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At the exit of the VIP passage, Taylor appeared as scheduled.
She was wearing skinny jeans and an oversized black leather jacket, her hair scattered casually.
Quite different from her usual sweet and gentle style, looking like a rebellious punk girl.
As soon as she saw Leon, she immediately left the accompanying assistant team, quickened her steps, and almost trotted into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
"Honey! I almost thought you were going to be late again!" Taylor looked up, light in her eyes.
"How could I? I came counting the seconds." Leon lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly, his hand sliding smoothly to her waist.
Taylor let go of him, took a step back, looked him up and down, a cunning light flashing in her eyes. "You look a little tired. Did you stay up late last night?"
"Are there dark circles on my face?" Leon acted extremely calm; it wasn't the first time she used this kind of probing trick. "If so, I must have been unable to sleep because I missed you."
"You guy." Taylor chuckled, punching his chest coquettishly.
In the car, Taylor leaned on Leon's shoulder, chattering about the trivia of the tour, such as the sound system failure in Nashville, a fan throwing underwear on stage, and she almost stepped on air and fell off the stage, fortunately caught by a dancer.
"Nashville is your hometown; it's normal to have some fanatical fans," Leon said.
If Brownsville is his "Land of Rising Dragons," then Nashville has the same meaning for Taylor.
It is the birthplace of American country music, producing countless influential country singers.
"Actually, my hometown is in Pennsylvania; moving to Tennessee happened later," Taylor said.
"This is the first time I've heard you mention it." Leon responded.
"You know, when I first saw Faith Hill's documentary at the age of 9, I knew what I really wanted to do—be a country singer! I told my parents we must move to Nashville." Taylor looked out the window with a trance-like expression.
"You knew what you wanted to do at nine?" Leon raised his eyebrows, doubt written on his face. "And then your parents really moved to Nashville to support a girl's unrealistic fantasy?"
"Yes, my mom and dad respected my idea." Mentioning her parents, Taylor was full of pride. "What about you? I guess you were like me, liking to scribble on textbooks, write down some unrealistic lyrics, fantasizing about appearing at the Grammy Awards one day."
"I never thought about what to do in the future when I was nine." Leon pondered in his mind. The experience of this life is basically a copy of Oliver Twist.
A minute later, he said softly: "I didn't have such a well-off family as you. At that time, I envied my classmates' Nintendo game consoles and the Nike shoes on their feet, dreaming that one day I could also wear such cool shoes..."
"It seems your dream has been overfulfilled. Now you not only have endless sneakers to wear but also your own brand."
Leon curled his lips and didn't take up the conversation.
Being able to afford toys at eighteen that he couldn't afford at eight no longer had any meaning.
Taylor stuck to his arm, smiling sweetly, completely unaware that the atmosphere had changed.
The two returned to the home in Beverly Hills. As soon as she entered the door, she took off her Dr. Martens.
Stepping on the floor with size 39 bare feet, she changed into a nightdress and threw herself onto the sofa. "The tour these days has almost drained me..."
Leon sat down beside her, looking at the long legs in front of him. Within two minutes, his hands started to get restless.
Starting from the white and tender ankles, exploring upwards, soon approaching the mysterious triangle area, grinning wickedly: "I will recharge you."
Just as the atmosphere became more and more fiery and provocative, Taylor suddenly raised her foot to kick away his palm, stepping lightly on his chest.
"What are you doing?" Leon's tone was a bit annoyed.
It wasn't the first time Taylor did this, always using long legs and white tender feet as weapons to separate the two at critical moments.
Sometimes stepping on the chest, sometimes even directly on the face.
Strangely, although this was obviously a disrespectful action, it could always provoke people to be more excited.
"Honey, didn't I say I have a surprise for you?" Taylor parted her red lips lightly, her iconic fox eyes flashing with cunning light.
"What surprise?"
"Don't blink..." Taylor got up, twisting her waist and gently lifting the hem of her skirt.
Like the start of a theater performance, opening the curtain, the audience's expectation was maxed out.
The white and plump thighs slowly revealed their full appearance.
Until the truth came out, the good show began.
Under the skirt was the pearl design of Wicked Angel, the most provocative one even in the whole series. "Do you like it?" Taylor turned around lightly, her voice low as if whispering in his ear, with a sweet and greasy provocation.
"What else can I say." Leon's throat was dry and itchy. "This is not country at all..."
Saying that, he immediately stood up, rudely stepped forward, and pushed her down.
The two's breathing intertwined, the temperature in the room rose rapidly, and Taylor's fingers wandered on his back.
