My absurd experiences in North America over the years

"Unspoken rules?" Gadot seemed to have heard an extremely absurd joke; the gentle smile that had appeared on her lips because of the delicious food instantly froze and disappeared.

She didn't react immediately. Instead, she slowly picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip, her movements as elegant as if she were tasting red wine in a fine restaurant.

However, when the bottom of the glass fell back onto the table, it made a loud thud that seemed completely out of place with its elegance.

"Li..." She looked directly into Li Fu's eyes, a storm brewing in her azure pupils. "Are you questioning my professional ethics, or are you implying that my current situation requires such means to change?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but each word struck the ground like an ice bead, crisp and cold.

Li Fu, however, remained calm and unhurried.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the table in a steady rhythm, as if it could soothe any restlessness.

"Don't get excited. I'm just discussing a phenomenon. You and I both know that Hollywood is less of a dream factory and more of a prestigious arena of fame and fortune. It's never short of beautiful women or talented actors, but resources are always scarce..."

His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather. "In a place like this, the unspoken rules are almost common knowledge. I'm just curious, as an outsider, what is your acceptance of these rules or what are your thoughts on them?"

His explanation was calm and objective, without a hint of offense, but that backfired.

Gal Gadot was even more annoyed.

Because of Li Fu's detached demeanor when he said those things, she felt like a specimen being observed under a microscope.

Gadot stood up, crossed her arms, and her 178cm height, combined with her perfect physique sculpted through years of fitness training, made her look imposing at that moment.

She looked down at Li Fu and said, "I admit that the phenomenon you described exists, and may even be quite common, but I came to Los Angeles because I wanted to realize my dreams through my own abilities and hard work. If this path doesn't work out..."

She hesitated for a moment, then continued, "I can easily continue being a model; that would be enough for me to live comfortably."

She stated firmly that she did not need to sell her body to obtain anything that did not belong to her.

These words were straightforward and firm, carrying an undeniable pride.

Li Fu listened attentively, then nodded slightly without saying anything more.

He knew that at that moment, she might really be thinking that way—young and confident, full of hope for the future and a spirit of never giving up.

But after struggling in this cutthroat world of fame and fortune for so long, won't people's thoughts change?

Who can say for sure?

He has seen too many people who made grand promises, only to end up becoming the very thing he once hated most.

Li Fu's probing yielded no results.

After this conversation, the atmosphere between the two became noticeably more delicate.

Although they spent most of their time under the same roof, Gadot's attitude towards Li Fu became much colder.

We used to chat occasionally during our evening walks, but now she almost never initiates conversations except for necessary schedule notifications.

Li Fu was happy to have some free time; he was there to investigate clues, not to have a team-building activity.

He simply fulfilled his duties as a bodyguard silently, guarding her like an invisible man.

He spends most of his time in his room, monitoring everything happening in the outside world through his computer.

Life went on uneventfully until the second month arrived, when their relationship finally thawed.

The reason for breaking the ice is ridiculous: with the help of his healthy meals, Gal Gadot not only maintained her perfect figure, but also satisfied her appetite.

She never wanted to eat those vegetable salads again.

But Li Fu suddenly stopped doing her part these past two days.

Gadot could only try to repair the previous "cracks," and even complained about why Li Fu couldn't give in to her a little.

Li Fu couldn't help but want to laugh.

Everyone is experiencing life for the first time, so why should he have to give way?

Gal Gadot was helpless about this.

Li Fu's "immunity" to beauty, to some extent, aroused her competitive spirit.

She began frequently asking Li Fu to "work overtime".

Besides taking evening walks, I sometimes play tennis.

Li Fu's working hours often exceed twelve hours.

This reminded him of the days in his previous life when he worked like a beast of burden, 996.

Finally, this situation subsided somewhat after Gadot received an audition invitation.

She was going to audition for a mid-budget film.

This is a pretty good opportunity for newcomers.

As usual, Li Fu drove her to the film set and then stayed in the car to watch over her.

About an hour later, Gadot walked briskly out of the studio.

