"… Because in my garden of heaven, the birds can sing forever, and in my golden castle, the happy prince can praise me to his heart's content. Oh, to be honest, dear, do you really think this fairy tale is suitable for children?" Adriaan, who was lying on the sofa with his head on the girl's thighs, put down the book in his hand.
"Because Wilde's fairy tales are written for adults. Besides, I still don't like it when you call me … that word." Richel, who was also sitting on the sofa and reading a book, sighed softly.
"Is there a problem?" Adriaan suddenly turned over and looked at her with a smile.
"I'm just … not used to it." Richel, who was relieved, immediately moved to the side, but a strong force came from her waist, and she was immediately pulled into Adriaan's arms.
"You're always like this, but I like it when you're like this." Adriaan chuckled and kneaded her waist a few times. Richel, who struggled slightly, quickly stopped, no different from before. "Okay, let's go out for dinner. I've booked a good place at Strauss's Restaurant."
Strauss's Restaurant was located on Ward Street in Mayfair. Although the name of the restaurant was Strauss's, it had nothing to do with the two musicians, and it was not a German restaurant. The interior decoration of the restaurant was not gorgeous, but it was very exquisite, and the various furnishings were quite elegant. The restaurant was not particularly large, and the seat Adriaan had booked was near the entrance, near the corner of the wall.
Although the entire British entertainment media had been attracted by the public relationship between Jennifer and Denis, he still remained cautious. Besides, the location was not bad. He could observe the entire restaurant from afar, and it was relatively quieter. Even if he raised his voice, no one would hear him. Oh, don't get me wrong, Adriaan did not intend to do anything out of line in a place like this, even if he had always been bold.
"… So it doesn't matter whether Wilde is gay or not, as long as his reputation is ruined. For these people, everything has a price tag." Adriaan continued to talk about Oscar Wilde in Richel's home while cutting the delicately made food. Wilde's various topics.
"What do you think?" Richel suddenly asked while chewing his food.
"Oh?" Adriaan raised his eyebrows.
"Do you think that everything has a price?" she asked carelessly, as if deliberately.
Adriaan chuckled and took a sip of red wine. "In theory, yes."
"So you're saying that anyone can be bribed?" Richel lowered his eyes and continued to ask.
"In theory, yes," Adriaan answered without hesitation.
"Then, what kind of price would make you betray your best friend, Claude?" Richel raised his head and took a deep breath. He gathered his courage and looked him in the eyes. There was a hint of mockery in his tone, as if he had found a breakthrough.
"Who knows? First, the other party has to give me a suitable price. Second, he has to show the ability to complete the deal. Only then will I evaluate," Adriaan said lightly and looked at her with a playful gaze.
"Show the ability to complete the deal." Richel frowned slightly and looked puzzled.
"Of course. For example, if I want to rule the world and live forever, then the other party has to prove that he can let me rule the world and live forever. Only then will I consider it, right?" Adriaan chuckled.
"Sorry, I don't understand." Richel put down the knife and fork in his hand as if he didn't understand what he was saying.
"It's very simple. The so-called price tag does not refer to money, but various desires or wishes. For example, if someone told Winston Churchill sixty years ago that he could let the British Empire continue to rule the world for at least a hundred years, but he had to kill all the members of the royal family with his own hands, do you think Churchill would agree? "Adriaan said unhurriedly.
Richel couldn't help but open his mouth.
"Another example, if someone told a fanatical idealist who wanted the world to be peaceful forever that he could fulfill his wish, but the price was that he had to kill his wife, parents, and children, do you think he would agree?" Adriaan continued to smile playfully.
"That's impossible. No one can do that." Richel, who was stunned for a few seconds, raised his voice.
"That's why he needs to prove it." Adriaan immediately added. "Now that he has proven that he can do it, such as turning the German army into nothingness with a wave of his hand, or a warring country suddenly calming down with a wave of his hand, do you think they would agree or not?" Adriaan took another sip of red wine leisurely. "Pay attention, we are talking about logic."
"This … this is the realm of God and the devil." Richel's breathing quickened.
