Huayu, can you be called the best actor if you don’t indulge yourself?

Chapter 565 American Sweetheart

Las Vegas.

The three groomsmen and the groom arrived in this magical city and spent a crazy bachelor party.

After waking up.

The groom was nowhere to be found.

The groomsmen all got completely drunk.

The hotel's luxury suite was in complete disarray, with naked strippers, lively white-feathered chickens, a ferocious tiger in the bathroom, and an unexpected baby several months old.

Out of control, bewildered, and chaotic – this was the scene the best man was greeted upon waking up.

The most important thing is...

A grand wedding is about to take place.

Before that, they had to figure out what had happened to them, and most importantly, find the groom and get him safely to the wedding venue.

In the script.

Li Luo couldn't understand many of the slang terms.

However, if you go through the plot, you can basically match it with the movie you remember.

"the Hangover".

Wahlberg was right to say it was a bad script.

The script is full of clichéd plots and nonsensical storylines, making this movie arguably the epitome of a bad film.

Yet, this is precisely the kind of movie that is full of scatological humor and utterly absurd.

But it was a great success.

And it created a box office phenomenon.

With a production cost of 20 to 30 million, the film raked in hundreds of millions of dollars at the box office, and probably made a fortune in the DVD market as well. The main actors also became very successful because of it.

Li Luo chuckled as he flipped through the script in his hand.

This project is amazing.

But I had no chance of reaching it.

No matter how low the production budget, Hollywood producers here would never cast an unknown Asian actor as the lead.

Discrimination certainly exists.

But most of the time it's not really true.

After all, I wouldn't use it myself, unless you have enough experience to prove you can carry the box office.

If it can make money.

No one will care what your ethnicity is.

Since it's out of reach, why not pass the opportunity to Wahlberg? With a blockbuster film like "The Hangover" to his name, all his current predicaments will naturally disappear.

This guy.

He's quite good to himself.

Li Luo didn't really care about the party or anything like that, but the flattering words the other person had just said proved that the other person truly considered him a friend, so how could he stand idly by?

To act in this movie.

It would also be a perfect fit for Mark Wahlberg.

In the comedy film "Ted," which is also full of toilet humor, the other person showed a contrasting tough guy image.

only.
That guy's behavior just now clearly showed that he didn't like the movie.

How to persuade them is the question.

He patted the script.

Li Luo put that thought out of his mind again. As a friend, he should just do his part. There was no need to force the other party to listen if they didn't want to.

In the infinity pool.

Mark Wahlberg swam back and forth quickly, his arms splashing water constantly.

He wanted to do it this way.

To vent the frustration in my heart.

You can swim across the river.

The more agitated I feel...

He certainly doesn't lack money. After all, he's a top Hollywood star. Even if he only earns the long tail revenue from many of his movies, it's enough for him to live comfortably, not to mention other commercial income.

Over the years, he has gradually transitioned into a producer, and the TV series "Entourage" alone has made him very happy.

But money alone isn't enough.

As a movie star, he understands his true self very well.

His career has hit a low point.

For him, it was an unacceptable option.

Once you reach a certain position, it's extremely difficult to accept a regressive situation. But Wahlberg bitterly discovered that, no matter how unwilling he was to accept it, he now seemed to have no choice but to accept this option.

Even if I haven't changed anything.

But box office failure means that more effort needs to be put into proving oneself.

"Whoo~"

Let out a heavy breath.

His attention fell on the man sitting on the beach chair. The reason he became friends with Li was because of the guy's damn talent and strong personal charm.

A film called "Raging Fire".

That will completely conquer him.

In addition, after spending time together, he felt that Li Luoji was to his liking, so he regarded him as a friend.

Nevertheless.
"Hey!"

Wahlberg splashed water and held out his hands to the shore in annoyance: "Can you stop staring at my butt? I remember you like women, you have plenty of chicks tonight."

"Try to control it a little."

Connor's burst of laughter was accompanied by Li Luo's middle finger rising up.

Pulling with both hands.

Wahlberg simply climbed out of the pool.

He took the cigarette leaf offered by the chubby boy, wrapped himself in a towel, and walked towards Li Luo.

After sitting down, this guy kept flipping through the script. Not only did he look at the script, but he also kept glancing at him from time to time, which made him feel a little uneasy.

"Yo~"

Sitting down next to him, Wahlberg reached for the script: "This is nothing special, just a terrible script."

"In Hollywood."

“Countless scripts like this are produced every year.”

"The chances of a script like this becoming a movie are so low you can hardly imagine."

"success."

"It is absolutely impossible."

