sinovels Chapter 79 Jiahe Arrives at the Door
Chapter 79 Jiahe Arrives at the Door
Chapter 79 Jiahe Arrives at the Door
"The size of the underwear on these models needs to be changed; it's too big. Make it smaller."
After all the models had finished their presentations, Ernst pointed to the corsets on several models and told the designers his requirements.
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.
"Ernst, I think the proportions are just right now." A designer wearing black-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses, trying to argue his point. "If we make them smaller according to your request, it will overemphasize their breasts and ruin the overall aesthetic."
"Does it affect the aesthetics?" Ernst turned his head and stared straight at the other person.
The women showed no displeasure whatsoever; instead, they subconsciously puffed out their chests, as if this were a perfectly normal work procedure.
Their eyelashes cast soft shadows in the sunlight, and their lips even carried a faint smile, sometimes biting their lips or unintentionally contorting their bodies into an even more alluring curve.
Ernst smiled and pointed to the models' lingerie.
"What is this? A pot lid?" Ernst scoffed, his tone full of disdain. "We sell underwear, not run an art exhibition. Don't think like one of those fashion models."
For fashion designers, the standard for selecting models has always been the same: tall, thin, and flat-chested.
A slender figure can highlight the cut of clothing, a tall stature can support the overall shape, and a flat chest is to avoid overshadowing the clothing.
Look at the runways of major fashion weeks; almost every model meets this standard.
Her collarbones were clearly visible, her waistline was sharper than a knife's edge, and her chest was as flat as if it had been ironed.
Their figures are like products on an assembly line, yet they are regarded as the standard in the industry.
After all, only small breasts can draw the audience's attention to the clothing itself. If a model with an E-cup or H-cup walks with a bouncy gait, who would be interested in looking at the clothes?
But underwear is different. Although it's also a type of clothing, the important thing is to attract attention.
What will attract attention? A few pieces of cloth?
Lingerie models are like car models; I'm for LSPs to see, not for LSPs to appreciate.
People appreciate art; only those who see it will actually place an order.
The goal is to arouse men's impulsive desires, thereby indirectly influencing women's spending power.
You have a nice chest, but you've completely covered it up. What are you looking at?
"Remember, sexiness is in the design; big breasts are the essence."
"If you have something to offer, show it off boldly; if you don't, find a way to make it come out. That's the survival rule of the lingerie industry."
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"But—" The other person wanted to say something more, but before he could finish speaking, Ernst raised his hand to interrupt him.
"Given that you did a good job on this mission, I'll speak to Christie and double your holiday bonus."
The designers' initial resistance faded, replaced by a tacit silence. Even those who wanted to say something ultimately chose to remain silent in the face of the prize money.
"We need to revise it today and finalize the version."
Don't talk about art with artists; it hurts feelings.
Seeing that the others had left in tacit agreement, Ernst looked at the midday sun and thought the weather was nice today.
"Girls, we've got half a day off today, how about we have a pool party?"
He was greeted by a burst of cheerful cheers.
"Sisters, throw him down!"
Someone shouted, and several models dressed in sexy lingerie immediately surrounded Ernst, laughing and reaching out to push him.
Laughter instantly filled the courtyard, and with a loud "plop," Ernst was successfully pushed into the pool, splashing a huge spray of water.
A grand water fight officially began, with silvery laughter and splashing water bursting in the air, ripples spreading outwards, reflecting the swaying shadows in the sunlight, and for a moment, the air was filled with the joy of children.
Half an hour later, amidst the girls' laughter, Ernst, soaking wet, scrambled ashore in a disheveled state.
All I can say is that Hugh Hefner's pool design is truly enormous, capable of accommodating over a hundred people.
One man against more than a hundred, Ernst had almost worn out his hands from using the Eighteen Falling Techniques, but he was no match for these people who were all incredibly skilled at the Dragon Seeking and Tendon Exploring Techniques.
Just then, Muller strode over and handed him a clean towel. "Boss, Mr. Robert Iger just called and asked you to call him back when you have time."
Ernst took the towel, wiped his face, and shouted to the girls who were still playing in the pool, "Girls, you heard me too, I'll have to play with you next time."
Ernst would never admit defeat; a decisive victory was inevitable next time.
However, next time we need to be more strategic and divide and conquer.
Back on the deck chair, watching the mermaids frolicking in the pool, Ernst dialed the phone.
The call was answered almost immediately, and Robert Iger's calm voice came through the receiver: "The Golden Harvest people have arrived. When are you coming over?"
"Jackie and Raymond?"
