Chapter 448: Handprints at the Chinese Theatre

"Why?" Nia Okoro subconsciously retorted.

"Because Chen just saved you millions of dollars."

Although Allison Graham was an arrogant, rude, and mean woman, after calming down, Nia had to admit that what she said did have some truth.

However, she was just a publicity director. If she wanted to increase the budget, it wasn't up to her.

So, on the way back to the hotel, Nia dialed her boss's phone.

After two rings, the phone was connected.

Nia Okoro was a bit nervous, afraid of being told she was incompetent, and immediately said: "Sorry to bother you so late, Luo Bo, I'm here..."

"It's okay."

"What?" Nia's words were interrupted, she was stunned, a bit confused.

"I said it's okay."

"Uh, okay what?"

"We can pay this money."

Nia was shocked: "Ah?"

"Why, didn't you call to talk about this?"

"No... yes, yes... but, Luo Bo, how did you know?" Nia was really surprised to the extreme.

For a moment, she even began to suspect whether this shrewd old Jewish fox, Luo Bo Friedman, had planted an eye in her team? Otherwise, she hadn't said anything yet, how did he know?

But the voice coming from the Bluetooth headset was overly calm, not sounding guilty at all: "I've been watching the ABC live broadcast, Nia."

"So?"

"So I witnessed the whole process. Now you just need to tell me—what did the TV station say? How was the effect?"

"Very good!" Nia's tone became excited, "ABC people said it was just a little bit away from breaking the ratings record set by Pitt and Jolie when promoting "Kung Fu Panda"!"

But Luo Bo Friedman on the other end of the phone still spoke in a flat tone: "That's good, let's do it, put the money on our account."

"Okay, but..."

Nia wanted to ask again, but the other party clearly had a general mood and didn't intend to continue this topic, interrupting her words, "That's it, Nia, well done. I need to sleep. Good night."

"Uh, good night."

A busy signal came from the Bluetooth headset, Nia Okoro hung up the phone in a daze, pondered for a while, and still felt it was hard to understand. If it weren't for the inside relationship, why did the other side agree so quickly before she even opened her mouth to ask for money?

How did he know?

Is it foresight? This is too magical, right?

But soon, Nia threw these confusions and wild thoughts behind her.

Regardless, the matter was resolved.

She, the "megaphone" caught between the superstar and the company, finally survived another hurdle.

Now, she should focus her attention on the publicity activities tomorrow morning.

The three leads being able to pass the review of the Chinese Theatre's senior committee, of course, had the credit of money. But leaving handprints in the theatre also undoubtedly represented the recognition of "Twilight" as a youth idol drama by the mainstream Hollywood circle.

From the verbal abuse encountered by the first one, to the gradual change of tone in the second, to the recognition of the mainstream in the third.

As an old-timer publicity head who had been an outsider and struggled in Hollywood for nearly twenty years, she naturally understood that the real reason behind this was nothing more than two aspects:

Money,

And—

Huge popularity.

……

December 6, 9:00 AM sharp.

Sunlight passed through the clear winter sky and sprinkled on the busiest section of Hollywood Boulevard now.

Jimmy Kimmel, wearing a well-fitting dark suit, stood on the stage built outside the Chinese Theatre, and the morning sun sprinkled down from his side, making it hard for him to open his eyes.

"Wow." He half-closed his eyes and said to the microphone on the podium, "First of all, I want to welcome everyone to come here on this beautiful morning. But I don't know if vampires can come out now?"

After speaking, he paused.

Laughter and applause erupted from all directions immediately.

Jimmy Kimmel smiled and continued: "But I bet they will. They will definitely risk their lives to come out to see you. Because it is precisely the enthusiastic support of you fans that has achieved the incredible legend of "Twilight" now."

As soon as the words fell, excited screams and whistling sounds sounded immediately.

Jimmy Kimmel squinted and looked at the audience below.

In the blurry field of vision, it was full of heads of various colors, dense and endless. The traffic on the entire Hollywood Boulevard had long been blocked, and the organizer was well prepared for this, having applied for road control permits from the Los Angeles Police Department in advance, so a large number of police forces were arranged on the scene to maintain order, many police cars were parked around, and police were patrolling and standing guard on the periphery, ready at any time.

