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

Chapter 372 Forbes List, Made It (Please Subscribe)

The blonde, blue-eyed flight attendant squatted in front of Tang Wen's seat, looking up at him:
"Mr. Tang, we have prepared red and white wine, champagne, and whiskey on the plane..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Wen waved his hand and said, "I'm not drinking for now. Could you help me drag that box over here?"

"Huh? Oh, okay."

After the flight attendant stood up, she secretly took out a mirror and looked at herself, wondering if her makeup had smudged.

Otherwise, why would such a beautiful woman like herself be assigned to do manual labor?

The box is too heavy.

Tang Wen's security personnel got up and helped drag the flight attendant over.

Upon opening the box, I found it filled with CDs, vinyl records, and a few posters.

There were several large boxes, containing hundreds of copies. Tang Wen flexed his wrists and started signing without saying a word.

The accompanying assistants, bodyguards, and two flight attendants also got busy.

Tang Wen's calligraphy with a pen has reached a master level.

But there's nothing to brag about about this thing.

It's not calligraphy, so the artistic quality is average.

Master-level calligraphy brought Tang Wen a wealth of knowledge, much of which he recalled after a brief recollection:
English roundhand – the writing is rounded and the strokes are connected.

Italic style, handwritten and printed styles...

There are also some fancy fonts: Gothic, Copperplate, Spencer, etc.

It takes a long time to fly from Los Angeles to London.

You need to stop and refuel once in the middle.

I just happened to have some time to work on my floral art.

I glanced at the floor and the first thing I saw was the most expensive "Premium Vinyl" record.

He gestured with his eyes, and the blonde flight attendant quickly handed him a copy.

Generally speaking, there are only two types of signature locations on vinyl records.

One way is to write it on the cover, either on the front or back.

The second type is written in the center of the vinyl record.

However, Tang Wen only signs "premium vinyl records," also known as collector's edition records.

Each one has a numbered certificate.

The certificate has a designated space for a signature.

"Are these records all for British audiences?"

Having received a definite answer, Tang Wen began to sign his name in bronze script.

Copperplate calligraphy originated in England and is characterized by its elegance and fluidity.

Those wealthy British guys probably like this kind of font for their signatures.

His masterful penmanship produces English characters that are elegant and flowing.

After writing over a hundred pages in one go, Tang Wen switched to a different font, Spencer, to the astonishment of the two flight attendants.

This cursive English script is elegant yet flamboyant.

The "g" in the pinyin "tang" looks like a dancing number "8".

The two exclaimed in surprise one after the other. One of them held the certificate and admired it for a while before reluctantly putting it down.

Seeing that they had provided emotional support, Tang Wen was generous and casually asked while signing his name, "I'll give each of you three tickets. Do you have any friends who like me?"

Yes, yes, yes!

"Fantastic! Tang's autograph!"

After a flurry of activity, the signing was finally completed. During the process, Tang Wen specially used several Montblanc fountain pens of varying thicknesses to write with different fonts.

This set of fountain pens was a gift from Charlize Theron.

Charlize Theron appears aloof, but has a soft heart.

Moreover, she's a hopeless romantic.

In the original timeline, without Tang Wen's intervention, she was dating a scumbag.

Her partner's career was far less successful than hers, and she had to pay him to support him.

The worst part is that he also committed domestic violence against her.

And yet, she stayed by his side for so many years, it's unbelievable...

I wrote "to sign" for the two flight attendants who had been working tirelessly, and the autograph work was finally over.

The plane landed in London.

The person who came to pick them up was Keira Knightley, the female lead of "Pirates of the Caribbean".

"Why are you here?"

Upon hearing this, Kayla rolled her eyes: "Dear director, I am British!"

“I know, the English Rose. I mean, I thought you were advertising it elsewhere.”

"I just finished my trip to the US and rushed back just to see you. Aren't you touched?" Kayla blinked.

Tang Wen smiled and let her take his arm.

The two were just about to get into the car.

Kakaka~
Flashes of light appeared in the distance.

Tang Wen frowned, glanced at Kayla, and found that she also looked surprised.

"Oh no, it must be a British tabloid reporter!"

Kayla thought Tang Wen was British.

British paparazzi are infamous!

That's the mentor of the Hong Kong paparazzi.

Hollywood is nothing compared to them.

For them, sneaking up near the airport to take photos is a piece of cake.

They even dared to eavesdrop on political figures and royalty for the sake of news.

They're practically risking their lives for news.

Once in the car, Tang Wen instructed the security team: "Be careful of eavesdropping here in England."

"Understood, Mr. Tang. We brought the most advanced anti-eavesdropping equipment and military signal jamming devices. Later, during our shifts, we will conduct targeted training on the British eavesdropping methods."

Tang Wen's security team comes from a secret force within China.