"Don't take what happened earlier to heart. You should know that it's perfectly normal for a movie to fail at the box office. Ali and I often talk like that, so there's no need to feel bad about it."

The words stopped abruptly.

Wahlberg stared blankly at the script that Li Luo was gripping tightly.

Even when I pulled it, it didn't budge an inch.

The opponent's strength wasn't the point; he knew very well how terrifying Li's strength was. The point was, why was the opponent protecting this terrible script?
He looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Li Luo then put down the script, smiled, and picked up his cocktail: "Of course I'm not bothered. Difficulties are always temporary. Once you break down that wall, success will always be waiting for you behind the obstacle."

"That's right!"

Wahlberg's eyes lit up, and he clinked glasses with him, a cigarette dangling from his lips: "I like what you said, I really like it."

"Now I'm facing a wall."

"but me."

"That's exactly what we need to do—shatter it!"

After a crisp clinking sound, Wahlberg downed the margarita in his glass in one gulp.

Such an action.

Connor and Irving exchanged a glance.

The two then raised their glasses high towards Li Luo and gave him grateful looks.

The movie is released.

It was met with a flood of negative reviews.

Their childhood friend had been listless for almost a month, but now they finally saw his former fighting spirit return. As long as they had this, they believed that their brother was invincible.

"OK!"

Wahlberg put down his cup and wiped his mouth. "Is there anything you want to say to me now?"

Li Luo frowned, indicating his confusion.

Use retreat to advance.

"Please."

Wahlberg said he wasn't stupid; the way he was glancing at him earlier, and the way he hesitated to speak, all proved that this guy had something to say.

After a moment's hesitation, Li Luo glanced at Owen sitting in the back.

"Ok?"

The latter was even more puzzled.

How come I have my own things to do in the middle?

"Please."

Wahlberg shrugged and said bluntly, "You know my personality. Just say what you want to say. Nobody will get angry about it. Did Irving offend you?"

Say this.

Irving also walked over hesitantly.

After all, Li came from a country that was very mysterious to him, so if he had really offended him...

Just based on what the other party said to Mark earlier.

He will also apologize sincerely.

"No."

Li Luo quickly waved his hand and then smiled sheepishly, "I'm just not sure if I might accidentally cross that line."

The words fell.

Wahlberg and Irving were so frightened that they both shrank back.

"Fake!"

Li Luo raised his middle finger, rolled his eyes, and said, "I'm not interested in your butts, but Mark, you should know that I won the Camera d'Or at Cannes, right?"

"Yes."

Wahlberg nodded.

"Perhaps you don't know."

Li Luo smiled and met the gazes of the two men: "The movie I starred in recently became the highest-grossing film in Chinese film history!"

"Shet!"

"This is something to celebrate."

The two people opposite him looked surprised, but then quickly became extremely excited.

No matter what it is.

Anyone who wins a championship title deserves congratulations.

"That's not the point."

Li Luo interrupted them, picking up the script for "The Hangover": "Regarding the Cannes Golden Camera Award and the box office champion, I want to prove one thing to you."

"what?"

Wahlberg roughly guessed what he wanted to express.

"This proves that my judgment was correct."

Li Luo shook the script in his hand and said in a calm tone, "My professional competence supports this viewpoint. What I'm about to say might be a bit offensive, and it's not really my job responsibility."

"But as friends."

“I think you need to reconsider this script. My gut feeling tells me that this story is even more exciting than you think.”

The script is handed forward.

Li Luo smiled and nodded at them.

Scratching his short hair, Irving finally understood why it had anything to do with him.

Choosing the right script for Wahlberg was part of his job as his manager, and without those words, he would have found Li Luo's actions quite offensive.

Looking into Li Luo's sincere gaze.

He hesitated for a moment.

Wahlberg accepted it nonetheless and thanked him sincerely: "I will make time to watch it carefully. Thank you, you are a true friend!"

Hollywood's motto is "mind your own business."

In some matters.

A sense of boundaries is very important.

Especially when it comes to personal relationships and work, I can be concerned, but I absolutely do not like others interfering.

No matter what.

He could sense that Li Luo was acting out of concern.

thank.

is required.

It's just a matter of whether you accept it or not!

Now that his entire career is at stake, especially after two or three films have already flopped, he absolutely cannot accept this project just because of a few words from Li Luo.

If I make another wrong move, I'll have to stay out of the game for several years.

That's all for this.

Li Luo didn't say anything more.

Then, with a splash, he jumped into the pool to enjoy the coolness of facing the Pacific Ocean.

