In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

"I understand, brother. After all, we're outsiders in Hollywood, so we should be even more careful."

Chen Zhuo nodded and responded in a deep voice.

"It's good that you're mentally prepared."

Jackie Chan smiled with satisfaction, raising his champagne glass high. "But let's not think about that tonight. Let's enjoy ourselves. This is our deserved moment of celebration."

"Cheers."

"Cheers."

The champagne went down my throat with a slightly sour and a slightly sweet taste.

Chen Zhuo turned his head and looked through the crowd of people filled with desire at the champagne tower piled up like a small mountain.

He still has a long way to go before he can reach the top.

In a corner of the banquet, a fat man with a full beard was also looking at the champagne tower with envy in his eyes.

His name is Peter Jackson, and he is a director.

A niche director who has only made B-movies and whose total box office is less than 30 million.

In terms of resume alone, he is not much better than the new director Brett, and in fact, because he is not American, he has fewer resources.

As a result, after he poured his heart and soul into writing the legendary script for The Lord of the Rings trilogy, Miramax, a company that did not trust him, demanded that he shorten the plot.

When he received the ultimatum from Miramax's top management, he felt as if the sky had fallen.

The higher-ups gave him two choices: either adapt the Lord of the Rings trilogy into a two-hour movie, or find a company willing to take over his script.

He has less than a month to make a decision.

If there is no result after a month, Miramax will choose another director to film "The Lord of the Rings," a two-hour piece of garbage that will crush his dreams!

He had no way out.

Peter downed his drink in one gulp, picked up a glass of champagne, and staggered toward Robert, the New Line CEO who was boasting in the crowd.

"George, you were a major contributor to 'Rush Hour.' If there's a suitable movie this year, New Line Cinema will definitely give you priority consideration!"

Robert, who was already somewhat drunk, walked up to Chen Zhuo.

"Thank you for your high regard."

Chen Zhuo clinked glasses with a professional smile.

Just as he was about to drink it all in one gulp, a glass of champagne suddenly splashed at him from an odd angle.

Even though he was very skilled, he was too close to react in time and got splashed in the face.

In an instant, the surroundings fell silent, and everyone looked at the owner of the glass of champagne.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Peter Jackson, who had tripped and fallen, blinked, instantly sobering up. He frantically pulled out a handkerchief, wanting to wipe the champagne off Chen Zhuo's face.

Chen Zhuo took the handkerchief, wiped himself elegantly, and waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't worry about it. I was feeling a little drunk and wanted to wash my face to sober up. Your champagne just happened to wash my face for me. It's all God's best arrangement."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, God's messenger."

After saying that, Chen Zhuo smiled and extended his hand to Peter.

"George Chen".

"Mr. Chen, Peter Jackson pays you his highest respects."

Peter sniffed, his eyes slightly red, and his hands clenched tightly.

"He is a true gentleman. If he weren't Asian, I might have mistaken him for a descendant of royalty."

An Englishman murmured his approval and led the applause.

The onlookers echoed their sentiments.

[Stereotype +5]...

Peter Jackson?

Chen Zhuo stared blankly for a moment at the somewhat haggard, bearded fat man in front of him.

As a film enthusiast, how could he not know this legendary director who brought Middle-earth to the world?

It seems he's really lucky; he even managed to run into a legendary figure in distress at a celebration banquet.

Chen Zhuo took a deep look at the top of Peter Jackson's head—[45].

Can you really become friends based on just first impressions?

Then he has to help.

"Are you the director who made 'Heavenly Creatures' and 'Ghost'?"

Chen Zhuo switched to a surprised expression in a second.

"Are you familiar with my work?"

Peter was stunned; his tense shoulders suddenly relaxed.

"Could it be... that you're a horror movie enthusiast too?"

His eyes lit up, and the slight embarrassment he had felt earlier vanished instantly after he started talking about his beloved film career.

"certainly."

I've even been thinking about making one myself, and maybe we can even collaborate...

Thinking of this, Chen Zhuo smiled slightly, "I really like your idea of ​​using digital special effects to present horror effects. I think this is the future of the film industry."

Peter looked at him in surprise; he hadn't expected that this young actor actually knew anything about horror movies.

"Unfortunately, my mind isn't on horror movies anymore."

Peter sighed, a hint of warmth appearing in his eyes. "Chen, do you know 'The Lord of the Rings'?"

"I was already reading it when I was a teenager."

Chen Zhuo's eyes held a hint of reminiscence, and his voice was tinged with emotion. "Before that, I had never seen such an exquisitely crafted magical world. I think it's not just an adventure story, but also a reflection on life. It taught me how to interact, and what is good and what is evil."

"I think there is no fantasy work in the world that can surpass it."

"Could it be...?"

Chen Zhuo's voice suddenly trembled slightly, "Are you currently planning to film 'The Lord of the Rings'? My God, just imagining it is..."

He clenched one fist, a hint of ecstasy on his face. "It's so exciting! Peter, I'm sure you'll go down in film history because of it!"

Peter's clenched right hand trembled slightly. In the past two years, he had experienced too many upsetting things while filming "The Lord of the Rings".

His ideals and the art he pursued were ruthlessly trampled and defiled countless times by those damned businessmen in Hollywood.

And it was at his lowest point, when he made a fool of himself in front of everyone.

He unexpectedly met a kindred spirit with a great character who loved Middle-earth as much as he did.

This is indeed God's best arrangement.

At that moment, his already dimmed furnace instantly reignited.

His eyes burned like the sun. "You're right, George, *The Lord of the Rings* is such a great work, and I will do my best to present it perfectly!"

He clenched his fist and swung it forcefully, "And yes, I will indeed go down in film history because of it, but it will also be immortalized because of me!"

"Thank you, George, I feel better than ever before."

After saying that, he pursed his lips, raised his head and chest, and chased after Robert, who was already walking away.

"Mr. Saya, please wait a moment, there's something I'd like to discuss with you..."

Chen Zhuo stood still, watching that unyielding figure, and raised his glass in the distance.

That was an epic chapter in Peter Jackson's history.

He simply turned to the first page for him.