Chapter 248: Split Reputation, Heaven-Defying Box Office

"The Hollywood Reporter" used a sensational headline,

and a very creative cover, making that issue sell out at many newsstands across the U. S.

And the content inside also had some solid substance.

"Hollywood, this world's most famous dream factory, stages the sweetness of 'bitterness ends and sweetness begins' or the myth of 'success and fame' every day."

Now "Twilight" is rewriting Hollywood's timeless legend of 'overnight fame' with astonishing box office results.

After the new 007 debuted hotly last week, everyone thought the North American film market would be a bit quieter this week, preparing for Thanksgiving next week, but we all thought wrong...

It turns out that today's girl power is already strong enough to be invincible. They not only chattered and pushed "Twilight" to the championship throne, but the box office they contributed exceeded everyone's expectations of $110 million!

"Bolt" performed worse than expected because it was squeezed out by "Twilight"...

Cute warm puppies, sexy action uncles, under the support of little girls, were no match for that handsome oriental vampire.

Under his leadership, the U. S. film market had its first weekend exceeding $80 million this year, the first time since "The Dark Knight" exploded globally last year!

......... Although the bestseller of the novel is the basis for the movie's big sales, the "Eragon" that was also a bestseller among teenagers a few years ago failed miserably in its first attempt, so why could "Twilight" succeed?"

Michelle Williams saw this and was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Michelle, are you inside? Come out quickly, the director is looking for you."

Michelle hurriedly wiped the tear stains on her face, put the copy of "The Hollywood Reporter" that someone had forgotten on the bathroom vanity aside, and said: "Lucy, wait for me a moment."

She pressed the toilet flush button to cover up the fact that she had run here to hide and cry.

Finished.

Getting obsessed after seeing articles related to "Twilight," it must be time to touch up the actors' makeup, and the director found she wasn't there.

Michelle followed the production assistant Lucy to the set with trepidation.

The handsome male lead who just said she was "stupid, why don't you go die" was standing behind the director, looking her up and down with a pair of blue eyes. He looked at her very strangely, making Michelle even more nervous.

"Director." She said tremblingly.

She was facing a middle-aged white man with short hair. His skin was as white as if he were sick.

In this small crew, this person was the only one with the power of life and death.

Michelle heard that the makeup artist before her was fired on the spot because she made a small mistake and talked back, and he wouldn't even pay her salary for the day.

Thinking of her rent for this month, Michelle swallowed twice, feeling even more nervous.

However, this white director, who was usually stern, had an unusually gentle tone toward her at this moment: "Michelle, don't be nervous. I called you over because I heard you worked in the 'Twilight' crew before, right?"

Portland!

Twilight!

Without a doubt, this should be the most missed experience in Michelle's short career.

In these few months, she had recalled that time countless times, and had been woken up by sweet smiles in her sleep several times.

That Chinese boy who was about the same age as her was undoubtedly the gentlest, most gentlemanly, most interesting, and most handsome man she had ever seen.

None of them.

Even Eddie Murphy or Michael Jackson, in Michelle's view, couldn't compare to the way that boy smiled and called her "xiaoheimei" in Chinese.

She had asked the other party what "xiaoheimei" meant.

As a result, until she left, he wouldn't tell her.

"Yes, I... I worked there..." Michelle stuttered nervously.

The director interrupted: "As a makeup artist?"

"Yes."

"Who were you responsible for doing makeup for?"

Michelle swallowed, "I was mainly responsible for male characters..."

"Male characters!" The blond young man next to her exclaimed, as if this were some incredible news.

"For example? Who were the people you did makeup for?" The musical director's tone was even gentler.

"For example, Nuo Chen." Michelle naturally said the name she missed the most first, "And..."

She hadn't finished speaking, but the director had already stood up abruptly, his tone suddenly high: "Nuo Chen! Are you sure, the makeup for Chen in 'Twilight' was done by you?"

Michelle was startled and nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

The blond male lead shouted "Aha," his handsome face somewhat distorted with excitement, "Director?! WTF, it's really her? Are you mistaken?"

Michelle looked at this blond handsome man, her face expressionless, because she hid her disdain in the bottom of her heart.

She felt that this narrow-minded, irritable white man with no cultivation was like a vase without any connotation compared to Chen.

No, not a vase, because he was far from as good-looking as Chen!

Not even a toe of Chen's. Michelle added silently in her heart.

