King of Hollywood

Chapter 39: Too bad you can't do that.

Just after that, the loud office silenced down. Half an hour later, the official who asked the first question patted Edward on the shoulder and sighed: "I hope the worst doesn't happen.” [Search latest updates all over]

“I hope so.” Edward laughed, some helpless and some used to, and quickly left, “the new director will chair the Planning Department meeting for the first time today, and we'll know. ”

The worst case scenario was that the new woman, Charlize, who had been given the position by sleeping with her boss, had learned nothing, had no control or had no control at all, and the power had fallen into the hands of "Mr. Bruto”. The title comes from the great rebels in "The Powerful Sailor," a bearded face, arrogant, arrogant, self-righteous, who never puts anyone else in their eyes.

So, what kind of person would be given this nickname? And most of the non-planning staff agreed to the title?

“How could they do that! How could Mr. Bentley do this? As deputy director of the planning department, haven't I been supporting the big picture for over a month? Aren't I running the whole department?!” Mr. Bruto "in Edward's mouth is furious at the moment in his office, he doesn't have a mustache and is dressed neatly, the texture of the communication is about thirty to forty, but the drooping corners of his eyes and thin lips make him look rather thin.

“Yes, of course, Mr. Fassbinder, but who let that woman... be the mistress of the chairman of the board of directors of the head office?” The assistant was cautiously beside him, “I believe, whether Mr. Bentley or a

c The board of directors sees your accomplishments in the eyes, but... perhaps this Miss Charlize would like to try out some planning work, so Mr. Corwell would... arrange this. ”

“Stupid woman!” The middle-aged man, called Fassbinder, scolded and said, “Who does she think she is? What does she think the planning job is? Sleeping with a man is good? Look at her plan! ”

Fassbinder walking back and forth in the room suddenly came to the desk, lifting a plan book to the middle of the sky and dumping it around: "Look at this nonsense, the show? Who would love to see a bunch of strange people jump on stage! Survivor is the truly great reality show! Did she think she could get over 50 million views for just making a show?! ”

The assistant next to him lowered his head and his disdainful look flashed from the corner of his mouth, but quickly regained his respect, while Fassbinder continued to chat.

“I really don't understand what Mr. Corwell is thinking, he's a great director, he's got a genius idea, but why would he do that? Why don't you let her make a movie?, the new Wonder Woman, what a great title, I would be happy to help Mr. Corwell red her.” Fassbinder finally slowed his breath, apparently not being an idiot, knowing who could attack and who could not.

In fact, it is true that this “Mr. Bruto”, despite being as grumpy, arrogant and proud as that animated character - as he put it, with the wrong name, without the wrong nickname - always sits in this position, which has nothing to do with his mastery of his superiors' minds, wherever they may be, which is office culture.

Of course. His uncle helped a lot, too, William? Arden, a

c One of the few executive directors on the board to hold the position of vice president in a broadcasting company, is Sean? Mr. Fassbinder's distant uncle. It was because of this uncle that Fassbinder was able to enter a

c, also because the uncle, even if he made a few mistakes, was made small by big things.

There are people up there who are not right, and the ability to do things is good, so Fassbinder is always proud and unattended, and even the original head of department opens one eye to him. Such a dogma naturally annoys the staff, not only the staff of the planning department, but also the profession of the non-planning department, and given that he is no different from that of the great rebel in The Powerful Sailor, the nickname "Mr. Bruto” is placed on his head - although there are many such proud rebels as animation, it is agreed that the rude Bruto is his prototype - to see how unpopular this guy is.

Mr. Fassbinder knew the nickname, but he was proud of it, and in private, he even propagated: Yes, I am Bruto, and unfortunately you don't have spinach, much less Bobby the mighty sailor.

“Well, get ready for the meeting.” After the leak, Fassbinder finally calmed down, pulled the collar, and then restored the look of literacy, "this was the first meeting of the new director in the planning department, and we can't be late —— are we all ready, Jeff? ”

“Yes, Mr. Fassbinder, everyone has expressed their support for you.” Assistant Jeff? Ferman still looked respectful and sighed in his heart for the upcoming meeting.

“Well, if the lady is funny, I don't mind respecting her on the face, but if she's not... that's okay, it's not up to her.” Fassbinder grinned and waved his hand out of the office.

Soon he came to the doorway of the conference room and walked in after two symbolic knocks. There were some low-pitched rooms that were silent, and many people lowered their eyes and did not look at Spinder.

