Chapter 324

The March California sun was warm and gentle, spilling wantonly over the tree-lined avenues of Beverly Hills.

A light breeze brushed by, and the tall, straight palm trees along the road swayed, their broad leaves rubbing against each other with a soft, rustling sound.

Harvey and Alan, the wealth manager for Hollywood stars and celebrities, were waiting at the villa district checkpoint when A-Fei arrived, carrying Seeing Lu Kuan and Liu Yifei.

Liu Xiaoli and Zhou Xun, who had agreed to come along, had both broken their promises, leaving only the haughty Little Liu, who walked in front wearing sunglasses, curiously looking around.

The lawns on both sides of the road were manicured to perfection, like a soft green carpet dotted with various nameless flowers; the environment was indeed fresh and elegant.

The two walked side by side.

"Why did Auntie Liu suddenly catch a cold?"

Little Liu remembered what her mother had told her before leaving, and her pretty face flushed slightly: "She went swimming yesterday and caught a chill."

"Zhou Xun went swimming too? Wasn't she eating hot pot with you?"

Boss Lu exaggerated: "Swimming in the hot pot? Was it a spicy broth or clear soup?"

Liu Yifei remembered what Zhou Xun had told her before leaving, and her cheeks turned crimson; she said impatiently: "She just didn't come. If you're curious, call and ask her yourself."

"What? Am I embarrassing you by coming to help you look at houses?"

"Oh, that's not it." The young director waved to Harvey and Alan as they walked over.

"It's naturally good that you came. After all, this house, you..."

Liu Yifei turned her head, gazing at him with clear eyes, her lips pursed slightly with a faint smile.

This person is being so blunt today...

It was a pity that the second half of his sentence poured cold water on her: "After all, I won't be living here long-term, so I can rent it to you for a cheaper price. Three months' deposit and one month's rent, okay? You cover the property fees."

"I'll beat you to death!"

Boss Lu laughed heartily as he watched her glare at him fiercely; it felt like the pleasure of a young rake from ancient times teasing a young girl.

Little Liu didn't actually strike him, though she certainly would have if Harvey and Alan hadn't been walking over.

In front of outsiders, she decided to give the "Washing Machine" a little face.

"Lu, hello, I'm Alan."

"Hello, Alan. This is Crystal."

Harvey smiled without a word, thinking he knew why Lu had rushed back in such a hurry last night.

Alan was a competent wealth manager, his flattery smooth and unnoticeable: "Of course, of course. Ms. Crystal is no stranger to Hollywood; many agencies are already inquiring about her."

"May I have the honor of knowing your number, Ms. Crystal? Perhaps I could introduce you to some colleagues at CAA."

Little Liu gave him her number but politely declined the offer: "Thank you, I don't need it for now. Shall we go look at the house?"

"Oh, of course. It's a pleasure to serve you both. Welcome to the dream home of global billionaires!"

As the vehicle passed the guard booth, the burly black security guard saluted and let them through. Alan introduced him: "He's a paratrooper who just returned from the front lines last year."

Alan talked incessantly about the scenery along the way as they walked along a winding path toward a European-style mansion.

The exterior walls were made of warm yellow brick, covered in lush ivy, and the heavy solid wood front door was closed, inlaid with exquisite bronze carvings.

Pushing the door open, a living room with a ceiling nearly eight meters high came into view, with a crystal chandelier shining brilliantly, illuminating the entire space in a golden glow.

Alan asked shrewdly: "Sir, Madam, is this your wedding home?"

This gold-medal Hollywood agent wanted to determine his primary target for the day, which meant first determining the relationship between these two Chinese individuals who had recently made big headlines.

He had hosted many Chinese couples; their family ethics and power dynamics were different from Western society, and usually, the lady of the house made the decisions.

Little Liu shook her head slightly, wearing a professional fake smile: "It's a misunderstanding. I'm just here to stroll around and relax. You should focus on serving this Chinese billionaire."

"But I must remind you of one thing: the house you choose for him should ideally have high privacy."

Liu Yifei looked at him expressionlessly: "He is very good at making big headlines, especially with female stars."

The thick-skinned young director pretended not to hear the teasing and looked around the interior of the mansion on his own.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was presumptuous." Alan's expression didn't change as he quickly adjusted his strategy.

For a male buyer, it was nothing more than analyzing investment potential, showcasing business amenities, and ensuring security and privacy.

