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

In Hollywood, data is the only language that matters.

With its opening weekend grossing over 40 million, this $50 million film can easily make a profit from its North American box office alone.

With the added boost of the awards season and its global release, this is already a film destined to go down in history.

Marvel headquarters, Avi and Perlmutter's offices.

The table was piled high with newsletters from various cinema chains.

Avi rubbed his swollen eyes, his voice brimming with barely concealed excitement:

"Look at this number, old man."

We don't need to wait and see anymore.

Cao's insight is so sharp it's almost inhuman.

Since he's so optimistic about "Iron Man," then this movie is bound to be a hit.

Permat, no longer displaying his previous stinginess, slammed his hand on the table:

"Notify Jon Fat, speed things up. We need to keep up with Cao's pace."

Compared to the celebrations at the film studios, Cao Kun's villa has become the most secretive power center in Hollywood these past few days.

Anne Hathaway just finished a short appearance for "The Devil Wears Prada".

They had the driver take them directly to Beverly Hills.

As soon as she entered the room, she kicked off her high heels.

She threw herself into Cao Kun's arms, her eyes practically brimming with longing as she looked at him.

"Damn, do you know how many people are asking about you right now?"

Anne grinned from ear to ear: "Several independent studios have even tried to contact me, asking if I would accept bringing my own investment into the production."

Cao Kun held her, his expression calm: "Let them line up."

Meanwhile, Amanda and Jessica, who was in Hawaii working on a project, both sent private videos.

On the screen, Jessica was wearing the invisible female warrior suit she hadn't changed out of yet.

She blew a kiss to the camera, her tone full of coquettishness and fervor:

"Honey, you're amazing. The whole group is talking about your taste."

Now, when I walk on set, the way the director looks at me is completely different.

Megan was even more direct, her voice trembling with tears on the phone: "Damn, I miss you."

"I'm going back to Los Angeles. I don't care what that old lunatic Michael says, I'm going back to celebrate."

Rachel, on the other hand, turned down all the celebratory dinners and spent the rest of the time being extremely tender in the bedroom.

In this world of fame and fortune, success is the best aphrodisiac.

When you succeed, everyone in the world is a good person.

…………

Malibu, Will Smith's mansion.

The waves of the Pacific Ocean outside the window kept crashing against the rocks, just like his mood at that moment.

The study floor was a mess, and a valuable antique porcelain cup was shattered into powder.

Will Smith stared at the photo of Cao Kun's profile on the computer screen, his face so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.

Every additional million dollars in box office revenue for "The Pursuit of Happyness" is like another slap in the face.

"Just luck...it must be just luck."

He whirled around and growled at his agent, James:

"He chose Denzel because Denzel has a solid fanbase! This isn't his achievement!"

…………

Beverly Hills.

Chris projected a virtual screen in front of Cao Kun.

The above is a cocktail party.

At the party, someone asked Will Smith about his opinion on Cao Kun.

Will dismissively stated: "Success once is not uncommon in Hollywood; it's called 'rookie luck.'"

A true producer needs consistent stability.

As far as I know, Cao's next project is Hancock.

An alcoholic, ragged, and repulsive superman?

This script is utterly terrible, completely deviating from the original concept of superheroes...

Aside from making Tom Cruz, that madman, even madder.

I see no possibility of success.

Chris laughed and said, "Master, this video is circulating online now. It seems that Will was secretly filmed at a party."

I posted this message.

Cao Kun laughed and said, "It must be quite lively online right now, right?"

Chris: "Yes, now they've split into two groups."

One group of people think Will is right, and that you were just lucky.

It benefited from Gardner's original work and Denzel's influence.

After all, the original story itself is already wonderful enough.

It is only with Denzel's performance that this story can be told well.

You were just lucky to get the job of a porter.

Cao Kun's smile remained unchanged: "That makes a lot of sense. What about the other group?"

Chris: "Another group of people felt that you could see the potential of this story before everyone else."

They bought the rights in advance and selected a suitable screenwriter and director.

This in itself is an extremely powerful ability.

You possess exceptional talent and vision as a producer.

but……"

Cao Kun: "But what?"

Chris: "But they all didn't think highly of Hancock. They thought Will was right."

"Hancock, a homeless superhero, is really not interesting."

"Haha..." Cao Kun laughed, "It seems that 'Hancock' has become quite popular. Only now can they be discussing it."

Chris: "Yes, the buzz surrounding 'Hancock' has skyrocketed. The film has already received a lot of exposure."

"It's generating buzz even before it's released." Cao Kun said with a broad smile, "Looks like I really should thank Will."

Two days later.

Cao Kun leaned back in his leather swivel chair, holding a theater schedule for "Hancock".

Hancock has completed all production.

Moreover, the release date has been set for July 14th.

On June 28, "Superman Returns" was released.

Half a month is roughly enough time for people to know just how badly this movie flopped.

At this time, the buzz surrounding the movie "Hancock" will definitely be incredibly high.

"Master, Will's video has already surpassed one million views."

Chris floated in mid-air, swirling a virtual wine glass in her hand, her eyes filled with amusement.

Cao Kun casually tossed the report onto the table: "Just a clown, ignore him."

Just then, the cell phone on the table vibrated violently.

An unfamiliar number.

Cao Kun pressed the call button.

"Hello, is this Master Cao?"

A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone, speaking very quickly.

With an unmistakable tremor and a heavy nasal tone, it was clear she had just been crying.

Cao Kun replied calmly, "It's me. Who is it?"

"My name is Monica. My daughter... my daughter is missing."

Cao Kun is no stranger to the task of finding people.

After all, he has indeed contacted quite a few people in the past two years.

Cao Kun: "How long have you been missing? Where did you go missing?"

Monica: "Five days ago, I took her on a trip to Maine, and we passed through a small town called Derry."

It was raining heavily at the time, and I just went into the convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes.

When I came out, the cars parked on the side of the road were empty.

She's only three years old, Master Cao, please, save her!

Cao Kun's eyes flickered slightly, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table.

"Delhi Town?"

The name felt very familiar to him.

"Where are you? Send me your address." Cao Kun hung up the phone.

More than half an hour later, Cao Kun arrived at a detached villa in an affluent neighborhood.

At first glance, this family is clearly well-off.

Cao Kun entered the house and saw the woman who had called.

Upon seeing her appearance, Cao Kun was taken aback.

Earth Flower?