She walked quickly, her high heels clicking rapidly and haphazardly on the concrete, her face devoid of its usual composure.

Instead, he felt an overwhelming anger and humiliation, and his eyes were slightly red, as if he had suffered some injustice.

Li Fu immediately got out of the car and went to greet him.

But he was very tactful and didn't ask any questions. He simply opened the passenger door and waited quietly.

When Gadot saw him, her anger intensified, but she didn't react immediately. She just bit her lip, got into the car without saying a word, and slammed the door shut.

The entire car body swayed slightly due to this movement.

Li started the car again and waited quietly without saying a word.

The air pressure inside the carriage was so low it was suffocating; the only sound was a faint hissing from the air conditioning vents.

After the car had driven some distance, Gadot finally couldn't hold back anymore.

She abruptly ripped off her sunglasses and slammed them hard onto the watch face, the force causing the frame to crack in two with a dull thud.

"What's wrong?" Li Fu asked calmly, his gaze fixed ahead, his tone devoid of much emotion.

"That producer... he's a complete bastard! What's going on in these people's heads?" Gadot's chest heaved violently, clearly furious.

She turned her head to look at the fleeting street scene outside the window, her voice filled with grievance and anger.

The other party seemed not to care at all whether her acting style matched the role, only whether she could satisfy his disgusting desires.

It turned out that during the audition, the middle-aged, overweight producer was noncommittal about her performance. Instead, he began to use some explicit language to suggest that if she wanted the role, she could consider some off-screen communication.

For example, having dinner together to discuss the script, or attending a banquet on his private yacht.

Gadot refused on the spot, which enraged him. He not only insulted her but also said that she would have no future in Hollywood unless she learned to be "sensible".

There's a lot to consider when it comes to being sensible.

Li Fu remained calm. Hollywood is a much deeper place than the Chinese entertainment industry, or rather, many of the tricks used in the Chinese entertainment industry were learned from Hollywood or Hong Kong.

That's like comparing a small fry to a big fish.

"I really didn't expect it to be even worse than I imagined," Gadot said indignantly, tears finally streaming down her face from her frustration.

In her eyes at that moment, these so-called industry bigwigs were more despicable than any scoundrel!

Li Fu didn't say anything more to comfort her, but simply handed her a tissue, his eyes becoming deep and thoughtful.

He didn't ask who the producer was; that was easy to find out. What he was curious about was the other person's background, since Gadot was Jewish.

What seemed like an ordinary audition turned into such blatant harassment.

In any case, this was the opportunity he had been waiting for, and now someone had finally set their sights on Gadot.

He must investigate whether it's related to the White Party.

Back at the apartment, Li Fu took advantage of Gadot locking herself in her room and sulking, and immediately turned on his laptop.

He first focused on the film project that Gadot auditioned for this afternoon.

The project was small and there was limited public information, but he quickly found the production company responsible for casting and then dug deeper into the company's equity structure and cash flow.

A name surfaced.

Mark Feldman.

That's the producer's name.

This person has been in Hollywood for over a decade, making a few lukewarm B-movies. His reputation is neither particularly good nor bad; he's a typical mid-level Hollywood figure who, thanks to his cleverness and connections, has managed to thrive.

However, given his qualifications, he might not dare to so blatantly harass Gadot!

Li Fu was puzzled by this.

It's important to understand that the US is not just generally pro-Israel.

The word "Israel" is politically correct to some extent in North America, unless the other party is also Jewish.

So he continued to delve deeper into Mark Feldman's background.

He discovered that the project's funding source was relatively singular, with a single major investor behind it.

The actual controller of this investor is a very powerful and wealthy man—David Bloom.

Mr. Bloom is ostensibly a philanthropist who frequently donates to the Jewish community, and he is also a board member of a famous film academy with extensive connections in the industry.

He doesn't invest in many films, but each one is perfectly timed and generally performs well at the box office.

This explains why, in some circles, infighting and exploitation can be even more blatant.

For a financial tycoon like Bloom, manipulating a small producer or actor is a piece of cake.

