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

Chapter 571 Hollywood Rising Star

California is sunny.

Even though it's winter, the daytime feels a bit like summer.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the large glass windows, only to be shattered by a rapidly running figure, a thick gold chain swinging, and wide jeans rustling.

Sneakers.

It even left a fleeting afterimage.

Connor jumped up from the living room sofa and sprinted up the curved staircase at an unprecedented speed.

Suddenly.

They broke down the master bedroom door.

But the next moment, the chubby boy's eyes went completely blank.

That sweat.

Wheat-colored skin.

and also
The chubby boy chuckled and quickly looked away.

"Hey~~~"

The redhead finally realized what was happening and exclaimed as she quickly grabbed the blankets to cover herself.

"Wotefa!!!"

Wahlberg slapped the round bottom in front of him and struggled to his feet, expressing his strong dissatisfaction at being interrupted.

Thankfully, it wasn't his girlfriend sitting on him.

"good body."

Connor gave the redhead a thumbs up and looked anxiously at Wahlberg: "Turn on the TV right away, this is absolutely insane, you'll never believe what's happening."

"I'm serious, it's an emergency!"

Before the redhead could throw the pillow at him, the chubby guy named a local Los Angeles TV channel, then laughed and closed the door.

"damn it."

The woman complained.

But Wahlberg struggled to reach his arm to the side, grabbed the remote control, turned on the TV, and gestured for the woman to continue working, saying that watching TV wouldn't interfere with his work.

Connor has never been reliable.

Except for major events.

Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to remain so close after going through thick and thin for two or three decades.

Since it was stated that it was an emergency.

Then something really interesting must have happened.

Wahlberg took the remote, pressed the corresponding TV channel, and turned to look at the content playing on it.

"Hahaha."

"I don't think they know."

"The actors from Twilight may not realize that they have become wildly popular movie stars, and all this madness has happened in just one night."

"bomb."

"This is absolutely a bombshell."

"Although there is no accurate data yet, I can confirm with 100% certainty that this bombshell is exploding, and the towering waves it has created are crashing straight from the west coast to the east coast."

"The power it has generated has shaken the entire United States."

"Hollywood!!!"

"Are you ready to welcome the birth of a new star?"

The two hosts, a man and a woman, quickly began to introduce the major news that had happened in the industry in an extremely excited tone.

Rising star?

A bombshell?

Will it shake the entire United States?
Hearing these words, Wahlberg looked at the shaky camera on the television screen, puzzled.

on the screen.

It was aimed at a restaurant next to a street.

He knew what was going on just by looking at this shot. Hollywood paparazzi often mingled in places where celebrities might appear in the city, and the photos or clips they took could be exchanged for money.

This restaurant.

Wahlberg is also quite familiar with it.

He had originally planned to have lunch at this restaurant after working out with the woman in his arms, and then go to Ali Emmanuel's office to express his confidence in person and ask him to help him find more suitable acting opportunities.

The camera quickly zooms in.

The camera was aimed at a group of young men and women sitting under a parasol.

Wahlberg was surprised to find Li Luo among them, but it was clear that apart from that guy, the others were not in a good mood, all looking at their newspapers with serious expressions.

Their expressions were getting uglier and uglier.

The exquisite food laid out on the table failed to arouse any interest in them.

The next moment.

Screams echoed off-camera.

Three or five girls in denim shorts excitedly shouted names like Edward and Bella, which were incomprehensible to them, and quickly rushed towards the six or seven young men and women sitting there.

This movement.

This not only startled Wahlberg.

It was quite obvious that those guys were also caught off guard.

Next came the autograph and photo session that Wahlberg was very familiar with, but he was a little unfamiliar with the process that followed!
scream.

A frantic scream.

crowd.

The crowd quickly swelled into a massive influx.

These shouts.

It seemed to attract everyone from the surrounding streets. These teenagers and women who were strolling and shopping rushed to the restaurant like madmen, making the scene on the television screen extremely chaotic.

The camera shakily moved forward.