She whispered in Leon's ear, her breath hot, "I can't wait anymore, my dear little lion..."
Afterwards, Leon lit a cigarette as usual.
Taylor nestled in his arms, her face flushed, messy blonde hair mixed with sweat sticking to her cheeks.
Her fingertips drew circles on his chest. "You don't seem to have been idle for a moment while I was away."
Leon sat up, thinking the other party was caring about him. "You just knew? The things I have to do are no less than yours. Performances, interviews, recording... while ensuring no mistakes in these schedules, I also have to take care of the film company and other businesses..."
"Really?" Taylor said, "But why did you still have time to watch UFC with Megan in Las Vegas? The way you two stuck together was photographed by the media. Tell me what you talked about that made you laugh so happily?"
"That was also business, Taylor... I'm almost the image spokesperson for the UFC."
"What about Ariana? Why do you take her wherever you go?"
"She is a singer I signed. I always have to take her when there are occasions to show her face."
Leon exerted the advantage of a flexible tongue; every answer was watertight. Just as he was preparing to deal with the next wave of attacks, Taylor suddenly laughed out loud. "Look at you being nervous. I know these are just smears by the media against you. False reports about you never stop. No matter what they write, I won't believe it anymore."
Leon was stunned for two seconds, nodding repeatedly. "Ah yes yes yes..."
The story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf" came true on him.
After lingering for a while, both of them were a bit hungry. While dressing, they discussed where to solve the dinner problem.
The two took the commercial van to Rodeo Drive.
Taylor wore a black sleeveless tight T-shirt exposing her navel, and white wide-leg pants on her lower body.
Wearing sunglasses and a khaki thin trench coat, her iconic red lips combined with blonde bun hair maximized the "young married woman" vibe.
Holding Leon's arm, they strolled on the street like an ordinary couple.
This used to be a shopping paradise for the rich in Los Angeles. With the increasingly loose visa strategy of the Democratic Party, coupled with the California government's intention to build Los Angeles into a world transit station, it has become a hot tourist check-in point.
Just like Times Square in New York, there are more tourists than locals.
At Taylor's strong request, the two walked into a high-end Japanese restaurant. Leon was absent-minded throughout the meal.
Rubbing his phone, chatting with James Wan about the movie.
First and foremost is the unfinished script, which is the foundation and core of a movie.
The director largely determines the upper limit of a movie, while the screenwriter determines the lower limit.
Jeff recommended David Benioff, one of the creators of X-Men Origins: Wolverine and Troy. At first, Leon was not very satisfied because the box office performance of these two movies could only be said to be lackluster.
Until hearing Jeff mention a brilliant achievement of Benioff this year—creating the script for Game of Thrones, bringing George R.R. Martin's fantasy novel A Song of Ice and Fire to the TV screen.
Since its airing in late April, this TV series has caused a sensation across the US, with an average viewership of over 5 million per episode. IMDb gave it a high score of 9.5.
Evaluated as a work of art comparable to The Wire, Mad Men, and Breaking Bad.
Leon immediately finalized the Benioff team to create the Ready Player One script. He himself was responsible for checking to ensure that it would not deviate too much from the original plot refreshed by inspiration.
James Wan sent a message: [Benioff's team will finish the script within two weeks at the fastest. Can the IP of Tsuburaya Productions be settled? Ultraman vs. Godzilla, I think no audience doesn't want to see this scene!]
Leon replied: [I will deal with this matter as soon as possible.]
Whether the Ultraman matter can be settled largely depends on whether the Japanese are willing to help, especially Sony Interactive Entertainment (SIE) President Shuhei Yoshida.
If the other party agrees to handle it, even just saying hello, relying on his influence in the Japanese game and animation field, IP authorization negotiations will be much easier.
James Wan continued to ask: [There is another very important thing. How do we choose the special effects team? The prices of Industrial Light & Magic and Weta Digital are ridiculously high. Should we consider other small special effects companies?]
[No!] The usually stingy Leon immediately rejected the other party's kindness to save money.
James Wan is a master of cost control, good at creating maximum value with minimum cost. No investor would dislike this.
But the situation is different this time.
Traditional tokusatsu (special effects) relies on shooting techniques, makeup, and props to achieve effects; there are many ways to save money.
CGI special effects rely entirely on money piling up. Spending how much money yields how much value effect.
A professional graphics workstation costs more than $50,000, top equipment sells for more than $100,000, and the matching professional storage server is also expensive.
Even such a top-configured hardware needs to run continuously for 50 hours to render 1 frame of special effects picture.
And a movie has at least 24 frames per second.