If this Chinese girl was the one in charge, he would have to talk about creating a fashionable living space, describing leisure and entertainment facilities, or crafting the landscape and atmosphere.

Tailor the treatment to the patient.

After Alan finished his smooth-talking presentation, Boss Lu suddenly leaned over to Little Liu, his tone indifferent: "What do you think?"

The young girl acted haughty: "What does that have to do with me?"

Boss Lu smiled and decisively signaled to Alan: "Next one."

Alan naturally complied and drove them toward several buildings on the hillside.

Seeing Lu Kuan asked casually: "Housing prices are tight in many states in the US recently. How is California?"

"Sir, the wealthy areas in California haven't been significantly affected, and normal price fluctuations are no big deal."

Little Liu joined the discussion: "Our class last week was still talking about the subprime mortgage issue in Illinois."

"For a high-end market like Beverly Hills, even if there is transmission from subprime mortgage-induced price changes, there should still be some lag."

"Moreover, the buyers and sellers here are high-net-worth individuals. Their purchasing decisions are not just based on short-term economic conditions, but also value the scarcity of the location, the quality of the property, and long-term investment value."

Boss Lu watched Harvey and Alan nod in unison, thinking to himself that this crisis seemed to be only in its infancy, making it the perfect time to build a position.

After looking at several more, either the location wasn't right or the architectural style wasn't pleasing, failing to meet Boss Lu's aesthetic standards.

Alan said helplessly: "Sir, there is one last one. I hope it will satisfy you today."

"Let's go, take a look."

Liu Yifei teased him: "Why are you pickier than a woman when buying things? How many places have you compared?"

Boss Lu looked mysterious: "You don't understand. The last few didn't have good feng shui."

"Lu! Tell me more! I can't hold back my curiosity." Harvey, who had been accompanying the "Emperor" all day, keenly captured the point of interest.

Boss Lu looked mysterious: "Let's look at this one first."

Alan led them to a mansion in the Spanish Colonial Revival style.

The exterior of the mansion was very distinctive, with pearl-white walls and a red clay tile roof, full of rich Spanish flavor.

The front door was made of thick walnut wood, carved with exquisite vine patterns, and the stone pillars on both sides were decorated with rustic iron lanterns.

There was an exquisite fountain in the spacious courtyard, and the sound of babbling water added a sense of tranquility and comfort to the entire space.

Liu Yifei took off her sunglasses and dipped her hand into the fine stream of water; it was cool and comfortable.

"Seeing Lu Kuan, don't you think this place looks like the manor in 'The Mask of Zorro'?"

Boss Lu looked at her intently and smiled: "'The Mask of Zorro' is set in 1821 during the Spanish colonial period in Mexico, so it's right that it looks like it."

The young girl handed her bag to Seeing Lu Kuan and strolled leisurely through the courtyard garden.

Tall palm trees, bright bougainvillea, and warm sunlight made for a pleasant stroll in a tropical garden.

The young director received a call and spoke in Chinese in a corner.

Alan, following closely, gave a wink to his old friend Harvey, and the two walked aside.

"Harvey, this Eastern billionaire's requirements are a bit high. Look..."

The Jewish "white-skinned pig" was cunning and understood his meaning in a second.

He also wanted Boss Lu to have a foothold in Los Angeles, especially since he lived so close to him, making it more convenient for them to collude in the future.

"I'll teach you a trick: just focus on serving Ms. Crystal. Perhaps you'll get unexpected results."

Alan frowned in confusion: "But they..."

Harvey said arrogantly: "In this world, only we Jews and the Chinese are the smartest. I know him very well."

"Chinese relationships are more subtle and nuanced. If you want to close this deal, listen to me."

The gold-medal agent nodded silently and politely interrupted Little Liu, who was strolling in the garden: "Crystal, Mr. Lu is busy. Why don't I take you inside to have a look first?"

"Ah?"

The young girl glanced at Boss Lu, who was frowning while on the phone: "Oh, okay, let's go."

They entered the living room, where the light from the crystal chandelier passed through the colored glass lampshades, casting colorful light and shadows.

Little Liu stepped on the evenly laid Spanish tiles; the unique patterns on each tile were spliced together to form an aesthetic mood unique to the 19th-century Spanish Flamenco school.

On one side of the living room was a huge fireplace made of natural stone, carved with exquisite Western mythological patterns.

