I'm building Gundams in America

Chapter 494 The Divine Meeting of Technology (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Wayne looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the speaker was a red-haired young man in his twenties with a few freckles on his face, wearing a sequined jacket and rainbow-colored pants.

He was standing at the villa entrance, about to go inside, his eyes full of provocation as he looked at Wayne.

There were other guests nearby, as well as several hot male and female servants, all of whom were attracted by his words and looked at Wayne.

These people were standing together, and from Wayne's perspective, the entries were all overlapping, messy and chaotic, and some were not clear.

He calmly asked the other person, "Who are you?"

Upon hearing Wayne's question, the man's eyes widened suddenly, a venomous glint in them. He shouted, "Bruce Wayne! You—you dare not recognize me!?"

A sense of humiliation at being completely ignored and treated like a clown surged within him, making him so angry that his face instantly turned bright red.

Several celebrities who had come to the party nearby also showed mocking expressions.

The two female guests even covered their mouths and laughed out loud.

The man suddenly stepped forward, standing in front of Wayne, and said, "Without me, you are nothing! Bruce Wayne, it seems the life of a homeless person has damaged your eyesight. Look again, who am I!?"

Paul Sterling — who played the minor character "Stinky Paul" in "Golden Childhood," harbored a long-standing jealousy and resentment towards you due to BonJack's rise to fame. In recent years, he has gained more recognition through supporting roles in streaming series and received an invitation to the Puff Dig party, where he wants to vent his old grudges.

Wayne nodded slightly as he looked at the increasingly clear entries.

Does Xiaoyu hate Liu Xing?

He's clearly not a very magnanimous person.

Paul Sterling, who once played a supporting role to Papa Jack, harbored resentment. After so many years, he finally achieved some success and fame. Upon learning of Papa Jack's decline, he naturally wanted to kick them while they were down.

However, Wayne felt nothing at all towards this clown, not even a sense of being offended.

He casually remarked, "So it was that arrogant Paul."

Upon hearing this, Paul Sterling was so angry his nose almost twisted. This name was his biggest sore spot, and he immediately shouted, "Bruce Wayne! I am Paul Sterling, not some arrogant Paul! You are not allowed to call me that name again!"

Several guests who had been watching the commotion burst into laughter.

Many people recognized Wayne and Paul, after all, they were from a sitcom that was once very popular throughout America, and they wanted to see how the two former child stars would react.

Paul snorted and continued, "Wayne, I heard before that you were bankrupt and homeless, even hanging out with some homeless people, and I felt sorry for you—"

"Although I don't know how you managed to sneak into Mr. Digg's private party, out of consideration for our past collaborations, I was thinking of giving you a hand and introducing you to some celebrities in the industry. After all, Hollywood isn't what it used to be when you were at the peak of your career—"

"Not to mention someone like you, a former child star, it's absolutely impossible for you to make a comeback, just like Nicolas Cage can never be popular again—"

"I didn't expect you to be so dismissive and disrespectful. In that case, don't regret the opportunities you're about to miss."

Paul said with an arrogant expression.

His face still held a condescending, condescending expression, as if he was about to give Wayne a tremendous opportunity, which Wayne did not cherish and thus missed.

In fact, it was his first time at Digg's private party, and he didn't know anyone at the party.

But this is not important.

At this moment, he was filled with pride.

After so many years, he finally had the chance to trample Jack underfoot, and the thrill of that was incomparable.

However, Wayne completely ignored him, treating him as if he were invisible and not even glancing at him.

Paul was filled with resentment and was about to say a few more words.

A long, slender, fair arm emerged from the van next to them, and a curvaceous, blonde woman with a pure yet alluring appearance stepped out of the car, wearing a haute couture evening gown.

Upon seeing the woman, Paul trembled and murmured, "Ah—Ms. Amy—"

The other party was once a top-tier actress, even ranked number one in the 40 most beautiful actresses in IMDb history. Even though her reputation was damaged after that landmark lawsuit, her status in Hollywood was still far superior to that of a nobody like him.

For Paul, who has been completely objectified by Hollywood's values, Amy is someone he can't even reach, someone he doesn't even dare to talk to.

Several guests who were watching nearby also gasped in surprise.

Unexpectedly, it was Aimei who got out of the car.

Even she came to Digg's party.

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Amy, like a queen of the night, walked up to Wayne and took his arm, whispering something in his ear with a somewhat fawning smile.

Wayne said calmly, "Let's go."

As he spoke, he led Amy past Paul and into the villa in front of them.

