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

Chapter 233 Tang is so outstanding, he must be one of us! (1st update)
Why does Tang look different in these photos?

Shirley Lansing had seen the photos before and at the time just thought he was incredibly handsome.

There was no psychological impact.

"He's so handsome!"

A female executive blurted it out.

People around them glanced at them.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense.

Shirley Lansing smiled and said, "It's really good."

The female executive breathed a sigh of relief.

Harvey frowned, cursing inwardly: "What a woman who only cares about looks!" Fortunately, Shirley is capable of great things.

Unexpectedly, the next second Shirley Lansing said, "Don, do you have Jewish ancestry?"

Harvey's body stiffened: This is outrageous!

Did I upload the wrong photo?

He quickly turned around and stared at the screen, then his pupils dilated in shock.

"No..."

The words of rejection were on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself from saying them.

That does feel similar.

"Hiss!" Harvey immediately shook his head and said loudly, "No, no, Tang is Chinese! How could he have noble Jewish blood!"

Tang Wen snatched the copyright of "Hero" from him, and the two had a direct conflict of interest.

Harvey is able to remain rational.

But the others in the meeting room frowned, a sense of unease rising within them.

The female executive spoke up: "No, I've overseen ancestry tracing work before. I remember there was a Jewish lineage that eventually settled in the Central Plains of China."

"Impossible! Fake news! Absolutely fake news!" Harvey exclaimed, both shocked and furious.

He had a falling out with Disney, and now his biggest asset is his lineage.

If Tang Wen is also like that, how can he possibly acquire Galaxy Entertainment?

Looking at the handsome face on the screen, the female executive became even more certain, and her voice rose several octaves:
"I'm sure I've read the relevant documents and materials!"

“That doesn’t prove anything!” Harvey retorted. “China is so big, with over a billion people, how could it be such a coincidence!”

The questioning was deafening.

Most people nodded in agreement, agreeing with him.

The female executive had no evidence, yet she spoke with absolute certainty:
"Coincidence?! No, it's not a coincidence. As everyone here knows, we Jewish people are naturally gifted in the arts!"

If Tang didn't have Jewish ancestry, how could he have achieved so much at such a young age?!

The male executives looked at each other in bewilderment.

Is that even a reason?
Harvey was so angry his hands were trembling: "You, you, you... There are so many people in China, even geniuses occasionally appear!"

"Ha!" The female executive crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and looked at Harvey with disdain.

The latter was both angry and regretful, realizing he shouldn't have posted Tang Wen's photo.

This woman must have her eye on this pretty boy!

"cough"

Shirley Lansing suddenly cleared her throat.

Everyone's attention immediately shifted to her.

“I just checked, and there is indeed a Jewish group that migrated into the Central Plains of China hundreds of years ago.”

Harvey's heart jumped.

Sherry, you're the CEO, you need to calm down!

You can't judge a book by its cover!

"And Tang's hometown happens to be in the Central Plains of China."

"Clap clap clap clap!" The female executive stood up and applauded: "Ms. Lansing, there aren't that many coincidences in the world. Congratulations! You've discovered another outstanding talent for our Jewish consortium!"

The executives present today all had Jewish ancestry. They exchanged glances and then stood up to applaud.

Shirley Lansing smiled, not directly agreeing, but saying suggestively, "We Jews are the best people in the world!"

The implication is that Tang, being so outstanding, must have Jewish ancestry.

"That's right!"

"That's it"

"I have read very objective scientific reports, and that is indeed the case."

Harvey was stunned; the turn of events had come too suddenly for him to accept.

Just a few minutes ago, Tang Wen was supposed to be placed on the Jewish dining table.

Should we invite him to take a seat now?

"No, no, no, this is insane! I absolutely refuse to admit it!"

Harvey clutched his heart and screamed.

Shirley Lansing raised her eyebrows, her eyes sharp: "Harvey, you've fallen out with Disney."

That's only half the story.

Harvey understood: You've already fallen out with Disney, are you going to offend Paramount now?
Harvey is a big shot among celebrities.

But compared to the Hollywood Big Eight, he's nothing special.

The female executive immediately added, "Harvey, Galaxy Entertainment's value far surpasses that of Miramax."

Other executives echoed: "Most of Miramax's shares are held by Disney."

These words were like a knife, piercing Harvey's fragile heart.

As the founder of Miramax, he could potentially be ousted by Disney.

"You, you..."

Harvey's mind was buzzing; he didn't understand.

He had been warmly welcomed by everyone at Paramount when he arrived.

The scene of vibrant life and flourishing things is still before our eyes.

In just twenty minutes, this place has become my place of defeat?

When he came to his senses again, he was already sitting in the car, and he didn't even know how he left Paramount.

"Find out where Tang has been recently seen," Shirley Lansing instructed.

I don't know that the entry for "Strong Affinity (★★★)" has already made a difference.

At this moment, they had just stepped onto the yacht.

"Mr. Tang, the bathtub was cleaned and the water changed today... Dinner is prepared as follows..."

