Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 434 Tang Wen: So you were just lusting after my body!

Carmen Keyes was good-looking and had a pleasant voice; the two chatted for almost half an hour without realizing it.

Seeing that it was almost time, Tang Wen picked up the cup of black tea in front of him.

Carmen Keyes kept talking.

Foreign women simply don't understand the etiquette of serving tea and seeing guests off.

Tang Wen had nothing else to do, so he didn't ask her to leave. He listened quietly to her talk until it was almost five o'clock before saying, "Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

Okay, now you understand it's time to leave.

"it is good!"

Carmen readily agreed.

Tang Wen was slightly taken aback, thinking to himself: Does this woman have something else going on?
However, since the words have already been spoken, having a meal together won't hurt.

The restaurant was dimly lit, and when the dishes were served, Carmen barely touched her chopsticks, taking only a few bites from beginning to end.

I did have two glasses of wine.

Under the lights, she kept staring at Tang Wen, her eyes full of smiles, completely unlike her usual aloof supermodel self.

"What? Is there something on my face?" Tang Wen deftly finished two steaks and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

My gaze met hers.

Carmen didn't flinch; instead, she became even bolder, her eyes sparkling like a woman seeing jewels: "I brought you a gift from New York. Could you come with me back to the hotel later?"

Tang Wen: ...No, is this gift of yours even proper?

He glanced at the time; it was only seven o'clock. He nodded.

After leaving the restaurant, I accompanied Carmen to her Hilton hotel.

Click.

Close the door.

With Tang Wen leaning against the door, Carmen turned around impatiently, and their eyes met.

Director Tang finally understood that the gifts were all fake.

This woman is just lusting after her own body.

Carmen Keyes, who works in the modeling world, knows that playing hard to get or feigning reluctance won't work when dealing with a Hollywood mogul like Donald Tang.

She stepped forward, her fingertips lightly touching her chest, and her red lips parted slightly: "Director Tang, do you think I'm qualified to be your assistant?"

"It's hard to say." Tang Wen exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze falling on her slightly damp hair.

Carmen's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly smiled again, though a hint of defiance lingered in her eyes.

Tang Wen casually tossed aside his cigar, stretched out his long arms, and picked her up.

It's fine if you're not convinced.

If they're not convinced, they need to be properly disciplined and taught a lesson...

Outside the window, the lights were on.

Sweat soaked Carmen's hair, and the defiant look in her eyes had been completely shattered.

All that remained was amazement and fascination.

Tang Wen's gaze remained unchanged: This woman is bold, daring to strip and reveal herself, showing her ambition.

What resources do they want from keeping me by their side?
"You said before that you wanted to go back to the country to run for parliament?"

Carmen's eyes changed, becoming somewhat mournful.

Is this the bigwig in Hollywood?
You haven't even put your pants on yet, and you're already going back to your country.

“I reckon you’ll have a hard time getting elected,” Tang Wen paused, then offered a hint: “Although I don’t know who gave you that promise or confidence, I still dare to say that.”

"Why?" Carmen looked up at him, her brows furrowed slightly.

"Because you have nothing but a little fame."

"Isn't reputation the greatest asset? We are a small country."

“Reputation and fame are not the same.” Tang Wen turned to look at her: This woman is not suitable to have by his side, but if she knows what’s good for her, he can give her some pointers.

Silence fell in the bedroom.

A breeze blew in from the terrace, and Carmen, having finished her daydreaming, came to her senses and remembered the stories she had heard about Tang Wen.

It is said that he has other talents besides film in California.

Nicole Kidman's Oscar for Best Actress was the result of his behind-the-scenes efforts.

Carmen patiently leaned down and gently kissed him...

A night of passion.

Carmen, as a supermodel, was indeed well-prepared and willing to invest heavily.

From the moment they met until now, only a few hours have passed.

But she gave all she could.

She then nestled softly in Tang Wen's arms, saying nothing, only blinking her captivating eyes as she stared at him.

She was gambling that Heidi Klum was right.

Tang Wen is not a stingy person; he won't renege on his promises after he's done them.

"I'm leaving."

Upon hearing this, Carmen bit her lip, trying to mentally prepare herself: It's not a loss, it's not a loss at all. He's so handsome, a big star, and so amazing. I'm not losing out at all.

A few minutes later, Tang Wen finished dressing, and Carmen got up to see him off, her gaze complicated.