The crowd surged like a tide, countless arms raised high, some holding digital cameras, some recording with mobile phones, and some waving hand-drawn portraits, self-made light boards, and various support posters, about 70% of which were one person, and the remaining 30% were shared by the female lead and the male second lead.

Almost all the windows of the rooms facing this area of the Roosevelt Hotel were also opened, and people stood behind every window, some with cameras, some with binoculars, all aimed at the stage.

Such a scene, even in Jimmy Kimmel's more than ten years of hosting career, was an extremely rare grand occasion, even making him unable to help but feel a trace of jealousy in his heart.

He cleared his throat, waited for the sound below to subside slightly, and then leaned closer to the microphone again, smiling and saying:

"Today is a big day. Movie stars from all over the world want to leave their hand and footprints in this cement, but only a very few people can truly receive this honor."

"I mean—this is a great honor. You look at these names around, hmm... except for Matt Damon, they are all very great. These superstars come here, leave their hand or footprints, these marks will remain here forever, and let their names become part of history, this is a very exciting thing."

"So, thank you for coming here today to witness all this, now I think the whole United States knows that Twilight fans are the most enthusiastic."

These words caused another burst of screams and cheers.

Waiting for the sound wave to subside a little, Jimmy Kimmel continued: "Let us thank Summit Entertainment for arranging this activity. Before the activity starts, we also prepared a special gift for you, let us welcome this lady, precisely because of her, there was all this incredible..."

……

Inside the Chinese Theatre, the door of the lounge was opened, and a blonde, round-faced, black sister who looked a bit honest poked her body in and said: "Excuse me, Ms. Meyer, it's about to be your turn to appear."

Stephenie Meyer—the original author of Twilight—a 30-something black-haired plump woman who looked quite tasteful, stood up from the sofa reluctantly and said: "Very happy to chat with you, Chen, then I'll go over first."

Chen Nuo also stood up, took the initiative to reach out and said: "I am also very happy to chat with you, Stephenie."

Stephenie Meyer shook hands with him, and then hugged him cheek-to-cheek, and when they separated, the two looked at each other for a second, Stephenie looked at his eyes and smiled suddenly, turned around, and walked out the door.

The black sister said again: "Chen, Kristen, and... hmm, you guys prepare too, it's about to be your turn soon."

When Taylor Lautner heard that "hmm," he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart.

As an actor, what could be more unacceptable than finishing a movie and only getting a "hmm" as a substitute name from the publicity director of his own company?

If there is, it's only that one.

Not only was the role snatched at the beginning, but even in the end, the girlfriend was snatched away.

At least he could still mix a qualification to leave handprints at the Chinese Theatre.

Thinking of this, the young Indian's heart immediately felt a bit more comfortable.

Of course, this kind of self-psychological comfort was absolutely an ancestral skill for him. If Indians didn't know how to think, how could they live?

Chen Nuo put the note in his hand into his pants pocket without changing his expression. This was actually an ancestral skill for him too. Passed down from his past life. From the moment something suddenly appeared in his hand, to the final farewell look, he didn't show any abnormality, which made Stephenie smile with relief.

However, he estimated that the woman should have misunderstood.

He is now burdened with heavy responsibilities.

Playing around without consequences is fine, but for a woman like this who has a husband, children, and money, he still keeps his distance.

This kind of woman, when she goes crazy, is really impenetrable, and money can't fix it.

Unlike Theron, he just transferred a sum of money every month.

As a result, last night he really didn't say anything, didn't hint, and as soon as he returned to the house in Beverly Hills, he received a call, and the woman actually took the initiative to come to the door, which really made him... sigh, blame it on the fact that there are too many easy girls in America, there is really no way, making him, who is always fine in the country, have to change into a different person every time he comes here.

Squeezed by the little motor for a whole night, he had difficulty getting up this morning, and was really sleepy at the moment.

As soon as Stephenie left, he yawned, really wanting to lean somewhere to sleep, but just as Nia said, it would be their turn soon, so he could only close his eyes and rest a little.

But there was someone who had no sense at all, and kept nagging in his ear.

"Chen, you look very sleepy."