The female crew member greeted her with a beaming smile, her eyes filled with admiration and her tone brimming with sincerity.

"Thank you."

A simple thank you message visibly moved the female crew member.

He seemed ready to do anything for Tang Wen.

Tang Wen felt half relieved; the female crew member's behavior was a bit over the top, but not too exaggerated.

It seems that she sees herself as an idol she genuinely wants to get close to.

Arriving at the bedroom door, I pushed it open and went inside.

The sound of running water filled the bathroom. Huang Shengyi was washing up when he heard the noise and poked his head out.
"Brother, eh?"

She widened her eyes.

"What?" Tang Wen didn't know what she had figured out.

Huang Shengyi walked out of the bathroom with water droplets still on her face and looked around curiously.

"Is there something on my face?"

Tang Wen's tone remained normal.

"A little."

He raised his hand to touch his face, but Huang Shengyi pulled him back.

"He is kind of handsome."

Tang Wen laughed: "Where did you learn that?"

"Hehe, what they said is true! How come you've become even more handsome after just a few hours?" Huang Shengyi exclaimed in amazement.

"I think you see beauty in the eye of the beholder."

"Then brother, look at me, have I become Xi Shi?" Huang Meiren swayed her slender waist.

He pinched her fair cheek and said, "I need to take a good look at this."

After saying that, he picked the person up.

Huang Shengyi turned pale: "Brother, brother, it hurts, it hurts."

She woke up this afternoon with sore and painful thighs, and it took her three minutes to walk the short distance to the bathroom.

"Where does it hurt?" Tang Wen asked, suppressing his thoughts.

Huang Shengyi pointed to his thigh.

"Let me rub it for you."

"No, it hurts if I touch it."

"Find a masseuse?"

"Hmm, okay." Huang Shengyi also secretly resented her body for not being able to cooperate.

Tang Wen called for help.

The two of them started cuddling together inside the house.

He kept reaching out his fingers to gently stroke Huang Meiren's lips.

His eyes were deep and meaningful: "Baby, your lips are more beautiful than roses in May."

"Hehehe, no, not really!" Huang Meiren laughed foolishly.

Having only recently experienced archery, she only thought her brother was really good at praising people.

I was unaware that my brother already intended to shift the battlefield.

Tang Wen didn't explain. Looking at her fair face, pink lips and pearly teeth, he liked her more and more.

After dinner, Huang Shengyi went to the second bedroom for a massage.

He turned on his computer to process domestic emails.

The "Celebrity Visit to 100 Schools" campaign is showing initial results.

In addition to promoting upcoming TV dramas, it also gives celebrities a chance to get closer to their fans.

They also promoted "Infernal Affairs 2".

More than forty days after its release, the film saw a surge in box office revenue yesterday, defying the market trend.

The total revenue was 419 million!
President Han was overjoyed and sent Tang Wen a special email: You're really good at coming up with clever ideas for publicity! Tang Wen smiled slightly: It's just basic stuff.

But as he continued reading, his expression stiffened again:
Your photo album was all over the internet, and some old guys in China said you were an unprofessional director.

They accused you of being arrogant, saying your new film, co-starring with Fan Bingbing, is going to Cannes to compete for awards, calling it overestimating yourself...

These people are incompetent.

But all he wanted was to hang his competitors.

"Tap tap tap," Tang Wen tapped lightly on the keyboard, sending an email to Robert.

Inquire about the progress of the public relations efforts with the Cannes organizers.

The news that "Peacock" was going to Cannes to compete for awards was revealed a month or two ago.

Tang Wen was then criticized by several veteran directors in China for being arrogant.

The lead actress, Fan Xiaopang, was also criticized for having no acting skills.

At that time, Tang Wen wanted to embarrass them, so he encouraged Fan Bingbing to respond directly.

Seeing that she dared to talk back, those people chased after her and continued to hurl insults.

If it weren't for genuine trust in Tang Wen, Fan Xiaopang, a young actor, would have given up long ago.

Next year's Cannes Film Festival will be held in May.

Tang Wen certainly couldn't wait until next year to launch a counterattack.

That would take far too long.

Fan Bingbing is just a second-tier celebrity; she can't handle it.

He plans to lobby the Cannes organizers.

I'll get an early invitation from the Cannes Film Festival organizers to attend next year's festival!
This is not wishful thinking.

There are many precedents.

Take the Chinese poet Chen as an example, ever since his "Farewell My Concubine" won the Palme d'Or.

He was thus deeply loved by the presidents of the Cannes jury in succession.

The Cannes Film Festival organizers invited him several times to bring his new film to the festival.

However, those new films were disappointing and failed to win any awards.

To put it bluntly, there is competition among the three major European film festivals.

There are only so many good directors in the world.

Good movies that have a profound impact are even more limited.

Without attracting talent and engaging in competition, film festivals fear they will gradually decline.

The email was sent.

A dozen minutes later, Tang Wen received a call from Robert.

Without much small talk, Robert went straight to the point: the public relations efforts were stalled.

"Where did it get stuck?" Tang Wen asked calmly.