Almost immediately, several somewhat exaggerated cheers rang out: "Oh, Amy, darling, you've come too—and this one, Mr. Wayne."

"I heard you're making a blockbuster film, with an investment of several hundred million US dollars?"

"My God, Ms. Amy, it is such an honor to meet you. I hope to see your new work soon!"

"This must be—Mr. Bruce Wayne? Oh, BonJack, I remember now—so you two are going to have scenes together?"

Hearing the fawning words coming from inside the villa, Paul's face turned bright red, and his shame, anger, and helplessness reached their peak.

Originally intending to take the opportunity to belittle Wayne, he never expected that he would be the clown himself.

Wayne had already received a new movie project, and he was even acting opposite Amy!

Paul felt dizzy and staggered, almost falling to the ground. He managed to steady himself by grabbing the nanny van next to him.

The guests who had been watching the show at the entrance had already entered the villa. Paul took a deep breath and sheepishly followed them into the villa.

Inside the villa's spacious first-floor living room, amidst the energetic West Coast rap music, a group of guests attending a private party were casually exchanging pleasantries.

Unlike formal cocktail parties, these private parties are much more casual and relaxed.

The bar offers a variety of drinks and snacks, which you can take as you please.

The party hadn't officially started yet, and the guests were mostly chatting, drinking, and getting to know each other.

The arrival of Wayne and Amy immediately attracted a lot of attention.

At this moment, some male guests came over to Amy with their glasses in hand.

"Ms. Amy, oh, it's an honor to meet you here." A fat man wearing glasses smiled broadly, a greedy glint in his eyes. "Let me introduce myself, my name is Jonah, and I'm a channel representative for AMC."

Amy smiled slightly and raised the cup in her hand.

As a large chain of cinemas, AMC wields enormous influence. These cinema chains control screen scheduling, directly impacting the success or failure of a film's box office performance.

Jonah then looked at Wayne, a hint of mockery in his eyes, and said, "Oh, Mr. BonJack, I know you. Welcome back to Hollywood. The air is better here, isn't it?"

"I heard that Mr. Digg has invited a former child star who was once very popular. It looks like it's you—this is really—a good thing."

Just then, another heavily made-up middle-aged woman walked over, looked at Aimei with a smile, and said, "Aimee, my darling, I didn't expect you to come too—"

Amy immediately smiled and hugged the other woman, saying, "Ms. Peggy, hey, Digg's private party is such a wonderful place—"

He then said to Wayne, "This is Peggy, an executive at the Motion Picture Association of America (MPA), and a friend of mine."

The Motion Picture Association of America (MPA) is an industry lobbying group for the six major film studios, responsible for copyright protection and policy lobbying, as well as film rating.

A film is rated G/PG/PG13/R/NC17 before its release, based on its content including violence, sex, nudity, profanity, and drugs.

The higher the rating, the more restrictions there are. Once you are classified as NC17, you will basically be unable to get any screenings, and that's the end of your career.

The middle-aged woman, Peggy, looked at Wayne, squinted her eyes, and smiled, saying, "Oh, Mr. Jack, I just heard about you—I heard that your agent, Mr. Aaron, hanged himself. It's truly—a great pity—"

Clearly, both Jonah and Page saw Wayne as a foil to Amy.

In their view, Wayne, a former child star whose career had long since faded, had virtually no chance of making a comeback and therefore had no value.

Hollywood is never short of fading stars.

There were just too many dazzling shooting stars.

Just then, a few more people walked over, and Peggy quickly introduced Wayne to them in a somewhat flippant tone.

Everyone looked at Wayne, a hint of contempt flashing in their eyes.

In their view, Wayne was clearly Amy's kept man, otherwise he wouldn't have been qualified to return to Hollywood and appear here.

Sensing the disrespect shown to Wayne by the group, Amy couldn't help but show her displeasure. At the same time, she glanced at Wayne with some worry, fearing that her master would be angry.

Fortunately, Wayne remained unmoved, as if these people weren't talking about him at all.

Just then, someone in the distance greeted Amy; it was a middle-aged woman in a black dress.

Amy quickly whispered to Wayne, "Master, it's Delia from the Actors Guild. I need to go and say a few words to her—"

"Go ahead," Wayne said calmly.

Just after Amy hurriedly left, a joyful voice suddenly rang out from the side: "Oh, Mr. Wayne, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Wayne turned his head and saw a young actress with tanned skin smiling at him and extending a hand. "Let me introduce myself, Renee Wood, from the Cult of Technocence."