"No, you just don't believe it, because no one can do something that goes beyond common sense." Adriaan ignored him and continued, "It's not that they don't want to betray, but the price is not high enough. There are some prices that even the wealthiest people can't afford. That's why there are sighs about the beautiful side of humanity. But in reality? If there really is someone who can fulfill your biggest wish, and the price is to make you betray your best friend, and there won't be any additional conditions such as having your soul belong to the other party after you die. He has also proven this point, then 99% of people will choose to agree. Not 100% because they don't want to be absolute, but just like how there is absolutely no such person in this world as I said. "
"But … but …" Richel still wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it for a long time.
"I know what you want to say, my dear Richel. We still have feelings, right? But you have to know that in most cases, reason is the dominant position. Although feelings are intense, they come and go quickly. No matter how strong the emotional impact is, sooner or later, people will calm down and analyze the gains and losses. "Adriaan put down the glass and spread his hands.
Richel, who bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth, finally lowered her head in frustration. Although she graduated from Cambridge, she was not good at acting. She was originally a sentimental woman, otherwise she would not have embarked on the path of an actress. Even if she could come up with a lot of examples, it would not prove anything. It would only make the other party more of a joke.
At this time, Adriaan smiled slyly, "In fact, it's not difficult to refute it."
Richel suddenly raised her head and looked at him without blinking.
"I said before, you can't say things too absolute, because in this world, there is nothing absolute except death, so there will always be such a special case, a special case that can surpass everything." Although Adriaan still maintained a smile, in Richel's eyes, it was unusually abominable.
"Now, do you understand?" Adriaan unceremoniously lifted her chin and frivolously stroked her neck with a finger.
After persisting for dozens of seconds, a look of surrender finally appeared in her eyes. In fact, this situation was not the first time in his relationship with this woman who had a strong sadomasochistic love knot in her heart. Richel seemed to like to immerse in this kind of mood where all her fantasies were shattered by him.
Every time this happened, great enthusiasm would erupt in the midst of lust, and this time was no exception. After dinner and wandering for a few hours, on the way back, she took the initiative to provoke Adriaan's desire in the car. The two immediately found an underground parking lot and entangled with each other in the back seat. Then, Richel climbed to the peak while moaning in pain.
In this case, Adriaan did as she wished. It was interesting to have such a woman by his side, wasn't it? Besides, he also liked this kind of style.
It would be different if it were other women, such as the Welsh girl.
"How do you feel?" Zeta Jones sat at the end of the long table with her hands crossed in front of her. She looked at Adriaan excitedly, as if she could not wait to hear his praise.
"Smooth but not greasy, delicious and delicious. Great." Adriaan tasted the food and nodded with appreciation. Then, he raised his eyebrows. "This is too unfair, Kate. You actually took such good cooking only now to bring it out."
"It's not that I don't want to, but I just learned it. I spent a few months experimenting and adjusting to reach today's standard. I don't want to bring out some defective products for you." Zeta Jones' eyes were curved. She was no different from a little woman who was happy with her lover's evaluation. It was as if the deal between her and Adriaan did not exist.
"Okay, now there's the last dish." She said as she stood up and happily walked into the kitchen to bring out a silver plate.
"This is …" Seeing the food on the plate, Adriaan's gaze suddenly became playful. The eight-petal shell fan was placed in a circle, and the usable part had been mixed with the seasoning, giving off a rich fragrance.
"Oysters, of course." Zeta Jones' smile became charming with a hint of teasing. "Why don't you try it first?"
"Okay, but …" Adriaan glanced at her, and Zeta Jones picked one up and brought it to his mouth.
There was a slight fishy smell, but it was not obvious. However, the freshness was far better than the sea cucumber. Considering that tonight's main dishes were all seafood and pine nuts, Zeta Jones' intention of asking him to stay at home for dinner was self-evident.
This woman was very courageous. Although she had previously agreed to his deal and fulfilled her responsibilities well, and had once revealed the idea of conquering Adriaan, she still had some doubts before the screening of Zorro's Mask. After all, although the name of Miracle Director was resounding and his achievements were rumors, the actual benefits were more important.
Now that Zorro's Mask had successfully broken 100 million in North America, one-fifth of Adriaan's original promise had been fulfilled. Even the biggest doubts should be dispelled. Moreover, the post-production of Luocheng Secret was nearing completion, and it was confirmed to be released at the end of the year. The initial publicity had also begun, and Adriaan had previously claimed that this movie would bring her a nomination for Best Supporting Actress.