Little Connor happily went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. It was a very simple meal, but it tasted quite good: Mexican tortillas filled with beef, onions, and spicy sauce.

At least it suits Li Luo's taste. Next...

Then there's a big bowl of fruit and vegetable salad.

This thing is supposed to be healthy.

But seeing Connor frantically pouring salad dressing into it, Li Luo really didn't think it was healthy at all.

Facing the sea breeze.

While they were having a Mexican-style dinner.

The party company staff arrived and quickly decorated the villa with various light strips and streamers. The bartender busily mixed various drinks and filled the long table to the brim.

The private beaches were also bustling with activity.

Large pieces of firewood were piled up haphazardly on the beach, and then gasoline was poured on them to ignite them.

Press the lighter.

The raging fire steamed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The cabins next to the beach are also decorated like bars, with a wide variety of drinks from all over the world, and beer barrels that look like gasoline cans are also an indispensable item.

Standing next to the fence.

Looking at the campfire with its flames dancing on the beach.

Li Luo picked up the beer bottle and, facing the shimmering Pacific Ocean, contentedly poured it into his mouth.

Night falls.

The first vehicles to arrive were several nanny vans.

From these unassuming vehicles, one after another, tall, sexy, and hot-bodied women emerged, including white, black, and Latina women, and were checked by security personnel.

They then entered the house one after another.

At Connor's enthusiastic invitation, they headed straight to the dressing room and changed into various cool and refreshing outfits.

Bikini, tank top.

Bandeau top.

Those long legs, and those swaying, full curves.

It left Li Luo completely dazzled.

These dozen or so girls, each with their own unique charm, showed no surprise at Wahlberg. After giving him hugs and kisses, they naturally started barbecuing, drinking, swimming, and dancing.

In no time, the beach villa was filled with a party atmosphere.

"Relax."

Clinking bottles with Li Luo, Wahlberg smiled and took a sip of beer: "There are call girls, adult magazine models, and strippers here. Everyone signs a confidentiality agreement before they come."

"Just enjoy the party."

"Of course, there can be no coercion, but that shouldn't happen to you."

"in addition."

These are just embellishments.

Li Luo understood perfectly well what "just decorations" meant. The slender, charming women in front of him were merely decorations for the party, like vases or green plants.

Used for viewing and playing with.

That's it!

However, no one needs to look down on anyone else, and no one needs to pity anyone else.

To put it bluntly...

It's all about giving something up in exchange for something else.

Superstars like Brad Pitt, Chris Pratt (Star-Lord), and Lady Gaga all seem to have started as male or female strippers, and legendary superstar Sylvester Stallone even starred in erotic films.

For this American nation.

All of this is simply a choice in life, and it doesn't even come close to being magical.

Following the nanny van.

Vehicles began arriving at the villa.

These are the people who were officially invited tonight: models, actors, directors, screenwriters, agents, etc., basically all people related to Hollywood, even though Wahlberg just experienced a box office disaster.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, not to mention that it's not even dead.

Therefore, Wahlberg's party.

It's still very attractive in Hollywood.

this kind of thing.

It often spreads from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

If Wahlberg hadn't implemented an invitation-only system, the beach villa would have been packed with people wanting to come and join the fun while also looking for opportunities.

As the time goes.

The villa, illuminated by its lights, became bustling with activity.

The engine started.

Another luxury car drove up.

The passenger door opened, and delicate high heels stepped onto the ground.

Followed by.

Those are her long, slender legs.

Of course, a graceful waist is also indispensable.

Her attire was very simple.

She wore a well-fitting pair of jeans and a white V-neck sleeveless shirt. Despite her simple attire, the charm she exuded was unparalleled among all the female guests present that evening.

He gestured to his assistant.

The woman who got out of the car walked straight toward the villa gate.

An invitation is completely unnecessary; her pretty and sweet face is the most eye-catching advertisement.

"Miss Alba."

The security personnel smiled and nodded, then reached out and opened the villa gate.

"Thank you."

Smiling and expressing her gratitude, the woman tossed her long, dark golden hair and strolled into the villa.

The moment her beautiful figure appeared.

Instantly, they were met with a barrage of bright stares.

"Jessica."

"Hi, long time no see."

“Jessica, you’re always so charming. Would you like to come to UTA for a visit? In fact, we think you absolutely deserve an Oscar, and you have the ability to win it.”

"Hey Jessica, congratulations on winning the Teen Choice Award!"

Greetings rang out one after another.

Jessica Alba, with a sweet smile on her face, skillfully responded to all kinds of enthusiastic greetings.

As the figure moved.

She casually picked up a cocktail.