Liu Yifei curiously leaned over to observe; the texture was fine and the material was hard.

"This house has a total of 8 bedrooms, each with an independent bathroom and balcony, and the styles of the bedrooms are different, blending Mediterranean and modern minimalist elements."

Alan introduced as he led Liu Yifei to the master bedroom.

The master bedroom was spacious and bright, with an oversized four-poster bed in the center of the room, covered with soft silk bedding.

The background wall at the head of the bed was a hand-painted mural depicting the Spanish seaside scenery. On the other side was a walk-in closet with an area of over 30 square meters, and the internal storage design was reasonable, enough to accommodate various clothes and accessories.

The young girl wanted to interrupt him; she was an unmarried young woman, what did this master bedroom of the "Washing Machine" have to do with her!

She looked around awkwardly and saw the young director standing in the garden through the glass window, which had a 19th-century Spanish classical style.

Boss Lu held his phone with a smile, leaning against a stone table.

Sunlight passed through the thick palm leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on him, outlining his tall and straight figure; his every gesture exuded the style of a dashing and capable successful person.

Little Liu was moved by the scene and found it hard not to fantasize about the picture of herself and him living here together.

"Madam?"

Liu Yifei pursed her lips and then came back to her senses: "Ah? Please continue."

Alan did indeed get a sense of what was going on now, and he went all out to sell to Little Liu.

That male billionaire was impervious to persuasion; it was probably easier to earn money from a woman.

"Ms. Crystal, as a focus of the fashion and entertainment circles, this house is simply tailor-made for you."

"The courtyard outside just now uses Harvard's most professional Vincent New Western aesthetic landscape design concept. The rich layers of green plants are cleverly matched, and it can completely serve as a natural background board for you to shoot fashion blockbusters. The unique Spanish style can add a different artistic style to your work."

"And from the perspective of interior space layout, the ceiling height of the living room is perfect in terms of spatial aesthetics, which can create an open and atmospheric visual effect. Whether it is hosting a fashion party or inviting industry celebrities to communicate, it can highlight your extraordinary taste."

Let the "Washing Machine" take pictures of himself here, using that whatever-it-is overexposure or grain, and get a symmetrical composition.

Should be very beautiful, right?

Or let the paintbrush in his hand dance lightly on the palette, titanium white, cadmium yellow, cobalt blue, and ochre intertwining and merging on the plate, turning into her appearance.

Little Liu's heart-fluttering value: 50%.

Alan took her into the walk-in closet again: "This is built according to the needs of international A-list stars. The storage zoning is scientific and reasonable, with hanging areas, folding areas, and accessory areas all available."

The agent skillfully turned on the light control: "We are equipped with a professional intelligent lighting system, which can adjust the light according to different clothing materials and colors, allowing you to clearly see the details of every piece of clothing when choosing clothes."

Well, the clothes in the house in Hyde Park are already not enough to put.

Little Liu's heart-fluttering value: 70%.

The gold-medal agent observed her micro-expressions and had decided to completely ignore the Eastern billionaire, leading Liu Yifei to the backyard against the mountain.

A huge infinity pool merged with the distant mountains, as if the water in the pool extended to the horizon.

There were comfortable lounge chairs and umbrellas by the pool, and there was an outdoor kitchen and dining area next to it, equipped with top-level barbecue equipment and dining tables and chairs, which was very suitable for hosting parties and gatherings.

"Madam, imagine it."

"The stars are bright at night, and the pool is like a bright jade mirror reflecting the deep night sky. You and Mr. Lu jump into the pool together, playing and making trouble."

"When you are tired, you lie on the fine-textured marble edge and look at the distant mountains, or look up at the sky. The sky is high and the earth is far, quiet and romantic..."

Alan seemed to suddenly remember something: "By the way!"

"This pool uses the same water circulation filtration technology as the Roosevelt Hotel. The water quality can always be kept clear to the bottom, and it also has excellent self-filtration functions!"

The gold-medal salesman of the treacherous capitalist country carried out material temptation and spiritual erosion on the Chinese girl from various angles.

Not to mention the previous 70%, the Roosevelt Hotel and pool splashing mentioned last became the core imagery, hitting the 19-year-old girl's forehead like a burst of bullets.

She remembered the Roosevelt Hotel pool that afternoon last year, and those photos were given to her by Deng Wendi.

Deng Wendi is guilty, the photos are innocent.

And now they are just tucked into her wallet and diary...

