Chapter 470: I Want to Fight Ten

"What's so strange about that?"

Facing the lens that had been pointed at him and Scarlett Johansson, Zhou Yi not only showed no awareness of a celebrity facing paparazzi, but instead raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Haven't you guys gotten used to it yet?"

???

So this bastard is pretending to be cool, huh?

When Sean Mitchell, a reporter for The Sun, saw Scarlett Johansson standing nearby with her eyes full of nothing but Zhou Yi because of that remark, his mood was undoubtedly as unpleasant as eating a Stargazy pie.

"But it doesn't matter if you haven't gotten used to it. I think you'll slowly get used to it in the future."

Zhou Yi, smiling brightly before the camera, sounded exactly like a sunny, cheerful boy when he said this, especially with a blonde hot girl matching Hollywood's traditional aesthetic by his side at that moment.

That air of arrogant confidence swept over them; not only did it rarely make people feel disgusted, but it possessed a strange magic that attracted everyone watching him.

Probably due to the height difference, the beautiful and charming side of Scarlett standing beside Zhou Yi even gave a misplaced sense of being a trophy.

"You were out late with Ms. Johansson watching a movie. Have you considered how Kelly Brook or Mariah Carey might feel? Or anyone else's?" Choked by the remark, Sean Mitchell decisively dropped this topic and returned to his old trade as a reporter for The Sun.

As the most widely known gossip paper globally, The Sun, which is a top-tier player in surrounding scandals, focuses entirely on messing with people's minds.

As everyone knows, the two women Zhou Yi is currently most entangled with in Europe and America are these two: one wrote a song for her, and one fought a war for her.

"Didn't you already start writing about it in the newspapers?"

Zhou Yi shrugged in great confusion, walking while nodding his chin toward the camera: "Are you pretending again? Asking if this is all unnecessary? Since when does your The Sun care so much about a celebrity's private feelings?"

"Are you evading our question, Spike?" Sean Mitchell, not falling for that trick, stuck to his question, refusing to be led astray by Zhou Yi's aggression.

As a senior employee of The Sun, being sent to deal with the famous Zhou Yi was enough to show how much his business ability and professional quality were recognized within the company.

"Of course not. I am your loyal fan."

Just before getting into the car, Zhou Yi joked with a smile: "I absolutely love Page Three girls."

He wasn't lying; he truly loved watching them.

Page Three girls is an exclusive title for models under the British The Sun, which has been one of the best ways for many girls to become famous by stripping since the 1970s.

No plastic surgery or cosmetic procedures, such as breast augmentation, were allowed; this era's Page Three girls focused entirely on being all-natural.

"What?"

Watching the two get into the car with his own eyes while being blocked by bodyguards, reporter Sean grew anxious. He tried to break through several times but was forcibly dragged back by the bodyguards, making him grind his teeth in frustration.

The only thing worth being glad about was that the bodyguards hadn't ripped out the film from his partner's camera or the SD card from the DV, allowing him to preserve the final results obtained after staking out for several nights in advance.

In the car, Scarlett Johansson, now settled in the passenger seat, was also somewhat curious: "I thought you would confiscate his camera."

This reporter tonight had clearly received wind and staked out in advance; she could tell at a glance. Having mixed in Hollywood for a long time, she still had this kind of insight.

"Don't you need the heat? I don't care; it depends on you. If you don't need it, I'll call right now and have them buy the camera for money; that's okay." Zhou Yi, spinning the steering wheel with one hand, remained noncommittal.

"Then should I say thank you?"

"You're welcome. Just wear the Marvel Black Widow agent costume tonight; I'm not picky." Zhou Yi stated seriously, immediately earning a charming eye-roll from Scarlett.

Last time it was an angel from the Bible; this time it's the Black Widow from Marvel. The focus is on being indiscriminate.

If this trend continues, next time they might as well go straight for Wonder Woman or Supergirl.

However, it must be said that the days spent playing alongside Zhou Yi were indeed very happy and relaxing, with nothing to think about. If she hadn't clearly known that it was impossible between her and him, Scarlett might even have sunk a little.

"Zhou Yi's Cinema Holds Hands with New Love, Staying at a Hotel Fighting Until 3 AM!"

Early the next morning, the gossip about Zhou Yi in The Sun was published immediately with pictures and proof, detailing exactly what time Zhou Yi and Scarlett Johansson entered the cinema, what time they entered the hotel, and what time the lights went out in the hotel room, and so on.

The writer even wrote a few flowery little passages, as if he had been lying under the bed at the time acting as a live witness—

【Scarlett, dressed in red, displayed her body freely, her leather jacket half-covering her, swaying violently with the interrogation of an agent level, just like a ripe peach swaying in the wind.】

【Her pretty buttocks and jade legs remained tender and fragrant, but the coquetry revealing from her bones had already drilled into Spike's heart, piercing straight to the bottom of his soul...】

Qian Jiang folded half the newspaper, looking the man up and down with a strange expression as he yawned his way into the company, making the latter feel a chill in his heart—

"What are you looking at? Is there something wrong with me?" Zhou Yi subconsciously grabbed a small mirror and checked his neck back and forth, finding no obvious or unique lingering marks.

