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

Cao Kun listened to the sound of the engine starting up downstairs gradually fading away before turning his gaze away.

He rolled out of bed, walked to the French windows, and watched the black, stretched Lincoln drive out the door.

"Master, she's gone."

The succubus Chris emerged from under the bed, draped in a smooth, light veil. "You look a little down?"

"I wouldn't call it disappointment, I'm just thinking that the Dong family's money is indeed quite easy to make." Cao Kun turned and walked towards the bathroom.

………………

July 22, Groman ZG Theater, Hollywood.

The global premiere of "The Island" was held here.

The red carpet was lined with cameras and microphones.

When a black, extended limousine pulled up at the start of the red carpet, the flashbulbs started flashing wildly.

Cao Kun got out of the car first, then reached out and took Scarlett's hand, who was wearing a backless silver dress.

"My God! Is that Scarlett? How did she get so much taller?"

"It's so beautiful, it's as if Venus has come to life."

"Who is that? That Asian man, walking the red carpet with her, and acting so intimately?"

"Quickly check his information!"

"Judging from their behavior, their relationship is clearly very unusual."

"To be so close to the goddess, I'm so jealous I feel like my body is about to break apart."

"Damn it, what's this guy's special talent? How did he manage to snag such a beauty?"

The flashes of light created a continuous white blur.

The entertainment reporters kept talking and their hands were just as busy.

Scarlett clung tightly to Cao Kun's arm.

Her original height of 1.6 meters has increased to 1.71 meters under the transformation of the Xuan Gu Dan.

After putting on high heels, she exudes confidence and charisma.

Facing the reporters' cameras, both long and short, she smiled radiantly.

That confidence that radiated from within made all the other actresses around her pale in comparison.

Upon entering the theater lobby, the atmosphere shifts from noisy to elegant.

The Chinese faces, who were originally at the bottom of the social hierarchy, have now become the focus of everyone's attention.

Spielberg, dressed in a well-tailored suit, took the initiative to walk over and shake hands with Cao Kun.

"Cao, it's great to have you here. Marvel is moving very quickly; I heard the script is already finalized?"

Spielberg was polite.

He holds a high position within the industry, but Cao Kun's current status is that of a Hollywood asset.

She's just as good as him.

Cao Kun not only holds more than 22% of Marvel's shares.

More importantly, he holds the exclusive rights to those core heroes.

He also spearheaded the production of the films "Hancock" and "The Pursuit of Happyness".

She was deeply involved in the film "The Devil Wears Prada".

"Yes, that's about it," Cao Kun replied with a smile.

Director Michael Wolf also came over.

He stared at Scarlett for a long time, unable to hide the doubt in his eyes.

"Scarlett, I have to admit, you're amazing right now."

Michael-Boo shrugged. "How did you do that?"

You weren't this tall when we were filming, and your skin... it's like it's been glazed.

Is it because the air in Detroit is more nourishing?

Scarlett turned her head, glanced at Cao Kun with admiration, and answered with a smile.

"It's all because of Cao. He has a magical power."

The producers and executives around him smiled knowingly upon hearing this.

In their eyes, this was nothing more than a woman in love blindly praising her boyfriend.

This is a typical Hollywood-style statement made by someone obsessed with romance.

Michael Wolf just pursed his lips and didn't press the matter further, but he still felt that something was off.

After a small cocktail party, the main feature film officially began to be shown.

In the darkened theater, Scarlett whispered in Cao Kun's ear:

"Damn, do you remember our promise?"

This movie cost over 100 million US dollars to produce, with Steven Spielberg as executive producer and Michael Jackson as director.

I felt confident I would win.

Cao Kun felt the warmth of her palm and smiled, "Don't worry, the outcome will be decided soon."

Scarlett laughed along, "Of course, you're not prepared to agree to my conditions, are you? My conditions are very demanding."

Cao Kun: "What a coincidence, me too."

Scarlett smiled and squeezed his hand.

The premiere concluded amidst applause.

Although the film critics' expressions were somewhat subtle, Scarlett remained immersed in the excitement of the premiere.

Late at night, in a mansion in Beverly Hills.

The Los Angeles night view outside the window is as vibrant as daytime.

After a vigorous transfer ceremony, the air in the bedroom still retained a sticky heat.

Scarlett lay limply on Cao Kun's chest, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat.

The clock on the wall pointed exactly to midnight.

Cao Kun picked up the phone from the bedside table; it already displayed the first day's data compiled by Chris.

"The Island grossed $450 million on its opening day in North America."

The number of films shown in theaters is declining, and based on the curve, the box office for the opening weekend may be less than 1200 million.

Scarlett jerked herself up, her flushed face turning pale instantly.

"How much did you say? 450 million?" She snatched the phone in disbelief. "This is a big-budget production with a budget of 1.2 million!"

Scarlett slumped back onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

As the lead actress, she knew all too well what this data meant.

It was a disaster.

Cao Kun turned over and embraced her, his fingertips tracing her smooth back.

Scarlett slumped back onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

As the lead actress, she knew all too well what this data meant. It was a disaster.

Cao Kun turned over and embraced her, his fingertips tracing her smooth back.

"Stop looking at it. Data doesn't lie, but it doesn't represent everything," Cao Kun said calmly.

Scarlett turned her head, her eyes misting over: "How could it not mean everything?"

With an investment of $1.2 million, only $450 million was raised on the first day.

Hollywood is so realistic, damn it.

This means I failed as a leading lady in a commercial film.

From now on, major film studios will only see me as box office poison.

I can only go back to making those art films, where I stare out the window all day and don't get paid much.

She gripped the blanket tightly, her voice trembling slightly:

"I've already grown taller, and I thought I was just one step away from becoming a top business tycoon."

Cao Kun chuckled and kissed her forehead: "It's nothing serious."

Michael Badger's style isn't for everyone; the show's target audience was inherently problematic.

"But that's failure," Scarlett whispered.

"It's okay."

Cao Kun tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear. "I've already prepared backup plans for you."

That position has far more vitality than this clone.

Scarlett suddenly looked up, her eyes shining brightly: "Really? You're going to give me a new movie?"

Cao Kun just smiled mysteriously: "You'll find out later."

That character doesn't need you to flaunt that cheap sci-fi feel; she'll become your defining characteristic.

"Tell me quickly, what is it?" Scarlett pressed, pressing her entire body against Cao Kun.

Cao Kun shook his head and remained silent.