The director made a gesture for the man to calm down and said to Michelle: "Michelle, from today on, your salary in the crew will double..."

Michelle was stunned.

"But I have one request... that is, you have to make Michael look like Chen, making people unable to look away."

Michelle opened her mouth wide: "Ah?"

The director smiled and said: "Just like Chen in the 'Twilight' movie. You understand what I mean, let every girl who finishes watching the movie go back to their blog, or that thing you young people play recently, what's it called, book?"

Michelle muttered: "Facebook."

"Right! Facebook. To the extent that they share it on there. You should know, right? Michelle."

Michelle curled her lips. As a young girl in her early 20s, she of course knew.

Similarly, although she didn't have money to buy a plane ticket to New York to attend the premiere, she paid close attention to every piece of news about "Twilight."

Whether it was the criticism online after the media screening, or the surprising box office results after the premiere, she paid close attention to every piece.

Including what the director said now.

Because many of her friends were Twilight book fans, and they all went to watch this movie over the past weekend.

Similarly, on the most popular Facebook now, many people would post photos of queuing up to watch "Twilight" at the cinema, as well as their thoughts after watching the movie.

The feelings shared by these post-90s girls were like a chasm separated from those rigid and serious critics, making people feel that the two groups were talking about two completely different movies.

"He shines in the sun (ALL CAPS), it looks really too cool (ALL CAPS). I have never seen such a charming vampire! Never!"

"Edward is really handsome (ALL CAPS), Bella is also cute, every actor acted very well."

"Bella is beautiful, Edward loves her very much (ALL CAPS), their love (ALL CAPS) moved me too much."

"I like every character in the Cullen family (ALL CAPS), coooooool."

"Edward's appearance is not quite the same as I imagined, but he is really handsome (ALL CAPS). The story is also wonderful (ALL CAPS), and his love with Bella moved me very much (ALL CAPS)."

"This is the most moving romance movie I have ever watched (ALL CAPS). That last scene made many people in the cinema cry, including me."

The comments these girls posted on their personal social accounts didn't have much literary talent, and they were all very simple.

And they used a lot of capital letters to express, which looked very exaggerated. The kind that Americans over 40 wouldn't want to look at after one glance.

Similarly, their followers were often very few, generally only a few dozen, and those with more only had a few hundred, and most were friends around them.

It could be said that the influence of these teenage girls was so small that no Hollywood film company would set marketing goals on them.

You know, these teenage girls might not even have independent economic ability.

What can they do?

Now, three days after "Twilight" was released, everyone knew.

What they can do is,

buy one less bracelet or pair of earrings this week,

let a big rotten movie despised by all critics in the U. S. break the $100 million box office mark in just three days!

Let that independent production company Summit Entertainment, which seemed to have given up hope and even gave up roadshows, become Hollywood's biggest lucky winner overnight!

Now, in all of Hollywood, who the fuck dares to say that girl movies have no market?

"Michelle, did you hear what I said?" The middle-aged white male director said loudly.

Michelle was stunned for a long while, then suddenly said a sentence in a low voice.

The director asked: "Michelle, what did you say, speak louder."

At the same time, the blond cream-faced young man next to her was saying: "It shouldn't be difficult, Michelle. I am much more handsome than that yellow-skinned Chinese boy, right? You just need to paint me like that, and I'll let you follow me in the future and be my personal makeup artist."

"No."

"What?"

Michelle closed her eyes, forcing herself not to think about rent, three meals a day, and slums, and repeated loudly: "I said no, Mr. Damon. I can't do it."

"WTF." The director couldn't believe it, "What are you talking about?"

Michelle took advantage of the fact that she hadn't had time to regret it, and said quickly in the unique tone of a black girl: "I said I can't do it, because I can only make good-looking people look better, but I can't paint a pile of dog shit into a person. Sorry, sir!"

The high-quality ringtone of the iPhone 3G made the world feel that Nokia's polyphonic ringtones sounded so crude, and also made Chen Nuo wake up in a daze from his hangover.

He touched under his pillow several times in a confused state before he found his phone, squinted his eyes to look at the name, slid to answer, and put it to his ear.

"Hello, Luo Bo."

"Chen, you knew it all along, right?" On the phone, Luo Bo Friedman's voice sounded both serious and anxious.

Chen Nuo closed his eyes and muttered: "Luo Bo? Know what?"

