Chapter 112

"Bravo!!!"

"Twilight" can be considered a passable popcorn flick—it's got youth, it's got fantasy, and teenagers love it.

The audience in the theater burst into applause; by the look of it, a box-office hit was no problem at all.

Only after the premiere ended did Xu Can faintly overhear the audience grumbling.

"It's good-looking, sure, but the male and female leads have zero CP chemistry. Something just feels off."

"Only Spider-Man can pull it off—nobody else matches with Gwen."

The male lead, Robert Pattinson, was pretty awkward too.

During filming there wasn't even a kissing scene, and any sort of ambiguous, intimate physical contact was impossible—the two people playing a couple were more strangers to each other than siblings.

There's no way to act out CP chemistry, no matter how hard you try!

The core creative team didn't care about any of that—as long as it made money, a shoddy reputation didn't matter.

A great crowd set off in force, heading for the banquet hall of the nearby Beverly Hills Shanzhuang hotel to kick off the celebration party.

This was exactly where Xu Can had first met Taylor Swift.

"Xu, the director's people are calling me over. You've been looking for someone to arrange a loan and investment, right? You don't need to worry about me, then."

Emma knew Xu Can's recent difficulties and considerately let him go off on his own.

The two pressed cheeks in a light kiss, then each went off to their own networking.

"Look, that's the producer Marty Bowen—let's go give it a try…"

Happy and Xu Can stepped forward and melted into a group of successful white men, cigars clamped between their teeth, bourbon in hand, chatting at length about the current North American economy and current political news.

After chatting for a while, Xu Can suddenly felt bored.

They were blowing hot air to the skies, unable to get around to discussing anything practical.

After working the room among different groups, Xu Can once again ended up alone at the bar and ordered a bourbon on the rocks.

Filming movies was still more comfortable—networking in Hollywood was way too much hassle.

Just as he was drinking and flirting online with Taylor Swift, an elegant blonde woman sat down beside him.

She looked to be in her early-to-mid twenties, wearing a low-key yet luxurious evening gown whose true value only a connoisseur could spot.

The jewelry on her seemed plain and unremarkable, but in fact was worth an astronomical sum.

Unlike an ordinary rich woman, this woman clearly radiated an aristocratic air—she was unmistakably the daughter of a major financial magnate.

"Why do you feel a little familiar to me?"

"Mr. Xu, your pickup line is way too cliché." The blonde woman smiled gently and calmly.

"Honestly, I really do feel like I've seen you before… you wouldn't happen to be surnamed Trump, would you?"

"That's right—my name is Ivanka. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Spider-Man."