Little Liu blurted out: "How much is this house?"

Alan's attitude was respectful; this was the last bit of effort: "12 million US dollars. In addition, California also has a 3% deed tax, 0.05% stamp duty, registration fees, and transaction assessment fees."

"Of course, these handling fees are trivial for Mr. Lu and you, Madam."

Liu Yifei frowned when she heard this; the price was not low, but she did indeed like it.

If the "Washing Machine" doesn't want it, maybe she should go back and ask her mother...

"How is it?"

The young director walked over and interrupted their conversation.

"Mr. Lu, would you like me to introduce this villa again? But Ms. Crystal seemed more interested just now."

"Oh?" Seeing Lu Kuan turned to Little Liu with a smile: "You like it?"

The young girl had recently been teased by him into PTSD, and she looked at the "Washing Machine" with unkind eyes, fearing that he would say:

If you like it, I'll give up this house to you!

Seeing Lu Kuan smiled at her and turned to Alan: "You just said 12 million?"

"Yes, sir."

"Too high." Boss Lu pointed to several directions: "This house has defects, which will bring bad luck to the owner."

Alan was startled by these words: "Mr. Lu, you can't say that."

"Look, don't be in a hurry. You Westerners still have many things you don't understand. Let me teach you."

Boss Lu asked the Jewish "An Lushan" with a smile: "Harvey, don't you want to hear what feng shui is? Come with me."

Harvey looked excited and pulled the confused Alan to follow closely.

Only Little Liu looked at the young director with amusement, knowing that he was going to perform his magic again.

They came to the main room, and the little immortal smiled: "Alan, have you heard of the Eastern Tai Chi and Bagua?"

"Heard of it, the South Korean flag?"

"Yes, that's the fur of the fur."

He reached out and pointed to several directions, trying to express it with vocabulary that foreigners could understand:

"According to the Bagua orientation, the northwest is the Qian position, representing career and wealth." Boss Lu reached out and patted a marble pillar: "Now there is this load-bearing pillar, which forms a 'heart-piercing evil,' which is a great obstacle to career and wealth!"

Harvey's temples jumped when he heard this; his living room also had one!

"Lu, what harm will it cause?"

"Long-term residence is prone to bottlenecks in career, and wealth will also be affected."

"There is a way to resolve it, but it takes effort, and the effect cannot be fully guaranteed."

Boss Lu took them to the backyard again: "The position of the pool is also wrong. The pool belongs to water. In feng shui, water is wealth, but the shape and position of this pool form 'anti-bow water,' and the wealth energy is pushed out, which is not conducive to gathering wealth."

He looked at Harvey, who believed it deeply, and Alan, who was skeptical: "You said the previous owner of this house was an Internet practitioner?"

"Uh... yes."

Boss Lu smiled: "That's right. Most Internet industries belong to fire, which is light, communication, and change."

"If the fire in the five elements of the practitioner is too prosperous, it may be too impetuous. For example, in product development, they blindly pursue rapid launch and ignore the nourishment of water, that is, there is no deep market research as a foundation."

"Water corresponds to the Kan hexagram. Lacking the wisdom and caution of the Kan hexagram makes it easy for products to become rootless trees."

"His fall is closely related to the 'anti-bow water' of this pool!"

Harvey was fine, worshipfully digesting his nonsense.

Alan was already stunned.

Little Liu watched his serious bluffing and chuckled in her heart. The logic of this rhetoric was very simple.

The owners of Beverly Hills who can fall to the point of selling their houses must have run out of money, and they are likely entrepreneurs without deep wealth foundation.

Isn't the elite group that rose early and fell quickly in the recent wave the Silicon Valley billionaires who fell because of the global Internet winter in 2000?

Seeing Lu Kuan cheated out the identity of the Internet practitioner, and the following was naturally edited with ease.

Even for successful people in other industries, it is not difficult to make it up.

The key is that Westerners like Harvey and Alan don't understand these mysterious principles, and Harvey's existence has been exerting a negative influence on the gold-medal agent Alan.

After all, he can already be considered Boss Lu's number one metaphysical sycophant in North America.

The subsequent communication was relatively smooth. Alan had to sacrifice part of his commission in the face of the aggressive Eastern billionaire, and finally it was nearly 1 million US dollars cheaper.

Boss Lu called it his own renovation cost.

Of course, this agent might also be earning money with tears, and he couldn't care so much.