"That's not it. I just see you living so freely; be careful not to leave behind a child." Qian Jiang, having held it in for a long while, finally blurted out this piece of advice.

Europe and America are not like the domestic scene.

Once a small model or small star over there gets pregnant and gives birth, the child support alone would milk Zhou Yi to death.

Although it wouldn't break his bones, it would still be a potential trouble spot.

"Don't worry, I have a handle on it."

Zhou Yi waved his hand with a smile: "As for you, calling me out of the hotel so early in the morning, is there something you need?"

A star like Scarlett, who has immense career ambition, would absolutely not waste time getting herself pregnant during her career's rise.

Hearing this, Qian Jiang slapped his forehead: "It's like this. Your wish marketing strategy worked very well, but I was thinking you might also be suitable for another method. I don't know if you're interested in trying it."

"Another one?"

Zhou Yi was somewhat curious: "Like what?"

The reason he could continue playing the Purple Star marketing gimmick was that Madonna had never encountered it before and couldn't counter him based on experience for the time being.

"You've seen this method before, Xie Tingfeng's: 'The Man Who Ended the Era of the Four Heavenly Kings'." Handing over the complete project file he had rushed to produce to Zhou Yi, Qian Jiang solemnly laid out the plan.

Back in Hong Kong, after Xie Tingfeng exploded onto the scene with a single album, Emperor Entertainment directly hyped him up as 'The Man Who Ended the Era of the Four Heavenly Kings', directly stepping on the past Four Heavenly Kings of Hong Kong as stepping stones.

And as the heat following Xie Tingfeng spread, combined with the fact that Xie Tingfeng's album sales were indeed unparalleled, causing the active fans of the Four Heavenly Kings combined to be unable to tear apart Xie Tingfeng's fans, this phrase directly became an established fact that was passed down.

What Qian Jiang wants to do now is replicate Emperor Entertainment's marketing, except this time the stepping stones aren't their own people, but the world's music scene's recognized Five Divas: Madonna Ciccone, Celine Dion, Mariah Carey, Whitney Houston, and Janet Jackson.

"They represent a past era, while your arrival signifies a brand new era..."

Stepping on one's own people isn't much of a feat; stepping on foreigners is what makes a true man.

Thinking of that scene, Qian Jiang felt his blood boiling.

He had experienced the era of the Five Divas in the nineties; for him, surpassing these few people held a sense of spiritual satisfaction.

In the 1990s, among American male singers on the world music scene, aside from Michael Jackson, basically no one could compete with the influence of the Five Divas.

"..."

After pondering for a while, Zhou Yi, stroking his chin, shook his head; Qian Jiang's excited mood instantly turned cold.

After all, he was merely an agent; if the artist refused to cooperate, then he—

"Bring in Michael Jackson, P. Diddy, and that whole batch together. End the Era of the Gods and fight them all at once."

Under Qian Jiang's gaze, his eyes wide open, Zhou Yi's right index finger, which was stroking his chin, paused: "Take advantage of the fact that Jackson is currently being ruined by Westerners themselves. Let's do it together; otherwise, once the Western media recovers and turns their guns outward in unison, there will be no chance."

Right now, the only ace in the West capable of beating him, Michael Jackson, was deeply mired in scandal and unable to extricate himself. If they were to play the game of suppression and hype, now was the only opportunity.

"It's not impossible, but the only problem right now is Mariah Carey. After all, you have a connection with this 'Butterfly.' If you take her down as well, that would be a bit like burning the bridge after crossing it." Qian Jiang still voiced the greatest restriction.

If he were to learn from those Western stars who constantly backstabbed their friends, the plan would have no flaws, but Zhou Yi was not such a person.

"That's simple. I'll just write songs for her."

Without a second thought, Zhou Yi brought out his greatest trump card.

Even with his aura of online feuds upon him, due to the influence of her ex-husband, the Sony executive, Mariah Carey inevitably entered a decline after entering 2003.

As long as he produced songs capable of helping Mariah Carey achieve a century-level resurgence, or even help her return to her peak, she would certainly be willing to help with this favor.

Of course, if she was truly unwilling, it didn't matter; his decision would not shift based on her will.

"Hammer, the Black rapper who brought hip-hop culture into the mainstream music market in the late 1980s and early 1990s; P. Diddy, the representative figure of 1990s hip-hop; the King of Pop, Michael Jackson..."

Although this list contained more female singers, there was no way around it; after all, starting from the late 1980s and early 1990s, the Western music scene was more characterized by divas fighting each other.

"Gather more people to stimulate my fans to keep voting. Set a goal for them; they will have more motivation to vote. Let's just say..."

Zhou Yi, who had drawn a red circle around Michael Jackson's name, paused his pen tip: "I want to fight ten!"

(End of this chapter)