Luo Bo Friedman's speaking speed was very fast, "Chen, did you know that our motherfucker of a movie would have such a good box office? Did you know it all along?"

Chen Nuo said vaguely: "How is that possible, Luo Bo?" Luo Bo Friedman didn't know if he heard his words, the tone over there was excited to the point of being unable to suppress: "Fuck, we just got the data, this weekend we sold more than the damn Star Wars!"

"I never dreamed that George Lucas would one day be rubbed under the movie I produced."

"When I saw the opening weekend box office today, do you know what I felt? I think you are indeed a vampire, a real vampire."

"Oh my God, my heart is half ice and half fire, I want to give you a kiss, and I want to kick your ass! Chen, you are really a cunning and cute bastard."

Chen Nuo yawned and said lazily: "Luo Bo, I really don't understand what you are talking about."

Luo Bo said: "You really don't understand? Haha, I can't tell which sentence of yours is true and which is false now."

Chen Nuo said: "I never tell lies, Luo Bo."

"You want me to believe that you didn't go to walk the red carpet that night, showing a heartbroken look, forcing me to sign a contract with you, just out of your wounded self-esteem?"

Chen Nuo frowned slightly: "Luo Bo, I don't remember forcing anyone. In fact, after that night at the premiere, I haven't thought about this movie for the past few days, I've been getting myself drunk."

The voice of Luo Bo Friedman on the phone finally hesitated, because Chen Nuo's voice did have the hoarse feeling unique to a hungover person.

"Okay okay okay, I believe you. Chen. I am forcing myself to believe now that you are indeed a saint who gets good rewards for good deeds."

"Perhaps, when I give you that huge check, thinking this way will make me feel a little better, but, absolutely only a little bit."

Chen Nuo asked casually: "Huge? How huge?"

Luo Bo Friedman laughed: "Turn on the TV, look at those motherfuckers on HBO who predict box office, and see how they kiss our asses now."

"I think the check you finally get will make Bill Gates think you make money too fast. After all, it's a financial crisis now, isn't it?"

Chen Nuo couldn't help but say: "Luo Bo, did we sell 10 billion?"

Luo Bo Friedman laughed: "Not that much. However, you really made a big profit this time. Before you return to China, we must meet. The second part of Twilight must be put on the agenda immediately. I can't wait!"

The phone hung up.

Chen Nuo drank too much last night, although he slept for a long time, he still had no strength, and hadn't slept enough at all.

He turned over, wanting to continue sleeping.

Suddenly, his outstretched hand touched a soft, warm, naked body.

He was slightly startled, opened his eyes to look, and saw a blond white woman sleeping beside him.

She was lying on her side with her back to him, unable to see her face clearly, but her figure was very slim, and her curves were exceptionally beautiful. Her snow-white body rose and fell slightly, and her golden long hair was scattered on her back and pillow, like flowing liquid sunlight.

Chen Nuo remembered what was going on.

Last night, Rory Eisner took him to a party of some celebrity in New York, and because the box office trend of "Twilight" these two days was good, he was in a good mood, so he accidentally drank two more glasses.

Now it seems that after he got drunk, some wonderful things happened.

Although he had a bit of a memory lapse now and didn't want to recall what happened last night.

However, it seems now, without a doubt, this American fairy Rory Eisner finally rolled in the sheets with him!

Chen Nuo felt satisfied for a moment.

His body squeezed over a bit, putting his hand on the other party's chest, feeling the roundness that one hand couldn't grasp.

A thought flashed through his mind, really couldn't tell.

Looking so thin on the outside, actually so big, don't know how she usually hides it.

Afterward, a thick sleepiness struck again, and Chen Nuo continued to sleep.

It seemed he hadn't slept for long when another phone ring woke him up.

Chen Nuo was a bit impatient this time, didn't even open his eyes much, answered it randomly, and said unhappily: "Hello?"

"Chen, you are still sleeping? Don't you know how outrageous your box office is? God, it's even more exaggerated than we expected last night."

"It made me have to take the earliest flight back to LA to have a meeting at Warner."

"Haha, do you know what kind of nonsense Michael Slane said at the meeting? He wanted each of us to express our views on your box office results. Can you imagine the scene? It's simply a comedy convention."

Chen Nuo heard the other party's happy voice, and the morning anger of being woken up couldn't help but dissipate a bit, closed his eyes and smiled: "What did you say?"

