China Entertainment: I have been a director since 05

That night!

Scarlett's room.

Guan Ling took the key and opened the door. Scarlett was already waiting in the bathroom.

"Give me!"

Scarlett appeared calm and composed, as if she already knew Guan Ling would be coming.

"Scarlett Johansson's bathwater...should I take two scoops and auction them off to the NBA?"

Guan Ling glanced at the other person's delicate shoulders and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Scarlett couldn't hold back.

"Although some people said they wanted to drink my bathwater during their interviews, even if it was bathwater, it would still be a reward for them, wouldn't it?"

I don't want to give them a reward.

I just wanted to reward you.

The other person's eyes were full of tenderness. Guan Ling followed her gaze to the side, where there was an Italian lambskin sofa cover. Although Guan Ling could not see the sofa, the sofa cover was indeed as she had said, perfectly fitting the body's curves.

"Are you rewarding me, or am I rewarding you?" Guan Ling smiled.

Scarlett did not answer.

At this moment, after getting out of the bathtub, she took a few steps to Guan Ling, bringing him a fragrance.

Then he sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and his rounded figure pressed against the sofa.

“Guan!” She turned around, her smile dazzlingly bright.

With an undisguised ambition and eagerness, I was so close I could see each individual eyelash.
"Are you in Hollywood this time for casting for a new project?"

Her gaze was somewhat piercing.

She completely ignored her own predicament at that moment.

For example, uprightness and roundness coexist.

Guan Ling still held the key in her hand, which she hadn't had time to put away yet.

From the moment they entered the room, Scarlett maintained the upper hand.

She leaned forward slightly, and her full bust line formed a striking sight in Guan Ling's eyes.

Guan Ling looked her up and down.
Her fingertips, painted with bright red nail polish, moved with an extremely bold and suggestive slowness.

A gentle stroke across the back of Guan Ling's hand holding the keys sent a slight shiver down her spine.

Her voice was low, like a sympathetic whisper, carrying a raw, unfiltered communication:
"You may not know this, but I have a lot of free time recently. After finishing filming 'Captain America: The Winter Soldier,' I don't have any new projects. I've already finished filming my scenes for 'Avengers: Age of Ultron,' so I have about six months of free time."

By the way, when we were filming, I talked to Fan about you, and she said you are the most amazing director in China.

In September, my film "Under the Skin" will premiere at the Venice Film Festival, after which I can join the film crew.

So, Guan, is your promise to me still valid?

Guan Ling was slightly taken aback. In his opinion, Scarlett should have no shortage of roles.

Then it suddenly dawned on me that the film "Her" was originally the one that won Scarlett Johansson the Best Actress award, but because Liu Yifei was pregnant, the role was given to Liu Yifei by Guan Ling.

Perhaps by some twist of fate, Scarlett didn't find any scripts she liked, so she ended up in the Air Force...

“In short, Guan, I need you to keep your promise.” Scarlett smiled and continued, “And for a truly significant role, I’m willing to try anything…”

This includes any form of audition.

She deliberately emphasized the words "any form".

Her eyes sparkled with allure, her gaze fixed intently on Guan Ling, as if assessing prey that was within her grasp.

"As long as... Director, give me this opportunity."

Her fingertips lingered on the inside of Guan Ling's wrist, making subtle circles.

A completely different feeling arose within Scarlett, a feeling of bewilderment mixed with anticipation she had when she first arrived in a foreign land back in China.

Scarlett was more aggressive at this moment, seemingly enjoying the home advantage.

But both feelings possessed an equally deadly allure, intertwining and entwining around Guan Ling.

Previously, Scarlett's languid mystery was like a dark swamp, drawing people in and making them sink deeper.
This time, Scarlett's passion was as intense as the midday sun, scorching her reason.

Guan Ling's gaze lingered for a moment on Scarlett's strikingly beautiful face.
He looked down at the cold brass key in his palm.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips, like mockery, or perhaps a playful sense of complete control.

He didn't respond to Scarlett's hint, but simply withdrew his hand and put the key into his suit pocket without making a sound.

"The key will eventually have to go into the lock."

Guan Ling said something thoughtfully.

“I will inform your agent when the opportunity arises, Ms. Scarlett.”

His voice was calm and expressionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

However, Guan Ling had already reached out and hugged her.

"I feel that your words have a hidden meaning."

Scarlett asked, "What key, lock, or something?"

"Let me tell you a joke. Where I'm from, there are sometimes key duplicators. When someone goes to get a key made, if there's still communication needed, they'll ask, 'Can you make keys? Can you make keys?'"

Scarlett chuckled.