This makes the chaos on the scene even more immersive.

The red-haired woman on top of him stopped moving in a daze, staring blankly at the chaotic scene unfolding before her.

Wahlberg did not allow the other party to continue.

His gaze was also blank.

Li Luo and two or three men quickly stood up, hurriedly shielded three of the girls and moved them to the middle, struggling to move towards the car parked on the side of the street amidst the chaos.

Every step seemed incredibly difficult.

Hundreds of people have gathered at the scene, and those seen in the camera's view are faces that are so excited they are almost ferocious.

Pushing and pulling.

scream.

Wahlberg stared blankly as Li Luo and another guy named Edward were squeezed so tightly they could barely move, followed by a deafening burst of wild cheers.

The T-shirts those two guys were wearing.

It was torn to pieces.

The other guy was thin, pale, and covered in messy hair, lacking any real aesthetic appeal, which contrasted sharply with Li Luo's muscular physique.

The drum has all the necessary drumbeats, and all the necessary lines are present.

There is no hair at all.

Under the California sun, it looked almost like it had been coated with olive oil.

The red-haired woman stared intently.

The sight of the two shirtless completely ignited the atmosphere at the scene, and the fans rushed over like madmen, desperately touching, pulling, twisting, and grabbing their bodies with their hands of all sizes.

Seeing Li Luo frantically covering his crotch, almost jumping up in surprise.

Wahlberg burst out laughing.

In just a few seconds, Li Luo and another guy in the video were pinched until they were covered in bruises. The other guy was even worse off than Li, as several of his chest hairs were plucked out.

Take this opportunity.

The three girls quickly climbed into the car parked on the side of the road.

After several struggles.

Li and the others all hid in the car, but they couldn't leave the scene at all. The fans surrounded the cars like zombies unleashed.

He pounded on the car body and windows with an excited expression.

Until the patrol officers arrived one after another.

Seven or eight American police officers forcibly parted the road to allow several cars to escape the scene.

"Wow!!!"

"That's the charm of Twilight."

"What you are seeing now is only a part of it, including cities such as Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle, Phoenix, Atlanta, Miami, Chicago, and New York."

"A line formed in front of the movie theater, and countless teenagers cheered as they poured into the theater."

"Today."

Welcome to Twilight Day!

As the host spoke.

On the television screen, there were scenes of people queuing up, stretching from the West Coast all the way to the West Coast. The fans in line raised their arms and cheered at the camera, chanting the movie's name.

The news broadcast on television wasn't over yet.

The young actors, who had just been in a disheveled state, had now changed into neat costumes.

Amid cheers from moviegoers, they walked briskly out of the cinema, their expressions excited, and quickly got into their car under the escort of security personnel to continue their promotional activities for the next stop on the day of the film's release.

"God."

The redhead looked on with envy and muttered to herself, "Look at these lucky people, they'll all be millionaires someday."

it's here.

Millionaire is just a label.

The meaning is very simple: these people can jump into the wealthy class.

She's also in the industry and knows what this situation means. This level of popularity and the long queues are undeniable, and the box office performance on the first day should be extremely impressive.

The subsequent box office.

It's highly likely that it won't be too bad.

From complete obscurity to Hollywood stardom, it all happened almost overnight.

He'll definitely be inundated with film offers and his salary will skyrocket.

It's incredible.

Very much so.

The American Dream!!!

Wahlberg did not respond to this, but stared at the screen on the television. He often encountered celebrities, big and small, in the Hollywood area, and he also went out shopping in a very casual manner.

What we have received.

It's just annoying paparazzi following you around.

This kind of fervent adoration is something he himself has rarely experienced.

Lucky one?
The other person's words echoed in my ears.

A louder sound.

But it kept buzzing in Wahlberg's mind.

"Regarding the Cannes Camera d'Or and the box office champion, I want to prove one thing to you."

"This proves that my judgment was correct."

"My intuition tells me that this story is even more fascinating than you imagine."

By the swimming pool.

Li's words kept echoing in my mind.

