While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Hayden didn't even have time to formally say goodbye to the casting assistant.

She nodded hastily and then rushed towards the elevator with her assistant like a gust of wind.

That youthful and energetic figure was now nothing but panic.

In less than two hours, five of the most competitive rivals.

One stormed off in anger, while the other had to leave urgently due to the fire.

One was injured by an unexpected disaster, and the other suffered a sudden and severe allergic reaction with runny nose and tears.

He left in a hurry due to a family emergency...

They all withdrew from the competition in various bizarre yet plausible "accidental" ways.

The remaining auditionees in the corridor looked at each other in bewilderment; the atmosphere was more than just eerie.

It was even a little chilling.

Many people became visibly nervous and subsequently underperformed.

Sandra had stood up completely, her arms no longer crossed over her chest.

Her gaze, like a searchlight, slowly swept over the empty seats.

His gaze swept over the uneasy faces of the others, finally settling fixedly on Megan's face beside him.

Megan felt the scrutinizing gaze that almost pierced through her.

She glanced back at Sandra calmly.

Sandra felt a sudden jolt, as if she had understood something.

Megan's own heart was beating even faster.

Is this the power of that rotating talisman?

Megan felt her mouth suddenly become dry.

When it was finally Megan's turn, she walked into the room and clearly felt the difference in herself.

It wasn't a sudden leap in acting skills, but rather a kind of "smoothness" that came from the inside out.

The dialogue is fluent and the reactions are precise.

Even when Michael made a last-minute, somewhat tricky request.

Her body responded just as quickly as her mind.

The control over his body gained from the elixir was on full display at this moment.

She could sense a more serious consideration in the glances Michael exchanged with the producer.

Leave Paramount Building.

Sandra stared at Megan: "Meghan, all of this..."

Megan said expressionlessly, "I don't know anything. Send me to the toilet there."

Sandra said no more and got into the driver's seat.

The car stopped outside Cao Kun's villa, and Megan got out: "I'll be staying here for the next few days. Let me know as soon as you have any news."

Sandra's expression was complicated: "I will."

three days later.

Megan's phone, which was on her bedside table, suddenly rang.

Megan turned her head and saw that the caller was Sandra.

She was overjoyed and immediately got up to pick up her phone and answer the call.

"Megan, great... great news, I... we really did it. The female lead in Transformers is yours."

Sandra's voice trembled with excitement.

"Yes!"

Megan swung her fist forcefully, but wasn't too surprised.

"Megan, what exactly happened that day?" Sandra asked.

Megan's expression turned serious: "Sandra, do your job as your agent. You don't need to know anything else."

Previously, Meghan wouldn't have dared to speak to her agent like that.

But now, she has the confidence to do so.

Sandra has never paid much attention to her, but now, all that is about to change.

"Okay, I'll do as you say, I won't ask."

Sandra's tone was much softer than before: "You get some rest, I won't bother you anymore."

After hanging up the phone, Megan snuggled back into Cao Kun's arms on the bed.

"Damn, I did it! You're amazing!"

Cao Kun: "Don't be too happy yet, you've already used up your good luck for the future."

Next, bad luck will surely await you.

You need to be careful for the next period of time.

If anything seems unusual, please remember to pay attention and notify me promptly.

If you don't want to die.

For the next two weeks, Megan was practically a "frightened bird".

She has to hold onto the wall when she walks at home, and she always checks the bottom of the cup before drinking water.

Even when going to the supermarket to buy something, you have to wear full protective gear.

But bad luck was slow to arrive.

"Damn, it's been fifteen days, and I haven't even caught a cold."

Megan sat on the sofa, her eyes filled with anxiety. "Is this normal?"

Cao Kun put down the ancient book in his hand and glanced at her.

"This is not normal," Cao Kun said coldly.

"It's like a bank loan. The longer you're overdue, the higher the interest rate."

The longer bad luck is suppressed, the more devastating it will be when it finally erupts.

Megan flinched. "Will I die?"

"If you don't notify me in time, yes."

Cao Kun closed the book: "Watch your phone, watch your feet."

Tell me about anything that seems unusual, even if it's just seeing a dead fly.

"I understand." Megan nodded vigorously.

The days slipped by in an eerie calm.

June has passed, and July has arrived.

On June 1, "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants," starring Amanda Seymour, was released nationwide in the United States.

A few days later, Wendy drove her brand-new Cadillac in the afternoon.

With Amanda in tow, they stormed into Cao Kun's villa.

"Mr. Cao, look at this!"

Before Wendy had even settled in, she pulled out a freshly printed copy of the morning box office statistics and film review summary from her bag.

Her usually sharp and shrewd face was now beaming with joy, and her gaze towards Cao Kun even held a hint of awe.

"Although it ranked third in the box office during its opening weekend."

However, among teenage girls aged 15 to 25, the occupancy rate was 95.8%!

Wendy lowered her voice, her tone excited.

"Warner's feedback is that Amanda's personal search volume has increased fivefold."

She became famous, Mr. Cao, absolutely famous.

Amanda sat next to Cao Kun, wearing a simple white dress, her skin glowing with a porcelain-white luster thanks to the nourishment of the elixir.

She leaned on Cao Kun's shoulder reliably.

"Damn, you're right."

Amanda said softly, "I didn't understand why I would take on such a low-budget youth film before."

But during these past few days of events, the girls were calling my name so loudly it was frightening.

Cao Kun picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"These kinds of films have a long lifespan and can help you build the most solid fan base."

It's more useful than those short-lived films.

"Mr. Cao, you have a Midas touch."

Wendy stood up and bowed respectfully.

"I had reservations about the route you planned for Amanda before."

I now admit that my professional perspective is like that of a primary school student in your eyes.

From now on, I will send all of Amanda's contracts to you for review first.

Cao Kun nodded noncommittally.

Amanda's gratitude was more direct.

That night, after Wendy left, she practically melted into Cao Kun's body.

She now has an almost blind worship and dependence on Cao Kun.

The horrific accident that Megan had anticipated did not occur.

She has even started participating in the early physical training for "Transformers".

………………

Early July, Hollywood.

Fantastic Four premiere.

Outside the theater, a red carpet was laid out, and reporters with their long lenses and microphones surrounded the area.

Jessica Alba, dressed in a well-tailored navy blue gown, smiled radiantly in the flashing lights.

Cao Kun, dressed in a simple black suit, was invited to appear at the premiere.

However, he did not walk the red carpet; instead, he appeared directly in the theater.

Inside the theater, elements from Fantastic Four were everywhere, and there was also a small cocktail party.

It mainly consists of non-alcoholic champagne and small pastries.

"Damn! Over here."

Jessica spotted Cao Kun in the crowd at a glance.

Ignoring the stares of her companions, she lifted her skirt and strode over.

This move immediately drew the attention of countless people to Cao Kun.