“You're two minutes late, Mr. Sean.” The young woman sitting at the top of the table, writing a painting on a document, looked up at him and said in a plain tone.

“Really? I'm so sorry. I think my office clock's a little slow.” Fassbinder laughed and sat down in the first position on her right hand side, and he did it deliberately, just two minutes late, which is really nothing, but so many people should know what he was trying to say just because he could be late.

What a beautiful woman. Fassbinder was measuring Charlize and thinking in his heart. No wonder people say the miracle director has a good eye and a better look at women. The black suit underneath is a thin silk underwear, to the short skirt of the knee plus translucent black silk and high heels, the five officials are very sophisticated, there is no expression on the face, the cold aesthetic is itchy, I can't help but want to conquer her.

“Hope not next time.” Charlize, who kept his head down and still wrote the painting, said so.

This somewhat commanding tone allowed Fassbinder to pick the eyebrows, but he didn't say anything, just grunted in his heart.

“Well, now that everyone's here, let's get started.” Finally, the gorgeous iceberg girl who wrote something dropped the pen in her hand, "introduces herself first, am I Charlize? Cylon, the new head of planning, was already in Adrian before taking over? Having been with Mr. Corwell for seven years as an assistant secretary, I neither know nor want to know what you're thinking, but I just want you to work hard. As a planning department, we need a lot of imagination, we need to translate imagination into reality, and the planning department has created a lot of valuable things, and I don't think you want to see yourself doing nothing, right? ”

No innovative speech. Listening to Charlize's opening remarks, Fassbinder gave her such a comment in his heart, and then looked down on the woman.

“Fine, so let's go to the second question," Charlize asked again, unanswered for a moment, the cold expression on his face hardly changed, as if he didn't see the strange atmosphere in the conference room, "Regarding the proposal I gave you, I'm sure you've seen it, who has any questions? ”

Still no one answered, and even if so many staff members looked to their right, they quickly regained that low eyelid appearance. Faced with this situation, Fassbinder was also somewhat dissatisfied and immediately gave an eye to the assistant sitting next to him.

A slight bitter smile from Jeff? Ferman scratched his face, and then he coughed softly: “Frankly, Miss Charlize, I think the plan, though innovative overall, is not really very operable, and the audience likes to stimulate the likes of drama, not just singing and dancing...”

“That's why we give the planning book to everyone to read," Charlize took over quickly, "no matter how broad a person's perspective is, genius is no exception, so we always need more opinions to improve the planning, which is why the planning department exists. If you're not excited enough, Mr. Jeff, you can say what you need to do to attract the audience, if you just don't think it's enough to attract the audience. ”

“Well... this...” Ferman smiled bitterly, "about this, you can do an article on the singer's... um... promotion, for example, must be upgraded for a variety of reasons, and definitely invite some big stars to judge... frankly, this requires a lot of money, the company now has a lot of reality shows, it doesn't need such a big investment. ”

“It's nice in the front, but it's still very general in the back," Charlize said not too slowly, "how much do you need to invest? What are the specifics of the outlook? Where can losses be caused? ”

“This...” Ferman had a fine sweat bead coming out of his head, and he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Fassbinder glanced at him with dissatisfaction and swept away the silent staff sitting in their seats, then took up the topic: “No need, Miss Charlize, just a little reading of some of the ideas is enough for us to conclude that the problem with the show is that the investment is too large and the stage is too restrictive. If it was placed two or three years ago, it might be worth the company's input, but it's a little late now. ”

“Have you read my plan in detail, Mr. Sean?” Charlize did not care about what he said, but asked directly, and at the same time her eyes changed, adding a little more sarcasm and ridicule to the cold.

This upsets Fassbinder, who thinks he has spoken in style enough that if the woman knew each other, she should go on and announce the meeting. But she asked such a question and made such a face. What did she want to do? You really think you can handle the head of the planning department?

“I won't change my opinion,” he said in an impatient tone, waving his hand like a fly, “that's a good plan, Miss Charlize, for you as a non-highly educated person, but I'm sure everyone here would agree with me. ”

He swept the conference room with pride, and although some people were changing their eyes and others were moving their bodies slightly, no one had ever spoken the last two words.

