Yukiko Nakama was lying on her back on the hotel's big bed, staring at the ceiling with her eyes wide open. The chandelier was not fully turned on, but it exuded a soft light, making her look quite pure in her white dress. There was a faint sound of water coming from the bathroom. It was Takiko Tsunepan taking a shower. The American gentleman she needed to serve should be talking with his friend in the hotel bar at the moment.
Scenes from the past kept flooding into her mind, causing her thoughts to become scattered. She remembered that she did voice acting for an anime almost ten years ago. At that time, she already had the idea of being an artist. For this reason, she kept working hard and finally realized her dream three years ago. She was chosen by the producer of the Okinawa TV series "Blue Summer" and became a contracted actress of the firm.
She had also heard about those things in the entertainment industry. Whether it was the seniors of the firm or her own agent, they all warned her and taught her some knowledge to protect herself. She also used these skills to deal with a few people. She had originally thought that those things were just that, so she had devoted herself to training. Not only had she lost her baby fat, but she had also adjusted her figure with the help of a shaper. Several seniors had also praised her as a good seedling. This time, when she came to Tokyo, she was originally going to join an idol group under the recommendation of the firm, but she did not expect that misfortune would befall her.
She was very shocked by the other party's request. Although she tried her best to endure it, it still showed on her face. She wanted to refuse, but although the other party had a smile on his face, his words were irresistible. The implied meaning was also very clear. If she was not willing, then she would not be able to stand out in this industry. She was very angry. How could they send her around like a commodity! She would rather give up this easy opportunity than do it!
It was a very good idea, but a senior of the firm helplessly told her that even if she wanted to quit the entertainment industry now, she had to complete the other party's request before she could quit, otherwise …
The senior looked at her sympathetically and meaningfully and did not say anything. Thinking of all the things she had heard before, her heart was cold. She was actually not very conservative. She just wanted to give her first time to the person she liked. Even if she was laughed at by many classmates at school, she still tried her best to implement her ideas. Unexpectedly, today …
But she had no other choice, and the weakness of Japanese women engraved in their bones finally made her succumb. She was sent to the dining table and sent to that person's room. Although she tried her best to control the feeling of humiliation, the moment the other party entered her body, the pain caused her to involuntarily sob.
She originally thought that this would anger the other party or make them more excited. She knew that some people liked to do this. However, the other party suddenly became surprisingly gentle. A few caresses and kisses not only made her completely relaxed, but also let her taste the beauty of sex. The next day, other than the inconvenience of walking, there was not much discomfort. What a strange man.
"Yukie, do you want to take a shower?" Chang Pan Guizo's voice sounded at this time, and Yuji Hui, who was recalling the past, quickly sat up.
"Let's wait a while more, Senior Chang Pan." You Jihui smiled politely. The position of her facial features was just right. When the corners of her mouth curled up, she looked very gentle and virtuous. Coupled with the aura of a young girl, she looked very pure.
"Alright." Guizo nodded and sat on the sofa while drying his hair. After pausing for a moment, he asked, "Do you have … something on your mind, Yukie?"
"Something on my mind?" You Jihui wanted to say no, but looking at Guizo's eyes, she fell silent.
After she was settled, she was also forced to read a lot of information about the other party. She knew that this American man was a very powerful and talented man in the Pacific side of Hollywood, so they wanted to curry favor with him. She originally resented this American man, but after accompanying him for two days, she was only left with a loss.
This man was very gentle and considerate. Although he was very lecherous, not only did he like to let her and Guizo come together, but he also liked to play some role-playing games, but he never forced her. She remembered the first time he suggested role-playing, she rejected because of her instinctive resistance. The other party shrugged and asked the hotel to book another suite for her to rest in.
"You … Aren't you angry, Mr. Adriaan?" She couldn't help but ask in surprise.
"Why should I be angry?" The other party laughed, then carried her horizontally on the bed, kissed her forehead, and stroked her face lovingly. "Women are to be protected, not toyed with."
Probably from that moment, her heart seemed to have been touched, and then she began to work hard to cater to him. And now, he suddenly said that he wanted to bring her to the United States because he liked her very much. He wanted her to be his woman, which made her confused again.
"I don't know what to say …" After a moment, You Jihui sighed.
"If you think you can tell me, then say it. If you think you can't, then don't say it." Guizo smiled.
You Jihui sighed again. When she first found out that Guizo was also serving Adriaan, she was shocked and embarrassed. She had watched 'Please Tell Me I Love You' last year, and she also liked Guizo's image, but she didn't expect to meet him in this way. And when she found out that Guizo was trying to please Adriaan, and even told her what to do during the threesome, she felt embarrassed and looked down on him.
"Why should I resist? Adriaan is a very gentle man, and he respects me very much. "Guizo responded to her question calmly." At least better than some men. "
This sentence immediately resonated with You Jihui, and her attitude towards Guizo became complicated.
