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After picking up Taylor at JFK International Airport, Leon's head was full of thoughts about taking Taylor back to the love nest in Tribeca and rolling in the sheets first.
After not seeing each other for a few weeks, the longing of the little head was harder to control than the big head.
But the other party proposed to go to the new address of Apocalypse Music first, and Leon immediately had a more stimulating idea in his mind.
"I was almost brainwashed by your new song today. Social networks are full of I'm gonna take my horse to the old town road~" Taylor smiled and hummed the lyrics. "Even turning off the phone can't escape it; the airport radio is also looping it."
"This is my promotion strategy. Looks like the effect is good; you can already remember the lyrics."
Taylor rolled her eyes at him coquettishly and snuggled into his chest. "I have to say your styling in the MV looks like a real cowboy, simply too cool."
"Are you sure?" Leon showed a surprised expression. His cowboy image in the MV does not fit a girl's fantasy of a western ranger.
Clint Eastwood's image in the Dollars Trilogy, wearing a poncho, bearded, smoking a pipe while playing with a revolver to execute villains, is the ultimate interpretation of bursting hormones.
But Leon's styling in the MV is completely different from Eastwood's. Wearing a tattered jacket and jeans, boots covered with cow dung, face covered with dirt and coal ash...
Abandoning all romanticism, completely built according to the rough image of real cowboys, even without any American chivalry, relying on force to shoot passers-by randomly for no reason.
This is a completely "anti-cowboy" image.
"Of course? You look simply handsome with mud all over your face!" Taylor curled up in Leon's arms again, like a cat attached to its owner.
"WTF..." Leon's brain hole opened wide, associating with the classic plot of adult movies: lonely rich wife falls in love with dirty plumber.
This kind of thing does not come from the obscene fantasies of otaku screenwriters. It is actually very common in big cities like New York and Los Angeles.
Great art comes from real life.
The image of a dirty and rude rough man can instead arouse the most primitive hormonal impulses of noble ladies.
"Maybe you should make a movie about cowboys and play the leading role yourself," Taylor said.
"Forget it." Leon immediately rejected this bizarre suggestion.
As an investor and producer, standing at the top of the food chain on the set, sleeping with actresses casually, changing scripts casually... Only if his brain is broken would he go to be an actor and become a wage earner ordered around.
"Don't you think this idea is cool? If you really make such a western movie, I'd be happy to join!"
"There is no place for women in western movies." Leon said with a smile, "Women will be kidnapped and abused by a group of thugs in western movies; this is a routine."
"No!" Taylor tilted her nose and looked serious. "Why can't it be you getting injured in a duel, and then I ride a horse carrying a gun to rescue you?"
She was immersed in the "fantasy of Western Valkyrie." Amidst laughter, the commercial van stopped at 413 Fulton Street.
The scene of Leon and Taylor walking out of the commercial van close together amazed the girls at the reception, trying hard to suppress the urge to take out their phones to take pictures.
"Oh my God, it's really Taylor; I'm her super fan."
"She looks even taller in person than in the MV."
"I can recite the lyrics of Love Story; do you believe it?"
The girls' discussion attracted Taylor's attention. She pushed the aviator sunglasses covering half of her face, opened her bright red lips, and waved. "Good afternoon, girls~"
Her gestures were completely like a hostess.
Arriving at the door of the CEO office, Leon first instructed Bonnie to cancel all meetings this afternoon, and then locked the office door.
"Double-sided floor-to-ceiling windows? Nice taste." Taylor sat on the swivel chair exclusive to Leon and unceremoniously put her feet on the desk. "This place looks like a scene in a business war soap opera, as if office romances will be staged at any time."
White and transparent toes picking high heels, such a scene made Leon feel his throat dry.
He casually threw his jacket on the sofa, wanting to get real with the other party. "Your proposal is good. I'm going to give you, this [secretary], a good lesson now. Don't sit in the boss's seat casually."
"Who is your secretary? Isn't Bonnie outside?" Taylor rolled her eyes coquettishly. "Listen, we can't do it here; people will hear..."
"Don't worry, I have a way."
"What?"
Under Taylor's confused gaze, Leon walked to the corner next to the golden lion background wall and tapped lightly with his finger.
A half-foot-wide electronic screen lit up immediately, and he skillfully entered the password.
Click—The door of the secret room opened. Taylor was dumbfounded. She had only seen this kind of operation in movies.