The reason I hired him as a security guard was simply because someone recommended him, plus he paid a lot of money, there was little to do, and it wasn't dangerous.

The two were speaking in Chinese.

Keira Knightley couldn't understand.

She didn't care and was only focused on getting close to Tang Wen.

In Hollywood, I'm at a disadvantage, but here in Great Britain, I'd like to see who dares to compete with me!

News of Tang Wen's arrival in London quickly appeared on the website.

Before I even got to the hotel, the phone rang.

The caller ID read, "Kate Beckinsale."

Yes, yet another English rose.

She auditioned for "Million Dollar Baby" but was rejected, but she still remembered Tang Wen's kindness.

"Hey Tang, you're back in London? How about we grab some late-night snacks when you're done with work?"

Tang Wen casually agreed and hung up the phone. Kayla scoffed, "What's so great about hanging out with an old woman?"

Britain is too small to accommodate two English roses.

"Tonight together?"

"I'm not going with you guys." Kayla crossed her arms.

As a young girl who had just turned eighteen, it was true that she coveted Tang Wen, but she still had a temper.

Tang Wen glanced at it. Although she tried very hard, some things can't be achieved just by trying.

The two visited several cinemas to complete the promotion.

In the evening, Kayla really went home with her mother, while Tang Wen went to the appointment alone.

The next day, as expected.

He and Kate Beckinsale made the news.

The Sun has the most comprehensive collection of photos. This once respectable newspaper has become a well-known tabloid across Europe after Murdoch took over.

They published all the photos of Tang Wen and Kate Beckinsale from their first meeting and hug to their dinner, drinks, and the end of the event.

Finally, they even went on to analyze it in a very serious manner.

Although the two left in completely opposite directions, they must have spent the night together somewhere after shaking off the reporters.

Tang Wen curled his lip: Slander, blatant slander! I really didn't do it!
Put aside the newspaper and open the Daily Mail; it also features gossip.

Not only Kate, but also Kayla.

The newspaper said that Tang Wen never let go of the female stars he worked with.

Director Tang was so angry that he wanted to call the police.

That's saying, does that mean those who don't cooperate...?

Kayla, your English rose and I are just friends!
These unscrupulous media outlets have misunderstood me far too much.

Upon arriving in Paris, Tang Wen was greeted by the French Rose.

Upon meeting, the two spent some time cuddling in the car.

Sophie Marceau handed him a magazine, her chest heaving as she panted, "I think you probably haven't seen it yet."

"The latest Forbes?" Tang Wen chuckled. "My name probably isn't even on the rich list yet."

Sophie Marceau pressed down on the mischievous hand: "The rich list? The rich list is released in February or March." "What do you mean?"

"This issue features the Forbes Celebrity List."

Forbes magazine, of course, doesn't list all the lists at once.

Rich lists, celebrity lists, corporate lists, etc., are all published in separate issues.

The list for June is the Hollywood Celebrity List.

"Am I up there?" Tang Wen's hands were busy; he hadn't even opened the magazine.

Sophie smiled and kissed him, her lips smelling of roses.

"Of course you're on top. Jennifer Aniston is number one."

Tang Wen raised an eyebrow: It's her?

What a coincidence!
Sophie, staring at Tang Wen, grabbed his collar and asked jealously, "What's with that look? Did you sleep with her?!"

Tang Wen stared at her in shock, but Sophie's eyes were full of fighting spirit. She lifted her skirt with a whoosh and spun around to sit on his lap.

"buzz"

I couldn't see where she pressed; it was a modified van with a partition that rose between the front and rear rows.

"Your car?" Tang Wen asked.

"I learned it from you! Don't change the subject."

"I really am going to get her." Director Tang sighed: When did his reputation become like this?

When speculating about the relationship between two people, why immediately ask whether they're dating or not?

"So you haven't gotten her yet? What makes her think she can resist your charm?" Sophie's tone was full of displeasure.

She got jealous after we slept together.

Why does this "number one American sweetheart" get all the good things?
What's wrong with her being a French rose?
She was unhappy because she couldn't get it.

That bitch is still putting on an act!

"What's so captivating about her that you can't forget her?" Tang Wen's chair reclined, forcing him to lie down.

Sophie questioned him from her elevated position.

She reached for her waist, intending to pull out her belt and tie Tang Wen's hands together.

Wait, what movies has this woman been watching lately?
Before she could tie him up, Tang Wen obediently raised his hands.

But Sophie was wearing a dress and didn't wear a belt at all.

After thinking for a moment, the fiery rose simply slipped her hand inside her shirt, rustling softly...

She pulled out a purple undergarment, tied it in a knot, and used it to bind Tang Wen's hands.

The latter touched it with his palm: Hmm, it's still warm.

"Hurry up and say it!"

Sophie grabbed Tang Wen's hands, and with her other hand, lifted his chin.