"Hmm."

"Then, do you want me to pour you a cup of coffee?"

"No need, thank you." "Then... tea?"

"No."

"Then do you want..."

Chen Nuo couldn't help it, didn't open his eyes, increased his tone, and said: "Kristen, either shut up or get out."

The next second, the noise in his ear finally stopped.

At the same time, the chattering lounge also quieted down.

Nia Okoro didn't close the door when she took Stephenie Meyer out, so the sound came from outside, and it was quite clear.

"...... I am very grateful to every one of them, their dedication to the roles really moved me, and I will always be grateful for everything they have done. I know they have experienced many difficulties."

"Being able to receive such glory today, being able to become part of Hollywood history, and being listed with the names of other amazing artists here, this is really very cool. I am proud of them......"

"Among them, I especially want to thank one person, he is......"

Huge applause and screams sounded, presenting a sharp contrast with the quiet room in the theatre at this moment.

"From the first one to the last one this year, we all know that in the past few years, his life has undergone huge changes, but I am gratified to see that in such huge changes, he maintains balance in his heart, and in filming, he maintains a kind, gentle, and friendly temperament to everyone......"

Taylor Lautner stole a look at the man who was described as "kind, gentle, and friendly," and then looked at the woman sitting to the side, with a flushed face and some embarrassment.

He had also seen the appearance of Kristen Stewart, the popular idol actress in Hollywood now, and her ex-boyfriend together; at that time, she wasn't like this, in front of Luo Bo, she spoke and acted with a sense of superiority, just like a noble princess.

However now... hehe, the former princess was scolded like a slave, but didn't dare to say a word.

Between the two different attitudes, it was filled with the stench of reality and utilitarianism, making Taylor Lautner suddenly feel disgusted, with a feeling of wanting to vomit.

Not only disgusted with this woman, but also disgusted with himself.

And after that sentence, clearly there were more than a dozen people present, but it was as quiet as no one in the whole room.

All fucking disgusting!

Hollywood, this is the motherfucker's Hollywood!

Fuck these dog-raising snobs, they are all dog bastards who look at people and serve dishes.

He is not suitable for here, this place doesn't belong to him.

"Now let me hand the microphone back to Jimmy, let him invite today's protagonists to appear......" Stephenie Meyer's voice continued to come.

At this time, the door was pushed open again, and Nia called: "Alright, guys, come on, now it's your turn to go on stage."

Taylor Lautner immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stood up without hesitation, and walked to the door.

……

"Now let us invite today's stars and legends, Taylor Lautner, Kristen Stewart, and... Nuo Chen!"

Following Jimmy Kimmel's introduction, Chen Nuo followed about two steps behind Kristen and walked out of the Chinese Theatre's door.

The sun outside was very big, no wonder Allison specifically reminded him to wear sunglasses just now.

Don't know when, so many people actually came outside, no wonder it has been so noisy.

He followed onto the stage, screams were everywhere, he followed Allison's instructions, smiling and waving everywhere. And whichever side he faced, the cheers on that side would be louder, this feeling, really like holding a concert.

Kristen Stewart expressed some feelings, and then it was Taylor Lautner.

What surprised him a little was that both were impromptu, but this Indian young man actually spoke quite well, very smoothly, much better than Kristen's messy speech, which made him couldn't help but look at him with new eyes.

However, it is also possible that it was because the woman was a bit uneasy, leading to a decline in language organization ability?

But, just now it really couldn't blame him.

He actually didn't have much dislike for Kristen, the scene in the sea was real, to put it bluntly, it was also adding points to the film, he could be considered as sacrificing for art, so there was no problem.

He just physiologically didn't like this woman simply because of what he heard in his past life. So, when this woman, famous for being emotional, mainstream-defying, and leaving feelings everywhere, wanted to come up, he could only advise her not very politely.

After Taylor Lautner finished speaking, it was his turn to speak.

At this moment, Chen Nuo wasn't excited.

It's not the Venice or Oscar awards ceremony. The former he can gather a grand slam, the latter he can also satisfy his long-cherished wish.

Leaving prints at the Chinese Theatre, leaving stars on the Walk of Fame.