"You really have a way..." She bit her lip and shook her head helplessly. "It's hard for me to imagine what obscene things were in your head when you designed this place."
"What are you talking about?" Leon looked serious, deliberately with a bit of anger. "This is just a lounge. My work is busier than you think. Movies, talent shows, record business, clothing company... Even a robot can't stand this work intensity. Sometimes I have to stay overnight in the office."
"Okay..." Seeing his serious look, Taylor didn't continue to question and followed him into the small room.
It was decorated like a hotel suite, with a luxurious bathroom and a two-meter-wide bed, everything needed.
Leon took a can of chilled Heineken beer from the refrigerator, walked into the bathroom, and filled the bathtub with hot water.
"What are you doing?"
"Take a bath to relieve your fatigue. This place has the best lighting in Brooklyn." Leon shrugged. "Don't worry, this is one-way glass; nothing can be seen from outside."
Taylor looked at the floor-to-ceiling window of the bathroom. The traffic downstairs and the programmers typing on keyboards in the office building opposite were clearly visible.
A blush spread from her neck to her ears, shy and angry.
After some dawdling, the two still got into the bathtub, pulling down the curtain leaving a gap.
Taylor couldn't help peeking at the traffic outside through the gap. The thrill of the big adventure kept her heart rate accelerating.
Under the effect of water temperature, the blush on her face became deeper and deeper.
Leon lay leisurely in the bathtub, one hand around Taylor, one hand holding ice beer drinking heavily.
Compared to JAY-Z, although he can't be called the real "King of Brooklyn" yet, presumably, even a king's life is just like this.
"Honey..." Under the effect of sunlight and water temperature, Taylor was dazzled and took the initiative to press her lips over.
Leon drank the remaining wine in the can in one gulp and turned over to meet her.
Water splashed in the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, the two lay on the secret big bed, sticking close together.
"I have a performance in Nashville this week. Tim hopes you can participate, use our relationship to hype the new song or something, you know." Leon didn't avoid the topic at all and expanded on it.
There are no topics worth avoiding in their relationship, and the other party often proposes the idea of inviting him as a concert guest.
"Really? That's great!" Taylor gave the answer with action, quickly kissing him on the cheek.
Nashville is where her career started, and the headquarters of Big Machine Records is also located there.
The first joint performance of the two in this city was endowed with a special meaning of "returning to the maiden home."
"I'll tell Scott about this right now!" Saying that, Taylor turned over to reach for her phone.
"No need, let Tim and Scott communicate about this; you don't need to do anything."
"Scott might not agree; you know he hasn't liked you much." Taylor sighed.
"But he likes dollars." Leon said with a smile: "I'm curious why that guy is greedy for money to a pathological degree. You earned so much money for him, and he is still not satisfied. When he left DreamWorks, his total assets were less than $200,000, but now he is about to become a billionaire."
For this, the only reasonable explanation he could think of was that staying with David Geffen for too long, he was somewhat infected with Jewish-style pathological greed.
"I don't know either." Taylor spread her hands. "He wasn't like this when I first met him."
"People change, especially after gaining huge wealth and power." Leon said, "But you must not let him manipulate you. Many record companies are jealous of you. You are the Venus of the record industry; no one doesn't want to get you! Don't believe anything Scott and Braun promised you!"
"Mmhmm!" Taylor nodded seriously, a warmth surging in her heart, eyes flashing with light.
Only her father and the initial Scott had given this level of care.
Leon's mouth corners inadvertently rose, revealing a smile of a successful conspiracy. He deliberately didn't mention the Columbia Records matter, which was inconsistent with his interests.
After all, what he wants to do is to ruin this deal and buy time for himself, not facilitate this deal.
Taylor looked satisfied, immersed in the surround of happiness.
Two minutes later, as if thinking of something, she suddenly raised her head. "Robbie seems to have encountered some trouble recently; do you know?"
"How would I know?" Leon curled his lips. "Tell me what happened to her?"
Although the two still kept in touch after breaking up, most of the time the topic of conversation was about the promotion of We Don't Talk Anymore.
"That movie The Great Gatsby, due to Leonardo's obstruction, she didn't get the female lead role." Taylor said, "In Director Baz's office, Leonardo said very unpleasant words..."
"What did that pretty boy say?"
