Actor: Thank you.

After a big meal, Zhang Yuan waved to pay the bill.

"A 20% tip and a 15% service charge?" He glanced at the bill and looked at the restaurant manager.

Reluctantly, he took out his card.

He believed that if North America needed a proletarian revolution, it should start with a culture of tipping.

“Zhang, don’t you have tips in your country?” Cage asked, noticing his reaction.

They can spend $2000 on a meal without batting an eye, but when they see a tip, they act like they're about to "revolt."

"Tips and service charges are expected, but they are not mandatory." Zhang Yuan raised his glass, gesturing for everyone to finish their drinks.

"I just don't understand why they don't just cancel tips and directly increase the staff's wages."

“Tips can increase the enthusiasm of service staff and allow guests to enjoy better service,” Cage’s Korean wife immediately chimed in.

She actually worked as a service worker.

Only by getting close to Cage can one achieve upward social mobility.

"If the salary is already high enough, why would you need additional compensation to incentivize you?"

"Essentially, this is the bourgeoisie shifting the contradictions."

"Transform class contradictions into internal class contradictions through tipping culture."

"Zhang, are you a Commi?" Brother Hugh asked cautiously.

Zhang Yuan glanced at him.

Britain produces the most Red spies, and yet you still act like this.

There's a joke that the KGB's London office was MI5.

The most ridiculous thing is that this is not a joke.

“No, I’m not.” Zhang Yuan spread his hands: “My knowledge and abilities are not enough to qualify me as a true communist.”

The remaining people all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard his negative answer.

Since Roosevelt, the entire North American anti-communist movement has been on high alert, after all, Roosevelt was known as a communist.

“We simply have different cultures. Fundamentally, we are all human beings, without any difference.” Zhang Yuan’s gaze swept over everyone present.

"It's a pleasure to meet everyone, and I hope to have the opportunity to collaborate in the future."

After giving his final toast, he finished his red wine.

"By the way, there's one more thing."

Are any of you interested in racing?

"The new F1 season is about to begin. If you're interested, we can go together."

"You can get VIP tickets?" Cage was interested, after all, he had hundreds of cars in his collection.

“No, I can’t get the tickets,” Zhang Yuan replied honestly, looking at him.

I've never used a ticket.

“However, I can get some inside passes.” Zhang Yuan flashed a standard successful man’s smile.

"In his capacity as a shareholder of the Mercedes-Benz racing team."

"What?" The group was extremely surprised.

Zhang Yuan: That feels great.

He deliberately didn't mention it during dinner, and kept talking about acting and plays, in order to focus his energy on getting Cage on his side.

This is also for the purpose of advancing step by step.

Let me first demonstrate my personal charm before we get to this matter.

The experience of saying I'm a team shareholder first and then showcasing my personal charm will be completely different from the experience of saying I'm a team shareholder first and then showcasing my personal charm.

Just like dating, if a girl likes a boy first and then finds out that his family is a billionaire, that's an extra surprise.

If you find out first that his family is billionaires, and then fall in love with him, not only is your motive impure, but you also have to constantly remind yourself to endure it for the sake of money.

I cannot let my career surpass myself.

I am first and foremost myself, and only then am I a shareholder of the racing team.

Owners of such high-end sports projects are very popular in Europe and America.

Culture and sports are inseparable, especially commercial sports and the entertainment industry, which are essentially one and the same.

Many North American actresses marry sports stars, especially those from the NBA and NFL.

In the European region, they look for more football stars.

This is mainly because sports stars have high incomes and high media exposure.

In addition, most sports stars are physically strong but not very bright, making them much easier to fool than business elites.

Just like in China, female celebrities are happy to date nouveau riche men because they are straightforward.

Finding a lawyer is troublesome for financial tycoons; they're much smarter than you and won't let you rip them off.

They might even skin you alive.

“I invested in the team a few years ago, so I get invited to the start and end of the races.”

“But I don’t have many friends overseas, and I don’t have a partner to accompany me.” He said this while looking at Teacher Xiaobai.

It's actually not small, and it's quite white, just a little bit smaller than Big White.

What's more, Olsen is quite clever in that she doesn't get plastic surgery or tattoos, which is rare among Western celebrities.