To put it impolitely, he felt that he would do it sooner or later. Now it's just a coincidence, and the time is a bit ahead.

Moreover, now it's just pressing a marketing handprint, there's really no need to be too excited.

What is a marketing handprint.

The nominations and selection for the Hollywood Walk of Fame are generally decided in June each year by the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce's Walk of Fame Selection Committee, which is a proper official process.

And the Chinese Theatre?

It is relatively commercial.

Leaving prints here is also divided into two types. The first is a historical mark, permanently preserved. The second is like they are now, which is movie marketing.

The first type will remain in the front courtyard of the Chinese Theatre, becoming part of history. While the second type will be moved to other places after the marketing, such as some warehouse or garbage dump.

Like a certain Xiaogang in 2013, a certain Wei and a certain Xiaoming in 2015, that's how it was.

Especially that year, Wei and Xiaoming, when promoting the movie in 2015, paid to leave prints, and afterwards they self-directed and self-acted gratitude on Weibo, making it look like it was real.

Seeing this operation, Chen Nuo laughed until his stomach hurt.

Now that it's his turn, of course, there is nothing worth being happy about.

Although currently in the Chinese Theatre square, the handprints of Asians are only Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan, he is pressing a handprint now, and can also promote internally that he is the first person in the mainland, fooling the common people,

But he can't fool himself, this print is estimated to disappear two months later, what is worth being proud of?

At this moment, he stood in front of the podium with a calm mood, waited for maybe five, finally, the fans' voices below were a bit smaller, and he could speak normally.

For the sake of politeness, he took off his sunglasses and said: "Thank you everyone......"

Chen Nuo spoke for less than 30 seconds in total, maybe his acting was quite in place, and he had to interrupt three times in the middle. Each time it probably took three to five seconds to wait for things to quiet down.

He also took this opportunity to greet the guests in the Roosevelt Hotel above. These people are absolutely high-consumption groups, they can definitely afford to enter the cinema, so they must be specially cared for.

This also caused a burst of excitement among the rich and noble men and women in the hotel.

After speaking, the fans below were making a fuss again, making him have to pull himself together, and smile and nod to all sides.

In short, Kristen or the Indian handsome guy added up to less than a minute, he alone tossed for about 3 minutes, and finally it was time to leave the print.

A specially treated cement mold platform was carefully carried up by the staff.

First is the signature.

Chen Nuo took a special iron signature pen and seriously wrote his name on the cement—the Chinese "Chen Nuo."

Then handprints and footprints.

After all, it's December, when the hand is put into the cement, it feels wet and cool, very uncomfortable, and after staying for a while and taking it out, the palm is full of grayish-black slurry.

There is nothing to say about footprints, stand on it and step on it, wait for the staff to say it's okay and then come down.

Of course, in this process, the media reporters who came today have been flashing their magnesium lights, and have been taking pictures.

After leaving the footprints, he wiped his hands clean with a towel and thought it was over, but the manager of the Chinese Theatre said to him: "Chen, can you leave another mark?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"It's your own unique mark. Just like John Barrymore left his profile mark here in 1940, Marilyn Monroe used her earrings to embellish the letter 'i' in her signature in 1953. Whoopi Goldberg left her dreadlocks in 1990, and Emma Watson and Daniel Radcliffe left their magic wands in 2008. Jackie Chan also left his nose print here in 2002. We want to invite you, like them, to leave a unique symbol you are proud of."

After the manager finished speaking, Chen Nuo's surroundings suddenly quieted down.

Kristen Stewart and Taylor Lautner, Allison and Nia, as well as Stephanie Meyer and Jimmy Kimmel who were preparing to come over to take photos with the protagonists, all looked over at once. Surprise, joy, jealousy, envy, sadness... everyone's eyes had different emotions.

Because this is not the treatment of a marketing handprint.

The Chinese Theatre would not go to such great lengths for something that lasts two months.

This is an eternal mark like Marilyn Monroe, like John Barrymore, Marlon Brando. It is completely different from Kristen and the Indian.

Chen Nuo subconsciously looked down, then reacted, in public, it shouldn't be, raised his head and frowned: "What are you referring to?"

The manager gestured in front of his face with his hand and smiled.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 449 =====