My absurd experiences in North America over the years

Li Fu was inexplicably busy because of this series of events. While he was waiting for Paul to submit the acquisition proposal, Robert completed the rewriting of the script and sent it to MGM's office.

"Mr. Li, the script is finished. I've integrated the new character's storyline into the main plot and reorganized it. Her scenes are concentrated in the second and third acts. She has no interaction with the protagonist, Doss, except for some scenes with him, but they correspond to each other. If you have time, you can take a look now."

Robert looked tired, but his eyes still held anticipation and excitement, a testament to the artist's passion for his work.

Li Fu took the complete script and spent three hours carefully reading it from beginning to end in his office.

Robert's acting skills are indeed solid. The newly added head nurse character is quite heroic. She has some overlap with the protagonist Doss's storyline, but not much. It is rare that they can complement each other in terms of plot and perspective.

Doss was saving people on the battlefield, and she was saving people too.

But when the enemy's suicide squad infiltrated and she was forced to pick up a gun, two separate storylines unfolded on the same night.

There wasn't a single unnecessary line of dialogue in that scene.

But it fully reveals the two sides of war.

The script also vividly portrays the cruel, bloody, and insane aspects of Japanese fascism, which is exactly what Li Fu wanted.

On the evening he received the script, he drove to Gadot's apartment again.

He was still driving that Maybach today, which was a bit flashy, but it still served its purpose. At least it was a pass, and the apartment security wouldn't kick him out without reason.

At 6:30 p.m., the streetlights had just come on, and the sky was a dim, yellowish hue, somewhere between day and night.

Li Fu got out of the car, walked to the gate, and patted the gate.

"What are you doing here again?" Gadot opened the door, her tone still not very pleasant, but much better than the previous two days.

She was wearing a loose, off-white sweater, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she was holding a fruit knife with apple peels still stuck to the blade.

"The script is finished. I've come to deliver it," Li Fu waved the copy of the script in his hand, then slipped into the courtyard.

This action seemed to suggest he was afraid Gadot would shut him out.

Gadot glanced down at the stack of papers, but didn't take them immediately. She turned and walked back, her tone still icy, "Come in, and close the door."

The apartment felt more homely than last time. There was a plate of half-cut apples on the coffee table, and next to it was a book that was turned to the middle, which seemed to be about the Pacific War. She was obviously doing her homework in private.

"This script is very well written. You'll definitely like it once you read it," Li Fu said excitedly.

Gadot didn't seem to care that much. She walked to the sofa, sat down, and pushed the fruit plate aside. "Just put it there. I'll look at it when I have time."

"No, you watch it now, and I'll wait until you're done before I leave," Li Fu said firmly.

Gadot glanced up at him, then gave a soft snort. "Are you really in a hurry, or are you just making up some excuse?"

"I'm not in a hurry," Li Fu said, sitting down at the other end of the sofa, becoming more patient. "But I'm free tonight. If you watch it now, I can answer any questions you have on the spot."

"If there's no rush, we can do it another day," Gadot glanced at him. "With you here, I can focus on the script."

"That's easy, I'll wait outside," Li Fu said nonchalantly. He was going out for a smoke anyway; he didn't believe a woman's tantrums would never end.

After saying that, he got up and went outside.

Gadot watched his retreating figure and lightly stomped her foot. This man made her both hate and love him. She said he didn't care about her at all, yet he always showed sincerity and could tolerate her cold violence.

Given his status and position, this is quite remarkable.

Things are different now. What kind of woman can't he find? If he really didn't care about the past, he probably would have already turned against him last time.

However, if she were to give in and back down like this, she would feel that she was being too humble.

This complex psychology left the rising Hollywood star feeling anxious and somewhat at a loss.

Li Fu went outside and lit a cigarette. He didn't think too much about it and felt that it was perfectly normal for Gadot to throw a little tantrum.

Although the two had their own purposes at the time, it would be a lie to say that they didn't develop feelings for each other; only if they did develop feelings would they act this way.

If everything really remains the same, then he should be more cautious.

Gadot opened the script inside the room and read through the parts related to her character in detail.

Although her screen time wasn't extensive, it must be said that the character shared similarities with her own experiences, and the action scenes were quite substantial, making the role almost tailor-made for her.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look outside. The man was smoking outside. Her gaze seemed to travel through time to three years and nine months ago, when he was also smoking outside.

At this moment, the two timelines seemed to overlap.

"If only it were still three years ago," Gadot sighed softly, her eyes filled with deep affection.

Just then, thunder rumbled and a heavy rain began to fall outside.

Li Fu remained unmoved.

Gadot went outside and pulled Li Fu back inside. "Aren't you just standing there like an idiot? Aren't you afraid of getting wet?"

Li Fu's hair was partially wet, and half of his coat was soaked, but he didn't seem to care at all, and there was even a faint smile on his lips.

It's as if it's saying, "So you still care about me after all."

Gadot saw the smile on his lips and glared at him fiercely. "I really shouldn't have bothered with you. You should have just gotten soaked to the bone."

"Have you read the script? What do you think of it?" Li Fu asked as he caught up with him.

"I watched it, and I don't think it's very good," Gadot said, contradicting herself and not admitting it at all, as if she was just being stubborn.

"Not good? Fine then!" Li Fu put away the script. "I'll have the screenwriter revise it now, until you're satisfied."

He said that and turned to leave.

Gadot quickly grabbed him, "You..."

"What's wrong?" Li Fu feigned surprise. "This role was absolutely meant for you. Since you're not satisfied, of course it needs to be changed!"

"No..." Gadot stammered, "Then you should at least ask me what I'm not happy with, right?"

"So what do you think is wrong?" Li Fu looked at him with great interest.

"..."

Gadot stammered and couldn't say anything, then stomped her foot, went straight to the bedroom, and locked the door from the inside.

No matter how much Li Fu knocked on the door, she wouldn't open it.

A moment later, soft sobs could be heard coming from inside.

Clearly, Gadot cried, perhaps because she felt wronged, or perhaps because she felt that Li Fu was clueless and had forced her into silence.

Li Fu knew he had gone a bit too far with his "declaration of determination," and tried to comfort her, but it was no use; Gadot wouldn't open the door for him.

Hearing the crying outside, he panicked and had no choice but to resort to his trump card, claiming he would break down the door.

He could kick the door open with two kicks at most, but once he did, the door would be ruined. Besides, wouldn't that make the situation even more awkward?

"This isn't your home, what right do you have... to come and go as you please, to kick down the door..." Gadot scolded him from inside the house, her voice trembling with sobs.

Li Fu didn't answer for a long time, while thunder continued to rumble outside the window.

Gadot thought he was gone, and she buried her face in her pillow and cried even harder.

To my surprise, the door suddenly clicked open.

It turned out that Li Fu had found two pieces of wire and used the techniques he had learned to open the door.

As a special forces soldier capable of infiltrating behind enemy lines for reconnaissance, how could he not know basic lock-picking skills?

If he weren't so rusty with his skills, locking this kind of non-security door would be a piece of cake.

When Gadot looked up and saw him, she could no longer contain her emotions and threw herself into his arms.

"You bastard..." she cried as she pounded his chest.