Wahlberg was convinced that the guy had a good eye; in fact, everyone who excels in the industry has that kind of confidence, including himself in the past.

until
Failures followed one after another.

But what was presented to him now was not some vague and ethereal words, but stark reality.

Whether it's because of good judgment or simply being lucky.

The guy who was nobody in Hollywood yesterday has become a fan favorite in less than 24 hours. Even he is amazed by this amazing transformation.

One thing can be confirmed now.

That guy.

plum!
Good luck is on its way.

And for me, this is a time when I'm lacking good luck.

Swallow hard.

The words Li Luo had once said now occupied Wahlberg's entire mind. Although he carefully reviewed the script again and found it interesting, it was by no means brilliant.

Having never worked on a similar film before, Wahlberg ultimately discarded the script.

But what we see now...

It gave him a strange urge to take a gamble.

"mark?"

Feeling the man beneath her fall completely silent, the red-haired woman turned around in confusion.

The next moment.

She was pulled up directly by Wahlberg.

With a gasp, she danced and flipped to the other side.

Get out of bed.

Wahlberg rushed to the desk, found the script he used to line his whiskey glass, and breathed a sigh of relief. He then grabbed his pants and quickly pulled them on.

"Wotefa!!!"

This action enraged the redhead.

I'm stuck in this limbo, what do you mean by wearing pants, you bastard?

The angry swinging of his arm caused Shuoguo to jump violently along with him, followed by a silent protest of extreme dissatisfaction.

"Feel sorry."

Quickly grabbing his T-shirt and slinging it over his shoulder, Wahlberg hurriedly walked outside: "I just remembered I have some urgent business to attend to. I'm so sorry, how about I owe you dinner?"

"Shet."

The redhead cursed, gritting her teeth in anger: "Do I look like I need dinner right now?"

"otherwise."

Wahlberg chuckled, turned around, and gestured towards the pillow, saying, "Use the toy to deal with it for now. I promise this is a real emergency."

The figure flashed by quickly.

Dodge a buzzing, vibrating 'toy' that comes hurtling towards you.

Amidst the women's various curses, Wahlberg laughed heartily, strode down the stairs, waved to Connor and Owen who were watching TV to get up, and then hurriedly left the villa.

Leaving Connor waiting outside, Wahlberg led Irving into the spotless office.

Inside there.

A middle-aged Jewish man was sitting there with a smile on his face.

"mark."

Seeing Wahlberg's energetic demeanor, the middle-aged man's smile deepened: "I love seeing you like this, just like when you starred in 'The Perfect Storm'."

"Full of confidence, nothing can defeat you."

"Thank you." Pulling out a chair and sitting down, Wahlberg nodded earnestly and said, "First of all, I apologize for my poor performance recently."

"Ali, you're a good agent."

"good friend!"

Thank you for all your concern.

We've known each other for many years, and our relationship is no longer just a simple partnership.

Hear these words.

Ali Emmanuel was overjoyed.

Earning commissions from Wahlberg is certainly important, but he also doesn't want his old friend to just sink into obscurity.

"Now."

Wahlberg smiled, placed the script, still slightly stained, on his desk, and pushed it forward in front of Emmanuel: "I've made my next decision."

"The Hangover!"

"This is my next step. Please finalize the role of Phil for me as soon as possible."

Looking at the script in front of me.

Ali Emmanuel's expression turned extremely strange.

"Ok?"

Wahlberg leans forward.

"so."

Emmanuel turned to look at Owen, suppressing the urge to explode: "When your buddy finally cheers up, this is the damn low-budget comedy you recommend to him? Have you been smoking too much nicotine?"

As a manager.

The other party has a certain degree of influence over which roles Wahlberg accepts.

In Emmanuel's view

This guy must be acting crazy.

Otherwise, given Wahlberg's current situation, he wouldn't dare take on this kind of film, especially since he expressed such resistance to the script just the day before yesterday. Given his habits, it would have been shredded long ago!
A barrage of accusations.

