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Chapter 300 He amazed European and American girls!

Over the years, from the Oscars to Cannes, and to all kinds of international awards...

Amidst the intense scrutiny, as the camera pans across familiar Eastern faces, Western audiences often conjure up images of a certain "standardized" Chinese actor...

Or like Xu Xiaolong, the former king of kung fu, lean and sharp, with the cold edge of a kung fu superstar; or like Fang Long, honest and agile, always with his signature friendly big-nosed smile; or like Zhang Yi, a classical beauty, with phoenix eyes and red lips wrapped in an embroidered cheongsam, like a lady who has stepped out of an ink painting.

These faces, though each unique, are always confined to stereotypical labels like "kung fu tough guy" and "gentle beauty," as if Chinese actors only have two factory settings...

It's either a martial arts machine that can leap across rooftops and scale walls, or a mysterious and fragile oriental vase.

Even the Chinese characters in Hollywood blockbusters are always either fortune tellers in long gowns, Chinatown thugs with braids, or IT geeks speaking broken English...

……

In the early 90s, with the popularity of kung fu films, Chinese films began to go overseas one after another. The pandering of Chinese directors and actors and the deliberate actions of Hollywood directors have largely become stereotypes.

Even the oriental werewolf setting in "Twilight" couldn't escape this trend; Wu Zuliang appeared dressed in a proper Tang suit, walking into the venue with a handsome smile.

Until the roar of that dark red motorcycle tore through the night sky, everything changed.

Accompanied by the roar of motorcycles.

The media and fans of the Twilight series instinctively looked at the man. After a brief silence, countless people instinctively pulled the shutter of their cameras, focusing on the dark red motorcycle that had suddenly appeared.

In the footage, the motorcycle gracefully turned a corner and stopped at the edge of the red carpet under the watchful eyes of countless people.

A beam of light shone on the young man's face...

The young man behind the sunglasses had sharp, chiseled features. He lacked the sturdy build of traditional Chinese male stars, and was devoid of any effeminate air. He seemed like a drawn sword, lean yet full of explosive power. The lines of his black leather jacket combined the aloofness of a poet with the wildness of a warrior...

It's hard to imagine that these two qualities could be so perfectly combined in this man...

The moment the sunglasses were removed, countless people instinctively looked at the eyes reflected in them.

this moment……

The spotlights on the red carpet suddenly froze for a second.

The warm, jade-like pupils create a wonderful contrast with the cold, metallic gleam of the motorcycle.

He calmly stepped off the motorcycle, took off his helmet which read "Lingjiang Motorcycle," tapped it lightly on the fuel tank, and gave it a simple shake...

A gust of wind blew by, the night breeze ruffling the wisps of hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of smiling yet deep eyes...

……

Countless media outlets and European and American movie fans stared blankly at the young man who had just gotten off his motorcycle!
Even Allen, a seasoned cult film enthusiast who has seen countless films, held his breath in the crowd.

The moment the young man removed his sunglasses, his deep, knife-like eyes seemed to pierce the night, both as lonely as a knight at the end of his road and as inviolable as a young god.

This made the boy, who was used to seeing blood and killing, suddenly feel a skipped heartbeat!
Oh, God!
This is the scene of his dream, where he makes his entrance like a hero!
Oh, God!
Seriously, that's so cool!
Just as he was about to squeeze in...

Countless screams erupted at that moment!
Zhou Yang's sudden appearance completely shattered all the Western audiences' imaginations of Chinese men!
He doesn't have the signature almond-shaped eyes or flat facial features, much less the squinty eyes that are portrayed in all films and television shows as depicting Chinese men as humble and ugly...

Rather, he was gentle and refined, like a gentleman, possessing an aristocratic air of nobility and sharpness...

What's even more suffocating is the aura surrounding him...

It's neither the humility deliberately displayed by a kung fu star, nor the restraint of an art-house actor, but rather a rock star's languor and danger, as if he might pull out a silver-plated revolver from his leather jacket at any moment and shoot bullets at the moon with a smile.

Zhou Yang stopped the car, looked around, and then smiled at the camera.

As he passed a tall, beautiful European girl standing in the front row, he suddenly stopped. He elegantly raised his hand and gently waved it in the air, as if by magic, conjuring a rose out of thin air.

He handed the rose to the girl, then bowed slightly in a standard gentlemanly manner.

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when……

Countless shouts and even more excited screams rang out repeatedly from the crowd.

As countless envious voices, accompanied by booming sounds, rose and fell in my ears...

Elena von Kleist felt a sudden silence in the world; in her mind, there was only that elegant, smiling, mysterious, Eastern gentleman's smile.

She saw the young man slightly bend down and hand her the roses, then whisper in her ear in a deep, magnetic British accent, "Hello, my noble princess, may Lady Luck always favor you, and may good times always be with you. Please allow me to offer my sincerest blessings..."

