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

Permat rubbed his temples and shook his head: "I have mixed feelings right now."

We hope he fails so we can take the opportunity to buy back some copyrights.

But we also hope he succeeds, so that it proves his vision is exceptional.

Our chances of success are also greater.

The two looked at each other and saw the anxiety in each other's eyes.

…………

March 28, Grauman Chinese Theatre.

The streets were already packed with people, with hundreds of security personnel setting up cordons to keep out the frenzied fans and reporters.

This is the world premiere of "The Pursuit of Happyness".

This is also Cao Kun's first real "show of force" as a producer.

A pure black, extended Lincoln slowly came to a stop at the starting point of the red carpet.

The car door opened, and Denzel-HSD was the first to get off.

This Black actor is wearing a dark gray suit today.

His expression was reserved, yet he exuded an aura of authority without being angry.

Immediately afterwards, Cao Kun got off the bus from the other side.

He walked the red carpet alone without any female companions.

Nevertheless, the moment he appeared, the frequency of the flashes from the reporters on both sides instantly increased significantly.

"Master Cao! Look this way!"

"Mr. Cao, what are your box office expectations for your directorial debut?"

"There are rumors that you have close relationships with several female celebrities. Will they be attending tonight?"

Cao Kun remained calm and composed, offering no response to the clamor of questions.

Not far behind him, one after another, nanny vans arrived.

Rachel McAdams, the newly crowned Oscar-winning actress, looked elegant and sophisticated in a dark green gown.

Amanda, with her shimmering blonde hair, exudes youthful energy.

Jessica Alba, in a red dress, is breathtakingly beautiful.

And Anne Hathaway already has a hint of the sharp, commanding presence of a "fashion queen."

These currently popular actresses all appeared at the premiere.

This scene drove the media at the scene completely crazy.

"My God, this is practically a microcosm of the Oscars!"

"That Asian man's influence is terrifying; all these women are after him."

Inside the theater, the air was filled with the aroma of wine and the rustling of hair.

Brad from Paramount, all smiles, weaved through the crowd, constantly introducing Cao Kun to his colleagues.

"This is a great work, guys."

Brad raised his glass, his tone exaggerated, "I bet after tonight, Hollywood will remember the name Cao."

Cao Kun sat on a sofa in the corner, holding a glass of water, coldly observing the noisy scene.

Denzel-HSD walked over and sat down next to him.

"Boss, you don't seem excited," Denzel said in a low voice.

Cao Kun smiled and said, "I'll save my excitement for the box office. Now, I just need to watch the show."

…………

at the same time.

In a private villa in Malibu.

Will Smith was sitting on a large corner sofa with a laptop on his lap.

On the screen, the premiere was being broadcast live.

Will Smith's lips twitched as he watched Cao Kun, surrounded by admirers, looking completely nonchalant.

"Bang!"

He slammed down the whiskey glass in his hand.

"He acted so convincingly."

Will snorted and swiped his fingers across the touchpad, browsing comments on social media.

Agent James sat opposite him, his expression complex: "Will, the reaction from the audience seems to be very good."

Many film critics say this is the pinnacle of Denzel's career.

"Film critics?" Will scoffed. "What do those paid bastards know?"

They just spout nonsense to please the studios.

He turned his head, staring at Cao Kun's face on the screen, his eyes cold:

"The higher he climbs, the harder he'll fall."

…………

Inside the theater, the lights were turned off.

The movie officially began screening.

There are no fancy special effects, and no grand background music.

Only Denzel HSD's weathered face and the man struggling to survive on the streets of San Francisco.

As the plot unfolded, the theater gradually quieted down.

The executives and celebrities who initially approached the situation with a "let's watch the show" attitude gradually put away their nonchalant expressions.

When the camera focused on Chris Gardner, sleeping in a subway toilet with his son, while there was a knocking sound coming from outside...

Denzel braced his back against the door, tears streaming silently down his face, and covered his son's ears.

that moment.

Clear sobs could be heard in the theater.

Amanda and Rachel, sitting in the front row, already had red, swollen eyes from crying.

Even the most hard-hearted producers couldn't help but be moved.

Cao Kun sat in the darkness, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

He could sense that this was more than just a movie.

This is the first deep mark he has left in this world through cultural export.

Two hours later.

The lights came on.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Followed by.

I don't know who stood up first and started clapping.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The applause quickly spread, eventually turning into a deafening roar.

Denzel stood up and bowed deeply in Cao Kun's direction.

Cao Kun nodded slightly and slowly stood up.

he knows.

From this moment on, many people will be disappointed.

…………

midnight.

Will Smith was awakened by a series of urgent phone calls.

He sat up abruptly, grabbed his phone, and saw it was his agent, James, calling.

"Will, something's happened."

James's tone was somber. "The opening day box office figures... are out."

Will's heart skipped a beat: "How much? Was it a disastrous failure?"

James paused for three seconds, then uttered a number in a trembling voice:

"On its first day in North America...it grossed $1450 million."

Due to overwhelmingly positive word-of-mouth, its screening rate is skyrocketing.

Will Smith was struck dumb; his phone slipped from his fingers and landed on the expensive carpet.

1450 million.

This means that the film could easily gross over 4000 million in its opening weekend.

This is already a miracle for a realistic film with a budget of 5000 million.

Will turned his head and looked at himself in the mirror.

He suddenly realized that he looked like a clown.

In late March, the morning air in Los Angeles already carried a hint of heat.

Cao Kun sat in the dining room of the villa, with a copy of Variety magazine that had just been delivered in front of him.

The front page headline, printed in bold, eye-catching font, reads:

"The Pursuit of Happyness raked in $4250 million in its opening weekend, and Denzel HSD is poised for an Oscar nomination next year!"

The subtitle is even more straightforward: "The Oriental Philosopher's Stone: Cao Kun's First Hollywood Debut is a Grand Slam."

The succubus Chris walked over, carrying a cup of coffee.

She traced her finger in the air: "Master, besides the booming sales in North America, pre-sales in overseas markets are also going crazy."

Paramount called several times, wanting to inquire about the subsequent revenue sharing and whether it could be discussed further.

Cao Kun took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "The contract is signed, so let them follow the rules."

This week, every party in Hollywood and every studio tea break was talking about this Chinese-American named Cao Kun.

Denzel-HSD has returned to the center of power.

In an interview with The Hollywood Reporter, he praised her lavishly, saying:

"Cao is the most intuitive producer I've ever met; he understands the character's pain even better than I do."