My absurd experiences in North America over the years

The metropolitan city of Los Angeles is divided into north and south halves by Sunset Boulevard. North of Sunset Boulevard are foothills and hills, where a large number of luxury homes are located.

The world-famous Beverly Hills is located in that area, geographically known as the Santa Monica Mountains.

Surrounding this world-famous hill lies the largest affluent community in downtown Los Angeles, where the most luxurious homes are priced exorbitantly.

If I can get a place to stay, I might become neighbors with Jackie Chan, Shaquille O'Neal, David Beckham, and others. On my daily outings, I might even run into the Hilton sisters, Nicole Kidman, and other great beauties.

Of course, there are differences between wealthy neighborhoods.

Some hilly areas are not considered top-tier luxury destinations; these are often the residences of executives from large companies and second- or third-tier celebrities.

The affluent neighborhood has always sought tranquility, and as evening falls, it stands in stark contrast to the bustling city center, far removed from the noise and hustle and bustle, a picture of serenity.

Li Fu parked the car on the side of the road, turned off the engine, and instead of getting out of the car immediately, lit a cigarette in the driver's seat.

The streetlights on both sides of the street cast even light on the dark pavement, outlining the buildings on both sides clearly and subtly.

The apartment buildings outside the car window were no different from what he remembered: white exterior walls, floor-to-ceiling windows on each floor, typical of high-end apartments in Los Angeles.

It may not be considered a luxury house, but the location is good, and it's not something that the average middle-class person can afford.

Today, he revisited this place not for personal feelings, or at least not entirely; he had to convince Gal Gadot to star in the movie Hacksaw Ridge, otherwise everything he had done before would be in vain.

Of course, he could look for other Jewish actresses, but they might not be as suitable as Gadot.

Gal Gadot's romantic scenes are currently a mess, but her action scenes are quite good, and her image is very suitable for a warrior or female soldier.

Wonder Woman's later success was largely due to her appearance.

Li Fu really doesn't have a better choice than her for the time being.

He finished his last cigarette, got out of the car, and looked towards the entrance of Gadot's apartment building. She lived on the first floor with a small courtyard.

Such courtyards are relatively rare in high-end apartments that emphasize public spaces; they are a scarce selling point rather than a standard feature, which is why he could recognize them at a glance.

The lights in the courtyard are on, so there must be someone there.

If she has already moved out, that window should be dark right now. Of course, it's also possible that someone he doesn't know is living inside now.

Li Fu walked up the steps. The apartment building security guards had actually noticed him long ago, but because he was driving a prestigious Maybach, dressed in high-end clothing, and exuded the aura of a big shot, they didn't dare to ask him anything.

He walked to the gate, raised his hand and knocked. There was silence inside for two or three seconds, then footsteps could be heard.

Li Fu could see through the crack in the door that Gadot was wearing loose house pants and a white coat, her hair was fluffy and casually draped over her shoulders, as if she had just washed it.

Who is it?

A familiar voice came, but... everything had changed.

"It's me," Li Fu replied as calmly as possible.

Gadot's hand, which was outstretched to open the door, froze mid-air. She held it back for a couple of seconds before asking, "What are you doing here?"

She didn't open the door, seemingly not wanting him to come in.

"I think we should talk," Li Fu said with some regret. If he had been the one to contact her today, things might be much better now.

At the time, he thought he would handle things officially and that no one would say anything, but little did he know that his plan would backfire.

"What do you want to talk about? Say it here!" Gadot crossed her arms and looked at him coldly.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Li Fu glanced at the security guard in the distance.

The other party probably thought he was some kind of wealthy fan who was harassing their homeowners and was approaching this area.

It's understandable that the security guard thinks this way. At this point in time, Gadot has already starred in several movies, and Cole has indirectly helped her find resources. Although the results were not great, she has gradually gained recognition.

The previous year, Gal Gadot starred in the world-renowned franchise "Fast & Furious 4," establishing herself in Hollywood and becoming a relatively well-known newcomer.

She is also a supermodel, known for her stunning looks, so it's not surprising that fans come here.

If Li Fu hadn't been driving a luxury car and hadn't acted like someone who wasn't an ordinary person, they would have arrived long ago.

"There's nothing wrong with that. If you have something to say, just say it. If not, then I'm sorry, I'm very busy and won't keep you company," Gadot said in a very cold tone, completely unaware that the security guards were approaching from outside.

Li Fu was just wondering how to break the deadlock when he saw the security guard getting closer. He immediately raised his voice and deliberately acted agitated, "Do you have to be so heartless? What do you mean...?"

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The security guard, holding a baton, began loudly questioning people from a distance of about ten steps, his attitude already somewhat unfriendly.

Gadot's refusal to open the door, coupled with Li Fu's agitated state, led them to further conclude that Li Fu might be a fanatical idol worshipper.

However, this fan seemed to be quite wealthy, and they were relatively restrained.

"What's it to you?" Li Fu asked impatiently. "Go do what you're supposed to do."

He wanted to provoke the security guards; if Gadot still refused to open the door, it would mean their friendship was over and there was nothing more to say.

Gadot clearly noticed the security guards had arrived, and if a conflict broke out between the two sides, it would likely be difficult to resolve.

"Alright, you can go in now!" She opened the door, pushed Li Fu inside, and then turned to apologize to the security guards, "Sorry to bother you, this is a friend of mine."

Li Fu achieved his goal, and his feigned anger transformed into a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I didn't realize you'd become so arrogant since you became such a big shot," Gadot said, closing the gate and giving them a cold look. "Didn't you also work in security? Why are you taking your anger out on them?"

"Now, put yourself in my shoes. I'm here to see my... friend, but this friend won't open the door. The security guards think I'm a fan harassing someone and are about to kick me out. How do you think I should talk to them?"

Li Fu looked completely innocent.

Gadot leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, her gaze on him filled with a unique scrutiny. "Don't you know why I didn't open the door? It would have been pointless for me to let you in."

In her view, when Li Fu disappeared completely without a trace, she often woke up from nightmares during the period immediately after his disappearance, worried that something might have happened to him.

However, by the time Li Fu was heard from again, he had already made it onto the Wall Street Journal as a top trader who had created miracles in the financial field and a collaborator with the Forrest family.

Three years have passed in a flash, and now he stands before me, even more remarkable, already a major figure of great importance in the financial and entertainment circles.

Is it possible to have no resentment?