"Dad? Uncle Lyle seems to be at home." Gal raised his head, "Why didn't you knock on the door?"
Asa stood in the elevator with Gal in his arms, staring at the elevator door calmly, "They don't want to be disturbed."
Steven stood behind Asa, and whispered to Allen, "Why did you change your mind? It's inconvenient to bring a child."
Allen squinted at him, and said calmly, "In fact, he can hear everything you say now, and you can open your voice to protest with him."
Steven glanced at Asa indifferently, lowered his voice and said, "Please, my voice is so soft, how could it be possible—"
Asa turned his head sideways, squinting at the man with white framed eyes and a feminine voice, "I can indeed hear, I don't think I have a hearing problem."
Steven's face cracked instantly, and he remained silent resentfully.
Asa still looked at the other party, and said unhurriedly, "I want to hear about your plan to improve the appearance on the plane."
Steven frowned, held his chin and began to look at the other person's facial features, his expression was much more serious than when he was upstairs.
The other party's facial features are perfect, and the thin lips are tightly pressed, making the other party extremely ascetic, and the long golden hair reflects the strong light under the elevator lights—
After a while, he smiled slightly, "I did formulate a lot of appearance correction plans when I came here, but after seeing Mr. Asa himself, I don't know how to start."
Cal put his head on Asa's neck and said innocently, "Is the technology not up to the mark?"
"..." Steven was about to retort, when he heard a 'ding' from the elevator door, and the meeting room on the top floor of the Luxor Hotel arrived.
Allen walked in first and picked up a folder from the table, "The company has formulated a specific interpretation plan for you, and this is a specific plan."
Asa clamped Gal with one hand, took the file and flipped through it, "Huh? Put it on the small screen?"
Steven's eyes lit up, and he took a step forward with excitement, "Fox's advantage over Wells is the screen, and its photography and production team is very strong, after all, its original line of business is movies."
Allen moved a chair and sat down, took out a pen from his jacket pocket and lowered his head to write something, "The filming team will come three days later, and the screenwriter will follow. Video magic is not like live magic. The limitations of the lens and editing It can help you do a lot of things.”
Asa raised his eyebrows, but did not raise any objections. Video magic can quickly make a magician famous and spread more widely.
Although the second premiere was successful, because he refused the camera to enter the performance hall, the video of the performance did not flow out.
"I have always wondered why you refused to shoot in Anlai's performance hall." Alan rolled his eyes and stared sharply at Asa, "That way you will be more famous."
Asa put Gal on the table unhurriedly, and raised the corners of his lips, "There are some things that can fool people's eyes, but they can't fool the camera, and magic that relies on switching lights can't hide from the camera."
Those are all exposed.
Allen paused holding the pen, and glanced at Asa solemnly, "I don't know how you did it, but screen magic is different from live magic." The paper was handed to Asa, "Even if you don't do well enough, there will be a post-editing editor to clean up."
Asa took the paper and raised his eyebrows, "Actually, I want to put the mechanical escape magic on the screen. What is this?" On the paper was a half fish tail, curled up into an S.
"Your logo, I'm sorry, I didn't draw it well." Allen looked back silently, "Fox has a unique publicity concept, and a specific logo represents you, which can make you famous faster."
Asa raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "I don't like this, the fish tail without a head makes it look like a snake."
Steven, who was sitting on the side, leaned his head, touched his chin and said, "If you think snakes have such big tail fins, then I have nothing to say."
Allen nodded in agreement, and opened another folder at hand, "The company has redefined your share. You can take a look. The company invested a lot in the early stage, and your income will be more in the later stage."
Asa took a look at the contract and signed it, "I have no objection."
After Allen finished speaking, he glanced at Steven and continued.
Steven dragged his chin and glanced at Allen, blinked and said, "Why do you look at me like that, I don't think we are suitable."
Alan lifted his glasses and put on a poker face, "It's your turn, Mr. Steven, what's your rectification plan?"
"No, there is no need to change it." Steven said subconsciously, "It's not good to change anything."
…
Although Steven said there was no need for rectification, Asa was taken to the image design center the next day. Allen's reasoning is simple and straightforward, every entertainer needs packaging.
"A man as ugly as Berg can be packaged as a heartthrob, which shows the importance of packaging to public figures."
Asa left the door at 9:30 in the morning, but he didn't return to the hotel until 4:30 in the afternoon...