"Probably just repeated what I said to you, although admitting one's mistakes really doesn't feel good. However, seeing that everyone in the meeting room was the same as me, I felt much happier."

"Really can't blame me, only $30-plus million investment, shot so roughly, although I also think you were indeed right, but..."

"Forget it, it seems now, all of Hollywood was wrong, you were right."

"I can imagine how many follow-up works are being placed on the desks of many film company bosses."

"Anyway, I officially congratulate you." The woman said in a mysterious tone.

"What?"

"Two consecutive high-box-office movies, Chen, from this moment on, the door to Hollywood has been completely opened for you."

Although the woman's words on the phone were unclear, Chen Nuo understood roughly.

In a word, isn't it just that in the future, the six major film companies might give him the opportunity to audition for male leads in some small and medium-sized productions?

But he took this very lightly.

For a newcomer like him who just showed his head in Hollywood, when you are hot, you are a world superstar; if one flops, countless people will question whether you are some Made in China knock-off product.

Heh, his natural minority skin color makes neither white guys nor black guys treat him as one of their own.

Unless he keeps winning, just like that someone.

Mocked by countless people when he first ran for election, but in the end, he kept winning.

Winning until all enemies had to become his friends, and no one thought MAGA was a joke anymore.

At this time, even big-name politicians and orthodox families would only smile and shake hands with him, and no one would mock his merchant background and those dark histories anymore.

After hanging up the phone, after thinking wildly for a while, Chen Nuo decided to take a nap again.

Mainly because Rory Eisner's body was too comfortable, plump and soft, like a piece of white mud waiting to be kneaded, not only warm as fire, but also...

Wait.

Chen Nuo opened his eyes abruptly.

Wasn't the person on the phone just now Rory Eisner?

Then if the person on the phone was Rory Eisner, who was this woman lying beside him, sleeping all the time?

Chen Nuo only then discovered...

Where the fuck is he now?

This is definitely not the Hilton hotel suite he stayed in before.

Where is Qi Yuntian!

Why did he come to a strange place like this? It seems to be some woman's boudoir.

Even over there, there are many Barbie dolls, and there is a Chen inside!?

WTF?

He propped up his body with his hands in fear, looking at the woman beside him, at that moment, he was afraid of seeing a wrinkled old face.

Although, the elastic and greasy feeling he touched just now really didn't feel like it, but who the fuck can say clearly about this kind of thing, what if it's silicone?

Fortunately, Chen Nuo took a deep breath, and the person he saw wasn't.

Although this woman wasn't some young girl in her 20s, her skin was still good.

Of course, white girls' skin, no matter how good, is just like that.

However, it still looked quite beautiful in the end.

Even, a bit familiar..........

Holy shit holy shit holy shit!

Chen Nuo could finally be said to have fled in a panic from that majestic and golden building.

Sitting in the car that Qi Yuntian and Li Er came to pick him up in, Chen Nuo really felt like he was going crazy, asking: "Why would I sleep with her?"

Qi Yuntian said in surprise: "You really drank too much last night and had a memory lapse again? Didn't I pull you aside and ask you at the time?"

"You told me not to care, and told me quite arrogantly that she is your super fan. Starting from My Blueberry Nights, including The Dark Knight, she went to the cinema to support you. The day before yesterday, she went to watch Twilight. You said you must go to her house as a guest today, to visit..."

Chen Nuo covered his forehead, and the things from last night appeared in his memory bit by bit.

At the party, it was indeed the blond, youthful, and beautiful Miss Ivanka who took the initiative to find him.

At that time, he was a bit tipsy, and after the two talked happily, he agreed to go to that famous building as a guest and have a cup of coffee.

Then...

Fuck.

The key is that ten minutes ago, he calmed down and kissed Ivanka goodbye generously after she woke up,

and was just about to go out to take the elevator downstairs,

as a result, at the elevator entrance, he met a tall, slightly fat, blond handsome old man coming home from outside.

Moreover, the other party actually recognized him, stopped, called his name, greeted him quite enthusiastically, and chatted for a few sentences.

After learning that he was visiting with Ivanka, he didn't say anything, and even invited him to play at the Mar-a-Lago estate when he had a chance, saying he would give him a free club membership card.

"What's wrong? Brother Nuo. Why does your face look so strange."

Qi Yuntian asked quite surprised, "Her dad is in real estate, isn't yours too? You are well-matched, what's the big deal?"

6000-word big chapter, dedicated to everyone! Love you, mwah.

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