Kim Kardashian, the most famous member of the Kardashian family in North America, said this when asked about her opinion on tattoos.

Would you put cartoon stickers on a luxury car?

It hit the nail on the head and got to the heart of the problem.

Do Rolls-Royces have Hello Kitty stickers?

Do Maybach cars have Doraemon stickers?

It will lose its value if you put a sticker on it.

The same goes for people.

However, almost every member of the Kardashian family who said this has tattoos, including Kim herself, though she cleverly placed them on the inside of her lower lip, where they are not usually visible.

Before marrying Kanye West, this person had been with a sports star; that's the norm in Europe and America.

In Europe and America, having too many tattoos, especially on female celebrities, can affect their ability to secure luxury brand endorsements.

Anne Hathaway, Nicole Kidman, and Charlize Theron, common spokespeople for high-end brands, do not have large tattoos.

Zhang Yuan also doesn't really like girls with tattoos.

If I treated you like a good girl even though you didn't get a tattoo, and I still treated you like a good girl even though you got a tattoo, then you got the tattoo for nothing.

I never sell pork with a stamp on it.

"So, are you all interested?"

"You can spend a pleasant weekend with me in Bahrain."

"Enjoy the exotic atmosphere."

"Please rest assured, as the host of the convoy, I will treat everyone to a meal."

Why not go? How could anyone refuse?

They all expressed their agreement.

"And you?" Zhang Yuan asked, looking at the North American newbie teacher.

"I've never driven a race car, nor have I ever watched one."

"There's a first time for everything; there's no need to delve too deeply."

"Just like tonight, let's have a superficial understanding and enjoy the pleasure it brings."

"Hehehe... Alright then." She agreed with a smile.

"You can also bring your partner, or a small number of close friends."

"I can take you into the garage during the game, but there are limited spots available."

"Can I bring my girlfriend?" asked Hugh Jackman, the man Mads Mikkelsen loved most.

His girlfriend, who later became his wife, was the beautiful blonde, blue-eyed female lead in the American TV series "Homeland".

"no problem."

"And you?" Zhang Yuan asked Teacher Xiaobai.

Recalling the subtle change in her expression not long ago, he chuckled to himself and asked.

"How about we invite your brothers and sisters along?"

Olsen's lips drooped slightly again, then he shook his head with a smile: "They're very busy."

"I don't think they'll have time; I'll go alone." *Snap!*
He clapped his hands.

"OK, once we're ready, let's set off together."

After leaving the restaurant, Cage pulled him aside to discuss in detail Zhang Yimou's new film.

“Nikola, although I don’t like the tipping culture in North America, I do appreciate the gentlemanly culture in the West.”

"What I should do now is to get Miss Olsen back to her residence safely."

“Oh…” Cage understood immediately.

You little rascal... you said you invited me over for dinner and a chat, but actually you were just trying to pick up girls.

“Yes, that’s how we should do it.” My brother gave him a knowing look.

"No need," Teacher Xiaobai politely declined.

"Please let me fulfill my responsibilities as a man."

He spoke to the other party with an extremely sincere gaze and a slightly forceful, unquestionable tone.

The measure is important; it should be gentle yet forceful.

“Okay, thanks.” The other person got into the back seat of the Mercedes S-Class he had rented in Hollywood.

"So, how did you achieve so much at such a young age?" the other person asked softly as they walked along, clutching a small bag.

From the other person's posture—legs together, flat, a relatively serious demeanor, and the way they sat close to the car door—Zhang Yuan could tell that the other person was quite cautious and somewhat wary.

He didn't get too close, leaving the other person a safe distance.

"Actually, I'm cheating," Zhang Yuan said honestly. "I'm someone chosen by God."

"Haha, just kidding."

"I have no one to rely on; I have accumulated capital in the Chinese film and television industry little by little on my own."

"Using film and advertising fees to obtain investment qualifications."

"It took a long time, some correct actions, and enough luck to barely achieve everything I have today."

The tune of "Fourth Master's Little Tune" automatically rang in Zhang Yuan's ears.

This life is too long, yet it seems to end at the edge of the world. Who still remembers the season when pear blossoms were like snow?

My heart is not a stone that cannot be moved, my heart is not a mat that cannot be rolled up...

That's the kind of man I am.

