In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

Alicia shook Chen Zhuo's shoulder.

"Hahaha, Alicia, I'm so happy."

Chen Zhuo shrugged, delivering the worst acting performance of his life.

"Do you think that if I act exceptionally happy, you'll be so moved that you'll cry and then marry a nobody like me?"

"No, not at all."

Alicia rolled her eyes at him, looked at the distant sea, and her voice suddenly became barely audible.

"But I'll hesitate for a moment."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Chen Zhuo looked at her profile in surprise.

It turned somewhat reddish under the sea breeze.

"Pah, pah, pah, it's all your fault. I thought what I was about to say was going to be really cool, but now I don't feel that way at all."

Alicia punched him twice, then pushed herself up and sat on the hood, using the safety bar as a foothold.

She raised her chin, like a proud white swan.

"Anyway, hearing that your career is getting better and better makes me not want to continue like this. I also want to become better."

"I'm planning to go back to acting in movies!"

She patted Chen Zhuo on the shoulder and made a teasing expression.

"Little George, I forgot to tell you, I can easily earn a million-dollar salary for any movie I take on."

"You'll have to work really hard if you want to be my friend."

"Although I don't really care, I've heard that you Eastern men have a very strong sense of self-esteem. George, you don't want people to know that you're a kept man, do you?"

Hey, what's going on? It's like you're not a faded sweetheart, but an Oscar-winning actress about to receive an award.

Please, I'm the one who brought you out to relax and tried to comfort you, okay?

Chen Zhuo chuckled to himself.

He thought it would take Alicia a while to regain her confidence, but he didn't expect her to return to her former glory so quickly.

This reminded him of a saying from his past life—love is the most nourishing thing.

Ha, all that nonsense, isn't it just because you're captivated by me?

He raised his head, looked directly at Alicia, a hint of arrogance in his eyes, said nothing, yet seemed to have said everything.

Alicia tightened her trench coat, which still held Chen Zhuo's body heat, and was momentarily lost in thought.

In a moment of passion and confusion, she kissed him.

Chen Zhuo paused for a moment, then accepted it calmly, and they became entangled.

……

"Knock knock knock—"

The next morning, Chen Zhuo was awakened by a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, it turned out to be my second uncle, Ma Qiao.

His eyes were slightly red, and he wasn't even wearing a hat, revealing his bald patch on top.

"Second Uncle? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Chen Zhuo scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

"Isn't this all your doing, you brat?"

Seeing that Chen Zhuo was completely unharmed, Ma Qiao, who was panting heavily, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then put on a stern face.

"Old Kang couldn't get in touch with you at all, he even called me. You borrowed your car yesterday, I thought you'd been killed..."

"what?"

Chen Zhuo touched his waist and realized that his pager was gone.

It was probably because yesterday's events were too intense.

The road was uneven, and the bumps were so severe that my pager fell off.

Although the two kissed yesterday, they ultimately didn't end up in bed together.

It wasn't convenient to be on the car hood during the most passionate moments, and once that point was over, their minds returned to their work, and they lost interest in simple indulgence.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo remained silent, only a smile played on his lips.

Marjo waved his large, calloused hand in front of him.

"Hey, you brat, aren't you going to explain yourself?"

"My dear second uncle, all he did was leave his pager in the jeep. Look at me, I'm perfectly fine, aren't I?"

Chen Zhuo gave a few evasive answers. Although he trusted his second uncle who had taken him in, his experience yesterday was no different from that of a background actor in Hengdian who had fallen for Liu Yifei. If he told anyone, it would only cause a huge uproar.

"You think you're all that now that you've made a little money, huh?"

Marjory rolled his eyes. "Old Kang told me everything about you. Yes, you've made some money, but you can't just mess around!"

After saying that, he leaned close to Chen Zhuo's ear mysteriously and said, "Los Angeles is a bit turbulent lately, so don't go out unnecessarily."

"Yes, Commander."

"Stop joking around with me. Oh, and after you call Lao Kang back later, pack up and move to the guest room."

"Huh? Auntie agreed?"

Chen Zhuo was taken aback.

"You don't know anything. In this family, your second uncle has always been the one who calls the shots."

Marjory snorted, "Before, I was afraid that if I treated you too well, you'd become a parasite and lack ambition. Now that you're capable of earning money, what's a guest room at home? Don't even mention that woman, even if the King of Heaven himself came, he wouldn't dare talk back to me!"

"Remember, we are one family."

After saying that, Ma Qiao left, leaving Chen Zhuo standing alone at the door in a daze.

"Thank you, Second Uncle."

"Thanks……"

Chen Zhuo read it a few times softly, his tense shoulders relaxed, and a lazy smile spread across his lips.

He stretched and walked into his second uncle's living room as if he were going home, then dialed John's number.

"Hey, Lao Kang, this is Chen Zhuo."

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a violent coughing fit.

"Finally got in touch with you, kid! I thought you were dead!"

"If anyone's going to die, it'll be you first, Old Kang."

"Heh, you still have such a sweet tongue."

"Same to you."

After exchanging a few polite words, the two quickly got down to business.

"How did you get in touch with Adam Greenberg? That old guy suddenly called the company yesterday, saying he wanted to recommend you for an audition for Warner Bros.' new film."

"Adam Greenberg?"

Chen Zhuo was stunned. He never expected that the stubborn old man he had gotten rid of would recommend a new job to him.

"Maybe it was because he thought I was quite capable when we were on the same film set before."

"You're really capable, kid. You've already built up connections with people even though it's your first time playing a supporting role."

John Connor exhaled a puff of smoke and, without warning, launched into a roaring tirade.

"But I don't care whether you could do it before or not, you have to give me an even better performance this time!"

"This is a genuine A-list blockbuster! Starring Keanu Reeves! Directed by the Wachowski brothers!"

"If you can get into the cast of 'The Matrix,' you'll be set for life in Hollywood!"

"Now, get to the agency right now and pick up your script. You're already a whole day behind everyone else!"

"The audition is in three days. You're going to spend all your time preparing for the role of 'Tank' these next few days, you damn brat!"

The Matrix!

tank!

Chen Zhuo's breathing stopped for a moment.

This is on a completely different level in terms of the scale of the production team compared to "Rush Hour," which he just filmed!

Moreover, this role is completely different from the roles he has played before, which is very beneficial for him to boost his online presence.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Chen Zhuo hung up the phone, his eyes sharp as knives.