated for an award?"

"What prize?" Tang De asked.

"any."

"Of course it's "Little Miss Sunshine."" Tang De spread his hands and said, "Because I invested in it and I have high hopes for it."

The host felt that this guy was just a slippery loach, so he could only return to his usual routine and asked: "Okay, I have to say, you are really handsome. What are you wearing today?"

Tang De turned to look at the camera and pointed at his suit and watch: "This is Armani, this is Richard Mille."

It is estimated that after seeing this live broadcast clip, the two advertisers will definitely shout that it is a great value.

The host continued to ask: "Then what are your plans next?"

"Next, maybe take some time off and take a vacation because, you know, I just finished shooting a movie."

"Who are you going with?" A teasing smile appeared on the host's face: "Do you have a girlfriend?"

This problem is undoubtedly fatal. Although half of Tang De's confidante were at the Oscars, some were watching in front of the TV.

If he answered that he didn't have a girlfriend, he would definitely disappoint them, but if he answered that he did, it would push Tang De himself to a dead end.

But Tang De's smile never relaxed. With an absolutely serious look in his eyes and a gentle smile, he happily replied: "Of course I am going on vacation with my favorite family."

"That's great!" The host nodded and did not ask another question.

After the interview ended, Tang De's expression became slightly calm.

Although this sentence seems to have resolved the crisis, it actually only delays the crisis.

The definition of family is very broad, and he can make all women think that they are family members.

But there was no way to avoid the matter of vacation, so Tang De grinned, feeling that he would be busy next.

(End of this chapter)