Calculating a 5-second special effects shot, one machine takes 250 days to render.
To compress rendering time and improve efficiency, only simply and crudely increasing the number of hardware works.
Mature large special effects companies like Industrial Light & Magic have built their own rendering farms internally, with thousands of workstations and servers running day and night.
In addition, the wages of special effects team personnel are also a big part of the expenditure.
Avatar had a production cost of $237 million, of which special effects cost accounted for $150 million.
To process a large amount of complex CGI special effects, Cameron formed a huge special effects team of more than 1,800 people.
Ready Player One is a project Leon spent heavily on. The application of CGI technology is the core; success or failure depends entirely on this.
He lit a cigarette, the picture of the virtual OASIS appearing in his mind: cyberpunk cities, dazzling Easter eggs, and those adrenaline-pumping IP brawl scenes...
If this movie is screwed up, tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars will be wasted.
He exhaled a puff of smoke and replied to James Wan: [The money for special effects must be spent. You have to use money to smash out a utopia to make the audience buy tickets to enter and dream.]
Sitting opposite him, Taylor was chatting enthusiastically about the plan for the new album, proposing that there must be at least one work collaborated by the two of them in the new album.
"Honey, are you listening?" Taylor frowned, the fork in her hand stopped in mid-air.
"Of course I'm listening." Leon put down the phone and took a sip of red wine.
"Then tell me what I just said?"
"I..."
Taylor rolled a big eye and put the salmon into her mouth. "You are always like this, an out-and-out workaholic..."
"Let's talk about your trouble. What does Scott think now? Still decided to transfer your management contract to Braun?" Leon quickly changed the subject.
Since he and Taylor officially announced their romance, the benefits brought are real.
The two holding hands casually on the street and being photographed can make headlines. The sales of the Demons album even rebounded strongly because of this, but most of the profits fell into JAY-Z's pocket.
Scott felt that his control over this money printing machine was declining rapidly, urgently seeking to transfer Taylor's management contract and sell the master rights.
Maximizing her value and cashing out to leave.
"Scott seems to have changed his mind," Taylor said. "He told me personally that he would never break up the big family of Big Machine Records..."
"Does he really think so?"
"I don't know, but that's indeed what he said." Taylor spread her hands. "Maybe my dad talked to him. I signed with him when I was 16. We used to be as close as a big family."
"That would be best..." Leon said so, but thought otherwise in his heart.
Although he didn't understand why Scott suddenly changed his mind, if it was out of affection for Taylor, he wouldn't believe a single punctuation mark.
In the entertainment industry, cold numbers are more reliable than feelings.
He had originally thought that if Scott really planned to sell the master rights of Taylor's first three albums, it might not be a bad thing.
As Taylor's boyfriend, he could totally take this opportunity to intervene in this deal.
"What exactly happened between you and Will Smith?" Taylor said with a smile, "Your and his names have been on the Blue Bird hot search for 24 hours."
"That ngga is an idiot; I've never even dealt with him."
"Smith seems very crazy because of your message on Twitter. The night you sprayed each other on Twitter, Smith was attending a charity dinner. He smashed a wine bottle on the spot and cursed at the air."
"This is a manifestation of incompetent rage." Leon looked indifferent, even wanting to laugh a little.
"Honey, I have to tell you, Smith and Braun have a very close relationship; they have known each other for at least ten years..." Taylor immediately associated Braun with the petty tricks against Apocalypse Music and reminded him.
Leon raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect this layer of relationship before, but thinking about it carefully, it wasn't strange.
Braun is keen on various social occasions and has a close relationship with great director Spielberg.
In addition, he also frequently cooperates with CAA, the top Hollywood agency behind Smith.
Coincidentally, there is also a close connection between Braun and JAY-Z.
The former is Kanye's manager, and the latter is the big brother who led Kanye to debut and gradually grow into a superstar.
Leon felt more and more that his previous conjecture was being confirmed.
To suppress the rapid expansion of his career map, an "Anti-Street Jesus Alliance" covering all aspects of the entertainment industry, including film, records, media, and agency industries, is being established.
If he was only satisfied with being a singer from the beginning, these things might not have happened. However, his tentacles have extended to every corner of the entertainment industry.
Acquiring magazines and radio stations, signing singers, establishing agencies, making movies, launching talent shows...
Established a copyright management company to acquire music copyrights on a large scale.
JAY-Z, Braun, Leonard, and even Will Smith, they are trying every means to unite.
To completely destroy the opponent Apocalypse Music, which is in the budding stage but already has the potential of an "empire."