Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

Inside the first-class cabin of a Boeing 747 bound for Los Angeles, 10,000 feet in the air.

Liu Qianqian was curled up in the spacious airline seat, holding a thick English novel in her hands. The cover featured a red high heel and a devil's trident.

The Devil Wears Prada.

She stared at the book title for a full five minutes, then turned to look at Yu Le, who was wearing noise-canceling headphones and resting with her eyes closed.

"Dad," Liu Qianqian poked Yu Le's arm with her finger, "Are you running a fever?"

Yu Le didn't even open his eyes, and casually shoved her hands away.

"No fever, normal body temperature, healthy blood pressure, he'll live long enough for you to get married."

Liu Qianqian slammed the book onto her lap, her voice rising two octaves.

"So you want me to act in a Hollywood movie? The lead role? Produced by Fox? Have you been fooled by domestic box office success and think your methods will work in Hollywood?!"

It's not that she's belittling herself.

It's 2005 now. What is the status of Chinese actors in Hollywood?

You either become an action star, kicking and somersaulting on screen every day; or you play a minor role with only three lines, and all of them are stereotypical negative characters.

A proper urban fashion film with a leading female character?

Those arrogant capitalists in Hollywood must be crazy to cast a Chinese actor!

Yu Le finally opened her eyes, took off one of her earphones, and glanced at her sideways.

"Promising."

He picked up the champagne beside him and took a sip.

"What's wrong with Hollywood? Don't people in Hollywood have two eyes and a nose? We're their savior now, what are you afraid of?"

Liu Qianqian's eyes widened.

"Savior?! Dad, isn't your Versailles problem getting worse?!"

Yu Le ignored her complaints and slowly adjusted the back of her seat.

"News from Luo Xiang's side."

"This project has been in development for almost half a year, and Fox 2000 Studios still hasn't even decided on a director or lead actor."

"Director David Frankel has just taken over and is still working on the script."

"As for the role you're playing, Andy, the producers' first choice is Rachel McAdams. She just finished filming 'The Notebook,' she's incredibly famous, and they've already turned them down three times."

"What about Scarlett Johansson? What about Natalie Portman?" Liu Qianqian usually keeps up with Hollywood gossip.

"They all turned it down." Yu Le shrugged. "They thought it was a chick flick and didn't want to play a supporting role to the actress playing 'Miranda'."

Liu Qianqian seized the blind spot.

Who plays Miranda?

Yu Le turned her head and looked at her.

Meryl Streep.

Liu Qianqian gasped, her hand trembled, and she almost dropped the book in her hand.

Meryl Streep!

The absolute kingpin of Hollywood, a living textbook of Oscar nominations!

"Dad, I want to go home." Liu Qianqian immediately chickened out. "You want me to act alongside Aunt Mei?"

Yu Le chuckled softly.

"With such little courage, you still keep talking about becoming an international superstar?"

"No matter how talented she is, she's just an actress. What, you don't even have the courage to act opposite her?"

Liu Qianqian looked aggrieved.

"Why would Fox hire me? Just because you invested in me?"

Yu Le turned to look at the clouds outside the window, her voice calm and unhurried.

"Fox is currently over budget, doesn't have the money to hire big names, and is in a hurry to start filming."

"You bring the box office base of 'Kung Fu Hustle' and 'Rob-B-Hood' in Asia, along with some popularity in North America, plus the US dollars in my pocket."

"Do you think the chances are good?"

Yu Le turned her gaze back to Liu Qianqian, her smile deepening.

at the same time.

Los Angeles, Century City, Fox headquarters building.

Producer Wendy Fenneman paced irritably in her office, her high heels making a dull thud on the wool carpet.

Behind his desk, Tom Rothman, the vice president in charge of production, was rubbing his temples, looking exhausted.

"Wendy, tell me, why did Rachel refuse again? We've already offered more than the market rate!"

Tom slammed the documents in his hand onto the table.

Wendy stopped, spread her hands, and looked helpless.

"She wants to do some more in-depth independent films and doesn't want to take on these commercial comedies anymore. Tom, we can't wait any longer. The crew is already assembled, and we're burning through cash every day."

"How's Anne Hathaway?" Tom frowned.

"That little girl from 'The Princess Diaries'? She's so sweet, and her fees aren't cheap either."

A brief silence fell over the office.

Wendy sighed and walked to the table to pour herself a cup of coffee.

"So what do we do now? Put the project on hold?"

Tom irritably loosened his tie and picked up another fax that had just arrived on the table.

"A company in Asia called Salty Fish Entertainment contacted us."

Wendy paused for a moment.

"A Chinese company? What are they trying to do? Buy overseas distribution rights?"

Tom pushed the fax in front of Wendy with a strange expression.

"No, they want to invest jointly."

"They will cover half of the production costs, on the condition that the lead role of Andy is played by one of their people."

Wendy almost spat out the coffee she had just drunk.

"Are you crazy? Casting an Asian girl as an assistant in the New York fashion industry? Audiences will think we're making a sci-fi movie!"

Tom tapped the table with his fingers, his voice low and deep.

"Twenty million US dollars, in cash. No complicated bank approvals required, it will be directly deposited into the escrow account."

Wendy's words caught in her throat.

In Hollywood, all art is predicated on money.

A cash flow of twenty million US dollars is enough to make any executive at a major studio reconsider their casting criteria.

"Who are their people?" Wendy swallowed hard.

Tom pointed to a photograph attached to the fax.

"Crystal Liu, Liu Yifei".

"The mute girl in 'Kung Fu Hustle,' the nurse in 'Rob-B-Hood.' She's incredibly popular in Asia right now."

Wendy looked at the girl in the photo, whose features were delicate and whose temperament was aloof, and still hesitated.

"Tom, there's no shortage of beautiful women in Hollywood. But can she carry this role?"

Tom stood up and looked out the window at the Los Angeles street scene.

"They'll be in Los Angeles tomorrow."

"Have David get ready. In any case, for the sake of the twenty million dollars, give this Asian girl an audition opportunity."