Little Liu and the young director acted as hands-off shopkeepers and walked in front, leaving the procedures to Harvey. The Jewish "An Lushan" served his increasingly trusted partner conscientiously.

The young girl teased him: "You are the richest man, is 1 million US dollars worth your swindling?"

Boss Lu criticized her: "Little Liu, you have to learn to live your life!"

"Ride a bicycle to the bar, save where you should save, and spend where you should spend."

"Besides, this is knowledge payment. I didn't lie to him. The feng shui of this house is indeed problematic."

Liu Yifei was puzzled: "You are so short of money, why are you in such a hurry to buy it? I think wait a little longer, maybe California houses can also drop in price."

Boss Lu gave her a thumbs up: "Good! You learned it immediately."

"But this money is not enough to throw into the water. Did you forget the homework I left for you?"

"Netflix and Blockbuster, the acquisition scale of 10 or 20 billion funds is just drizzle."

The house-buying trip was unusually smooth, but Harvey didn't let him go so easily, insisting on inviting Boss Lu to his big mansion to calculate and break the evil spirits.

Harvey's house was at the foot of the mountain, not far from the private beach on the Pacific coast.

Boss Lu turned around in a decent way, and it was another set of rhetoric full of metaphysical meaning, symbolically pointing out some mistakes, which made Harvey nod frequently.

Even if he didn't understand it at all.

But he could understand changing the color of a stone pillar, changing an island from square to round, and slightly changing the water outlet of the pool.

After some negotiation, Boss Lu suddenly looked at him solemnly: "Harvey, I must remind you of one thing."

"Hmm?" The Jewish "white-skinned pig" was startled by his eyes!

Except for trying to pit this Eastern director in "The Exotic," he started to cooperate after being countered.

Later, whether it was the distribution of "Fahrenheit 9/11," pitting Eisner to step down, and the North American distribution of other films, as well as this alliance with Disney, they all cooperated tacitly!

Why is Lu's look at himself so gloomy?

In fact, Boss Lu wants to help him clean up some bad endings that may cause metoo in advance today.

It is not that he is loving or sympathetic to this Jewish "white-skinned pig," but because of the current industry situation, he wants to take root in North America, and characters like Harvey are indispensable.

I have to continue his future dog life, don't collapse too early, and then collapse myself with a face full of blood.

"I won't tell you the mysterious rhetoric, but from your birthday and face, I foresee some kind of disaster."

"Some aspects need to pay attention to details, so as not to stumble suddenly in the future."

Before Harvey's inquiry could come out, Boss Lu gave a vague hint: "Those Hollywood women on your red sofa..."

The Jewish guy's pupils shrank and he wanted to deny it: "Lu, I don't understand what you mean."

He glanced at Liu Yifei and didn't say it too bluntly: "You know, some things are just exchanges."

Boss Lu turned back and smiled at the young girl: "Why don't you go to the beach for a walk first?"

"Oh, okay, waiting for you outside." Little Liu smiled like a flower.

She has always been obedient to him in front of outsiders, at least on the surface.

Liu Yifei pushed the door out, and Boss Lu made it clear: "I'll say a few names, you should be able to understand what I mean."

"Ashley Judd, Asia Argento, Gwyneth Paltrow, Angelina Jolie, Alyssa Milano."

"These are just the ones I've heard of, and you know the rest, Harvey."

Harvey's face was ashen. No matter how much of a partner he was, no matter how mysterious he was, he would not allow such things to be made public!

It doesn't matter if you know it privately, but once a victim starts to speak out, he also knows that it will cause him trouble.

Even if this Eastern director didn't say it clearly, his expression and body language interpreted everything. This really didn't seem to be a secret to him.

Boss Lu didn't wait for the Jew to refute angrily and interrupted him directly: "I'm not a moralist! Harvey!"

"I have no intention of violating your privacy, let alone attacking your moral standards. As for your transactions with those who dedicated themselves, it has nothing to do with me."

"We are partners. I just want to tell you, if possible, please clean up all the endings and don't look for trouble for yourself."

Harvey's face eased slightly: "Lu, you are a person of power. You should know that people of power will not be threatened by those little ants."

In fact, as early as the 1997 Sundance Film Festival, a female star named Rose had already launched a resistance, but was ruthlessly suppressed.

Who in Hollywood doesn't know his character?