It almost made Irving faint.

"No no no."

Wahlberg tapped the table to draw the agent's attention back and shook his head, saying, "This has nothing to do with Irving, wait a minute!"

"Damn Ali."

He widened his eyes and immediately expressed his dissatisfaction: "Please, you don't think this movie is good."

"Why did you recommend it to me?"

"Uh"

Emmanuel paused, then waved his hand somewhat awkwardly and said, "Okay! To be honest, this is meant to motivate you. In fact, I've only read one or two pages of this script."

"It was just used to make up the numbers."

"I want it!"

Wahlberg found this reason acceptable and tapped his finger heavily on the script.

To show their determination.

This only made Emmanuel more embarrassed.

However, he didn't show it at all, but quickly changed the subject and recommended the high-quality projects he had prepared for Wahlberg.

Art films.

The director has won awards at the Sundance Film Festival.

The script received unanimous praise.

This type of project is very popular. It can hone the acting skills of newcomers and help veterans build their reputation, thus giving them another chance to star in commercial blockbusters.

Wahlberg, however, doesn't care about any of that right now and is about to star in the movie "The Hangover".

Emmanuel consistently avoided the topic.

This made him start to have doubts.

After a heated argument between the two.

Ali Emmanuel leaned back in his chair with a sigh and told him frankly, "I just told you, this script is just to fill space. In fact, the movie is almost ready to go."

"Even the cast has been finalized, and I heard they're all minor roles."

"damn it."

"I don't understand why you insisted on acting in this movie."

"Get it!"

Wahlberg slammed his fist on the script, then looked intently at his agent: "Put aside the fact that you lied to me, now do your job. I also believe there's nothing you can't do."

"Lower your salary and act at a lower price."

"With your ability, the production company will never refuse an A-list actor!"

"reason!!!"

Emmanuel could barely contain his emotions and slammed his fist on the table, saying, "I need a real reason why you changed your mind, why you insisted on acting in this damn movie."

"Let me know what you think."

"Tell me everything you found excellent about this movie!"

A heated debate.

Irving, sitting next to him, didn't dare to breathe.

Under Emmanuel's unwavering gaze, Wahlberg blinked: "Intuition, an intuition from a friend."

at a loss.

Emmanuel looked blankly at the landline.

He felt he needed to have his assistant buy two doses of medication: one for his heart condition and one for the madman sitting in front of him.

Night falls.

The Twilight crew, however, never stopped their efforts, continuing to travel to cities around Los Angeles for various promotional activities.

It will bring surprises to the audience in the movie theater.

Arriving at the radio station, he greeted the fans in front of the car radio.

Access granted.

They share everything about movies.

Li Luo quickly adapted to various promotional activities in Hollywood, maintaining a low profile while also making her voice heard, allowing fans to retain more memories of her.

Everywhere you go.

It was a scene of fervor.

Despite their excitement, the creators were also filled with anxiety.

disturbed.

It's because of the negative reviews from film critics.

The subtle yet blunt criticisms delivered during breakfast made the actors feel like they were in hell, as if their performances were utterly devoid of anything praiseworthy.

Everything they saw was not a good sign for them.

A film that has received a lot of criticism.

They generally won't have a very good box office performance.

But when they got together for breakfast today, the fans' frenzy scared them again. They were terrified while hiding in their car, fearing that the car windows would be smashed.

What you see with your eyes.

It's completely different from what I experienced.

This stark contrast between critics' scathing criticism and fans' cheers left even the new actors in the cast bewildered, let alone Pattinson, who had worked on "Harry Potter."

In this state of anxiety.

It wasn't until late at night that everyone finally finished the day's promotion.

We boarded the film crew's bus and sailed back to Los Angeles through the deep night.

Running around.

I was excited all day again.

At this point, exhaustion swept over them, and almost all the actors were completely worn out, with snoring sounds rising and falling everywhere.

She quietly got up.

Christine looked at the group of people who were fast asleep.

Then quickly move your feet backward.