As they approached the door, Tang Wen changed his shoes and said, "If you want to be a member of parliament in Europe, you definitely need connections in America. If you're willing, I'll arrange for you to join a women's rights organization and introduce you to two members of parliament... Hmm, as for me, you can be my personal secretary for a while when you have time."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Carmen was overjoyed and immediately squatted down to help Tang Wen tie his shoelaces.

Tang Wen patted her hair, then opened the door and left.

A dull, unremarkable day has come to an end.

The next day, the morning sun shone on the sycamore-lined avenues of Beverly Hills as I finished my morning exercise.

Tang Wen arrived at the film set by car and began filming "Mr. & Mrs. Smith" as usual.

A blonde beauty with a supermodel figure arrived at the film set promptly at 3 p.m.

She wore sunglasses, a trench coat, and her high heels made a crisp sound on the floor.

"Hello, I have an appointment with Director Tang."

"this way please."

After giving directions, the assistant on set stared at her back for a long time.

"That woman is really hot!"

"I bet she's a model."

"What do you think she came to see the director for?"

"Hehe, is that even a question?"

"I hope I can be a director in my next life."

"..."

In the temporary office on set, Tang Wen met Ivanka.

The latter looked at Tang Wen with a hint of surprise: "You're even more handsome than I see on TV!"

"You are even more beautiful than I imagined."

The two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere in the room became harmonious.

"According to the information, your father is Mr. Dong, and your family runs a real estate company in New York? Why do you want to come to Hollywood?"

“I admire the art of film. I have high hopes for your future.” Ivanka was somewhat reserved, captivated by Tang Wen’s appearance.

Tang Wen smiled slightly, "Let's talk about your career plans."

Born into a wealthy family and with experience in the modeling industry, Ivanka has some genuine talent.

She has a good personality and isn't a spoiled rich girl.

Overall, her recent goal is to take advantage of her youth, make a name for herself in Hollywood for a few years, and achieve something.

If that doesn't work, then needless to say, he'll go home and take over the family fortune.

In fact, from the moment she walked in the door, Tang Wen had already decided to hire her.

However, the questions that needed to be asked still needed to be asked. After the conversation, no conclusion was given immediately; she was simply told to go back and wait for the results.

At Facebook headquarters, Tang Wen and Sun Chao listened to an online presentation about "Saw 3".

After the launch of online marketing.

Saw 3 simultaneously launched its pre-sale for box office tickets.

Stimulated by Facebook topic groups, likes, and other activities.

In just one week, pre-sale box office revenue has exceeded 1800 million US dollars!
Everyone at Galaxy Entertainment was thrilled.

Warner Bros., the distributor, was taken aback.

I don't know which part of the process produced such an extraordinary publicity effect.

We only found out about Facebook and related activities after we sent people to conduct a survey.

After the employee who had given the report left, Sun Chao looked at Tang Wen and said:

"Among the prizes for the event, the most popular ones are your autographed CDs and discs. Mr. Tang, you've worked so hard. Please sign more when you have time, we'll need them later."

"Alright, I've really had a lot to do..."

Before he could finish speaking, Robert, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, dragged himself in and collapsed onto the sofa.

"Where did you go having fun last night?"

Robert looked at Tang Wen speechlessly: "Buddy, I made plans with the Academy yesterday to help you get the Oscars for Best Actor, Best Actress, and Best Supporting Actress! I'm so tired, it should count as a work injury!"

After saying that, he pretended to hold his lower back and gasped for breath.

Tang Wen smiled and said, "I'll give you two more bottles of tiger bone wine when I return to Tiger's Head!"

"Tang, I'm an expert now. I've heard that tiger bone wine is not as good as tiger penis wine."

Tang Wen's lips twitched: "Sure thing, as long as we achieve our goal for this year's Oscars, we'll definitely find a way to buy you a bottle."

That's all for the casual conversation.

Sun Chao closed the office door, brought up the backend on the screen, and checked the relevant data of a UK account:

"This is Hawking's browsing history. Recently, we have been pushing a lot of female users to him, and based on the time spent on the page, we have further filtered out his aesthetic preferences."

It's certain that she's a tall, aloof, and beautiful woman, which perfectly matches his aesthetic.

In the past few days, we arranged for people to create several fan accounts, pretending to be Charlize Theron's fans.

Her homepage is filled with her beautiful photos, stills from her dramas, and related news.

The photo resolution was set to the highest level.

The related news reports how difficult and resilient Charlize Theron's journey has been.

