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

Judd froze, his mind quickly conjuring up the images of "elf princess" and "career woman with unplanned pregnancy."

"Lifu?" Judd hesitated. "Isn't her aura... a little too ethereal?"

Cao Kun said calmly, "The contrast is the biggest selling point."

"Don't you think it's funny to make the goddess in every man's heart go through this most realistic and embarrassing thing?"

Judd's eyes widened little by little.

He slapped his thigh: "A genius idea! That sense of superiority and brokenness."

It will elevate the comedic effect of the entire movie to a whole new level!

Cao Kun: "I have already prepared the contract, and I will invest 3000 million yuan."

"You're in charge of production, and you have only one requirement: Li Fu must be the female lead in this film."

Without any hesitation, Judd declared, "Deal!"

Cao Kun smiled.

To attract Judd, we must offer better terms than Universal.

Otherwise, why wouldn't they cooperate with Universal?

As for the final cut.

Given the previous success stories, Global is willing to delegate authority for such a small investment of 3000 million.

After signing the contract and seeing Jia De off, Cao Kun picked up his phone and sent a message to Li Fu.

"The project is finalized; it's Judd Apatow's new film. Come over tomorrow, and I'll introduce you to the director."

In less than ten seconds, Lifu's reply arrived, the screen filled with hearts.

In December, the streets of Los Angeles are already decorated with Christmas ornaments.

Cao Kun sat in the spacious study of the villa, a webpage open on his laptop.

The succubus Chris, dressed in an extremely minimalist Christmas outfit, was floating in mid-air.

She held a glass of red wine in her hand, her eyes fixed seductively on the screen.

"Master, the data for Amanda's new movie 'V for Vendetta' has been in theaters for a week."

Chris took a small sip of red wine.

With his finger, he drew a pink arc in the air, projecting several data sheets in front of Cao Kun.

"It has an initial rating of 8.4 on IMDb. Although the number of reviews is still increasing, its reputation is very strong."

On Rotten Tomatoes, professional film critics gave it a 93% fresh rating.

Even the notoriously critical Variety magazine praised Amanda for delivering a "disfiguring performance."

Cao Kun glanced at the form.

It grossed $2500 million in its opening weekend in North America.

This result is only average, or even a bit low, for superhero movies.

But Cao Kun didn't care, because he knew the special nature of this film.

"How has the reaction been among the special groups?" Cao Kun asked.

Chris smiled like a little fox: "Master, you are truly amazing."

Protest organizations and various youth avant-garde groups in Europe have almost adopted the mask from the movie as a totem.

Although the box office performance is not a huge success so far, Amanda has completely broken out of its cultural boundaries in terms of influence.

She is no longer the "doll" who acts in teen movies, but a mainstream Hollywood powerhouse.

Cao Kun nodded.

Movies like "V for Vendetta" sell sentiment and ideas.

At this point in time, its practical significance far exceeds that of the film itself.

Once a good reputation is established, the company can still make a fortune from DVD rentals and television broadcasting rights.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang.

Before Cao Kun could get up, Chris had already flashed away, turning into a pink light and disappearing back into the phone.

Cao Kun glanced at the surveillance footage and saw that it was Amanda and Wendy.

The door opened.

Amanda wore a black cashmere coat and a red scarf, making her look exceptionally capable.

When she saw Cao Kun, she rushed up to him without saying a word and hugged him tightly.

"Damn, I did it!"

Amanda's voice was choked with sobs as she buried her face in Cao Kun's chest, refusing to let go.

"I just attended a film critics' gathering."

They used to not even bother to look at me, but today they're all talking about my performance.

I feel like I've truly come back to life.

Cao Kun patted her on the back and looked at Wendy who was following behind.

By this time, Wendy had long lost the arrogant, bossy demeanor she once possessed.

She stood in the entryway, carrying two luxury bags, looking somewhat flustered.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Cao Kun was filled with deep awe, but also a hint of almost overflowing flattery.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Cao."

Wendy bowed slightly, her tone extremely humble.

"I was too short-sighted before, and I almost ruined Amanda's future."

From now on, for all of Amanda's projects, I will have absolutely no objections, just a word from you.

Cao Kun pulled Amanda into the house and casually replied, "You're only doing this for Amanda's own good, don't worry about it too much."

"No, you are a true genius."

Wendy put down the bag, her expression serious. "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants won in popularity, while V for Vendetta won in status."

This kind of meticulous, step-by-step approach is something even veteran Hollywood producers couldn't do.

Cao Kun ignored Wendy's flattery and said to Amanda, "Are you tired? Go take a shower, and we'll have dinner at home."

Amanda nodded obediently, gave Cao Kun a big kiss on the cheek, and then turned and went upstairs.

Wendy stood in the living room, looking somewhat out of place.

Cao Kun glanced at her and said, "Wendy, you should go back first."

Amanda has been staying with me these past few days to help postpone her upcoming business activities; she needs to rest.

"Okay, Mr. Cao, I'll take care of it right away."

Without saying a word, Wendy turned and left decisively.

After starting the car, Wendy sat in the driver's seat, looked at the majestic villa in the rearview mirror, and let out a long breath.

"I used to think this Asian guy relied on some kind of strange Eastern luck. Now it seems he's manipulating his own destiny."

"Amanda didn't just climb up to a boyfriend, she climbed up to a god."

Inside the villa.

Cao Kun walked into the bedroom, and the sound of running water could already be heard from the bathroom.

He had just sat down on the edge of the bed when Amanda, wrapped in a bath towel, came out.

Her skin, now nourished by magic, is as smooth as the finest silk, with a healthy rosy glow.

"Damn it..."

Amanda walked over and naturally knelt down at Cao Kun's feet, tilting her head back with her azure eyes full of admiration.

"I used to think that as long as I worked hard at acting, I could make it big."

But after meeting you, I realized that choices are a million times more important than effort.

Cao Kun patted her hair: "Hard work is also essential."

If your performance in "V for Vendetta" wasn't good enough, the word-of-mouth wouldn't be so strong.

Your current success is well-deserved.

Amanda shook her head and pressed her face against Cao Kun's knee: "No, without you, no matter how well I performed, I wouldn't have gotten that role."

You changed my life.

She tilted her head back, her eyes gradually turning fiery, and her hands began to explore downwards.

"To repay you, you can do whatever you want tonight."

Night was falling.

An unusual noise came from the bedroom.

Three hours later, Amanda fell into a deep sleep.

As night deepened in Beverly Hills, only Amanda's soft, even breathing could be heard in the bedroom.

Cao Kun put on a bathrobe and pushed open the door to the terrace.

The cold air quickly enveloped Cao Kun.

In his mind, he was calculating the income and expenses for the year.