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

After leaving the New Line Building, Cao Kun got into the car.

He wasn't worried about Monica's acting skills.

Monica's problem isn't acting skills, it's opportunity, and the arrogance and prejudice that she can never break through if she doesn't take off her clothes and make herself look ugly.

The old white male judges in Hollywood have a natural prejudice against these sexy beauties from Europe.

But with capital paving the way, plus the off-field "assistance" of the succubus Chris.

Prejudice can be corrected.

Night falls.

Hilton Hotel, Room 808.

When Cao Kun pushed open the door, Monica was wearing a silk robe and sitting by the window reading a script.

Although she hasn't received any acting offers, she has maintained the habit of reading scripts.

Upon seeing Cao Kun, she immediately put down her script, stood up to greet him, and skillfully took Cao Kun's coat and hung it up.

"Have you eaten? I'll have someone bring your food up."

Monica's voice was gentle, with a homely feel to it.

"No."

Cao Kun walked to the sofa, sat down, and patted the seat next to him: "Sit."

Monica sat down as instructed and leaned against Cao Kun's shoulder.

"Where did you go today?" she asked casually.

"I went to New Line Cinema."

Cao Kun took a script outline out of his pocket and threw it on the coffee table.

"Being a Mother," take a look.

Monica paused for a moment, then picked up the script and flipped through a couple of pages.

"I know about this project, Todd's new film, adapted from Tom Perrotta's novel."

She looked at Cao Kun with some confusion: "What's wrong?"

Cao Kun: "The role of Sarah, the female lead, is yours."

"What?"

Monica's hand trembled, and the script almost fell to the ground.

She sat bolt upright, staring at Cao Kun in disbelief: "Mine?"

But... I heard they've been in contact with Kate Winslet.

Moreover, this is a typical Oscar contender, how could they...?

"Because I invested 2000 million."

Cao Kun said calmly, "I told them that unless your acting is worse than a dog's, this role is definitely yours."

Monica opened her mouth, unable to utter a word for a long time.

She knew all too well what this opportunity meant.

She's been in Hollywood for so many years, and aside from being a decorative figure in "The Matrix" or showing some skin in some B-movies, she's never even come close to winning a mainstream award.

Hollywood only gave her two labels: sexy and pretty face.

And now, the leading role in an Oscar-nominated film has been placed right in front of her.

"This is an award-winning film."

Cao Kun looked into her eyes and said, "As long as you perform well, you will have a place at next year's Oscars."

"I even have a way to make you hold that little golden statuette."

"Oscar..."

Monica's breathing became rapid.

That trophy is the ultimate dream for all actors.

If she could get it, her life would be completely turned around.

She's no longer that flirtatious YDL woman, but a true Hollywood actress.

"Cao..."

Monica's eyes quickly reddened.

Looking at the young man before her, she felt an indescribable surge of emotion.

She originally thought that she had just found a young and strong bed partner and was seeking some sense of security.

Unexpectedly, this man casually waved his hand and gave her what she had been pursuing throughout her entire career.

"Why are you so good to me?"

Monica's voice trembled: "I didn't do anything..."

Cao Kun smiled and said, "I like sensible people, and... I don't like feeling indebted."

Monica suddenly pounced on her.

Instead of being gentle as usual, she kissed Cao Kun with an almost frantic passion.

After a long while, the two parted ways.

Monica knelt on the sofa, cupping Cao Kun's face in her hands, her eyes burning with fire.

"Cao, listen up."

She spoke slowly and deliberately, with utmost solemnity:

"If I could actually win that award..."

You don't even need to win an award, just getting a nomination is enough.

From now on, whatever you ask for, I will fulfill it.

She took Cao Kun's hand and pressed it to her heart.

"I'm not joking."

Whether it's the body or the soul.

From now on, I belong only to you.

Cao Kun felt the intense heartbeat beneath his palm and looked at the resolute look in the eyes of this mature and beautiful woman.

He knew she was serious.

For a woman who has spent half her life navigating the world of fame and fortune, this promise is heavier than gold.

"Remember what you said."

Cao Kun pinched her cheek: "Now, go take a shower."

Monica, her eyes alluring, bit her lip and nodded.

"it is good."

That night, the light in Hilton room 808 stayed on for a long time.

New Line Cinema, conference room.

The producer pushed the contract in front of Monica: "Ms. Bellucci, please sign it."

Monica picked up the pen, her hand trembling slightly.

She took a deep breath and signed her name.

Stepping out of the building, the California sun was a bit too bright.

Monica stood on the steps, holding a copy of the contract, stunned for several seconds.

"I really got it..."

She muttered to herself, then suddenly turned around, grabbed Cao Kun's neck, and kissed him fiercely in front of everyone.

Passersby couldn't help but turn their heads.

Cao Kun patted her waist: "Let's talk in the car."

Back to room 808 at the Hilton Hotel.

As soon as the door closed, Monica tossed her bag and the contract onto the carpet.

She was like a burning fire, instantly enveloping Cao Kun.

Her movements were rough and urgent, with an almost sacrificial madness.

"Cao...I'm yours..."

Monica's voice was broken and her eyes were glazed and feverish.

"You can do whatever you want... you can even kill me..."

three days later.

Monica stood at the door, dragging her suitcase.

Although she was extremely exhausted, her spirits were surprisingly high.

Nourished by the magic, her skin radiated a jade-like glow, making her look ten years younger.

"I'm going to join the production team."

Monica straightened Cao Kun's collar, her eyes filled with reluctance and longing.

"The film crew is in Boston, and I may have to leave for two months."

Cao Kun nodded: "Go ahead, perform well, don't waste this opportunity."

Monica tiptoed and kissed Cao Kun's chin.

"When I come back, I will unlock more... 'skills'."

She whispered something in Cao Kun's ear, then turned and left with firm steps.

After seeing Monica off, Cao Kun returned to his villa in Beverly Hills.

He's ready to start the upgrade.

Upon entering the training room, Cao Kun accessed the system.

Merit points: 55842300

Pennywise the Clown, worth 5000 million merit points.

His cultivation level can actually be upgraded again.

"Cultivation level up!"

A long-lost feeling has returned.

pain.

A tearing pain.

But Cao Kun didn't even flinch.

Compared to the excruciating pain during body tempering, this pain was nothing to him.

I don't know how much time passed.

The roaring sound inside my body gradually subsided.

Cultivation level: Eighth-rank Grand Celestial Master

Merit points: 43042300

"Again!"

Cao Kun gritted his teeth and clicked again.

Cultivation level: Ninth-rank Grand Celestial Master

Merit points: 17442300

The upgrade button for cultivation level has turned gray, indicating that it can no longer be upgraded.

However, upgrading the Body Refining Technique requires 1 million, and it cannot be upgraded further.

However, all of his spells can be upgraded.