At this point, Tang Wen had no more words to say. His eyes narrowed, and he adopted a heroic, death-defying posture: "I won't tell you anything. Show me what you're capable of!"

Sophie's eyes burned with passion. She bit her lower lip and reached out to rustle her fingers again.

then.

A small purple dress flew onto the seat next to it.

What the hell!

This woman must have been through something traumatic.

You should know that when Sophie became famous, the media nicknamed her "pure and innocent beauty"!

French men have revered her as a goddess for many years.

If they knew that their goddess was in this state with him now, he probably wouldn't leave France alive...

"Sigh~"

My thigh felt cold.

I can't afford to think about these random things anymore...

The car drove smoothly to Sophie's villa, and after stopping in the underground garage, it swayed for a while.

The car door slowly opened.

"clatter!"

Sophie got off the bus first.

As her high heels touched the ground, she gasped, her legs went weak, and she lost her balance.

Tang Wen grabbed her waist.

The woman glared at Tang Wen ungratefully and continued to press him about why he was involved with Jennifer Aniston.

Tang Wen took the Forbes magazine out of the car, and seeing that no one was around, he said, "Don't be jealous of her, just wait and see how she fares."

He noticed that Tang Wen's tone was off.

Sophie realized that she seemed to have misunderstood.

But no matter how much she pressed him for details, Tang Wen refused to reveal anything.

She was so angry that she wanted to torture him again to extract a confession.

Unfortunately, my body couldn't keep up.

Upstairs, Tang Wenhua took a shower in a few minutes and, while Sophie was doing her skincare routine, opened the brand-new Forbes magazine.

Skipping the previous content, let's go straight to the biggest selling point of this issue—the Forbes Celebrity List.

First Place:
Jennifer Aniston, annual income ($3500 million, ranked 23rd in income).
This list is not solely based on income.

More importantly, it's about exposure.

Forbes has its own calculation method.

In terms of income, it only accounts for about 40% of the weight.

Detailed data follows: Jennifer Aniston had 8552 media reports, 13.5 magazine covers, and 33.9 website hits in a year…

Its overall influence surpasses that of others.

The second place is tied between two rappers, Eminem and Dr. Dre.

They are hailed as the "golden mentor and apprentice" of the music industry.

Third is the sports star, Tiger Woods, the golfer.

The fourth person below him is Steven Spielberg, an acquaintance of Tang Wen.

Spielberg ranked fourth, but was the highest earner.

A full two hundred million US dollars.

Eh?
The largest shareholder of DreamWorks only makes this little money?
Tang Wen glanced at the statement:
Data source: Public news and information;
Income of the Ming Dynasty, excluding income from business operations...

No wonder.

Originally, company revenue was disregarded, and compensation was based solely on individual earnings.

If you calculate it that way, my income isn't that high.

Continuing down the list, the 5th and 6th spots are occupied by singers.

The 7th place caught Tang Wen's attention: Ben Affleck, Matt Damon's good buddy, the two of them used to hang out with Harvey.

Further down the list, Tom Hanks is 9th, Michael Jordan is 13th, and J.K. Rowling is 15th.

Nicole, who has Tang Wen's name tattooed on her, ranked 16th and earned $2700 million.

Then, Tang Wen saw his own name.

20th place.

"My overall ranking is so high?"

Tang Wen looked at the data behind him with a puzzled expression.

The media has reported on them more than 3000 times, featured them on 0.5 magazine covers (group photos), and conducted 11 television interviews.

These three data points are not only unimpressive, but practically nonexistent.

But—417.1 million website clicks!

He is the highest-ranked person on the list.

His lips twitched as he thought of a writing studio.

No need to ask, this is definitely thanks to them.

I never expected that promoting myself online would bring such unexpected benefits.

As for the income rankings, he ranked even higher: $5600 million, placing ninth, ahead of Michael Jordan's $5500 million.

This 5600 million yuan is Tang Wen's director and producer fees and personal dividends.

Revenue sharing from films invested in under the name of Galaxy Entertainment is not included.

After browsing the full list, he spotted a familiar face, Heidi Klum, at number 82.

"Mr. 5600 million, is there anything you'd like to say?"

Sophie, now dressed in a bathrobe, walked over shakily.

Tang Wen had nothing to say, but only wanted to express himself through actions, so he picked her up around the waist.

He had nothing to say, but things were quite lively back home.

On Renren.com, Tang Wen's homepage saw a surge in visits.

"That's not right! Hong Kong media said Director Tang earned 10 billion, but the US says Tang Wen earned 5600 million US dollars? That doesn't make sense!"

"Wait, why is this called a power ranking in America? Tang Wen is ranked 20th in Hollywood's power rankings?!"

"He said he made 10 billion, now he's been proven wrong, hasn't he?"

"..."

Controversy arose one after another.

(End of this chapter)