Her story, in particular, was highlighted: she studied ballet in her youth but had to give it up due to a leg injury.

Sun Chao spoke for a while and then concluded, "So far, the results are good. He has started actively searching for terms related to Theron on search engines."

"That means it's effective. Let's increase the intensity."

Sun Chao agreed and reminded him, "Hawking's situation is special, and we can't make a judgment, but you should think about it in light of your own circumstances."

"What?" Tang Wen raised an eyebrow.

"It's human nature to be fickle. He was drawn to Theron by someone, but that might not last long."

Tang Wen nodded: That's true. In the era of short videos, liking five videos in three minutes is considered a small number...

"Don't worry, I've already made arrangements." Tang Wen patted him on the shoulder: "I've also made arrangements for the offline part."

Oxford, England.

Several billboards near Hawking's house have, at some point, been replaced with advertisements for Charlize Theron's beauty products.

As a theorist, Hawking began giving lectures everywhere since the publication of "A Brief History of Time".

Despite his physical disability, he possessed a strong will and had an extraordinary life.

It is extremely famous and popular worldwide.

He gave a lecture at the University of London that day.

During the Q&A session, a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed girl with long legs was given the opportunity to ask a question.

A commotion broke out among the male students in the back row.

I never expected such a beautiful girl to be interested in theoretical physics.

Do parallel universes exist outside our own?

The first question revealed that she was only at the amateur level.

Hawking answered as usual.

Two questions have been resolved.

The girl raised her voice slightly: "I admire you very much and want to know more about you. I'd like to ask what your usual entertainment activities are? Do you have any favorite movies or movie stars you admire?"

The question is somewhat inappropriate.

It's an academic lecture, after all; why bring up personal matters?

But this world has always favored pretty girls.

The first name that flashed through Hawking's mind was "Charlize Theron".

However, it was rejected the next second.

As a scientist, he didn't want people to think he was superficial or that his tastes were the same as the general public's.

So he replied by typing: "I often read books and watch movies. As for movies, I recommend Star Trek and the Star Wars series. Thank you for your question."

The pretty girl seemed dissatisfied with the answer and wanted to ask more questions.

But the host had already called on the next person, so she had no choice but to sit down.

Subsequently, wherever Hawking went, many people would deliberately raise questions related to "entertainment movies, female stars, and Hollywood".

During the speech, there were always people filming and recording it.

But after a few games...

Aside from mentioning a few Star Trek actors, Hawking didn't say anything praising Charlize Theron.

There wasn't even a single related expression...

The screen emitted a soft light.

After reading the email, Tang Wen shook his head inwardly: Time is running out.

News didn't spread as quickly back then as it does in later times.

If Hawking doesn't utter a famous quote to "praise" Theron, this tactic won't work in this award race.

"What's Hawking's schedule next?" Tang Wen sent a message to Zhang Hongbing.

"A speech at New York University."

After thinking for a while, Tang Wen asked again, "The specific time? The duration? Do you know Hawking's schedule?"

Zhang Hongbing across from him twitched his eyelids and couldn't help but remind Tang Wen, "He's a world-renowned scholar!"

"You're overthinking it." Tang Wen was more cautious than anyone else. He couldn't bear to give up his wealth and status.

Zhang Hongbing: "The speech will be at 3:30 pm. Due to his physical condition, the speech will last for about half an hour to an hour."

After thinking for a while, Tang Wen said, "Let's do it this way..."

Before we knew it, it was time for Hawking to give his lecture at New York University.

After his lunch break, Hawking arrived on campus, only to receive bad news: the auditorium where he was to give the lecture was suddenly leaking, and the problem was quite serious.

The repairman said it would take two hours to fix.

New York University is a renowned institution of higher learning.

Other classrooms and auditoriums suitable for speeches are temporarily unavailable.

After negotiation, they had no choice but to ask him to wait.

At 5:30 p.m., Hawking, who was already showing signs of fatigue, finally began his speech.

More than forty minutes later, the speech ended and the Q&A session began.

Hawking mustered his strength to cope.

At this point, his willpower and self-control had already declined significantly.

A tall, aloof-looking woman stood up and asked:
"Mr. Hawking, hello. I am a physics enthusiast. I know that Professor Einstein has a widely circulated analogy about relativity."

If you sit next to a beautiful girl, even an hour will feel like only a minute; but if you sit on a blazing stove, even a minute will feel like an hour. That's the theory of relativity.

Do you have a similar expression for parallel universes?

(End of this chapter)