Dominating Hollywood: Starting with Scarlett

Chapter 3 Full of Confidence
  "Shooting an album cover?" Tang De narrowed his eyes and scanned Raymond up and down: "A hip-hop album?"

"Yeah, that's right, man." Raymond felt that he was so lucky that he unexpectedly met a photographer who suited his preferences: "You know, I have been preparing for this day for eight years and twelve lyrics. , every one of them is my experience, my family, my brothers. Wow, I can’t wait for them to be played on the radio.”

"That's really cool." Tang De skillfully raised his fist and bumped fists with Raymond.

"Yes, it's so cool." Just as Raymond finished speaking, his phone suddenly rang. He handed the camera in his hand to the boy next to him and took out the phone to answer the call.

After getting the camera, the boys wanted to hang it around their necks for safekeeping, but suddenly they saw the eye-popping and exciting photos on it, and they couldn't help but fumble through it immediately.

Facts have proved that when sperm enters the brain, a man can learn anything in a very short period of time. Although he has never been exposed to a camera, this guy found its operating logic by instinct.

He looked at each one, spitting and swallowing, while the people around him gathered curiously, standing on tiptoes or holding their shoulders to look at the borderline photos on the camera screen.

"Gudong."

Arkady suddenly felt that many black boys were looking at him with intense eyes.

They were not like this before!

She momentarily forgot about Tang De's humiliation and showed off her body lines to her heart's content, even pulling down her zipper from time to time to reveal a little bit of skin.

Behind Raymond, Davis felt as if he had an extra green grassland above his head, and his eyes almost popped out with hatred, but how could he scare away all his companions with his own strength.

He could only watch everyone quarrel around the camera with red faces, leaving himself here helpless and furious.

At the same time, Raymond was still talking to his agent.

"Ya Sen! Let me tell you some good news." Raymond's voice was a bit generous, with a rough Big Brother style: "A photographer who is good at taking pictures is going to join us! Yeah!"

"Really, believe me, it's a great shot!"

"You will definitely like it, okay, hang up!"

Raymond hung up the phone and said to Tang De: "Hey, man. Yassen will fly to New York next week. We will shoot the MV and cover then, and he will come to see you."

Tang De raised his eyebrows: "No problem, do I need to prepare anything?"

Raymond waved his hand: "Of course not, man, I don't think you have any problem at all. When the time comes, find a few sexy girls, and I will stand in the middle. Wow wow wow, just thinking about it makes me excited."

He was frothing at the mouth while talking about all this, as if the American dream was about to come true before his eyes, but Tang De was not interested in it: "Okay, can I leave now?"

"Of course!" Raymond handed the wallet on the stool to Tang De: "Man, come here, your things."

Because he only pinched one side, the wallet opened directly under the influence of gravity, revealing the exquisite card with the police badge embedded in the transparent insert.

Raymond was stunned for a moment, then picked up his wallet and looked at it again.

Sure enough, it was the same as what he remembered.

This is a membership card given by the local police brothers in New York to all regular donors. It is said that there are three levels: junior high, high school and high. The junior level has a silver police badge. The one Raymond has seen is exactly the same as the one in front of him.

The holder of that card was a black singer he admired, and it was posted on his car.

Damn!

Raymond was so angry that he turned around and put his wallet on his brother's face, covering him with his body, and whispered angrily into his ear: "Damn it, look what you are doing. ! He has connections with the police station! He is not an ordinary person! Do you want to kill yourself!"

Davis was a little confused, with panic in his tone: "Then, what should I do?"

"Leave it to me, boy!" Raymond squeezed his brother's shoulders.

After saying that, he stepped forward and hugged Tang De's shoulders, thoughtfully put the wallet into his pocket, and patted it with his big and generous hands: "Brother, I want to apologize for my reckless brother... …”

Tang De raised the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect that the junior membership card his father bought before his death was quite useful. It could at least scare some people in the slums.

He didn't listen carefully to Raymond's rambling apology, but only heard his promise to get himself a higher hourly wage.

And he also gave him a fee for today's photo shoot.

When the two confirmed their cooperation, Raymond smiled happily, as if he had seen Grammy waving to him. Tang De didn't know what to say. Could this guy be some famous rap player in later generations? Why is he so confident?

Then when I thought about it, it seemed reasonable. It is precisely because these guys have low vision that they think success is very simple. As long as they hang up a gold chain and sing a few hip-hop lines, they can gain a lot of fans and tickets, and start their life. peak.

But they often forget their true level.

But this has nothing to do with him. He is just a photographer who gets paid to take pictures. At most, he can make his album cover more eye-catching.

After agreeing on the time and leaving his contact information, Tang De took his camera away from the hands of the restless black boys. At this time, the way they looked at him had completely changed.

It's like looking at an authoritative mentor, with excitement and admiration in his eyes. It's obvious that he has been deeply impressed by his shooting skills.

Tang De was calm and composed. He had seen this kind of look many times in his previous life. At his level, it was no longer him looking for someone, but Fuliji begging him to take pictures.

Because being photographed by him is an honor! All fans will regard the girls who appear on the scene as the new generation of Tang girls, and they will be widely circulated.

But that's all in the past.

Tang De faced the cool evening breeze and walked back to the white neighborhood. When he reached the door of his home, he heard his mother's voice coming from inside.

"Regias! Stop! I told you to stop! Don't make the ground dirty!"

"Louis! You too, if you dare to play with your brother's guitar, be careful your brother comes back and beats you up!"

Just like in the past, Tang De's family has always maintained a lively atmosphere.

Even though this lively atmosphere gave her mother Carmela a headache.

"Dingling bells!" The wind chimes at the door rang. Tang De opened the door and walked into the living room: "I'm back."

"Brother!" Regeas, who was rolling on the ground, stopped and stood up to greet him honestly.

Louis, on the other hand, put his hands behind his back and stared at his brother sideways, pretending to be nonchalant.

Tang De did not blame the two little guys, he just stretched out his hands to touch their little heads, let them continue playing happily, and then walked to the kitchen.

Mother Carmela was busy in front of the stove: "Why did you come back so early today? Is the work over?"

"No, not today, but there is a job next week."

Tang De picked up an orange and peeled it open for himself, tearing off the white orange strips bit by bit, and explained to his mother: "I'm going to shoot the album cover."

"Album?" Carmela turned around and put the pan on the countertop of the island. She put a large bag of vegetables bought with the relief funds into the sink to wash. She asked doubtfully while picking and choosing: "Why, do you want to give it to a certain breast?" Are big female celebrities taking photo albums? My big photographer."

She knew very well what her son was doing, and Tang De never hid it.

"No, it's music, a music album."

"Thank God, it's not those nude magazines anymore." Carmela prayed with her hands clasped together.

Tang De shrugged, with a smile on his lips: "Nude magazines make money quickly, Carmela."

"You and your father are cut from the same mold. Tang used to tell me the same thing when he was trading stocks, but you see, after his death, he owed a huge debt. His wife and children were forced to live in the slums." Although. There was some complaint in the words, but Carmela said it with a smile.

Tang De knew that his father had also come from a different background. After all, the status of the Chinese at that time was indeed very low. They could make money through hard work, but not much money.

"Don't worry, I won't follow my father's footsteps."

Tang De comforted his mother and ate oranges. Suddenly he remembered that the scent of shower gel he smelled from Scarlett also smelled of citrus.

So he picked up the orange and put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

Hmm...smells really good.

(End of this chapter)