Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 41 Boss Face
  The one million dollars promised by Henry was soon completed in the supreme creative capital under the witness of Kirk's lawyer and the Heinz Group's lawyer.

When Tang De shook hands with Henry and sent him out of the door of Supreme Creative Company, he saw that Jimmy's feet were floating when he walked.

He couldn't help but tease: "Jimmy, are you going to fly?"

"Yeah! Fly!" Jimmy imitated Michael Jackson's dance moves in a funny way, then screamed and said excitedly: "Donde! You are so awesome! One million dollars! We are going to be prosperous!"

"So, what are you going to do?" Tang De asked with a slightly test-like tone.

"Of course, buy a car first!" Jimmy waved his hands: "Then we will decorate the company luxuriously and recruit some beautiful girls! With the remaining money, we can rent a large venue as a photo studio! Wow, it's so cool Got it!"

But Tang De poured cold water on him: "No, Jimmy, remember one sentence, never treat investors' money as your own."

"What do you mean?"

Tang De tapped his fingers on the corner of the table: "Investors' money must be used for the company, not for ourselves. I have already made arrangements for this money and am going to use 800,000 for advertising."

"Advertising?" Jimmy couldn't believe it: "Does it cost so much?"

"Of course, we want to make our name famous immediately, even if we spend all the money, we just need to let major companies know about our company. Eight hundred thousand is already very little." Tang De knew the importance of marketing and planned to borrow the help of everyone in the Internet era. The publicity strategy of major manufacturers is to use short and brainwashing advertisements to establish the reputation of supreme creativity.

"We will constantly display our company's advertisements in squares, office building screens, and roadside billboards. Just one sentence, repeated three times."

"What advertising slogan are you going to use?" Jimmy became curious after hearing this.

Tang De touched the stubble on his chin: "Supreme Creativity, the top creative supplier in the United States!"

Not only the lines, but also the form of the advertisement should be concise and brainwashing. Tang De's initial idea was to use computers to produce it, plus cutouts of real people.

“It sounds awesome, but doesn’t it feel a bit exaggerated?”

"No, no, no, this is the true description. Our company will focus on the creative production of the top companies in the industry, rather than playing small and small like the Lions."

"Okay, that's all up to you. Tang De, you know me, I'm very troubled every time I think of an idea. I can be troubled for a long time about choosing a dance partner."

"Don't worry, I'm here." Tang De shook the car keys. Unfortunately, mobile phones have not yet become intelligent, otherwise the short video advertisement would be a big killer.

But that’s fine. When you have enough capital to do these things, you will definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

After talking about the advertising matter, Tang De found that Jimmy suddenly became silent for a long time, a little depressed, and his words were also a little hesitant. After thinking about it for a while, he immediately understood what he was thinking.

So he said: "As for the remaining 200,000 dollars of investment, Jimmy, please help me spend it. First buy a car worth less than 100,000 dollars for the company to use. It should be low-key. Then spend tens of thousands of dollars on decoration, it doesn't need to be too much." For multiple workstations, just buy more phone numbers. We will eventually recruit ten customer service staff.”

"Customer service? Is she the kind of girl with a big voice and a sweet voice?" Jimmy suddenly became energetic when he heard this, as if a switch had been triggered.

Tang De didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy was indeed controlled by his lower body, but he really got one thing right.

"That's right, the voice must be sweet, the sweeter the better, preferably the one that's so sweet that it's so sweet that it's sweet to the core!"

"Don't worry, leave everything to me, I'm good at this!"

"That's it, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After explaining the company's affairs, Tang De drove to Faith Music Company. It was Sluo who called him and said that Boss Faith wanted to see him and needed him to do a simple favor.

Fez, Tang De has heard this name countless times, whether it is from Badman or Raymond.

It seems that no matter who he is, they all say that he is a perfect lover, the kind who can fight for a woman.

This is different from Tang De's impression of those tough guys who regard women as clothes.

So he has always been quite curious.

But the main reason for meeting this time was because Sluo helped him solve a problem. Since he opened his mouth, he always wanted to help with a little help.

However, when he drove to Face Music Company and followed Slow inside, he felt something was wrong.

There are many black people wandering around the halls and corridors. They are either holding knives in their hands to trim their nails, or they are leaning against the wall smoking and looking around with wary eyes. Some even stand in the corner with guns.

This was Tang De's first time seeing such a complete range of gun models.

His brows suddenly furrowed. This environment made him feel very insecure, as if he was walking in an area under military jurisdiction in Myanmar.

Is this what the black gang boss looks like? Some are beyond Tang De's imagination.

"Suluo..." He asked in a low voice. When Suluo turned around and asked, "What happened?"

Sluo shrugged: "Don't worry, it has nothing to do with you, it's just that Boss Feisi and the others are fighting with the Wild Dogs."

Wild dog? Gangs from the south?

Tang De suddenly remembered the police he met while driving with Jimmy that day. Hey, it turned out that Faith's gang was a participant in that shootout!
  Soon, he saw Boss Faith in Badman's original office, but Badman and Raymond were not there at the moment, and the bright and clean office was now smoky.

Even Badman's collection of Cuban cigars was roughly held in Faith's hand and he took a big puff.

Fortunately, they are now touring other cities, otherwise Badman would definitely be heartbroken.

But now it was too late to think about Badman. Tang De was directly pressed on the sofa by two black guys, looking directly at Faith.

Faith was bald, tall and thick, with tattoos all over his body. Tang De even saw the Chinese word above his head: Crossed Ox.

Cha Niu? Fork steak?

Oh no, that’s awesome. Damn it, why is this tattoo artist doing the tattoo backwards?
  Tang De tried his best to suppress his overly jumping thoughts, but fortunately Boss Face spoke the next second to bring his thoughts back.

"Tonde, are you not white?"

"No, Faith, I'm mixed-race, my father is Chinese."

Faith nodded, and his serious face relaxed a little: "That's good, as long as it's not those damn white-skinned pigs. I hate the smell of them."

After a pause, Faith continued: "I called you here because Raymond said that your shooting skills are very good and I want to do something with you."

(End of this chapter)