When MGM contacted them a week ago, Raymond, also known as Zou Daheng, learned that it was Ernst's idea and that he was very optimistic about Jackie Chan's desire to cooperate. He then offered to personally bring Jackie Chan to Los Angeles to visit him.
"That's right, the two of them are in my office right now, and they brought quite a few photos of Hong Kong actresses with them."
Ernst thought for a moment, and an interesting idea suddenly popped into his head: "Then let them come to Playboy Manor."
After hanging up the phone, Ernst leaned back in his deck chair, imagining the expression on his brother's face when he saw the scene in the manor, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
I've always heard that this kung fu superstar is a very emotional person in private. I wonder if he'll drool like Craig when he sees this scene of a hundred flowers blooming before him.
But then again, how many male actors in Hong Kong during this era weren't womanizers?
Just like Mr. Zhou, who is famous for his image as the God of Gamblers, wasn't he also exposed for pinning Cherie Chung down on the sofa with ulterior motives?
I don't know which actresses Golden Harvest recommended this time. Actually, Ernst prefers Cherie Chung and Michelle Yeoh based on the roles they're given.
The Bond girl's identity is that of an Eastern female agent, and she needs to be somewhat heroic to fit the role. Historically, this role was played by Michelle Yeoh.
Unfortunately, Cherie Chung retired from acting in 94 to return to her family.
Michelle Yeoh has no problem with her acting skills or image, but Ernst said he couldn't bring himself to kiss her.
Meanwhile, Zou Daheng and Jackie Chan were sitting in their own car, closely following Robert Iger's car.
"Ah Long, when you meet Mr. Garfield later, be sure to watch your attitude and don't be impolite."
Zou Daheng turned his head and earnestly advised, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us. Although MGM's current momentum is not as strong as the other six major studios, it is still far superior to the independent film and television companies we have worked with before."
After a pause, a hint of anticipation flashed in Zou Daheng's eyes. "If we can reach a cooperation agreement with MGM this time, it will be twice as effective for you to break into Hollywood."
Since the Bruce Lee era, Zou Daheng has been dedicated to promoting Hong Kong films to the international market.
In his view, earning Hong Kong dollars is not as lucrative as earning US dollars. Although the Southeast Asian market is huge, the low ticket prices are an undeniable fact. Moreover, overseas distribution mostly adopts the buy-out method, so even if Hong Kong films are very popular, the profits that film companies can get are very limited.
However, if they could truly penetrate the international market through cooperation with Hollywood, the situation would be completely different.
Although Golden Harvest cannot hold a dominant share of investment, the revenue from global box office revenue sharing is absolutely incomparable to that of the Southeast Asian market.
"Don't worry, godfather, I'll be careful."
Jackie Chan nodded, but couldn't help feeling a little emotional. From the moment MGM took the initiative to contact them, Golden Harvest had conducted a detailed investigation into Ernst and Robert Iger. The more they learned, the more they realized that this young Hollywood tycoon was no ordinary person.
"Speaking of which, this Mr. Garfield is truly remarkable," Jackie Chan couldn't help but remark, his tone tinged with admiration. "Although he had some family wealth, he's essentially self-made, isn't he?"
In just six months, it first took control of MGM, a Hollywood giant, and recently acquired Playboy Group. Both of these companies are well-known entities.
What's even more astonishing is that the other party also founded an internet company, which is reportedly in financing negotiations with Wall Street recently, with a valuation of hundreds of millions of dollars, which is simply frightening.
An ordinary person would be proud to achieve any one of these accomplishments in their lifetime, but for Ernst, it all seemed to be within easy reach.
As for those foreign debts, they are nothing in the eyes of businessmen. Which successful businessman doesn't owe money?
As the two talked, the car slowly drove into the gates of the Playboy Estate.
After a rigorous safety check, the vehicle proceeded along the tree-lined driveway.
Before he even reached the poolside, Jackie Chan was astonished by the sight of a hundred flowers blooming in the distance.
The swimming pool, bathed in sunlight, is filled with beautiful women in sexy lingerie. They play in the water or lounge lazily on deck chairs by the shore, their skin glowing with a healthy radiance in the sunlight, creating a striking scene.
"Ah Long, watch your expression." Raymond Chow knew his godson too well and immediately whispered a reminder.
Jackie Chan snapped out of his daze, subconsciously swallowed, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Godfather, everyone says this guy is a super playboy, I didn't expect him to actually know how to enjoy himself."
Raymond Chow didn't reply, but calmly adjusted his suit collar and turned his gaze to Ernst, who was walking towards them not far away.
He knew very well that the upcoming meeting would determine whether Golden Harvest could truly open the door to Hollywood.