American Gossip King

Chapter 290 Why am I always the one who has to change clothes?

Inside the banquet hall, Ian was still chatting with everyone.

At that moment, Ian said, "By the way, Pete, I remember Troy is about to start filming?"

Troy should have started much earlier, but perhaps due to differences in time and space, it was delayed and is only starting now.

Brad Pitt nodded: "Yes."

"Has the female lead been decided?" Ian asked.

Diane Kruger.

Ian waved his arm and said, "Helen was the most beautiful woman in ancient Greece, a femme fatale who sparked wars. I don't think Diane Kruger is qualified to play Helen. Let Jessica Alba play the role of the most beautiful woman!"

Brad Pitt said with a troubled expression, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? The people have already been chosen."

It's more accurate to say that you've already slept with her.

Brad Pitt not only starred in Troy, but was also the film's producer, wielding more power than director Wolfgang Petersen.

Ian looked at him: "I believe in your abilities, Pete! And I believe Warner Bros. won't refuse to give me this face."

Looking into Ian's deep eyes, Brad Pitt felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

He nodded helplessly: "Okay."

I can only apologize to Diane and make it up to her in other movies.

Or perhaps we could have Diane Kruger willingly climb into Ian Carr's bed?

Never mind, Brad Pitt couldn't bear to part with it.

Women who have slept with Ian Carl usually don't want to leave him.

Seeing that Brad Pitt had no objections, Ian turned and walked towards a woman, his face beaming with a warm smile: "Hi, Shirley!"

Sherry Lansing!

She was the first woman in Hollywood history to lead one of the eight major film studios, and a well-known powerful woman.

She is now the chairperson of Paramount Pictures, overseeing the entire company.

Upon seeing Ian approach, Shirley Lansing subtly frowned.

She gently shook her head: "I'm afraid of you, Ian. Every time you approach me, I feel a chill run down my spine!"

"Don't be like that, Shirley." Ian stood beside Shirley Lansing with a smile. "Although Viacom and I aren't exactly friends, business is business."

"So what do you want to buy this time?" Shirley simply crossed her arms and looked at Ian.

"No." Ian shook his head. "I heard your 'Mean Girls' movie is going to start filming?"

Shirley Lansing slapped her forehead: "I knew it. I've already used Amanda, and the rest of the staff are all booked. Please stop shoving your girls into my room, okay?"

Ian shrugged helplessly: "It's just a chat. I want to give Megan Fox, Cressy, and Barbara a chance. You know they're nice girls. It's not a big deal."

Shirley Lansing was speechless: "You don't only have this movie. How about I find some from your other works?"

"The premise is that I have confidence in those films and television shows," Ian replied.

Besides Mean Girls, Paramount doesn't know what other famous movies they'll make next year.

Shirley Lansing didn't dare to offend Ian too much, so she thought for a moment and said, "I'll think about it."

Ian nodded.

Shirley Lansing then walked away.

She walked out of the grand banquet hall, pacing back and forth in thought.

For her, taking on two roles is a piece of cake.

The problem is that Ian Carl and Viacom have a very bad relationship, and if Somerset Stone knew that he was working with Ian in this way, she certainly wouldn't be happy.

An excellent manager not only needs to make money for the boss, but also needs to know how not to offend the boss. Sometimes the latter is more important!

Somerset Stone gritted his teeth at Ian Carl. He might not be afraid of Ian Carl, but he was afraid of himself!

If you offend Ian Carr like this, who knows if his next target for smear campaigns will be you or Paramount Pictures?

Which movie production doesn't have some shady dealings?

Whether it's corporate management or film production, all sorts of problems will arise. With Ian Carl's methods, it would be too easy for him to collect this information. He might even have it right now, but he just hasn't released it yet.

What should I do?

As a powerful woman capable of managing a large film company, she quickly came up with an idea.

She took out her phone and whispered a few instructions.

Not long after, two girls arrived in a hurry.

Lindsay Lohan and Rachel McAdams were dressed quite elegantly, clearly excited to attend such a grand event.

The two arrived at the banquet hall and, upon seeing Shirley Lansing, respectfully greeted her, "Ms. Lansing, is there anything I can help you with?"

Shirley Lansing called the two girls aside to a corner and whispered, "Ian Carl wants a role from Mean Girls!"

Both girls' faces changed simultaneously: "Oh my God!"

Rachel McAdams asked urgently, "Are you going to give him my role?"

Lindsay Lohan, only 17 years old, was young and spoke more directly: "Ms. Lansing, you can't do this, we have a contract."

Shirley Lansing's expression changed. Pointing at the young girl, she said, "Shut up! Don't mention contracts to me! In Hollywood, no one is unafraid of Ian Carr. He could ruin Sharon Stone's reputation even in Iraq! Nobody wants to mess with him! He's a madman, a rich and fearless madman. But luckily, at least he likes women, not men!"

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The two girls stared blankly at Shirley Lansing.

In that instant, they understood.

Rachel McAdams whispered, "So we're going to sleep with him?"

Shirley Lansing crossed her arms: "I've given you your chance. The only thing you can do is make him change his mind. He's in there right now. Whether you throw wine or something else, it's up to you. Oh, and by the way, there's a whole bunch of pretty girls in the hall eyeing him, wanting to get into his bed. While Ian's still talking about work and it's not the right time to make a move, you'd better hurry up and seize the opportunity, otherwise you won't have a chance to get into his bed."

She looked at the two of them: "He's at least a young and handsome guy, with good stamina, and he doesn't have sadomasochistic tendencies, which is good news... If he's interested in me, I wouldn't mind accompanying him."

With that, she turned and left.

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"No! I will never get involved in film production; that's not my area of ​​expertise."

Inside the banquet hall, Ian Carr was still chatting casually with Howard Stringer of Fox and Jon Fehrheimer of Lionsgate.

He stated unequivocally that he would absolutely not take a slice of the pie, adding, "I'll only invest, using the copyright and promotion, and occasionally adding some artists. Oh, by the way, Mr. Philheimer, I heard you're about to produce the movie 'The Day After Tomorrow'? Could I invest in it? And maybe even get one or two actors involved?"

Jon Fehrheimer laughed and said, "Investment matters need to be discussed by the board of directors. As for actors, you should ask Roland Emmerich. I never get involved in his affairs."

You all say that, as if you have great respect for artists.

Ian laughed, "I believe he'll accept it. Roland Emmerich is an excellent director; he excels at disaster films and has a unique, youthful aesthetic—it's fantastic!"

Jon Fehrheimer felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard.

Fake!

Ian Karl!

I had no idea Roland Emmerich had this kind of quirk!

Well, I should say, how many people in Hollywood don't have this habit?

He knew Ian Carl wouldn't talk nonsense, so he could only nod: "Your media influence is significant, and I believe the board will accept your investment; it's a win-win situation. As for the actors... how many roles do you need?"

Just as Ian Carl was about to say that one would be enough, two girls walked over from behind.

Is it them?

Ian Carl thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "It seems there's only one important young female character for the day after tomorrow? But I want at least two."

Jon Fehrheimer immediately replied, "What about other movies? It would be an important role!"

Ian smiled slightly: "No problem."

Then he turned and walked toward Lindsay Lohan and Rachel McAdams, his glass wobbling slightly as the drink splashed onto the two girls.

Ian smiled. "Oh, sorry, I accidentally spilled some. Can I have a chance to atone for my mistake?"

The two girls looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ian shrugged.

Why am I always the one who has to change clothes?

(End of this chapter)