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"Hi, I'm Susan."

As Sin Yiu-man was deep in thought, a girl came uninvited and sat down opposite him.

Sin Yiu-man looked at the girl, "Oh, Susan, beautiful girl. I'm very sorry, I just want to read right now, not start a romantic encounter."

“Mr. Hepburn, you are very handsome, but I came here to promote myself,” Susan said with a light laugh.

"So, Susan, you're an actress?"

"Yes."

Sin Yiu-man gestured for Susan to stand up. Susan stood up and struck a pose that she thought would showcase her charm. After carefully observing her, Sin Yiu-man gestured for her to turn around.

Then, he asked her to sit down and said, "Susan, you are very beautiful, but I don't see anything special about you. Based on your looks alone, it would be difficult to find a performance opportunity. However, since you recognized me, I will give you a chance to participate in the test."

As he spoke, Sin Yiu-man took out a notebook and asked, "What's your full name?"

"Susan Morrow".

"Is this your legal name?"

“No, my real name is Jacqueline Imore.”

"Oh."

Sin Yiu-man wrote an invitation in his notebook, tore it off, and handed it to Susan. “You can take this to Jorge Guinness. You’ll get a chance to showcase your acting skills. Good luck.”

"Thank you." Susan carefully put the note away.

Sin Yiu-man picked up the book on the table and gave Susan a look.

Susan understood and left immediately.

Sin Yiu-man glanced at her retreating figure and sincerely wished this clever or lucky girl well.

The million-dollar bet made the name "Adam Hepburn" known throughout Hollywood, but not many people had actually seen him. To match the name with his face required either a special stroke of luck or a lot of effort.

Luck and hard work are the two essential conditions for success, and either one deserves a chance.

After sitting in the bookstore for a while, he bought a few books and went to the Indian Motorcycle Dealership on Sunset Boulevard. He bought two Indian Chief motorcycles and placed an order for two Indian Scouts and two Indian Warriors.

Indian is being crushed by Harley and is on the verge of bankruptcy. If you don't buy now, you might not be able to buy a new car in two years.

Xie Zhanran and I each rode a bicycle back to the hotel, where we bumped into Sun Shuying, who was checking in, in the hotel lobby.

"It came earlier than I expected."

"The journey was smooth and didn't take much time."

"Do we need to discuss the work immediately?"

"We can talk tomorrow, it won't make a difference if we spend half a day."

"That's good." Xian Yaowen took Sun Shuying's luggage. "Knowing you were coming, I just bought two Indian Chief motorcycles. Go up, take a shower, change your clothes, and we'll ride to the San Fernando Valley."

“Great!” Sun Shuying said excitedly.

Half an hour later, the two were straddling a motorcycle. One was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and jeans, and the other was wearing a white shirt and jeans with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was tied with a scarf, and he was wearing Ray-Ban sunglasses. He looked pretty cool.

“Go?”

“Go!”

With a twist of the accelerator, the two drove off side by side.

Sun Shuying and Xian Yaowen are both motorcycle enthusiasts. They don't want to ruin their motorcycles. New motorcycles need to be broken in, so the two of them didn't floor the accelerator and didn't go fast.

Facing the wind, Xian Yaowen loudly asked Sun Shuying, "You're flying around everywhere, have you met any men who make your heart flutter?"

"No."

"not a single one?"

"Some people tried to chat me up on the plane, but they only lasted a few words before revealing their true colors. Is my mother anxious for me to get married?"

“Your mother doesn’t have time to worry about you. She found a Tai Chi master in Taipei. You practice Tai Chi in the morning, do eight rounds at noon, and eight rounds in the evening. Your days are very fulfilling.”

Sun Shuying chuckled and said, "If Mom doesn't worry, then you're the one who's worried?"

"Yes, I hope you can find a rich husband. It will be good for you, and it will also be of some use to me."

"So pragmatic?"

“This is inherently a utilitarian world.” Sin Yiu-man raised a hand to catch the wind. “Have you ever thought about traveling around the world on a motorcycle?”

“When I was in Paris, I thought about traveling around Europe. Once I rode my bike to Antwerp, Belgium.”

Why didn't you ride it down?

"You've assigned me a job."

“You can tell me your plan, and I will give you time.” Xian Yaowen raised his hand and made a drumming motion. “I’ll dedicate ‘Born to Wild’ to Ms. Sun Shuying.”

Xian Yaowen, a rock musician, swayed his upper body while Sun Shuying banged on an oil tank as accompaniment.

"Start your engine, hit the highway, and embark on an adventure in our way."

With just one sentence, he hooked up with Sun Shuying, and she raised her hand and waved it like Xian Yaowen.

"Yes, darling, this must come true, to embrace the whole world with love, to fire all the bullets at once, and to make them all explode in mid-air."

I like smoking and lightning, especially the heavy metal-like thunder rushing through the wind, making me feel like I'm going against the wind.

Sun Shuying took out a pack of cigarettes from her jeans pocket, shook one out and put it in her mouth, then took out a Zippo lighter, opened the cap, slid it across her jeans, lit the cigarette, and handed it to Xian Yaowen.

Sin Yiu-man waved his hand and continued his hysterical shouting, "Yes, darling, this must come true, to embrace the whole world with love, to fire all the bullets at once, and to make them all explode in mid-air."

Sun Shuying held the cigarette between her fingers, raised her hand, and waved her upper body.

"Like a wild child, we are born, born so wild, we can climb to the top, I never want to die. Born wild, born so wild!"