Guan Ling playfully pinched the other person's nose. "If it's a collaboration, you're definitely a good match, but as for the role, I'll have to consider which one I'd give you."

"So today, we're not having an audition."

"We can make keys!"

"uh-huh?"

"Don't do that! This is a capitalist sugar-coated bullet!"

"You will corrupt people!"

"Shut up!"

Then, under the dim light, the two figures slowly merged.

……

Three poles in the sun.

The sunlit gate of the mansion,
Scarlett Johansson stood alone in the courtyard as dusk deepened, a radiant smile lingering on her face, a smile that seemed to echo endlessly.
Then, thinking about what happened last night, she was replaced by a sense of shame and anger, and an even stronger desire to conquer.

She watched Guan Ling leave, a slight stirring in her heart.

Guan Ling was a door in front of her, symbolizing supreme power and resources.

Yesterday, she pursed her bright red lips tightly, just to make sure that door was opened.

Fortunately, the gate seems to have been well taken care of as well.

No matter how hard you try to blow, you can't budge it.

……

Guan Ling occasionally cheated on her boyfriend, but she didn't think much of it.
Capitalism's sugar-coated bullets are quite tempting. Guan Ling stripped Scarlett of her sugar coating and then supplied her with a lot of bullets.

Looking back now, it was quite interesting.

When you're in Hollywood, you naturally seek out light to forge your soul. Yesterday, she must have been the light that Guan Ling stumbled upon, because she truly was light.

And he truly infused her with his soul. He spent another day with Yifei.
In the afternoon, however, I received a call from Xiao Li Zi, asking me to meet with Yi Fei as well.
Guan Ling did not allow him to see Liu Yifei.

Liu Yifei also felt they weren't that familiar with each other, so she politely declined.

evening.

Most of the area fell silent.

The heavy solid wood door to the study was tightly closed, preventing outsiders from peeping in.

Leonardo DiCaprio, the superstar who has long since shed the naivety of "Jack" and whose brows bear the marks of time and a certain stubbornness, is nestled in a large single sofa.

On the low table in front of him, a bottle of top-quality red wine was already half empty.
I swirled the glass, the sound of the ice puck hitting the glass was crisp yet tinged with a hint of irritation.

The deep red liquid swirled in the crystal glass, reflecting the equally crimson blood vessels in his eyes.

There were no small talk, no formalities.

Leonardo tilted his head back and gulped down the rest of the wine in his glass, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, before slamming the empty glass down on the table with a dull thud.

"Guan, I miss you."

He raised his head, and those once captivating blue eyes were now bloodshot.
It burned with an almost obsessive, frenzied flame born from long-suppressed repression and repeated setbacks.

They were firmly pinned to Guan Ling, who remained calm and composed behind the desk.

"You're crazy. If word gets out, how many people will think you've come out of the closet?" Guan Ling scratched his head.

The other person's voice was terribly hoarse, and they said speechlessly, "These past few years, I've had a mental breakdown."

I've made a whole bunch of movies—J. Edgar, Shutter Island, Django Unchained, The Great Gatsby—but they just won't give me that little golden statuette.

Thinking back to when you took two by yourself makes me feel bad.

"It's so painful, Director Guan!"

This guy is really anxious; he's even speaking Chinese in his haste!

He looked at Guan Ling, who was sitting opposite him—a young director from the East who had already stirred up a storm in the global film industry—with a complex expression in his eyes, a mixture of admiration and resentment.

Guan Ling couldn't stop laughing.

Although Leonardo DiCaprio is known for his flamboyant lifestyle, he has the advantage of being a celebrity, so he doesn't dare to go too far.

I was more relaxed in front of Guan Ling this time.

"Guan! Give me a role!"

"I need a role that can completely crush me! Crush me into the dirt! Crush me into powder!"

I want pain! I want to be dirty! I want to be utterly wretched! I want to suffer a fate worse than death!

He abruptly stood up, his hands gripping the edge of the desk, leaning forward like a cornered beast desperate to tear its prey apart, squeezing out each word through clenched teeth.
"I! Want! That! Damn! Golden! Man!"

"I think you should get your brain checked first to see if there's something wrong with it."

Guan Ling couldn't stand the other person's words coming out one by one, especially since it was in English. Damn it! Guan Ling frowned as she listened!
"Ugh!"

After being directly confronted by Guan Ling, Little Li was speechless.

The study was instantly filled with Leonardo's heavy breathing and the strong smell of alcohol.

"Do you know? The Oscar curse has been like a leech, clinging to me for far too long."

Leonardo DiCaprio forced a signature smile, but the weariness and longing in his eyes were hard to hide.