Perhaps Mark Feldman's actions were tacitly approved, or even hinted at.

Following the background of this Jewish financier, Li Fu dug deeper and discovered that Bloom's business empire was extensive, involving real estate, finance, and film investment.

Everything seemed normal; his public resume was flawless, a perfect example of the American Dream.

Of course, Li Fu knew that was not the case.

Eight out of ten of these wealthy, elite individuals are not exactly clean behind the scenes.

In the following days, Li Fu expanded his investigation to include David Bloom's private social circle and some unknown overseas activities.

Finally, a long-buried clue surfaced.

In a highly encrypted underground social network log, Li Fu discovered a startling piece of information.

Three years ago, this seemingly respectable Jewish tycoon was invited to a "White Party" held in the Hamptons, New York.

That makes sense.

The famous annual lavish party hosted by rap mogul, songwriter, and business elite Sean Combs (Diddy) is known for requiring all guests to wear white.

It has always symbolized top-level fame, wealth, and connections.

It is renowned on both the East and West coasts.

Li Fu frowned as he looked at the photo on the screen of David Bloom, dressed in a white suit, chatting and laughing with various celebrities at a party.

It's not surprising that a traditional Jewish tycoon would be at Didi's "white party".

Because he knew exactly what the second half of the White Party was like.

He wanted to dig deeper, but there was no direct evidence of a crime, not even a single clue related to the White Party.

Of course, it wasn't all without gains.

He discovered that David Bloom's social circle was far more complex than he had imagined; he not only had connections with traditional Hollywood elites, but also with some nouveau riche who had been embroiled in scandals in recent years.

Li Fu frowned slightly.

The top floors in the US are absolutely rotten.

If Bloom is indeed involved with those circles that operate on the fringes of the law, then his covetousness for Gadot is probably more than just a simple "unspoken rule."

There may be a deeper darkness hidden behind this.

He recalled a major anonymous letter scandal from his past life, in which someone anonymously accused Gal Gadot of indifferent handling of her friend's sexual assault case.

The story is that the person in question was introduced to a couple (Yaniv and Ayala) by Gadot.

One night later, she was drugged and raped by Yaniv. Afterwards, she sought help from Gadot, but instead of comforting her, Gadot accused her of ruining her friend's relationship.

They locked her in the room and forced her to write an apology letter.

Li Fu felt that this matter might not be false, and that things might be far more complicated than he had imagined.

If Gal Gadot was indeed caught up in that vortex, then what she is facing now may not just be harassment from a producer, but a threat from a vast network.

Sometimes you can't afford to offend them, so you have to back down temporarily.

Of course, it's also possible that she is just that selfish.

Li closed the computer and rubbed his temples.

He felt he was getting closer to the truth, but the darkness of that truth far exceeded his imagination.

Gadot hadn't left the house for the past few days. He glanced at the closed door and pondered what to do next.

David Bloom, he remembered that name.

On the other hand, since Maxim magazine published Gadot's sexy photos, the online and real-world controversy has not subsided. With this latest incident, the pressure Gadot is under is unimaginable.

Under this pressure, her way of trying to regulate herself was to practice yoga.

Li Fu wasn't very interested in yoga.

In particular, some schools of yoga, such as Tantric yoga, actually regard yoga as a practice of dual cultivation.

For this reason, some heretical sects have directly abused yoga as an excuse for sexual exploitation, forcing female practitioners to become victims or brainwashed into voluntary sacrifice.

However, mainstream yoga is actually abstinent.

Hinduism seeks "union with Brahman," controlling the mind to achieve liberation.

Gal Gadot may practice yoga in pursuit of inner peace.

Li Fu didn't care at all what she practiced, even if it was the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics.

However, to be honest, the design of yoga pants is really... hard to describe. The overly tight design often makes certain features very obvious.

And some yoga poses... are undeniably alluring.

If someone has a terrible figure and isn't good-looking, then it doesn't matter.

However, it must have been torture for a top beauty like Gal Gadot to practice yoga in front of him while wearing yoga clothes.