Zhang Yuan stared straight ahead, and Teacher Xiaobai noticed that although this Chinese man looked young, the look in his eyes was somewhat deep and weathered.

Based on the conversation during the meal, she could sense that this person was quite different from the white men of her age she usually encountered.

Those people only talk about sports, games, drinking, and which nightclubs they go to.

But this person has a vision far beyond that of his peers.

She was actually somewhat interested, but the time she spent with her was too short.

Zhang Yuan snapped out of his daze and looked at her again.

“My experience is similar to that of your two famous sisters.”

Teacher Xiaobai pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

"That's very difficult."

The two chatted casually, and Zhang Yuan asked about her experiences.

Her two older sisters are quite remarkable.

What's even more remarkable is that after the two older sisters became famous, they brought their underage daughter onto TV shows.

But she wasn't forced to become the next version of herself.

Instead, they sent her to school.

This person started playing volleyball in junior high school and could have gotten into an Ivy League school based on that skill.

She has a good figure because she is good at sports.

But ultimately, because of his childhood experiences, he preferred performing, went to college in New York, and also spent a year as an exchange student in Moscow.

So when asked about "Kammi" at the restaurant, she didn't react much.

They've been to the Comintern stronghold, and they speak some Russian.

Later, when she played Scarlet Witch, she deliberately spoke with an accent, which was actually a Russian accent.

Her two older sisters paved the way for her while respecting her personal choices.

Because she was educated, she wasn't the typical loud, boisterous, white, bitchy cheerleader common in Europe and America; instead, she was relatively quiet.

Hearing that the other person started from scratch just like his two older sisters, he felt a sense of familiarity and closeness.

It's that inexplicable feeling of liking someone, like meeting a fellow enthusiast of a niche game.

But when Zhang Yuan mentioned her two incredibly famous older sisters again, a hint of dissatisfaction crept into a corner of her heart.

Zhang Yuan observed all of this out of the corner of his eye.

We arrived at our destination quickly and the vehicle came to a stop.

"Don't move." Zhang Yuan unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, walked around to her side of the car, and opened the door himself.

"Thank you, you are very gentlemanly."

Zhang Yuan reached out and helped her out of the car.

He then climbed a few steps and stopped at the hotel entrance.

"Okay, I'll leave you here."

Have a pleasant evening.

"And I wish us all a pleasant weekend."

"Definitely. Also, I really liked your look in 'G.I. Joe.' Your movements were amazing and unbelievable," the other person praised, and was very specific.

"Thank you." He smiled and expressed his gratitude before saying, "Пока."

He said goodbye in Russian.

I learned it while watching a movie.

Teacher Xiaobai was quite pleased, not expecting him to know this, and replied in Russian.

“Довстречи”.

Both were goodbyes, but she used more formal language.

Zhang Yuan nodded in response, then turned and left, returning to his car.

The other party breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't suggest going upstairs for a drink or anything like that, which was an implicit request.

On the contrary, simply sending her back put her at ease.

After all, she's a film investor; she's been in Hollywood since she was a child, so she knows all too well these tricks of the trade.

He left decisively, which left a good impression.

It's not just a good impression; from the moment we started eating until now, the impression has been perfect.

After the vehicle started, he glanced back through the window.

They stayed at the Hilton, which was considered low-class given their family's wealth.

Therefore, she should earn her own money and spend it as she pleases. She's not very famous yet, so she doesn't live extravagantly.

"Brother Zhang Yuan, do you like that woman from earlier?" the assistant asked, turning his head.

"what happened?"

"You're so good to her." Zhao Dandan tilted her head and thought for a moment, "She's alright looking, though."

"I'm nice to her because she's useful," Zhang Yuan said, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

Back at the hotel, he took off the suit that had been stretched out for most of the day.

I must say, the steak and seafood I ate today was American cuisine, which is indeed not as refined as French food, but at least it was enough to fill me up.

After taking a shower, I stretched and relaxed in the living room while turning on the TV.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned on the computer, I saw a piece of good news being broadcast on the news.

The Japanese are having an earthquake.

The bad news is that it wasn't just an earthquake.

The earthquake occurred in deep waters about 130 kilometers east of Sendai, an island nation.

And there's a city near this sea area called Fukushima... (End of Chapter)