"You always manage to pinpoint the audience's and judges' trigger points. Whether it's the three major European competitions or the Oscars, it's not like me..."

He took a swig of wine with a self-deprecating laugh, his voice lowering.
"Those damn judges, did they etch my name on the 'runner-up list'? Three nominations! Three times! 'The Aviator,' 'Blood Diamond,' 'The Wolf of Wall Street'... "

Isn't it enough that I tore myself apart to show them?

That damn little golden statuette, it's not just a trophy to me, it's... proof of my acting career, it's the finish line!

His fingers tapped unconsciously on the table, revealing his inner anxiety.

Leonardo downed the glass of wine in one gulp, his temper flaring.
Those runners-up, those missed opportunities, and those judges' comments that he was "too idol-like" or "not profound enough" had already pushed him to the edge of a cliff.

He needs a nuclear-level character to shatter all prejudice and destiny.

Guan Ling stood with her back to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, outside which lay the dazzling yet cold night view of Los Angeles.

Only a desk lamp was lit in the study, casting a deep shadow on his sharply defined face.

He listened quietly to Leonardo's roar, his face expressionless, only a hint of understanding and... a cold assessment flashing deep in his eyes.

This is exactly the state he needs—a state where he's driven to the limit by his obsession and is willing to sacrifice everything.

After a few seconds of suffocating silence, Guan Ling moved.

He didn't say anything, but simply opened the bottom drawer of the desk.
He took out a script that wasn't very thick, with a pure black cover and no fancy words.

Without even glancing at it, he flicked his wrist, and the script was tossed over.
With a "snap," it glided precisely across the smooth tabletop and came to a steady stop between Leonardo's hands, which were resting on the edge of the table.

Leonardo's gaze was instantly drawn to the pure black cover.

He grabbed the script as if it were a lifeline.

The cover feels cold to the touch.

The cover features only a few bold and powerful English words: *The Revenant*.

It carries an overwhelming aura of madness and despair:

"The Revenant?"

Leonardo's breath hitched!
It felt like my heart was being gripped tightly by an icy hand!
“Actually, even though you’ve just finished filming The Wolf of Wall Street, you need to forget the glitz and glamour of Wall Street and the sophisticated gentleman’s attire, Leo.”

Guan Ling's voice was calm yet carried an undeniable penetrating power; her gaze was sharp as a hawk's, piercing straight into Leonardo DiCaprio's eyes.
"Want to conquer the Oscars? You need a complete...destruction and rebirth. This script should help you."

Leonardo DiCaprio picked up the script with a hint of doubt, and just as he turned to the title page...

Guan Ling's deep and vivid voice then rang out like a narrator, describing the character who would completely change his destiny.

Leonardo DiCaprio's own gaze was also deeply drawn to it.

"19th century, Rocky Mountains, a frigid land. Your name is Hugh Glass, a fur hunter."

Within the first ten minutes, you'll experience one of the most realistic and brutal bear attacks in film history—not special effects puppets, but close-ups, long takes, and suffocating tearing. The mother bear's claws will rip open your throat, break your bones, and leave you struggling amidst blood, mud, and your own screams. And this is just the beginning.

Guan Ling's fingers slammed heavily on the script.

"This bear is the first bloody step on your way to the Oscars."

"You were critically wounded and on the verge of death. Carrying you would only slow down the team's escape. Your most trusted teammate, Fitzgerald, stayed behind to 'take care' of you for the bounty, but after failing to bury you alive in the freezing cold, he slit the throat of your mixed-race son, Hawke, right in front of you!"
Just because he tried to stop that coward from murdering his father.

And you, your throat ripped apart by the bear, could only watch helplessly, unable to utter a complete roar, only blood and desperate screams escaping your lips…

This overwhelming hatred, witnessing the horrific death of your loved ones yet feeling utterly powerless to stop it, is the fuse that ignites your desire for survival and revenge.

This opening scene alone caused Leonardo to lose his composure instantly!

Guan Ling's voice abruptly stopped. The terrace fell silent, save for the faint distant sounds of city noise.

But at this moment, Leonardo DiCaprio already felt how dramatic the main character of this film was!
His hands gripped the script for "The Revenant" tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He lowered his head, his golden hair obscuring his eyes, but Guan Ling could see that his shoulders were trembling slightly.

It seemed that this script was not paper, but a scorching hot iron, a cold ice, the answer he had been searching for for twenty years.

Time seems to have frozen.

"F**k the easy way..."

"Awesome~"

He imitated Quentin Tarantino, uttering what he considered the strongest sound in Chinese! (End of Chapter)