This situation was not expected by Frederick. He met Regis Johnson at a charity dinner. When he met the head of the Blue Moon Beer in Los Angeles, the beer advertisement had just taken shape in Johnson's head. So he seized the opportunity to recommend Sean. Although this kind of job is not as much as possible, the exposure rate needs to be moderate, Sean's previous advertisement was still last year's GUESS jeans advertisement, so it's totally OK.

At first, the other party gave up half-heartedly, saying that he would think carefully. After the Oscar nomination list came out, he immediately called and said that Sean was the person they wanted. Everything had been agreed upon, and it could be finalized after meeting today, but he didn't expect that Anna would have more variables.

"Simply put, although Sean is well-known enough and his image is very consistent, it has been controversial all the time, including scandals, age and current nominations. This may affect your products to a certain extent, so you want a more stable image that will not have ups and downs in public opinion, is that right?" Frederick delayed time and his heart was turning rapidly, how to deal with the current situation.

This time, because Sean was nominated for an Oscar, he finally succeeded in having the coveted independent office. He was too proud and felt that he was sure to win. So he relaxed in collecting information about other contestants' agents, and did not make plans, nor did he expect this situation to happen, so he fell into a dilemma.

Damn it, you can't lose to that stinky woman. Frederick said fiercely in his heart.

"Yes, that's it." Johnson behind the desk nodded, "Although your advice is good, drinking and watching football games at home, downplaying the attributes of public places, and downplaying the indulgent attributes of alcoholic beverages, it's hard to say that no one or organization will make a fuss about this, especially when Sean caused a lot of controversy."

Is Anna Gordon telling you this? Frederick really wants to ask this question. But it is actually impossible. Asking this question is like breaking apart.

"I don't think this is actually a big problem, Regis," the agent changed his name to win over each other's relationship. "There is no one who will not cause controversy. You have to understand that the controversy caused by Sean is really nothing. I think this will make Blue Moon Beer more attention. We have said before that setting up a warm environment for friends to gather at home is no legal and moral problem. Anyone who wants to make this statement can refute it without hesitation."

"I admit that your words make sense, but unfortunately, Fred, we can't take risks." Johnson sighed.

Frederick raised his eyebrows. After restraining his mind, his agile thinking temporarily returned to him, allowing him to capture something. It sounded like Blue Moon Beer encountered some difficulties, and Anna happened to know. Then she used this point to specify targeted lobbying strategies and finally persuaded Johnson.

"Can I know, who do you want now?" Frederick asked.

"Well..." I probably felt that I owe him, so Johnson hesitated and replied, "It's Josh Hannett."

It turns out that he is a stinky woman. Frederick cursed hard in his heart, and then asked quickly: "So, Regis, which one do you think is more suitable for advertising for Blue Moon Beer?"

"This is not a more appropriate question, Fred, we can't take risks." Johnson repeated the previous words.

"Have you met him?" Frederick asked.

"…Yes, I've seen it," Johnson shook, "It doesn't make sense, Fred..."

"So, at least you should meet Sean, that's fair, isn't it?" Frederick interrupted.

"Okay." After pondering for a while, Johnson nodded.

"I'm going to make arrangements." Frederick did not hesitate at all. After getting the promise, he got up and left Johnson's office, and then came all the way downstairs before he took out the phone and started calling again.

"Good job, Anna, you really know how to seize opportunities." He said gritting his teeth as he walked.

"I just told the truth," Anna's smug and lazy voice came from over there. "Who made Sean only 19? If he was 21 years old, no matter how I lobby, wouldn't it?"

"I thought you admire him very much." Frederick snorted heavily.

"I do appreciate him very much, but it's two things to compete for a contract with you, isn't it?" Anna chuckled.

"To be honest, what happened to the Blue Moon." Frederick then changed the topic, and if he continued to talk, he would show weakness.

"Isn't it your responsibility to understand the dynamics of the goal? Or is it that someone is so proud that he forgot about it." Anna asked mockingly.

Frederick gritted his teeth and controlled his emotions. He hummed again, hung up the means and slapped him on the steering wheel. Obviously, the other party did not give him any chance to turn the tables.