But in American politics, Harvey has been funding the Democratic Party's election work for a long time since 1994, and has close relationships with Hillary, Obama, and others. He is also a holder of the Order of the British Empire.

In 2015, in order to use his resources in Hollywood, Hillary rented a house next to Harvey's Beverly Hills mansion.

As a bridge between her and Hollywood, Harvey helped attract some influential entertainment figures.

According to the official records of the transparent US government, Harvey visited the White House 13 times during Obama's tenure;

Obama's daughter also interned at Harvey's company, and Michelle praised him as a good person, a good friend, and so on.

The close relationship between American politics and Hollywood has been evident for a long time. It seems to be even more widely known in the 2024 US election, which also involved the Diddy incident.

It is precisely because of this that Seeing Lu Kuan in 2002 dared to safely and boldly hand over "Fahrenheit 9/11" to Harvey for distribution.

Isn't he trying to use his identity to make a fuss by prompting and warning in advance now?

After all, the acquisition of many sensitive assets is not easy to pass the review of the US Federal Committee on Foreign Investment.

Harvey's face was uncertain. What made him terrified was that he knew the names of these female stars were not the so-called normal transactions in his mouth!

It's coercion! It's molestation!

This is not something that hearsay can explain.

The Jewish guy had a complex mind, and before he could recover from the shock and horror, he felt the fear brought to him by the unknown again.

At this time, he didn't know, or he might not know in this space-time, that this fear would save him.

He would not be overthrown by MeToo ten years later, and would not be abandoned like a pair of worn-out shoes by Hillary, Obama, and others he had high hopes for.

"Okay..." Harvey swallowed hard, looking at the little immortal who was calm in front of him: "I will pay attention."

"Thank you, Lu, you are a true good friend."

Boss Lu waved his hand and sneered in his heart.

If it weren't for taking root, surviving, and developing in Hollywood, I wouldn't have to use you, a local Hollywood bully.

But such people are indeed indispensable.

Some of the crooked ways that cannot be brought to the table in China are now handled by Dong Shuangqiang for him.

In North America, he can only rely on this Jewish guy who is pervasive and influential in both the temple and the rivers and lakes.

At least this counterattack against Deng Wendi and News Corp was contacted through his personal relationship with Iger, which led to subsequent platter and Marvel plans.

Harvey, who was in a good mood, lost his spirit. He had to think about the follow-up handling of Boss Lu's warning.

Seeing Lu Kuan took Liu Yifei away from Beverly Hills, and A-Fei carried them to the Weibo company in Silicon Valley, south of San Francisco Bay, California, 400 kilometers away.

"Were you just implying Harvey's improper relationship with Hollywood actresses?"

"Yes!"

Little Liu looked at him suspiciously. This is too absurd!

The wolf said to the jackal, you are not a good thing, hurry up and change it!

Even if she knew that the wolf, the "Washing Machine," was a wolf with a bottom line and would not do those things that angered both man and god.

But what does this jackal have to do with him? Why should he care about his life and death? Let this Harvey fend for himself.

"What kind of look is that?" Boss Lu was very dissatisfied: "Liu Yifei, put away your prejudice!"

Little Liu pouted coquettishly: "Humph, I hope it's my prejudice."

"You warned him because you expected him to capsize because of these dirty things, which would affect you?"

Boss Lu smiled: "Harvey has a close relationship with a certain political figure in the Democratic Party, and he is powerful in Hollywood and the Oscars."

"He can capsize, but he can't ruin my business, so I want to keep this Jewish guy within a controllable range."

"These so-called upper-class people in Western society are much dirtier than you think. Harvey is the best glove now."

"Use it if it's easy to use, and throw it away if it's dirty. Anyway, they are all foreign devils, let them fight each other."

The young director basically doesn't hide any real purpose in front of Liu Yifei now.

One is trust.

The second is to ask her to open her eyes and see every bright and dark corner of this world, so that she will know how to choose when encountering things in the future and will not make misjudgments.

Liu Yifei was puzzled: "But according to what you said, he is both close to certain political figures and influential in Hollywood, how can he capsize?"

"Those female stars are at the bottom of the industrial chain, and they should not even have a chance to speak, right?"

She is comparing it to the "Washing Machine."

If some mainland actresses offend Seeing Lu Kuan, with the influence and industry status of Wenjie and Blog Network, they would probably disappear without even saying a word.

"Disasters often accumulate in small things. It may not be obvious now, but who can always be evergreen?"