“You haven't answered my question, Mr. Sean.” What surprises many, however, is that Charlize is not angry at all and still asks in a cold, slightly sarcastic tone, "Have you read my proposal in detail? ”

Is this woman an idiot? Fassbinder was a little annoyed, and since he even said "no higher education," which was basically a tear to the face, he didn't hesitate to answer: "No, it's not necessary. ”

“I can understand that you made this decision without knowing the details and studying the proposal, right?” The sarcasm was even more evident, especially with a feeling of immensity that forced Fassbinder's head to pop straight and he almost spoke out: "Yes! ”

Yeah, that's it. So what? He looked at Charlize with a smile on his face, like a jerk. A lot of people lowered their heads again, wondering if it was because of the new supervisor or laughing at her impotence.

“Well, from now on, you don't have to work.” One of these words came out of Charlize's mouth, and she turned around and said hello to her secretary: "Eleanor, call Norman from Security? Mr. Patrick brought a few men up. ”

Until then, the crowd in the conference room reacted and looked shocked at Charlize sitting at the top.

“Are you an idiot?” Fassbinder turned red and stared furiously at Charlize as if he couldn't help but eat her, "fired me? Who do you think you are? ”

This is an indiscriminate humiliation, knowing that she is not eligible to fire herself, but it seems to Fassbinder that saying this on such occasions is a challenge to him and a * * naked humiliation! He has to let this woman know that she has pissed him off and she has to pay! It's just, will he get that chance?

“Before I came, Adrian from head office? Mr. Corwell, Claude? Mr. Rownlis and a

c Antonigo? Mr. Deeds, William? Mr. Arden, and a

c The board of directors has given me full authority in planning matters, including appointment and dismissal, "Charlize said in a chilling tone that remains unchanged for 10,000 years.

Suddenly, breathing sounds rang unevenly, and everyone's eyes began to flicker. There is no need for Charlize to lie, nor to say such lies as are worn at once. Besides, among the people she cites, Adrian alone, the chairman of the board of directors, could have fired Fassbinder, let alone William, if he had given his unequivocal support? Arden, Far House Uncle of Fassbinder!

Fassbinder's face turned blue and red, staring Charlize in the eye, shaking his lips half silent.

“You're lying!” The voice seemed to be squeezing out of his voice, and he breathed deeply, and the blues in his head were cold-blooded, giving the illusion that it would burst at any moment.

“Anyone with doubts may consult them for evidence.” Charlize is still so cloudy and in stark contrast to angry Faspinder.

None of the staff here felt sympathetic, and no one expected that the chairman of the board would support the woman to this point, and of course, more was a disaster, and “Mr. Bruto” would finally have it.

That's when the knock went off, and then the head of security, Norman? Patrick showed up at the conference room door with two security guards: "Can I help you, Miss Charlize? ”

“Sean? Mr. Fassbinder is no longer an employee of the company and has two security guards with him to pack his things.” Charlize said carelessly, as if Fassbinder were just a small, insignificant character.

Patrick hesitated, but then he made a gesture to the security guard behind him, and a white man and a black man came behind Fassbinder, making a gesture together. As is the case with American companies, once an employee is fired, he is immediately forced to pack his things and leave, and is also required to have bodyguard supervision, for fear that the dismissed employee's grievances may be secretly sabotaged, without a month's notice being given here, and sufficient time is allowed for the dismissed person to find a job.

Fassbinder touched his teeth so hard that he breathed so loudly that he finally shook and stood up momentarily.

“You bitch, you just climbed into this position with a man in bed, what else can you do besides that!” He scolded with a vicious curse of no decency.

“Too bad you can't do that.” Charlize then understated.

Suddenly, Fassbinder felt like he had been pinched in the throat, and his face rose red and could not be said any more. Everyone around him looked strangely colored and seemed to want to laugh and dare not laugh. Eventually, he walked out somewhat snuggly.

“Has anyone else read my proposal in detail?” When that poor former deputy supervisor left, Charlize threw the previous question out again, and the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly grew heavy and dull, and the staff here began to be careful, you know, that few of them had spoken well for the new supervisor just now.

Charlize did not say anything, however, but waited patiently, and half a while later an official raised his hand with hesitation.

“Edward? Hubble.” Charlize nodded. "Anything else? ”

Another official raised his hand slowly swallowing it.

“Julianne? Harrington, good.” Charlize nodded again. "Anything else? ”

No one raised their hands again this time, so after 10 minutes, the new supervisor closed the folder in front of him: "So, that concludes today's meeting, please remember to read the plan carefully this time, and Edward, Julianne and Jeff came to my office. ”