After saying this, the Asian man blinked his left eye as he stepped back, and then slowly turned around.

Clutching the rose, I stared blankly at the departing figure of the boy from the east...

She felt her heart pounding uncontrollably!

My mind went blank. It was as if all the beauty in the world had blossomed in this moment, like rose petals. In the entire world, there was only that silhouette...

Elena von Kleist never imagined that she would suddenly succumb to despair at this moment...

As the heiress to Germany's largest medical device group, she originally came to catch a glimpse of her idol, Leon Krauss...

She was a fan of Leon Kraus. Upon hearing that he played the deeply affectionate vampire in *Twilight*, she excitedly flew to Los Angeles for the premiere. However, on the red carpet, she was instantly captivated by Zhou Yang's roses and gentlemanly demeanor, completely succumbing to the charm of this Eastern gentleman. "Miss?" the bodyguard noticed her hand holding the roses trembling slightly.

Elena could no longer hear anything.

She looked at the rose that had appeared out of nowhere, its petals still warm from the motorcycle's fuel tank.

“Find out…” She stared at the man’s retreating figure as he walked towards Leon: “Who is this boy… I want him, yes, his most detailed information…”

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Evening in Los Angeles.

China, 3 p.m.

Chairman's Office of Lingjiang Motorcycle.

The global premiere of "Twilight" was broadcast live in its entirety, but because Zhou Yang was involved in the film and had a good personal relationship with the director, only [Movie House] in all of China was able to obtain the live broadcast rights, and their filming positions were among the most prominent specially invited spots...

In 2005, with further advancements in technology, the live broadcasts of [Movie House] were finally no longer plagued by the insanely choppy, slideshow-like visuals!

of course……

The capacity to accommodate live viewers is still not very large, around 11.

in the office.

There was silence!
Zheng Minghui stared intently at the live broadcast of the "Twilight" premiere on his computer screen. When the dark red-painted "Lingjiang Battle Axe" motorcycle rolled over the red carpet, the cigar in his hand fell to the solid wood floor with a "thud".

"It really went in?" He zoomed in on the image, trembling, incredulous, his mind completely blank!
The Lingjiang logo on the motorcycle's fuel tank is clearly visible under the flash...

When the camera panned across the back of Zhou Yang's leather jacket, the "Devil Knight × Suzue" collaboration label was clearly embroidered on it.

He opened his mouth!
Even now, he still finds it hard to believe!

That's right!
The scene at the global premiere of a Hollywood movie!
That's right!
He shook his head violently, but his mind was terribly blank. He wanted to say something, but found that something was stuck deep in his throat, and he couldn't say anything at all!
I don't know how much time passed!
He shuddered violently!
"One hundred million! One hundred million! Damn it, one hundred million, fucking it, only one hundred million, just one hundred million!"

Zheng Minghui suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter!
He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table. At that moment, he found it difficult to control his emotions!

After laughing for who knows how long...

He grabbed the phone and roared at the marketing department!
"Summon everyone from the overseas business division immediately! Now! Right now! Immediately!"

"Damn it, we're in Hollywood!"

"We went!"

"One hundred million!"

After hanging up the phone, he took a deep breath to calm himself down, then picked up the phone again: "Also, marketing department, tomorrow, contact the production department and have them work overtime to ensure that all dealerships nationwide use this 'Tomahawk' as their flagship product! Put up pictures of President Zhou in Hollywood, but don't sell it. Yes, don't sell this car, at least not now! It can't be sold!"

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in fact……

It wasn't just Lingjiang Motorcycles that was watching this live stream!
The other nine motorcycle companies across the country were all watching this live stream!
In fact, the moment they heard Zhou Yang announce that he would take the car to Hollywood at the press conference...

A deep, indescribable regret welled up within them!

of course……

They still harbored a certain sense of wishful thinking, believing that the impact wouldn't be significant!

But this moment!
【Flying Jazz Motorcycles】

Marketing Director Liu Meng stared at the conspicuous logo on the fuel tank in the live broadcast, and angrily smashed the screen with his fist: "One hundred million? One hundred million can get global media coverage for free! Damn it, marketing department, which bastard said that this one hundred million would be a loss? Damn it, who said that!"

At that moment, the CFO's hands were trembling as he flipped through the stock price data.

Lingjiang's stock price has hit the daily limit for three consecutive days, and its market capitalization has surpassed theirs by 20%...

But look at the scene today!
Tomorrow, the stock price of Lingjiang Motorcycle will rise again!

Fuck!
From the stock market perspective...

The money I've earned is well over 100 million!
They actually missed out on a windfall at this crucial moment!
"damn it!"

"Contact General Manager Zhou!"

"Contact Zhou Yangfang and say we're willing to pay more—one hundred million, no, one hundred and thirty million! We want to sign a contract!"

"..."

Just then, the door opened.

The chairman rushed in, his face extremely grim...

(End of this chapter)