I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Beijing, the headquarters building of Shishiba Culture.

A specially renovated top-of-the-line dressing room.

The air was filled with an expensive, Hollywood-style industrial smell.

Latex, alcohol, oil paint.

There is also a special setting spray.

Richard Miller.

This top makeup artist, who has done special effects makeup for three Oscar-winning actors and actresses, is scrutinizing everything in front of him with a discerning eye.

His team is the strongest lineup that New Line Cinema can send.

Each of them is an industry elite who has participated in projects of the caliber of Star Wars.

But now, they have collectively flown from Los Angeles across half the Pacific Ocean to China.

Just to do the makeup for a young actor from China.

Richard had his doubts.

In his more than fifty years of life and more than thirty years of professional career, this situation was unprecedented.

Actors should accommodate the production crew.

Even the Heavenly King and Laozi are no exception.

It seems this newly crowned Best Actor is not someone to be trifled with.

Richard was prepared to face an arrogant, rude, and domineering young man.

Wang Jinhua pushed open the door and came in, a professional and appropriate smile on her face.

"Mr. Richard, everyone on the team, thank you for coming all this way."

Are all the equipment and materials complete?

"Please let me know if you need anything."

Her fluent English and composed demeanor, coupled with her professionalism, made Richard slightly less dismissive of her.

"Ms. Wang, everything is fine."

Richard glanced at his watch.

"We've already been waiting for twenty minutes. When would be a convenient time for Mr. Xiao to come?"

The implication is that their time is very precious.

Wang Jinhua's smile remained unchanged.

"Sorry, Xiao Chen will be there soon."

Just then, the door to the dressing room was pushed open again.

A figure walked in.

Richard instinctively looked up, and then he almost dropped the spray gun in his hand.

The entire dressing room, filled with a dozen or so Hollywood elites, instantly fell silent.

They had seen Tom Cruise's stunning good looks when he was young.

I've experienced Leonardo DiCaprio's charisma at his peak.

I also marveled at Brad Pitt's sex appeal.

They thought they were immune to the word "handsome".

until today.

Until this young man named Xiao Chen appeared in front of them.

It was a visual impact that could not be precisely described in words.

His facial features resemble those of a sculptor of the Renaissance, painstakingly crafted with God's favor.

Every single detail, every single bit, is breathtakingly perfect.

The classical charm of the East and the three-dimensional bone structure of the West achieve a miraculous balance on his face.

What's even more deadly are his eyes.

Profound and clear.

When he looks at you, you feel as if his very soul has been seen through.

Xiao Chen spoke, his voice gentle and clear, tinged with a hint of apology.

"Hello everyone, I am Xiao Chen."

"Sorry to keep you all waiting."

Richard's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

His preconceived notions about arrogance and rudeness immediately crumbled without a trace.

Are you kidding me?

Someone who looks like that needs to bully others?

He only needs to stand there, and the whole world will willingly offer him everything.

Richard practically rushed to speak, his attitude completely changing.

"No, no, we're too early."

His assistants, both men and women, seemed to be frozen in place at that moment.

His gaze was fixed on Xiao Chen, and he couldn't tear it away.

"Mr. Xiao, please have a seat."

Richard pulled out the chair himself, his movements as attentive as an apprentice receiving a makeup brush for the first time.

Xiao Chen thanked him and sat down calmly.

Richard took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He felt as if he were not working, but engaging in a sacred artistic creation.

"We're about to begin, Mr. Shaw."

"Um."

The golden wig was carefully put on, and strands of hair fell down, brushing against his perfect jawline.

The specially made light blue contact lenses instantly gave his eyes an otherworldly, detached quality.

The most crucial step is the elf's ears.

It was a prop made of the highest quality silicone, custom-made to fit Xiao Chen's ear shape 1:1.

When Richard personally used special glue to perfectly attach the pair of pointed ears behind Xiao Chen's ears, he felt his heart skip a beat.

It became.

No, it's alive.

The person in the mirror is no longer Xiao Chen.

He is Legolas.

The elf prince of the dark forest who stepped out of Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings".

Noble, elegant, beautiful, powerful.

They possess an innate divinity and an indifferent gaze that looks down upon all living beings.

A female assistant covered her mouth, her eyes instantly reddening.

"My God..."

She was moved to tears by its beauty.

The others weren't much better off; they all stared wide-eyed, as if they had seen a god descend.

Wang Jinhua was also stunned.

Having followed Xiao Chen for so many years, she believed she had developed enough resistance to his good looks.

But at this moment, she was still utterly amazed.

This has transcended the realm of humanity.

This is an ultimate beauty that transcends race and gender.

Richard, his hands trembling, picked up the camera and took a picture of the Elf Prince in the mirror.

The photos were sent to New Zealand immediately via encrypted email.

……

Wellington, New Zealand.

Peter Jackson was embroiled in a heated argument with the producer over casting issues.

"No! I said no!"

"That actor is too greasy! He can't play an elf!"

Peter's roar nearly lifted the roof off the entire studio.

He has devoted several years of his life to the Lord of the Rings project.

He has a perfect image of every character in his mind.

Especially Legolas.

It has to be something that can make all viewers believe at first glance that elves really exist in the world.

He interviewed hundreds of Hollywood's top male stars, but none of them satisfied him.

To this end, he even secretly sent an invitation to Xiao Chen, the newly crowned Best Actor who had come all the way from China, without informing the production company.

Of course, he didn't place all his hopes on Xiao Chen, but instead had the makeup team do a trial makeup session for Xiao Chen first.

After all, Xiao Chen is an Asian.

In case the blonde, blue-eyed elf makeup doesn't suit him, he can adjust the plan at any time and replace the actor.

This kind of operation is not uncommon in big-budget Hollywood movies.

Just when he was about to despair, an email from China popped up.

This is Xiao Chen's official costume photo.

Peter impatiently opened the attachment.

next second.

Throughout the studio, the ear-piercing sound of the internationally renowned director's chair scraping against the floor as he suddenly stood up could be heard.

He stared at the screen, his eyes wide as saucers.

In the photo, the blonde, blue-eyed elf is gazing at him silently through the screen.

That look in his eyes was both cold and compassionate.

It seems to carry the wisdom and solitude of a thousand years.

"It's him..."

Peter muttered to himself, his voice trembling.

"That's him!"

He grabbed the phone on the table and yelled into the receiver.

"Give me the Dragon Kingdom! Immediately! Right now!"