Cannes is a film festival jointly initiated by the French Association for Art Action, the Ministry of Industry, and the Ministry of Commerce.

Robert hired an international broker and used US dollars to try and smooth things over within the arts association.

Unexpectedly, he was rebuffed.

He rambled on and on for a long time.

Tang Wen understood: "The French Arts Association thinks I'm not qualified enough?"

"Yes, that's roughly the idea."

Have they been active in the United States recently?

"Uh, Tang, what do you want to do?"

"Why don't you ask around and see if they have any? I'm finishing filming here and need to move on to another location. I'll have a few days to rest."

“Okay.” Robert was particularly concerned about Tang Wen’s matter.

Tang Wen didn't take this difficulty seriously.

In the past, he wouldn't have had any good solutions either.

After all, even using US dollars to pave the way didn't work, so what could he do?

Well now.

He glanced at the entry for "Strong Affinity (★★★)".

Hmm, how about learning French?
From now on, those Gallic artists will definitely consider me one of their own.

What if I can't understand their local dialect? That wouldn't be good, would it?
Anyway, it's not difficult to learn.

Just memorize the words and add some dots, that's all.

Looking back, he started thinking about how he would be proven wrong.

Those old-timers in the film industry who are criticizing themselves.

It's a struggle for self-interest.

His movies are incredibly successful at the box office.

The domestic market is worth one billion.

Tang Wen opened his mouth wide, wishing he could eat half of it in a year.

It would be strange if you didn't get scolded.

Tang Wen walked down to the second floor and saw the female masseuse coming out of the second bedroom.

"Hello, sir, do you need my service?"

"No need. Inside?"

"The young lady is asleep."

It seems she's exhausted. Tang Wen nodded, a rare moment of tenderness and pity for her.

He paid the masseuse for the day and made an appointment for her to come once a day. Then he turned around and went back upstairs.

He picked up the phone and started flirting with women back home.

Lastly, it's Fan Xiaopang's turn:
"Good brother, have you finally remembered your poor Bingbing?"

Fan Xiaopang's voice was so sweet that it made Tang Wen's heart melt.

To flirt a little.

Tang Wen asked her about being scolded.

“Good brother, you go to America to have fun and leave me in the country. People will definitely take the blame for me. Fine, I’m willing to take the fall for you.”

Ice Queen can chat.

Tang Wen smiled and said, "I'm just planning a counterattack. I need your cooperation."

"Oh?" Bingbing blinked her fox-like eyes: "Brother, please explain in detail."

"What do you mean 'detail'? I have nothing to do with that word!" Tang Wen started with zero frames and went straight for the kill.

Fan Xiaopang laughed so hard he was shaking, and declared that he would measure it himself later.

Tang Wen returned to the main point: "You need to find a way to make them curse even more fiercely."

"?" Fan Xiaopang thought he had misheard. "I don't like being insulted. How about I argue back?"

"Talk about it."

"Yeah, aren't they just jealous of your box office performance, brother? I'll target that and attack them."

Fan Xiaopang is not the type to take insults without fighting back.

"That's not enough. You need to state the facts."

"fact?"

"The truth is the quickest way to cut through the fog. These people are jealous of me, and the root of their jealousy is the box office. Their films can't even get into theaters now..."

Tang Wen explained the strategy for counterattack.

"Brother, you're so naughty!"

Tang Wen: "..."

"They really like it."

This goblin.

hang up the phone.

Tang Wen greeted Master Han and explained the plan.

Han Sanping didn't say whether he supported it or not; he just had his secretary send him some information.

The data includes the old guys who criticize Tang Wen, and box office figures from the past decade.

Tang Wen glanced at it and was surprised to find that the highest-grossing actor had accumulated 1059 million yuan in box office revenue over the past ten years.

Director Dai's lowest box office gross: 73.

That's right, a total of 73.

This person made films with government funding and then sold them to the national television station.

He has never won any awards, and only two of his films were briefly shown in theaters.

If it weren't for his recent outbursts criticizing Fan Bingbing and Tang Wen, the outside world wouldn't even know that such a director exists.

Tang Wen passed the information to Fan Xiaopang.

The latter was so angry he laughed.

They scolded me so harshly; I thought I had achieved something significant.

As a result, this is it?
All of them combined don't even reach the box office of my brother's debut film.

After thinking about it, she called Tang Wen again, and the two of them discussed how to write the article together.

The feeling of "doing bad things" together is quite pleasurable.

We chatted for about an hour.

Fan Xiaopang's phone call ended abruptly because he was out of credit.

These days, international roaming charges are calculated every 6 seconds, and they're quite expensive.

The night was dark.

Tang Wen went down to the bedroom.

The seawater began to sway gently.

The waves at the seaside repeatedly pierce through the rock walls.

A beautiful woman's lips are like rosebuds waiting to bloom.

The great artist Tang lingered there, reluctant to leave.

Fan Xiaopang had no idea what his good older brother was doing.

She and her assistant worked diligently to write an apology letter to their senior colleague.

After the article was written, it was published on Renren.com.

When Director Dai saw this, he was furious!
(End of this chapter)