Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 33 Unlucky Hawke
  Hawke was panicking now.

It was a large office with clear windows, but he didn't feel at all safe when he sat up. It felt like a sinister wind was rushing up from his feet, and it seemed like an evil spirit was coming to claim his life, making him involuntarily tighten his neck.

He was holding a thin piece of paper in his hand, with the sales volume of the past three days printed on it. He should have been happy, but his expression was as ugly as if he had taken a mouthful of thick Shit.

Because the above figures are shocking, sales plummeted by 40% compared to the previous period.

What kind of concept is this? It's like thousands of car accidents in New York in the past two days, which accurately killed all the men who wanted to buy magazines.

"FXXK! FXXK!" Hawke spat out a few curse words loudly, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and then he collapsed on the thick boss chair like mud.

His heart was pounding, his eyes were filled with stars, and he even felt like he was going to the hospital in the next second.

How can this be! He scratched his head and couldn't figure out what was going on. Did they not like Lisa anymore?
  how come?
  "Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!" The phone jumped on the table, and Hawke reached out to pick it up. The next moment, he heard the anxious voice of his subordinate.

"Editor-in-Chief! We have received many calls from readers complaining that the quality of our magazine has dropped a lot."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, what on earth did they say!" Hawke asked, straightening his crooked baseball cap.

"They said that what we filmed was... it was terrible anyway, and it didn't have the same feel as the previous episode at all."

"Some people also say that our aesthetics are too poor, and Lisa doesn't match that outfit at all!"

"In addition, some people asked us if we changed the photographer, and they felt that the style was completely inconsistent."

"In addition, they also said that Lisa was not in good condition. She seemed to have smoked too many leaves, and her expression looked terrible!"

"Okay, okay!" Hawke's weak heart couldn't accept so many bad reviews, so he could only stop his subordinates' voices: "Okay, I understand, don't worry, tell them we will correct it in the next issue!"

After hanging up the phone, Hawke just breathed a sigh of relief when a rude fat man rushed straight into the door.

"Hawk! Look what you did!"

"Boss!" Hawke stood up immediately, but then faced a storm of words from the boss.

In just ten minutes, he accepted no less than twenty FXXK, fifteen SHXT, and thirty-six GOD.

Until he walked out of the office, he was still a little confused.

Only when he was jolted by the cold wind did he remember that he was going to Tang De's house.

"Damn it! Why should I go and persuade him to come back!" Hawke complained, but his steps speeded up uncontrollably. For the sake of his own future, it was better to bring Dondella back as a photographer as soon as possible.

He drove the car at high speed, and the forty-minute drive suddenly took only twenty-five minutes to arrive at Tang De's house.

Hawke looked at the lighted window, took a deep breath, stepped up the steps, and rang the door bell.

"Ding dong!"

"Who?" Tang De was chatting with his agent Mike when he suddenly heard the ringing sound and was a little confused. He looked at his watch and it was already six o'clock in the evening. Could it be that Carmela and her two children had already returned from the park at this time?

He opened the door, only to find Hawke, the editor-in-chief of Newland.

"How did you come?"

Hawke burst in directly, walked to the living room with an awkward smile and said, "I...actually came to see you."

"Look at me?" Tang De frowned.

"Uh, yeah, hey, hello. I'm the editor-in-chief of the New York Underground, Hawke."

After Hawke came in, he found that there was already a serious-looking guest in a suit and leather, and he hurriedly said hello. Out of politeness, Mike had to respond: "Hello, I am Tang De's agent, Mike."

"Agent? What kind of agent? Photographer's agent? Hahaha, you really know how to joke." Hawke smiled and suddenly his expression dropped, then he turned to look at Tang De, and then at Mike, who looked serious. .

"Wait a minute, is it really the agent?" he asked.

Tang De shrugged: "Of course, that's right."

Mike also said: "Yes, Tang De has signed a management agreement with our CAA and will soon be responsible for directing Kelly Rowland's song MV."

"Okay, Kelly Rowland, who is that? A third-tier singer? When did CAA start accepting orders like this? Then one day, if I want to make music on a whim, can I also come to you?" Hawke He said it in a funny way.

However, the other two people were not smiling at all.

"Well, if you have such a need, you can, as long as you pay the packaging fee. Believe me, CAA's packaging service is definitely worth the money."

At this point, Mike couldn't help but correct Hawke's statement: "In addition, Kelly Rowland is not a third-tier singer, she is one of Destiny's Girls."

When he heard Destiny's Child, Hawke was stunned. Of course he was familiar with the name, he was also a fan! Although I only bought the album, I am also aware of Destiny's Child's influence in the United States.

That's a very popular girl group!
  So...Tang De is going to shoot a MV for Destiny's Child?

how can that be!

Hawke's brain was a little down for a moment, and he looked at the two people again and found that they were not joking at all.

"Then you still have time to take pictures... Uh, I mean, the magazine still has a position as a photographer. Are you free?"

Tang De shook his head, picked up an orange and peeled it: "Sorry, Hawke, I don't have time to shoot for the magazine now, just like I said before I left."

"Okay, okay." Hawke finally came out of the shock, mechanically turned towards the door, and turned back when he was about to open the door: "Tang De, will you participate in the Grammys in the future?"

Tang De laughed when he heard this: "Maybe, if I go, I will notify you, and you can see me on TV then."

"Okay, be sure to notify me."

Hawke raised his lips, then opened the door and walked out.

After his figure disappeared, Mike wondered: "What is he here for?"

"I don't know, maybe he wants to persuade me to go back? But why does it feel like he is absent-minded."

"Forget it, let's talk about the two days of shooting. The MV director this time is Tone..."

At the same time, Hawke outside the door was still eavesdropping on the conversation inside the house. When he heard the specific details of the MV shooting, he finally confirmed that this was not a lunatic performance, but that Tang De was indeed different. .

Hawke walked down the steps in despair, and suddenly received a call from Lisa.

"What should I do? Keep filming, don't worry, the next issue will be fine."

"What? My fault? You accused Tang De of being verbally violent to you!"

"Isn't the photo good? If your damn butt wasn't raised, why would there be so many negative comments! And why didn't you say that your expression management is a mess! It's artificial and embarrassing!"

"I'm going crazy! I'm going to lose my fucking job! I don't care whether you live or die!"

"Looking for Tang De to save you? Get lost! They've already filmed a MV for Destiny's Child! Who do you think you are! FXXKYOU!"

(End of this chapter)