She rubbed her sore thighs before sitting down in an empty seat. She took out a chocolate from her pocket, tore open the wrapper, took a crunchy bite, and then handed it out with a grin: "Have a little energy boost. This one's low in sugar."

"Thank you."

Nodding his thanks, Li Luo took a bite of the chocolate with the notch in it.

Then I looked out the window at the night.

"what's on your mind."

The girl was happily munching on her chocolate, a sweet smile on her face.

If it weren't for that damn propaganda...

She wished she could hold Li in her arms and lie in bed all day.

Ok.

Just lie down.

The Hollywood girl tightened her thighs, indicating that she was feeling overwhelmed. Looking at Li Luo's profile, her eyes were filled with infatuation, wishing she could be with him all the time.

Unfortunately.

Whether it's for everyone's career or for this movie.

My relationship with Li.

We can only do it secretly like this.

"nothing."

Li Luo slowly shook his head and casually said, "I just think I need to find a way to improve my shooting skills."

The speaker did not mean it.

The listener, however, took it very seriously.

A blush crept across her fair face. Christine wrapped her arms around his and whispered shyly, "Please, in my opinion, you're already the best gunslinger in the world, an insanely good gunslinger."

Recalling what happened last night, she gripped Li Luo's arm tightly with both hands.

That little expression.

It looked incredibly alluring.

Li Luo smiled happily.

He affectionately stroked the other person's straight nose.

In his eyes.

Christine was practically a walking fortune, destined to bring him hundreds of millions of dollars in wealth. Information about John Wick was prominently displayed in the virtual frame floating before her eyes.

These two words represent a name, which translates to John Wick in Chinese.

There is also a Chinese translation.

John Wick!
wrong.

There is another name.

A more fitting title in the eyes of movie fans: "Give Me Back My Dog's Life!"
The reward from Kristen Stewart isn't just the first film, but also this action-packed gunfight series starring Keanu Reeves, which includes all four John Wick movies he's seen.

Film series.

What does this mean?

Li Luo knew this all too well.

If he can successfully monetize this film series, the reward he received last night through Christine will make him a world-renowned international action superstar.

Turn off the floating window.

Looking at Christine's slightly upturned lips.

Li Luo grabbed the girl's cheek and kissed her swiftly amidst her happy smile.

"Bell~"

The sudden noise caused the two, who had only been kissing for a few seconds, to quickly separate.

He cursed.

Christine looked ahead with displeasure.

But she could only get up and quietly return to her seat.

The lights are on.

Godfrey also answered the phone.

"OK."

"I'm listening."

"Speak louder, my signal isn't very good here."

"How many?"

“Repeat it again.”

Godfrey jumped to his feet and said urgently into the phone, "Damn it, my signal is bad here. Speak louder, louder, tell me what the opening day box office was?"

The almost roaring sound echoed inside the bus.

As the sound faded away.

The car was deathly silent.

"Forty-one million dollars! Forty-one million dollars! Forty-one million dollars!"

Hello, hello!

"Wick!"

"Can you hear it?"

"We did it! We fucking did it!!!"

"Forty-one million two hundred and fifty thousand!"

Intermittent, incredibly excited voices came from the phone's speaker, very faint but enough to fill the entire carriage.

Godfrey stopped breathing.

The phone slipped from his hand and tumbled onto the seat.

He turned around blankly and met those pairs of eyes that were shining brightly in the dim light.

Everyone who was dozing off just now.

at this time.

Completely awake.

I looked at myself with unease, nervousness, and boundless anticipation.

Under the expectant gazes of these people, Godfrey's lips curled up, but his head slammed down heavily.

In an instant.

The entire bus erupted in cheers.

Everyone jumped up in excitement.

Enjoy it to the fullest.

They cheered wildly.

A cacophony of roars and screams erupted, a chorus of emotions venting their fury.

The driver, laughing heartily, turned around, excitedly slammed on the gas, and sped off towards the brightly lit Los Angeles with the group of Hollywood stars caught up in their revelry.

(End of this chapter)