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

Cao Kun didn't speak, but listened quietly.

"After that, I took on several film roles, and although none of them flopped, I made money from most of them."

But it was like a stone sinking into the sea, leaving not a ripple.

Lifu's tone revealed a deep sense of frustration: "When people see me, they only call me 'Elf Princess'."

The producers and directors only treated me as a pretty face.

"If I can't produce a truly impactful work in a short period of time, I'll soon be forgotten by Hollywood."

She paused, her gaze fixed intently on Cao Kun.

"I heard that Amanda got 'V for Vendetta' and Rachel is aiming for an Oscar."

Even Scarlett, you've prepared a Disney project for her.

Li Fu tightened her grip on Cao Kun's arm.

"Damn, since you can see through fate, can you give me a chance too?"

I also want to prove that I'm not just an elf living in a fairy tale.

Cao Kun looked at her face, which was filled with ambition and unease.

He was well aware of Liv Taylor's situation.

In the original timeline, she did indeed fall into a long period of mediocrity after The Lord of the Rings.

Aside from the occasional fleeting glimpse of brilliance, he has never been able to return to his peak.

Cao Kun rolled over, pinning Li Fu beneath him, and stroked her delicate cheeks with his fingers.

Cao Kun: "Let me think about it. I'll find a project for you soon."

Lifu was overjoyed: "Really?"

The next second, a grand transfer ceremony inevitably began again.

late at night.

The evening breeze in Beverly Hills, carrying a hint of dampness, drifted through the half-open window.

Cao Kun leaned back in the leather chair in his study, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table.

"Chris, come out."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wisp of pink smoke emerged from the phone screen.

It twisted and turned in the air a few times, transforming into Chris's stunning face.

She was wearing a semi-transparent black lace mini-dress today, her long legs crossed, sitting on the edge of the table.

"Master, are you feeling lonely calling me so late?" Chris blinked, her eyes burning with desire.

Cao Kun didn't even lift his eyelids: "Go check if there's a film project called 'Knocked Up Overnight'?"

"Knocked Up Overnight?"

Chris paused slightly, her fingertips sliding in the air, data streams flashing rapidly in her pupils.

A few minutes later, she stopped what she was doing, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Master, there are no movie records with this name in the database, not even a copyright registration."

Cao Kun stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

I remember now.

[The current director, Judd Apatow, only released his film "The Forty-Year-Old Virgin" this August.]

This is the second part of his "Useless Trilogy".

"Getting Pregnant Overnight" is probably still just a thought in his head; the script probably hasn't even had a beginning.

Cao Kun thought for a moment, then looked at Chris and said, "Okay, I'll say it, and you take notes."

Chris, somewhat curious, took out a laptop: "Is Master going to write the script himself?"

Cao Kun didn't explain, but calmly began to narrate:

"A professional woman whose career is on the rise."

"After a night of partying at a bar, I had a one-night stand with a good-for-nothing shut-in."

Eight weeks later, she found out she was pregnant.

"The core of the story is how two people from completely different worlds are forced to come together for the sake of their child."

"Conflicts, jokes, and those embarrassing real-life issues."

Cao Kun spent more than half an hour explaining the entire film's plot, its twists and turns, and its core comedic moments...

And the very realistic ending was described in great detail.

As Cao Kun narrated, corresponding text appeared automatically on the laptop.

Chris's surprise grew stronger.

After Cao Kun finished speaking, Chris looked up, her eyes filled with admiration:

"Master, are you really... just an exorcist?"

This script structure and attention to detail are even better than those of Hollywood's top screenwriters.

Cao Kun glanced at the laptop screen and said calmly, "That's not talent, that's vision."

Chris leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids:

"When will my master's gaze linger on me a little longer?"

Cao Kun: "Yes, but not now. Contact Judd Apatow and send him this outline."

Tell him I'm interested in investing in this story and would like to collaborate with him on its development.

Chris put away her notebook, and in a flash, she returned to her phone.

"Understood, Master."

I will use the most discreet methods to contact him.

I guarantee he'll be so excited he won't be able to sleep after seeing this outline.

………………

Meanwhile, in a villa in Los Angeles.

Judd Apartu was staring blankly at the computer screen.

The huge success of "The Forty-Year-Old Virgin" brought him fame, but also put him under immense pressure.

He wanted to write a new story about unplanned pregnancy and responsibility.

But now he only has a vague outline, and he can't grasp the key point no matter what.

"Damn it, how exactly is that sense of conflict conveyed?"

He scratched his hair in frustration.

Just then, a private email popped up with a "ding".

The title is concise: [A movie idea about unplanned pregnancy that you might be interested in].

Judd opened the email.

At first glance, his breathing became heavy.

At the second glance, he suddenly stood up, the movement so large that he knocked over the chair behind him.

"God... isn't this the story I've been looking for? Even the details are filled in so perfectly!"

He stared intently at the sender's name—Kunlun Pictures, Cao.

"Cao? That Chinese-American producer?"

Judd was stunned, then, disregarding the fact that it was late at night, he began to reply with trembling hands.

………………

Early the next morning.

Cao Kun had just woken up when Chris's voice rang in his ears.

"Master, Judd has replied. He is very interested in this matter."

Cao Kun wiped his sweat with a towel, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Tell him to meet me in my office at 3 p.m.

Cao Kun hadn't been to Kunlun Pictures' office more than a few times.

3 p.m. sharp.

Judd Apatow arrived at Kunlun Films on time.

"Mr. Cao, you look younger than you do on TV."

Upon seeing Cao Kun, Jia De spoke first, whether out of flattery or in truth.

Cao Kun walked the red carpet with several women; he had also appeared on television a few times.

If Judd wanted to know about him, he would naturally search for him online.

"Please sit down, Director Apatow."

Judd took a deep breath and sat down opposite him.

His gaze was fixed intently on Cao Kun: "Mr. Cao, that outline... did you really come up with it?"

Cao Kun poured him a cup of tea: "That's not important. What's important is, do you want to turn it into a movie?"

Judd nodded vigorously: "Yes! Absolutely! This story is fantastic; it completely gets me excited."

Cao Kun: "Then there's no problem. I'll provide the money, you provide the labor. You'll have complete control over everything, including the final editing rights."

Copyright belongs to our company; profit sharing will be negotiated according to our rules.

Judd's eyes lit up immediately.

His previous film, "The Forty-Year-Old Virgin," was a collaboration with Universal.

Although he was both the director and the screenwriter, he did not receive the final cut.

Judd: "Any other requests?"

Cao Kun: "Let Rif Taylor play the female lead."