"Okay, I … I want to ask Changpan-senpai …" You Jihui bit her lip. "If … I mean if, you have the chance to go to the United States … will you go?"
You Jihui was still a little too naive, and her words were too much of a cover up. It was easy to tell what was going on. In such a situation, if the other party had any ulterior motives, they could easily lead to a different result. However, this was Japan. Most female artists had a few close friends in the circle. Although the seniority was still there, it wasn't as clear as the Koreans. After all, they were a disadvantaged group. Coupled with the collectivist nature of Japanese people, they would naturally unite, so Guiko didn't try to stop them.
"It seems that Mr. Adriaan likes you very much, You Jihui." Guizi sighed and didn't hide his envy. You Jihui's face turned red.
"Go to the United States, leave here, and follow him," Guizo said.
"But …" You Jihui hesitated. It wasn't that she hadn't considered this. Although she didn't know much about Adriaan, she knew from the information that he was a powerful person. However, although she could muster up the courage to come to Tokyo from Okinawa, Hollywood was a foreign country after all. Her understanding of it was limited to paper. Could she really adapt to it? What about her family? And it was all because of Adriaan's promise, if …
"Mr. Adriaan is a good person," Guizo said as if he could read her mind. As if reading her mind, Guizi said, "Although I've only known him for half a month, I know that he's a good person. As long as it's a promise, he won't go back on it."
"Really?" You Jihui grabbed the corner of her clothes subconsciously, not knowing what to say.
"Do you know how many people dream of going to Hollywood, You Jihui?" Guizo sighed again. "At least as far as I know, those famous actors in the film industry all want to go to Hollywood. As long as they go there, even if they're just a B-list actor, their value will be different when they come back. Moreover, with Mr. Adriaan protecting you, you'll have more freedom. Besides … don't you know how to fight for it yourself?"
You Jihui became a little embarrassed. She coughed twice and repeated Guizo's words twice. Then, she recalled Adriaan's words, and her body suddenly trembled. Yes, with his protection … Someone asked her to do this this time, but what about next time? Although they also promised benefits, even Chang Pan had to do this, let alone her?
Taking a deep breath, You Jihui stood up and bowed deeply to Chang Pan Guizo, "Thank you for your advice, Chang Pan Senior."
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After staying in Japan for almost twenty days, he basically got what he wanted, and roughly inquired about the information he wanted from other sources. Adriaan finally left this place, and then … went to Hong Kong.
In fact, he originally wanted to go to Shanghai, but when he asked someone to book the ticket, he hesitated again and again. Finally, he sighed and changed to Hong Kong. Although he knew who he was and what he wanted to do, even if there was a little bit of a bond, it was immediately cut off after the private detective used ample evidence to prove that there was no such person in mainland China. But at the end of the day, he still inevitably felt a sense of homesickness.
"I thought I had enough reason and calmness, but I didn't expect to still have such a feeling." Standing at the top of Taiping Mountain and looking north, Adriaan said somewhat self-deprecatingly.
He understood why he felt this way. Some things were buried deep in the soul. Even if it was only two-thirds, as long as it resonated, it could still make people palpitate. He wanted to go to Luohu Port to have a look, or go to the so-called Zhongying Street, but after hesitating again and again, he gave up on the idea.
"Anyway, I'm doing what I should do. If I don't pay some tuition fees, I won't understand just by relying on other people's guidance, especially when I can't be sure of this person's thoughts." Adriaan murmured as he looked north.
Hong Kong's film industry was experiencing its final glory. Its small scale was destined to be unable to compete with Hollywood. If "Terminator 2" and "Jurassic Park" made Hong Kong's film industry teeter, then the appearance of "Big Ship" would completely destroy them. Those magnificent films could not be produced without the development of industrialization. Hong Kong was just a free port. Under the constraints of technology, it could still rely on genre films to gain a foothold. But once technology was developed to the point where all kinds of imaginary scenes could be easily transferred to the screen, it was only a matter of time before it was defeated.
As for mainland China, it had just started to take off. It was still suffering from the torment of European directors. They thought that they could be proud after winning a few film festival trophies and that they had already promoted their culture to the world. If they couldn't fight for the market, no matter how much they showed off, it was just an illusion. No wonder the third-generation leader wanted to see "Big Ship" and said that he wanted to see how others promoted it.
It was a pity that he couldn't do much. Introducing Hollywood films to mainland China was the limit of what he could do. Although he still had some tricks and actions, he still had to wait for a few years until the mainland understood what commercial films and the film market were. After all, it was not Bethune's era. If he was a Chinese or just an ordinary American director, it would not matter. But he was the chairman of the rising AC Media Company. If he came to mainland China, both mainland China and the United States would keep an eye on him.
Adriaan suddenly laughed at himself. Why should he care about that? Anyway, as long as he did his own thing and had a clear conscience, it would be fine.