Jessica's eyes lit up at the red lollipop next to the bar. She grabbed it and popped it into her mouth, savoring the sweet taste. She walked out of the backyard as if she knew the way well, and headed straight for the beach along the steps.

The music continued.

The guests chatted in small groups, and quite a few cuddled together affectionately.

all of these.

Jessica was used to it.

Hollywood parties are synonymous with relaxation and indulgence.

of course.

She just likes a relaxed atmosphere.

Actors face a lot of pressure.

Hollywood actors are especially prone to this.

Luxury cars, mansions, designer clothes, parties, hunting, and other forms of entertainment are all ways to relieve mental stress, otherwise that tension will eventually break.

despite this.

News of celebrities losing control due to mental stress still frequently appears in the media.

Alcoholism, drug addiction, urinating in the street, reckless driving, and attacking passersby without provocation—there's nothing that ordinary people can't imagine that celebrities on the verge of a breakdown wouldn't do.

"Please."

Seeing the two people in front of her already putting their hands into their pants, Jessica couldn't help but tease them, "Can't you guys find a room?"

Amidst a burst of mocking laughter.

She walked lightly onto the beach.

Bonfires were rising in front of us, and the sound of waves kept drifting in from the darkness.

The sea breeze blows.

A chill then spread to the surroundings.

It's already November, and it's still chilly in Los Angeles at night, so the guests on the beach are scattered around the campfire, chatting and laughing or enjoying drinks.

The firelight and the night danced together, and ambiguity permeated the air.

This scene.

Actually, it's quite common.

But perhaps it was because she had just seen those two being affectionate that she felt extremely agitated.

I gulped down the cocktail with a lollipop.

Jessica's thoughts continued to drift, even back to last year's Cannes Film Festival, to that constantly rocking yacht, where that already blurred face resurfaced in her mind.

next moment.

Jessica shuddered on the spot.

She quickly picked up the cup and took another big gulp.

After returning to America.

After arguing and breaking up, there was a gap of more than a year.

During this time, friends did introduce her to potential partners, but for some reason, Jessica just couldn't muster any interest. Whether the introductions were from within or outside the entertainment industry, the conversations always ended after a perfunctory meal.

And now.

Jessica bit down hard on the lollipop.

perhaps
It's time to find a boyfriend!
Stop!!!

Jessica quickly suppressed those chaotic thoughts. After calming herself down, she smiled and walked towards the most lively bonfire. It was customary to greet the host at a party.

Even close friends are no exception.

"mark!"

Looking at the guy laughing heartily, Jessica quickened her pace.

They heard the greeting.

The charismatic young man sitting on the beach chair turned around.

"Hey~~~"

Laughter echoed across the beach as Mark Wahlberg opened his arms for a hug: "I was wondering when you were coming. Oh, and there's a surprise tonight! Guess who's visiting America?"

“Our friends.”

"Who?"

Jessica couldn't be bothered to guess.

However, it's also curious that the two don't have many mutual friends.

"plum!"

Wahlberg laughed and stepped aside, trying to ease the awkwardness of the other person possibly not remembering him: "I think you definitely remember him; we had a wonderful party on the sea in Cannes."

"Now Li is in Hollywood promoting his new movie."

What is he saying.

Jessica was completely unaware.

He just stared blankly as Wahlberg stepped aside and the Asian face that barged straight into his eyes.

The flames jumped.

The face of the man sitting in the crowd was illuminated, half in light and half in darkness.

A straight nose and a well-defined jawline.

Eyes like stars.

A slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

A faint, mischievous smile appeared on his face.

Everything before my eyes is exactly as I remember it.

This face.

It has appeared in my dreams countless times.

Although the frequency of its appearances gradually decreased over time, each one was still so powerful and domineering. Now, everything is rapidly recovering, and the blurred facial features have become completely clear.

More than just clear.

Instead, it appeared before me suddenly, without any warning.

damn it.

Say something quickly!
Jessica was completely stunned and had no idea how to react.

"Hi~"

Under the stunned gaze of the American sweetheart, Li Luo stood up, holding a wine glass, and extended his palm with a handsome smile: "Miss Alba, it's been a long time. It's a pleasure to see you again."

"Uh"

Jessica then realized what was happening and hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Me too, yes, it's nice to meet you, cheers."

Oh no, I've finished my wine!

"Please wait."

After uttering a string of incoherent words, the American Sweetheart abandoned Li Luo amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd and hurriedly headed towards the bar cabin in the corner of the beach.

The sea breeze stirred the campfire.

This left the group of people there completely bewildered and speechless.

(End of this chapter)