"I've never heard of this song."

"That's normal, it hasn't been released to the public yet."

"This seems to be a new way of singing."

"Rock and roll isn't new. People have been performing this style of music for the past two years, and it might become a hit."

"It's a bit noisy and a bit irritating."

"Reason doesn't need to be loud, but the unreasonable must be shouted out. We have our own views on this world, but we are powerless to refute the opinions of our predecessors. There is no other way but to rock and roll. Our attitude is noisy and violent."

Sin Yiu-man whistled a bit of "This Is The Life," then suddenly switched to "Radar Love," a song more suited to their cycling speed.

After he finished humming, Sun Shuying started humming the jazz chanson "Les Feuilles Mortes," and he provided harmonies, while also thinking about acquiring the copyright to the song and adapting it into an English version.

The two of them took turns singing, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the San Fernando Valley.

Thanks to Hollywood, real estate development began in the San Fernando Valley a few years ago. Farms and ranches are few and far between, with only the original names remaining unchanged. The San Fernando Valley Ranch, which used to be a ranch, is now a residential area with villas standing far apart, constructed of stone and concrete, and unusually, of wood.

Without needing to look for a house number, Sin Yiu-man entered the ranch area and spotted a wisp of smoke. He rode over and found a campfire, a barbecue grill, and a few people chatting with beer mugs nearby.

Damn it, he spotted Chaplin right away, which was quite embarrassing. Just a couple of days ago, he brought his "girlfriend" to Chaplin's house to play a swapping game, and maybe something happened between her and Oona. Now he's eyeing his ex-wife. Chaplin would probably be furious and think, "Damn it, you're targeting me, aren't you?"

He glanced at the campfire, then at the house. Since he was already there, he could only gamble that this was Gao Dai's house. He waved and rode over with Sun Shuying.

As he got closer, he recognized the woman Chaplin was talking to as Deborah Cole, an elegant British actress. If she weren't a bit older, if she weren't under contract with another company, and if she weren't already quite famous, she might have been more suitable to play Princess Anna.

He stared at her face for a moment, planning to have a more in-depth conversation the next time he came to Hollywood.

His gaze swept to the side and he saw Oona and Joan Barry. He couldn't help but gasp. Chaplin was quite something, bringing his wife to his ex-wife's party and also bringing his extramarital affair partner from his previous marriage.

Uh, something seems off. Strictly speaking, both Oona and Joan Barry were extramarital affairs, but Oona later became the legal wife, while Joan Barry staged a farce involving a paternity test to secure child support for what was suspected to be Chaplin's illegitimate daughter, and nothing more.

Further to the side, there was no one else. The tone of this party today is quite strange.

The motorcycle was parked to the side, and Sin Yiu-man walked toward Chaplin.

"Hi, Charlie, Una."

"Hi, Adam, Pauline said you'd be coming," Chaplin greeted warmly. "When did you two become so close?"

“I’ve known Baolian for a long time; I grew up watching her movies.” Sin Yiu-man gestured to Sun Shu-ying, “Isabel, my wife’s daughter with her ex-husband, is also my daughter.”

Chaplin greeted Sun Shuying, then gave Xian Yaowen a knowing smile, saying, "You're about the same age."

“Charlie, I’m not from Alabama.”

Alabama is a very magical place where consanguineous marriage is very common, and the blood relations between the couples are sometimes so close as to be outrageous.

"Feel sorry."

“It’s alright.” Xian Yao leaned closer to Chaplin and lowered his voice, “Charlie, what are you doing?”

Chaplin shrugged and said helplessly, "I didn't know that before I came."

"Baolian is behind this?"

"uh-huh."

"What about her?"

"wine cellar."

"I'll go say hello and ask them to take care of Isabel for me."

Sin Yiu-man said something to Sun Shu-ying and walked towards the house. He entered the house in no time and easily found his way into the wine cellar by following the usual architectural layout.

Gao Dai was holding two bottles of red wine, seemingly torn between which one to choose.

Xian Yaowen stepped forward and hugged her from behind. "Given the situation outside, what do you want to do?"

Gao Dai was startled. "Adam, do you walk without making a sound?"

“I did it on purpose.” Xian Yaowen rested his chin on Gao Dai’s small shoulder. “Eating oak-smoked beef brisket is perfect with Zinfandel, and the Sebastiani on your right is quite good.”

"Really? You know about red wine?"

“I have a wine business, a very small business, but I know a little about wine.”

"I'll listen to you." Gao Dai put the red wine in her left hand back on the wine rack, and handed the Zinfandel in her right hand to Xian Yaowen. "You can handle it. I want the best taste."

"OK."

Gao Dai turned around and wrapped her arms around Xian Yaowen's neck. "You weren't with Doris?"

She said she needed to rest, and I said that was perfect, since tonight is Baolian's night.

"Ha!" Gao Dai laughed loudly, "Are you sure you can still do it?"

"Shall we test it?"

"Now?"

"uh-huh."

"No, I've been here for a while now, it's time for me to leave."

"Okay, you still haven't answered my question."

Gao Dai chuckled lightly, "Would you believe me if I said it was just a coincidence?"

Do I look like a fool to you?

“Yes.” Goddard chuckled. “You know, Charlie and I have maintained a good friendship even though we’ve separated. I’ll be leaving Hollywood soon, and I want to do something for him before I do.”

Why is Deborah Cole here too?

"I'm going to London."

"Understood." (End of Chapter)