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

the next day.

Will Smith received the message that he had been flatly rejected.

"What did he say?"

Will slammed his coffee cup to the ground and shattered it. "The lead role has already been chosen? Is he playing me?"

Agent James nodded helplessly: "Not only that, according to what I've heard, he contacted Denzel HSD."

"Denzel?"

Will Smith sneered, his eyes filled with anger.

"That Chinese kid doesn't understand this story at all!"

Did he think making movies was about exorcising demons?

What could a foreigner like Gadna, who amassed his fortune through luck, possibly understand about the resilience he possessed while struggling at the bottom of society?

Not long after.

A Hollywood gossip magazine dropped a bombshell:

At a party, Will Smith publicly questioned the production prospects of "The Pursuit of Happyness".

"That would be a catastrophic waste."

In his report, Will bluntly stated: "A producer with absolutely no cultural resonance."

Forcibly controlling a story about Black struggle.

I predict this movie won't even recoup its production costs.

These remarks caused quite a stir within the industry.

Many people began to observe, and some even privately mocked Cao Kun, feeling that he had indeed become somewhat arrogant.

…………

Beverly Hills villa.

Amanda, holding a stack of newly delivered scripts, looked at Cao Kun with some concern.

"Damn, Will is making a huge fuss in the media."

Many film critics also joined in the criticism, saying you shouldn't get involved in this kind of subject matter.

Cao Kun was sitting in his study when he heard the beeping sound of Chris processing messages on his phone.

He stroked Amanda's soft blonde hair, his tone flat: "He's scared."

"Afraid?" Amanda asked, puzzled.

"He's afraid I'll prove him wrong."

A slight smile appeared on Cao Kun's lips.

"When a person can only get attention by shouting, it means that he has already felt threatened."

Just then, my phone rang.

It was Denzel-HSD calling.

"Mr. Cao, I've read the original work."

This Oscar-winning actor's voice is steady and powerful.

"This is the most touching story I've read in the last ten years."

That scene in the bathroom where she's holding her child and crying was fucking well-written. I accepted it.

"It's a pleasure working with you, Denzel." Cao Kun hung up the phone.

He looked out the window.

Will Smith's clamor was nothing more than the chirping of insects to him.

What he wants to do is not only to take away Will's original box office revenue, but also to take away the glory that originally belonged to Will.

Late at night.

Amanda clung to her, her movements gentler than usual.

"Damn, you seem to be getting more and more different lately."

Cao Kun: "How is it different?"

Amanda: "I feel you're becoming more and more authoritative."

Cao Kun was taken aback, then laughed.

He is now transforming into a Hollywood mogul.

As someone in the industry, Amanda found it normal to sense the authority emanating from him.

But for someone like Amanda, who works in the industry, this feeling is like poison.

It possesses an irresistible attraction.

"Ring ring..."

A few nights later, the loud ringing of his cell phone woke Cao Kun from his sleep.

Cao Kun opened his eyes and glanced at the phone on the bedside table.

"Who's calling so late?"

Cao Kun took the phone; it was an unfamiliar number from NY.

He pressed the call button, and before he could even speak, a slightly tired but still haughty female voice came through the receiver.

"Excuse me, are you Master Cao?"

Cao Kun responded calmly, "Yes, who is this?"

"My name is Ivanka Dong."

The other person gave their name, their tone somewhat hurried: "I've run into some trouble."

Lately, I keep dreaming about a door.

Cao Kun was taken aback when he heard the name.

Could this Ivanka Dong be the one he knows?

Judging by the age, the other person should be 24 years old, which matches the young voice on the phone.

However, being woken up in the middle of the night still annoyed Cao Kun: "Do you even know what time it is?"

Ivanka: "I know it's late, I just woke up from a nightmare."

Cao Kun: "So, you woke me up?"

Ivanka: "I'm sorry, I really need your help."

Cao Kun: "Okay, go on, what kind of door?"

"A bright red door that looks like it might bleed at any moment."

Ivanka's voice trembled slightly: "Ever since I dreamed of this door, I've been getting less than two hours of sleep every night."

During the day, I was completely unable to concentrate, and even when dealing with the family foundation's accounts, I made three major mistakes in a row.

This has never happened before.

"Have you seen a doctor?" Cao Kun asked.

"I've consulted the best neurologists and psychologists in NY, and they all say I'm just under too much stress."

Ivanka gave a wry smile: "Later I found two exorcists, but it didn't help."

Until a friend recommended you to me.

Cao Kun: "You didn't believe me at first, but you were only called to try and see what would happen now that you've been woken up again?"

Ivanka paused, speechless for a moment, clearly having been right about what Cao Kun had said.

Cao Kun didn't take it to heart.

I was reminded of what Ivanka said about the Red Gate.

Cao Kun instantly pictured that gray, desolate wasteland.

The TV series "Lurking" that I watched recently featured a red door.

The alien land in "Lurking".

Behind that red door are locked away evil spirits that lurk in the flesh of the living.

Cao Kun was silent for a moment, then sat up, leaned against the headboard, and asked, "Is there a new mark on your body?"

It resembles an abstract image of a child urinating.

"You..." Ivanka's breathing became rapid, her voice filled with shock.

"How...how did you know?"

I found this pattern yesterday, and I can't get it off no matter how much I wash or scrub.

"Master Cao, how did you know that I hadn't even been seen?"

"That's not important," Cao Kun interrupted her surprise. "What's important is that the marker is a locator."

You have been targeted by someone.

They coveted your soul.

Ivanka gasped on the other end: "Master Cao, please help me! I'm willing to pay any amount of money."

Cao Kun: "Where are you now?"

Ivanka: "NY"

Cao Kun: "No, I'm not going to New York."

Ivanka was stunned: "Why? If it's about the price..."

"It's not about the money."

Cao Kun coldly interrupted her, "If you want to live, book a plane ticket to Los Angeles."

Ivanka didn't hesitate for long: "Okay, I'll come see you tomorrow. Send me your address."

After hanging up the phone, Cao Kun called out, "Chris, send her the address of Wenxintang."

Chris popped out of the phone and landed on the ground.

She tilted her head and looked at Cao Kun: "Master, why did you refuse to go to New York?"

Cao Kun sneered and put down his phone: "This red door is closely related to the red-faced demon we killed last time."

Now that it's happening again, who can guarantee it's not a trap set for me?

Chris suddenly realized: "You're worried it's a hunt?"

Cao Kun: "Of course, it's better to be safe than sorry. Even if it isn't true, I won't suffer any loss."

Chris: "Master, you are a cunning old fox."

Cao Kun glared at Chris: "If you can't speak properly, then shut up."

Chris quickly smiled apologetically, "I mean, you really are like a clever hunter."

Cao Kun: "Alright, I'm going to rest now. You can go too."

Chris looked at Cao Kun with burning eyes: "Master, those ladies didn't come tonight, let me keep you company instead."