He only stayed in Hong Kong for three days before leaving. Originally, he had planned to go to Lan Kwai Fong. Maybe he could also hunt for beauties. But after sighing at the top of Taiping Mountain, he was no longer in the mood. Besides, the few girls he liked were already taken. He was not too interested in the rest. It was really boring. Moreover, although Hong Kong maintained its prosperity on the surface, it would be 1997 next year. It was inevitable that everyone would feel a little anxious. Moreover, the Taiwan Strait in 1996 would not be peaceful. It was better to leave early.
After traveling halfway around the world, Adriaan arrived in Italy. Monica had been waiting for him for several days after receiving the news. Because he had returned to Europe, many people still paid attention to the Oscar nomination list, so he could not be as ostentatious as before. Although he might not necessarily encounter paparazzi, it was always better to be prepared. Besides, even if he stayed at home, it was not necessarily boring.
Screams came from the kitchen, accompanied by a burst of laughter, followed by a few slapping sounds, and then there was no more movement. This silence lasted for about a few minutes. Screams, laughter, and slapping sounds came again. It seemed that this cycle would not stop.
"Okay, okay, I stop. I admit defeat." Adriaan raised his hands and shouted. His face was completely messed up. Cream, cake, cheese, and all kinds of spices were spread everywhere. His white shirt was also the same. There were a lot of stains on it, as if he had just drilled out of a cake.
"You want to lie to me, right?! Don't try to lie to me! " Monica's appearance was even worse than his. Her face was almost completely covered in spices, and her apron and clothes were covered in spices. Even her dark brown hair that was coiled up in a bun behind her head was stained with spices. She was holding a golden cake in her hand as she roared aggressively. She didn't have the slightest bit of her usual sexy appearance.
"Hey, I have already raised my hand. There is nothing. Is this still not enough?" Adriaan waved his hands discontentedly.
Monica looked at him suspiciously. One had to know that she had already suffered too many losses. However, Adriaan really did not have anything in his hand. He should not be lying to her.
"You really admit defeat?" she asked, but she still put down her hand that was holding the cake.
"Am I not sincere enough?" Adriaan said as he raised his hand and walked in front of her. He raised his brows that were stained with cake crumbs.
"Okay, if that is the case, I can consider a truce. But as the loser, you have to …" Monica finally relaxed. She raised her head and looked at Adriaan. Just as she was about to ask for some compensation, the big cake that she had just put down was firmly smacked on her face. Along with it, Adriaan laughed wildly. "Do you really think I will admit defeat? You are too naive! "
"Adriaan!" Monica screamed angrily. The kitchen suddenly began to shake.
After messing around for almost half an hour, the two of them leaned on each other and sat on the ground to catch their breath. If the kitchen was only a mess before, then it was completely destroyed now. The fridge was wide open, and all the food inside was involved in the war. Most of them were smashed to the ground like pots and pans. The two of them were not just covered in cake, butter, ketchup, peanut butter, and so on. They had everything they wanted. No matter how familiar they were, they would not be able to recognize the two of them. One was a miracle director in Hollywood, and the other was a sexy Italian goddess.
After the panting slowed down, Monica suddenly giggled. Adriaan originally wanted to say something, but looking at Monica's messy face, he estimated that he was not much better. He couldn't help but laugh. After laughing happily for a long time, the two of them finally calculated.
"This time it is a tie."
"No, I won."
"Tie!"
"I won!"
"Tie!"
"I won!"
"Do you want to do it again, Mr. Adriaan?"
"I'd be happy to, Miss Monica."
Just as the two of them were having a war of words, it seemed that another world war was about to happen, the doorbell rang.
"What's the matter?" The two of them came out together and opened the door.
The two people who rang the doorbell were shocked. After all, Monica looked better. Her face was covered in cream, cake, cheese, and soy sauce. But Adriaan, whose head was covered in ketchup, looked like a zombie at first glance. One of the apartment's security guards immediately took the stick in his hand.
"What's the matter?" Monica suddenly asked unhappily.
"Um … Sorry, Miss, your neighbor, Mr. Allen heard some noise on your side and was worried that something might have happened, so he asked me to come and see." The security guard who had already guessed part of the truth immediately put away the stick.
"Nothing, as you can see, this … zombie wanted to attack me, and I killed him." Monica shrugged and said seriously.
"Monica!" Adriaan rolled his eyes. Although his Italian was still terrible, it was not a problem to understand.
"Sorry to disturb you." The security guard had completely understood and suddenly laughed, "Your relationship is really good, but please don't disturb others, okay?"
As he spoke, he pointed to the old man beside him, who was staring at them and muttering something.
"No problem, I promise there won't be a next time." Monica said and closed the door. The two of them put their ears on it for a long time. After confirming that the people outside had left, they both laughed out loud.
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