Boss Lu analyzed Harvey's character flaws for her: "You have also read 'Dragon Slaying' and know the truth of hitting a batch and uniting a batch."

"Harvey is just too arrogant. He only knows how to flatter his superiors, disdains his peers and subordinates, and even has various unimaginable bad behaviors."

"In 2004, he temporarily changed the schedule and deliberately used 'Gangs of New York' to hit Spielberg's 'Catch Me If You Can.' Both films were starred by Leonardo, causing great losses to the latter."

"He thinks he is a person of power in Hollywood, but isn't Spielberg? 'Schindler's List' directly gave him extremely high prestige in the Jewish community, far more than just a simple big director status."

"Moore of 'Fahrenheit 9/11' made a movie for him, and he didn't settle the bill for two years. Matt Damon and Ben Affleck wrote the script for 'Good Will Hunting' for him, and were also owed the dividends they deserved."

"Not to mention the subordinates, the female stars who suffered in his hands... not a few."

Seeing Lu Kuan looked at Liu Yifei, who was full of disdain: "Some Westerners have absurd views on power and lack the fighting wisdom of our great country."

"In our country, even a small section chief in a township knows that his eyes cannot always stare at the top, and he must firmly build a foundation at the middle and lower levels."

"To be more popular, you can understand Hollywood as a Hong Kong gang, and Harvey's status and power are equivalent to Sang Kun."

"He is just a leader, without the tolerance and strength of a dragon head, bullying in the Hollywood gang, and accumulating too much resentment."

"Such a person must either be ruthless and work hard to destroy all the leaders and become the dragon head."

"Or learn to live in harmony with peers and subordinates. This is called maintaining the values of the Hollywood family!"

"No matter what kind of group you are in, if you don't pretend to maintain the harmony and values on the surface, once you lose power, the wall will fall and everyone will push."

The young girl understood completely now and looked at him with some worship: "Sister Xun is right, you have a split personality brain."

Boss Lu sighed: "No way. If you want to be safe in one corner, even if Wenjie Holdings has no development, it can at least guarantee ten years of worry-free."

"But thinking of inserting a foot into this side of the Pacific, it is full of difficulties."

The young director counted with his fingers: "The right to speak at the front end of the film market is nothing more than three points, content, distribution channels, and publicity channels."

"The Internet product after the merger of Weibo and Twitter is a new type of online publicity channel, which is easy to understand."

"Blockbuster and Netflix are the strategic high points of streaming media and two of the future film distribution channels. Now it is just a layout in advance."

"The platter with Disney is a necessary condition for Wenjie's films to get better distribution opportunities in North America and to exert greater economic value from excellent scripts. It is the most important traditional screen channel at present and cannot be ignored."

"In addition to the efforts in these two channels, I am actually preparing to find an opportunity to acquire Marvel. This is high-quality content, which will exist as an IP library for theme film cities and derivatives in the future."

Liu Yifei said in surprise: "Marvel? Spider-Man? Thor?"

"Have you seen it?"

The young girl smiled: "Of course, when I was in middle school in Douglaston, there was a Marvel comic shop next to the school."

She sighed immediately: "Finally know why you are short of money, it is simply unimaginable."

Film platter, streaming media, Marvel, Twitter.

None of them are money-saving things.

Little Liu sighed in her heart, but unfortunately, her ability to make money can never keep up with the speed of his spending.

She still wanted to talk to Seeing Lu Kuan about her research results on Netflix and Blockbuster. When she turned her head, she saw that the man had already leaned against the seat and dozed off.

Thinking of the continuous work calls in Beverly Hills just now, I guess he handled a lot of company affairs overnight last night.

In fact, sometimes Little Liu can't help but wonder.

He is already so rich and has achieved such great success in film, why is he still working so hard?

As the person who knows him best in the world, the young girl instantly thought of many answers.

The earthquake escape public welfare of "Tangshan," the difficulty of the massacre film, his consistent advocacy of domestic film industrialization, and it seems that there is also persistent cultural output...

The residual sunlight like blood outside the car window hit his face, just outlining the man's tough outline.

There was fatigue and tiredness between his eyebrows, but her eyebrows were full of lingering and tenderness.

The warm twilight jumped on the faces of the two, and Liu Yifei leaned on the seat like this, looking at him with affection, and couldn't help but be infatuated for a while.

(End of chapter)