rpbooks Chapter 290, Stop 3: Hollywood
Chapter 290, Stop 3: Hollywood
A huge white "HOLLYWOOD" sign jumped out abruptly on the horizon.
These letters stand halfway up Santa Monica Hill, as if proclaiming the arrogance and extravagance of Los Angeles to every prospector who steps into its territory.
Lin Zhou leaned back in the leather seat of the Cadillac armored car, his slender fingertips gently tapping his knees, his eyes revealing a calm scrutiny.
"Dad, what is that? It looks like a big piece of duct tape stuck on the mountain."
Nuonuo leaned against the car window, her little face squished comically by the glass, her clear, big eyes full of curiosity.
Lin Zhou smiled, reached out and rubbed his daughter's head, his tone casual.
"Those are road signs for dreamers. We're not here to dream; we're here to buy territory."
Su Qingge sat to the side, elegantly tidying her wind-blown hair.
Looking at Lin Zhou's lazy yet in control demeanor, she couldn't help but tease him:
"Buy land? Didn't you say you were taking us to see Universal Studios?"
"Of course we have to see Universal Studios; it's entertainment for Nuonuo."
Lin Zhou turned his head, his eyes becoming deep, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
"But I also want to acquire several top visual effects companies here. Starry Sky Media will be building its own metaverse in the future, and the technology here is essential."
Su Qingge sighed helplessly. This man's "by the way" is always the ultimate goal that ordinary conglomerates strive for over decades.
The convoy sped along the bustling Sunset Boulevard before coming to a smooth stop in front of a private estate in Beverly Hills.
The security level here is terrifying, but when the Lin family's convoy entered, even the most ruthless security chief bowed his head respectfully.
Because they knew that the man sitting in the car could cut off the entire Hollywood funding chain with a single sentence.
Lin Zhou got out of the car, feeling the sweltering heat of California, which was also filled with the smell of money.
Before he could even step into the hall, several anxious figures, exuding an air of blatant obsequiousness, had already come to greet him.
Those were all top Hollywood directors and producers, who were usually tyrants who held life and death in their hands on set, but at this moment they were as humble as restrained interns.
"Mr. Lin! I'm James. We met in Cannes last year. This is my new project plan..."
"Mr. Lin, this is David. I hope I can have a few minutes of your time, even just a glance!"
Lin Zhou waved his hand gracefully, and the imposing aura of a godfather instantly silenced the entire room.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today is my honeymoon day."
Lin Zhou's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a calm and authoritative quality.
"I'll talk to my secretary about business. Right now, I just want to have a quiet lunch with my wife and daughter."
The bigwigs looked at each other, unwilling but none of them dared to say a word.
Lin Zhou took Su Qingge's hand and, under the envious gazes of the big shots, arrogantly walked into the depths of the manor.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly.
Lin Zhou led Su Qingge and Nuonuo leisurely through the VIP passage of Universal Studios.
Seeing Nuonuo scream with excitement at seeing the Minions, the sharp murderous intent in Lin Zhou's eyes completely disappeared.
At this moment, he was a competent stay-at-home dad, carrying a cute little water bottle and even wearing a cartoon headband in a rather outlandish way.
"Boss Lin, if those directors film you like this, your image will be completely ruined."
Su Qingge linked arms with him, her smile radiant and captivating.
"The image you project is for outsiders; the happiness of my wife and daughter is what truly matters."
Lin Zhou lazily raised an eyebrow, his eyes sweeping over his surroundings.
He keenly sensed that even in this amusement park, there were still dozens of hidden cameras pointing at them.
But it is not important.
Because Bloodhound's people had already built a terrifying barrier of interference in the shadows.
As evening fell, the group returned to the manor's terrace.
An exquisite Mediterranean-style dinner was laid out on the table.
Lin Zhou was patiently cutting veal steaks for Nuonuo.
Old Chen appeared behind Lin Zhou like a ghost, holding an elegant lacquered folder in his hand.
"Young master, that director has been kneeling outside for three hours. He said he would even let you make a documentary if you just wanted to take a look at this."
Lin Zhou stopped what he was doing, a playful glint flashing in his eyes.
"Oh? Who has such perseverance?"
"It's Martin, who's known as the 'screenwriting maniac,' and he said it's his masterpiece before he retires from writing."
Lin Zhou pursed his lips and casually took the folder.
He casually flipped through two pages, and his previously nonchalant expression suddenly hardened slightly.
Su Qingge leaned closer, somewhat curious.
"What could possibly make someone as picky as you change their expression like that?"
Lin Zhou didn't answer, but instead pushed the heavy folder directly in front of Su Qingge.
"Qingge, you might really need to take a look at this."
Su Qingge was stunned. She suspiciously flipped open the stack of papers that exuded a fresh ink scent.
The title page has only two strong English letters.
The Code.
Su Qingge flipped through the pages quickly, her breathing becoming more rapid and her face turning rosy.
The script is actually a true recreation of their past experiences in the secret service.
Even their secret reunion in the locker room is described in a delicate and thrilling way.
"This...how is this possible?"
Su Qingge's eyes widened, her peach blossom eyes filled with extreme shock.
"How did director Martin know all these details about us?"
Lin Zhou sneered, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.
He turned to look at the dazzling lights of Hollywood outside the window.
"It seems that Hollywood not only has dreams, but also a lot of remnants left by our 'old friends'."
He looked at Su Qingge, his tone becoming serious and somewhat seductive.
"Qingge, the female lead in this script is practically tailor-made for you."
Su Qingge bit her lower lip, her fingertips gripping the edge of the script tightly.
"Lin Zhou, what exactly are you trying to say?"
Lin Zhou held her hand domineeringly, his tone becoming lazy yet determined.
"I'm thinking, since they've already set up the stage, wouldn't it be a shame if we didn't go up and sing a bit? It would be such a disservice to the director's 'good intentions'?"
Looking into his deep, captivating eyes, Su Qingge suddenly felt a strong sense of unease.
"You don't mean you want me to act in a movie, do you?"
Lin Zhou smiled slightly, a sly glint in his eyes.
He gently blew a breath into Su Qingge's ear.
"Qingge, would you like to see what it's like when the whole world thinks this is just a fictional story, and then the truth explodes on the screen?"
Su Qingge was completely stunned.
A top-notch script was presented to Su Qingge.
She hadn't had a chance to respond yet.
The chubby director, who had been waiting outside, had already discerningly pushed open the door and entered.
The way he looked at Su Qingge was as if he were looking at a perfect work of art.
"Ms. Su, please be sure to consider this."
"As long as you nod, you can change the ending of this story however you like."
The chubby director rubbed his hands together, his tone humble yet filled with fervent anticipation.
"It can be changed to anything?"
Su Qingge asked with some confusion.
The chubby director nodded vigorously, even gritting his teeth as he assured him:
"Even if you wanted to hang Mr. Lin up and beat him on set, I could design the most spectacular shot for you!"
Lin Zhou's face instantly darkened.
"Hey, you fatso, do you think I'm invisible?"