"Don't think you'll win like this. Wait and see, stinky lady!" Although he said harsh words, he had no choice for a while.

"Alice, it's me. Now check the recent situation of Blue Moon Beer to see if they are in trouble." Frederick quickly called the assistant, but he knew it would be useless. It would take at least two or three days to find out what the Blue Moon was, and it might not be useful. Johnson asked him to make an appointment with Sean as early as tomorrow morning.

"Okay, then..." sighed and he began to dial another number.

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"The other party wants to see me? Why?" Sean was a little surprised when he continued the call, "You can't handle it alone? Or... I think you seem to be hiding something, Fred, this is my intuition... OK, but I have to wait a while, because I'm buying a car now."

Hang up the phone and shrugged, Sean then walked back to where he was just now. In the bright car business, the manager was also introducing Sanders: "The CL coupe is the latest product of Mercedes-Benz. It uses the most advanced technology and runs very smoothly. Although it has four-seater double doors, it will never affect your entry and exit. It will accelerate from 0 to 60 miles per hour by 5.8 seconds, and the maximum speed can reach 155 miles per hour. It can be said that it has both the speed of a sports car, and the spaciousness and comfort of the sedan, which is very suitable for traveling with friends..."

When Sean walked in front of him, he looked over again with a professional smile: "What do you think, Mr. Tang?"

But Sean looked at Sanders: "Sandy, what do you think?"

Sanders also pushed it out: "If you don't think it's important, wait for Garen to come back, after all, he's the driver."

As he was speaking, Galen, who was going out to test the car, and the assistant of the car dealer came back. Galen, who was still smiling, shouted: "I like this car, Sean."

"That's it." Sean didn't say much, and took out his credit card.

"You have already decided?" Garen, who did not react, showed an unexpected look.

"Since you think it's good, this car is good." Sean waved his hand and added, "You're the driver anyway."

"But, I think that C-type 180 classic is also good." Galen grabbed his head.

"Are you sure? If you think it's good, then buy it," Sean said dismissively, "Sometimes we have to go out separately."

Then he turned to the manager: "Mr. Lawrence, we want that C-type 180 classic, too."

"Wait, Sean," Garen had to stop him, "The C-type 180 classic and the CL-type 600 are similar, so there is no need to buy two cars."

"I said, sometimes we have to separate out. If I drive away Lincoln and Sanders drive away CL, which one do you want to drive? Besides, money always has to be spent, and not every minute has to be saved." Sean waved his hand indifferently.

"Okay, I get it." Garen shook his head and sighed, knowing that he had made up his mind. "But if you really want to buy another one, I suggest buying that M-type SUV. SUV is obviously a better choice for long-distance travel."

Sean thought for a few seconds and looked at Sanders again: "What do you think, Sandy? Did you drive the M-shaped car just now?"

"It only felt for a few minutes," Sanders shrugged, "What I really want to say...well, it's really good."

"Then let's buy that ML55 SUV again." Sean immediately made the decision and made a gesture to the manager. The latter was naturally very happy. In just a short while, the procedures for the two cars were completed.

"Fred just called me and needed me to go over and talk about the previous Blue Moon beer advertising contract. Since the car has been completed, let's go now." Sean said to Garen and Sanders, and then added: "Drive a new car over."

"Which new car is driving? CL600 or ML55, Lincoln Continental and another car?" Garen asked.

"CL600, as for the other two cars, Mr. Lawrence should be able to help us solve this problem, right?" Sean looked at the manager with a smile.

"No problem, I will ask someone to drive the car over and everything is done. Please rest assured," the manager still had that professional smile. "In addition, the entire car is covered with film, carpet and pillows, etc. are all within the scope of the gift, and there are several free maintenance."

"Oh?" Sean raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The other party immediately took a poster, Sean's single poster in "The Genius Ripley", and his smile became sincere: "As long as you sign my daughter, she is 17 years old this year, and I really like the movie you starred in."

"You can get all kinds of accessories for free by signing an autograph, and save a lot of money. Sean is really a big star." Garen said jokingly after driving a new car on the road.

"It's good when can I use my signature to exchange for private jets?" Sanders teased.

"There will be." Sean smiled and shook his head.
Chapter completed!