Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 17 Shit wrapped in candy paper
  Releasing an album is certainly not an easy task, but Tang De doesn't have to worry about it that much.

In addition to visiting Apollyon's company from time to time these days, he was taking photos for the magazine "New York Underground Art".

As expected, the female model sold out, and she became the cover of a recent underground magazine in New York. Many homeless people relied on her to survive the cold nights.

For the sake of money, this female model also put aside her original shyness and belief. Except for not choosing to take off the mask, her movements and clothing became more and more bold.

Of course, even if she continued to attract readers, Tang De never stopped scolding her in the studio.

Because Tang De had begun to feel that the female model had become airy and her movements were a little careless.

Maybe the money came so quickly that she temporarily forgot what it was she relied on to attract readers.

She doesn't show her face, and she's not big enough. The main reason is that Tang De perfectly controlled her curves, downplaying her weaknesses and highlighting her key points.

It's a pity that people can't see clearly when they are blind, just like Raymond.

This guy is having parties at home every day, and the only thing he needs to do is open a bottle of champagne to celebrate his landing at No. 1 on the Billboard charts and let people across the United States know him.

Tang De didn't even want to participate in white people's parties, let alone black people's parties, so he kept making excuses to avoid invitations.

In the past few days, he and Jimmy visited used car stores 99 kilometers around their home, and finally settled on a second-hand Cherokee, a second-generation black model from 2. It looked big and stylish, and the price was only $5500.

Originally, Jimmy wanted to recommend him some more well-known and handsome models, but Tang De rejected them. He would definitely have to frequently enter the black community in the future, and driving a sports car would make him uncomfortable.

After buying the car, Tang De and Jimmy went for a ride on the road to try out the car.

On the way, Tang De turned on the radio and tuned it to a local DJ channel in New York.

The music started, and Jimmy leaned against the car window and turned his head and wondered: "Why listen to the black radio station? I would rather listen to 93.9, or simply listen to 820."

At this point he imitated the radio host in a hushed voice: "This is New York Public Radio, WNYC Fm and Am."

93.9 and 820 are both channels under the New York public radio station WNYC, but the former is music and the latter is news.

The words from Jimmy's mouth are the classic opening lines that everyone can hear and remember.

But Tang De smiled and said nothing.

The music ended quickly, and after a commercial the two heard the radio host's introduction to the next song.

"Okay, welcome back, next is a new song from Raymond, Beast Star, wow, I'm already looking forward to it to be honest from the name."

The host obviously took the money and started touting: "I heard that this song breaks the weak rap skills of black people who only pursue speed in the past. It uses a stronger voice to tell the story of the singer from childhood to adulthood. Look at this The name, from the word "beast", you can think of the singer's characteristics."

"Yeah, that's right." DJ Lao Ai echoed: "And the cover of this album is also very interesting. I have never seen such a colorful cover. Listen to me, you have to buy one even just for this cover. .”

"Yes, that's right, it's so special. This single has also been released in major audio and video stores. I'm sure you will find it on the shelves at a glance."

After the host finished speaking, the low 808 drum beat immediately sounded, followed by an extremely abrupt and slightly noisy voice gushing out from the radio station.

"My FXXK!" The loud voice frightened Jimmy and nearly hit the roof of the car. Tang De also jumped up and turned off the radio to the lowest volume.

At the same time, another car could be seen in the traffic on the road braking suddenly, and a black driver with a loud voice cursed.

"FXXK, what bullshit rap! You want to scare me to death, right? FXXK Lao Ai! I want to file a complaint against you!"

Driving past the irritable old man, Jimmy looked at Tang De and complained: "It's all your fault, my heart is still beating wildly." Tang De twitched the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect the sound to be so damn loud." He Although I had heard of it, this was the first time for me to be in such a closed environment in a car. I didn’t expect the noise bonus effect to be so obvious.

It seems that the saying about the peak culprit of New York car accidents may come true. It just depends on how many people are listening to the radio during this time. Fortunately, it is not the rush hour for work.

"Raymon? Wait, is this the hip-hop singer you're talking about?" Jimmy suddenly remembered what Tang De had said to him before.

"Yes, I took the photo of his cover."

"Tsk, that's a pity. With a voice like this, you really shouldn't engage in rap. Wouldn't it be great to form a band and sing rock music at music festivals?"

"I guess he is still dreaming of becoming a rap star."

On the other side of the conversation, a well-dressed Badman was observing the sales of the single in a video store.

He stood by the counter, pretending to listen, and looked around.

Although data is compiled into the company every day, Badman still wants to see the reaction of buyers with his own eyes, especially the cover, which is particularly eye-catching in the black and white style. He doesn't know if those young people will buy it.

But it didn't take long for him to realize that his worries were unfounded. Whether they were black or white people who walked into the store, when they came to the shelves, they would immediately pick up Raymond's single and admire the cover.

Some people will choose to buy it directly and leave, while a considerable number of people will choose to listen to the song. Badman specifically counted, and five out of ten people will do this.

But when they put on their headphones and started listening, each of them seemed to be wearing a mask of pain, and their expressions became a little distorted.

"Are you sure this isn't rock music? Is it rap?"

"My ears are almost going deaf."

"Why can't I hear clearly what he sang?"

Each listener was dissuaded by the overly restless music and rough voice, which made Badman feel depressed.

And these were quite polite. At this time, the two black guys standing next to the headphones spoke directly.

"Damn! What kind of noise song is this?" A black guy and his companion complained: "This is louder than my mother's voice."

"Really? Let me listen." My companion put on the headphones and persisted for ten seconds, and finally gave up.

"Shit, a bunch of shit, I didn't hear any rhythm at all, it was like a drunk guy was vomiting loudly in my ear."

"What a waste of such a beautiful cover."

"Shet, this is shit wrapped in candy wrapper!"

"I just want to buy the cover and take it home, okay?"

The two grumbled and put the album back on the shelf and walked away from Badman.

Badman heard their complaints and felt that the future of this album was bleak.

If this continues, I won’t even be able to recover my capital, absolutely! We can no longer continue to sell goods.

"Fez has his own way!" He said to himself angrily, then walked out of the store and headed straight for Fez Music Company.

(End of this chapter)