Unlucky Hawke

Hawk is panicking now.

It was a large office with clear windows, but he didn't feel at all safe when he sat up. It felt like a sinister wind was rushing up from his feet, and it seemed like an evil spirit was coming to claim his life, making him involuntarily tighten his neck.

He was holding a thin piece of paper in his hand, with the sales volume of the past three days printed on it. He should have been happy, but his expression was as ugly as if he had taken a mouthful of thick Shit.

Because the above figures are shocking, sales plummeted by 40% compared to the previous period.

What kind of concept is this? It's like thousands of car accidents in New York in the past two days, which accurately killed all the men who wanted to buy magazines.

"FXXK! FXXK!" Hawke spat out a few curse words loudly, his chest heaved rapidly, and then he collapsed on the thick boss chair like mud.

His heart was pounding, his eyes were filled with stars, and he even felt like he was going to the hospital in the next second.

How can this be! He scratched his head and couldn't figure out what was going on. Did they not like Lisa anymore?

how come?

"Ding ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!" The phone jumped on the table, and Hawke reached out to pick it up. The next moment, he heard the anxious voice of his subordinate.

"Editor-in-Chief! We have received many calls from readers, all complaining that the quality of our magazine has dropped a lot."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, what are they talking about!" Hawke asked, straightening his crooked baseball cap.

"They said that what we shot was... it was terrible anyway, and it didn't have the same feel as the previous one at all."

"Some people also said that our aesthetic was too bad, and Lisa didn't match the clothes at all!"

"Other people also asked Did we change the photographer? The style is completely inconsistent."

"In addition, they also said that Lisa's condition is not good. She seems to have sucked too many leaves and her expression looks terrible!"

"Okay, okay ! "Hawk's weak heart couldn't accept so many bad reviews, so he could only stop his subordinates' voices: "Okay, I understand, don't worry, tell them we will correct it in the next issue!"

After hanging up the phone, Hawke breathed a sigh of relief. A rude fat man rushed straight into the door.

"Hoke! Look what you've done!"

"Boss!" Hawke stood up immediately, but then he was faced with a storm of words from his boss.

In just ten minutes, he accepted no less than twenty FXXK, fifteen SHXT, and thirty-six GOD.

Until he walked out of the office, he was still a little confused.

Only when he was jolted by the cold wind did he remember that he was going to Andrew's house.

"Damn it! Why should I go and persuade him to come back!" Hawke complained, but his steps speeded up uncontrollably. For the sake of his own future, it was better to bring Dondella back as a photographer as soon as possible.

He drove the car at high speed, and the forty-minute drive suddenly took only twenty-five minutes to arrive at Andrew's house.

Hawke looked at the lighted window, took a deep breath, stepped up the steps, and rang the door bell.

"Ding dong!"

"Who?" Andrew was chatting with his agent Mike when he suddenly heard the ringing sound and was a little confused. He looked at his watch and it was already six o'clock in the evening. Could it be that Carmela and her two children had already left the park from the park at this time? Are you back?

He opened the door, only to find Hawke, the editor-in-chief of Newland.

"Why are you here?"

Hawke burst in directly and walked to the living room with an awkward smile and said, "I...actually came to see you."

"Look at me?" Andrew frowned.

"Uh, yes, hey, hello. I'm the editor-in-chief of "New York Underground Art", Hawke."

After Hawke came in, he found that there was already a serious-looking customer in a suit, and he hurriedly said hello. Out of politeness, Mike had to respond: "Hello, I am Andrew's agent, Mike."

"Agent? What agent? Photographer's agent? Hahaha, you really know how to joke." Huo Ke smiled and suddenly his expression dropped, then he turned to look at Andrew, and then at Mike, who had a serious expression.

"Wait a minute, is it really the agent?" he asked.

Andrew shrugged: "Of course, that's right."

Mike also said: "Yes, Andrew has signed a management agreement with our CAA and will soon be responsible for directing Kelly Rowland's song MV."

"Okay, Kai Leigh Rowland, who is that? A third-tier singer? When will you CAA accept such orders? Then if I want to make music on a whim, I can also come to you." Hawke said in a funny way. One sentence.

However, the other two people were not smiling at all.

"Well, if you have such a need, that's fine, as long as you pay the packaging fee. Believe me, CAA's packaging service is definitely worth the money."

At this point, Mike couldn't help but correct Hawke's statement: "Also, , Kelly Rowland is not a third-tier singer, she is a member of Destiny's Child."

When he heard Destiny's Child, Hawke was stunned. Of course he was familiar with the name, and he was a fan! Although I only bought the album, I am also aware of Destiny's Child's influence in the United States.

That's a very popular girl group!

So...Andrew is going to shoot a MV for Destiny's Child?

How can this be!

Hawke's brain was a little down for a moment, and he looked at the two people again and found that they were not joking at all.

"Then you still have time to shoot... Uh, I mean, the magazine still has a photographer position, are you free?"

Andrew shook his head, picked up an orange and peeled it: "Sorry, Hawke, I'm completely There's no time to shoot the magazine, just like I said before I left."

"Okay, okay." Hawke came out of the shock, turned around mechanically and walked towards the door, and turned back when he was about to open the door." Andrew, will you go to the Grammys in the future?"

Andrew laughed when he heard this: "Maybe, I will let you know if I go, and you can see me on TV."

"Okay. Yes, you must inform me."

Hawke raised his lips, then opened the door and walked out.

After his figure disappeared, Mike wondered: "What did he come for?"

"I don't know, maybe he wanted to persuade me to go back? But why did he feel that he was absent-minded."

"Forget it, we still talked for two days. Let's shoot, this time the MV director is Tone..."

At the same time, Hawke outside the door was still eavesdropping on the conversation inside the room. When he heard the specific details of the MV shooting, he finally confirmed that this was not a crazy event. style performance, but Andrew is indeed different from the same.

Hawke walked down the steps in despair, and suddenly received a call from Lisa.

"What should I do? Just keep filming. Don't worry, the next issue will be fine."

"What? My fault? You accused Andrew of being verbally violent to you!"

"The filming didn't work? If it wasn't for your damn butt. Gao, how come there are so many negative comments? And why don't you say that your expression management is a mess!"

"I'm crazy! I'm going to lose my fucking job!"

"Look ! Andrew saves you! You've already filmed a MV for Destiny Girl! FXXKYOU!"

(End of this chapter)