Taylor revealed a wicked smile. "He said we can't let this woman who sleeps with street hooligans join the crew; this will ruin this great masterpiece."
"Fck!" Leon couldn't help cursing. No need to think much about who the street hooligan referred to.
Although the conflict between him and Leonardo has never really erupted, the two have been at odds for some time.
Plus Will Smith calling on friends in the circle to boycott Street Jesus during this time, the conflict between the two is only one fuse away from being completely ignited.
"How did you know about this? You couldn't be at the scene, right?" Leon asked.
"Of course Robbie told me."
"Does she still tell you these things now?"
"Of course! Our relationship won't deteriorate because of you guy!"
"Okay..." Seeing the other party's proud look, Leon could only nod repeatedly. Women's friendship is too complex for him to understand.
"Let me think of a way to shut Leonardo's stinky mouth." Leon made up his mind to have a good talk with Jeff about this.
On one hand, it was a counterattack provoked by Leonardo; on the other hand, it was for his own interests.
Although Robbie's management contract is in the hands of CAA, her development in Hollywood has little to do with him.
But Robbie's money-making ability today was created by him alone; he already had the idea of taking back this contract.
Taking a step back, the sales of Faded and We Don't Talk Anymore will definitely be affected by the traffic in the film and television circle.
Especially Faded, this work still hangs on the music charts of various countries around the world nearly a year after its release, revered as a divine song among global electronic music enthusiasts.
It indeed showed obvious potential as a divine song. The streaming data of Faded is comparable to the sum of the entire Demons album.
Just like Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas Is You, it is very likely to become a classic that will not fade with time.
Since its release in 1994, this song alone has brought Mariah Carey more than $45 million in revenue from royalties, and this is under the condition that she does not own all the copyrights.
And Leon owns almost all the copyrights of Faded, whether lyric and composition copyrights or master rights.
"You won't be jealous about this, will you?" Leon suddenly asked.
"How is it possible?!" Taylor's volume rose three degrees, but her anxious expression betrayed her true thoughts.
It is impossible for this woman, whose mind is small enough to write ten consecutive songs complaining about ex-boyfriends, not to be jealous at all.
But in the relationship with Leon, she appeared as a third party, feeling a trace of guilt in her heart.
Moreover, Robbie generously continued this bestie friendship.
After leaving Apocalypse Music, the two returned to the love nest in Tribeca. As soon as Leon sat on the sofa, he called Jeff.
Warner Bros. is the main investor and distributor of The Great Gatsby. If director Baz cannot give enough pressure to Leonardo, Jeff definitely can.
In the past, Jeff might not be willing to help with this favor. It had no benefit for him and would offend Leonardo, a first-line superstar.
But now the relationship between Leon and him has been upgraded to the level of partners. Before the new logo of Apocalypse Pictures, the initials of the three founders' surnames—"SLW Apocalypse"—will be crowned.
"Buddy, leave this matter to me, but I must remind you Leonardo is not so easy to deal with." Jeff said.
"You are the president of Warner Bros.; even your order can't handle that bastard?"
"You have to know Leonardo is a first-line superstar. Inception sold $729 million; he is at a new peak."
For superstars like Leonardo, pressure from film company executives may not play a big role.
He can totally be like Spielberg, not taking Warner's projects from now on. With his influence, he doesn't lack film offers at all.
"Inception is Nolan's credit. Changing a dog to be the actor wouldn't change the box office much."
"You are right." Jeff's tone was slightly helpless. "I will have a good talk with him. Frankly speaking, I also hope Robbie can serve as the heroine of The Great Gatsby. When the movie is released, we can use your romance history to hype a wave. I will do this without hesitation."
"You guy." Leon shook his head while laughing.
After hanging up the phone, he and Taylor sat on the sofa, arguing endlessly about whether to watch the evening news or soap operas.
Finally, Taylor relied on "physical advantage" to make him lose the battle for the remote control dominance. He waved his hand resentfully and walked to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.
Ding-dong—Just at this time, the doorbell rang.
Taylor walked over, saw a young girl through the peephole, glared viciously at Leon smoking on the balcony, and opened the door without hesitation.
"Hello miss, who are you looking for?"
Anya nervously looked at Taylor, who was half a head taller than herself, feeling more and more familiar as she looked.
After hesitating for two seconds, she exclaimed, "Oh my God, are you Miss Taylor?"