The exterior wall of the Luxor Hotel is made of a whole large screen, and the four exterior walls of the Great Pyramid Hotel will be filled with giant posters, which can be seen by passing vehicles and pedestrians from a long distance.
Therefore, the above poster has always been a landscape in Las Vegas, and all of them are replaced by people with high reputation.
But today...
"Oh God, who is the man above?" A woman in a skirt stood on the side of the road, squinting her eyes and said, "I don't think I've seen this man before, he looks really..."
The man standing next to the woman squinted his eyes and glanced at the top of his head, "I recognize him, remember the magician I told you about a few days ago?"
The woman was taken aback for a moment, then squinted at the poster, and walked to the hotel thoughtfully.
After they walked away, a black luxury car parked next to the two slowly lowered the window, "The poster is only changed once a month, it seems that they really want to vigorously train newcomers."
Hagrid held his cane in both hands and looked calm.
Berg sat on the side, his pupils narrowed tightly, "It's so similar."
Hagrid was startled, turned his head and asked, "What did you say?"
Berg stared blankly at the poster outside the Luxor Hotel, "With his forehead hair down, he looks like a person."
The man in the poster was wearing a white suit, his red-blond long hair was loosely tied and hung down his shoulders, and his indifferent face had an expression of impatience.
Hearing the words, Hagrid looked at the poster carefully again, and after a while asked with a puzzled face, "Who are you talking about?"
Berg, "Wrong reading."
Hagrid was about to say something when the phone rang, "Hello?"
Berg sat on the side, the voice from the microphone reached his ears clearly—
"Boss, the matter you explained is almost ready. The old woman from Fox Company seems to have discovered your purpose and is ready to attack." The voice of the man on the other end of the phone was stinging.
Berg was taken aback for a moment, he remembered that Mu Yuan's previous investor seemed to be Fox Corporation.
"Huh? She found out? Know why I want to target her?" Hagrid paused, then chuckled, "It's not stupid at all, much smarter than her father."
"She seems to have invested a lot of money in a magician and looks like she's going to fight back."
"It's okay, I have a way to deal with that magician, it's not the first time she's done something like spending money on a dead person." Hagrid's voice was a little low, and he stared at the poster on the pyramid and smiled, " Help me keep an eye on him and continue to erode her influence in Hollywood."
"Yes, boss." The man with a sinister voice promised on the other end.
Hagrid hung up the phone, and silently rolled up the window.
Berg is still in a daze. In fact, he doesn't understand what the teacher said, "It's not the first time she's done it with money spent on a dead person."
Who was the first time? Is it Yuan
"Your career is on the rise, and there can only be one amazing magician at a time." Hagrid was silent for a while, and said calmly, "If he goes up, you will be the one who gets stepped down, I am For your own good, Berg."
"Hmm." Berg was taken aback, and replied in a low voice, "Thank you, teacher." But he was still wondering what kind of enmity the teacher had with Fox.
"Our company's screen strength is not as good as Fox's. They have a very professional filming team and a dedicated TV station." Hagrid's voice was a little cold, "We will suffer a lot in this regard, the only thing that can help you There is only one way."
Berg nodded, is that the way again
"Stage magic is actually a disadvantage. Magicians in the 1850s had no video promotion, and their popularity was limited to a small range of cities or countries."
"But there was Sid in that era." Berg glanced at Hagrid, "Sid was famous all over America."
"It's only limited to the United States, my child." Hagrid ticked the corner of his mouth hidden in the shadows, "I expected more from you than that."
Berg listened to Hagrid's plans for his future, silently looking at the poster outside the window...
He doesn't know if his choice is right or not. Compared with the life that attracts much attention now, he prefers the days of assembling props in peace. During those days, he learned a lot...
However, everything can't go back.
Asa sat on the sofa expressionlessly, staring straight at the TV, ignoring the three gazes on one side, and whispering of course.
"Oh, my lord's new hairstyle is really cool." Lyle stroked his short red hair, turned to Seaman and asked, "Steven, what do you think of me getting a similar one?"
Seaman squinted at Lyle, and said in an elegant and gentle manner, "What are you going to do to your inch-long short hair?"
Steven obviously agreed with Seaman's point of view, and suggested with a serious face, "I don't think your short hair can make this effect."
"..." Lyle turned his head with a face full of embarrassment, "Oh my dark god, I can actually have an afro."
Hearing that, Seaman smiled more gently, "Afro? Do you want to be a Teddy?"
Asa looked back at those people indifferently, and asked with a sneer, "Before you talk about me, can you step back a little?"
"..."