Coupled with the fact that he was so young and rich, everything made Zeta Jones determined to conquer Adriaan. Although she knew that he was a playboy, there was a possibility of success as long as she worked hard. It was also because of this that Zeta Jones became a famous actress in Europe from an ordinary middle-class Welsh family. That was how the current scene came about.
Obviously, Zeta Jones knew the true meaning of capturing a man's stomach first. She had worked hard to learn how to cook for a long time. Although this dinner was at home, and although there was still a gap between her and the restaurant's chef, for a woman, she had done quite well.
However, it would be a big mistake to think that this was all she could do. After dinner, the two flirted a little, and Zeta Jones played classical music. Adriaan could not tell whether it was Mozart or Bach, but he did not forget to take the initiative to invite her to dance a few laps. It was quite romantic.
"You are so charming, Kate." Adriaan said admiringly. At this moment, he was more or less in the mood to watch a show, but the next scene was a bit of an eye-opener for him.
"Are you ready?" Zeta Jones responded with a chuckle, and then pushed him into the house.
Adriaan did not wait too long. The music on the stereo suddenly changed. The original light and melodious classical music turned into an explosive dance song. Zeta Jones stepped out from inside. She was wearing a simple dress before, but now, she was wearing a white shirt, tight pants, and small boots. The shirt was slightly transparent, and the collar was wide open. The black lace bra inside was clearly visible, and it was particularly sexy and charming.
Then, she danced to the rhythm of the music. Her movements were hot and slutty, and her face was charming but concealed her desire. When her long black hair swayed along with her head, it was especially seductive. At the same time, she slowly took off her clothes, especially when she was only left with a lace bra and panties. Her swaying curves could be described as wavy breasts and wavy buttocks. Although there was no steel pipe, it was enough to arouse anyone's desire.
Needless to say, what happened next was needless to say.
These were the other two women Adriaan had in London. Richel was caught by him, and she had been avoiding him. As long as he went to London, she would go to Los Angeles, and vice versa. However, Richel also knew that it was useless. It was too easy for Adriaan to stop her, so when he came to the door, she did not say anything, nor did she shut him out like before.
Zeta Jones came to visit the set. Of course, before she came, she got Adriaan's approval. Not many people in the crew knew about it, so Adriaan did not let her show up. However, he still brought her around in front of Gwyneth and Blanchett.
If Richel was like a beetle tied to a rope, it seemed to be trying hard to fly away, but it would stop after a while. Flying away was more like a routine exercise, as long as the rope was tied. Then, Zeta Jones was like a cuckoo in another bird's nest, desperate to monopolize the nest. One had to know that even when she was passionate, she was very good at teasing him. Even if she wanted to say something, as long as she sensed a change in his mood, she would immediately swallow it. She would rather let it rot in her stomach than spit it out.
Unfortunately, Adriaan was not a stupid bird who fed cuckoo chicks wholeheartedly. This little trick was really nothing. He would wait and see.
To his surprise, whether it was a date with Richel or a tour around the hotel with Zeta Jones, Gwyneth and Blanchett still maintained their cold expressions. This made Adriaan puzzled. What was the problem? This was not like their reaction.
He could not find the reason, and it was not good to ask Charlize about this kind of thing. So, Adriaan held back and responded to the changes. This stalemate lasted until October, when he left London and returned to Los Angeles. There were still many things to do there.
"I think everyone should know that CG production will begin to fully enter the film industry. The success of 'Titanic' has proved this. I think no one doubts this, right?" In the conference room, Adriaan asked.
Of course not. One had to know that the film was still hanging on the North American charts. Although it had fallen out of the top ten, it was still within the top fifteen. One had to know that the film had been released for almost five months, and the box office in North America had just exceeded 500 million. The senior executives of major film companies were still all kinds of envy when they talked about this film.
"So, what I promised you can be put on the agenda. Think about it, when our superheroes save the world in more beautiful and realistic scenes, fully and completely displaying their superpowers, how many audiences will be amazed?! DC has dominated the superhero film market for too long. Now they are finally showing signs of decline. 'Batman and Robin' released this summer is the best proof. It's time for the comic book heroes to make their debut! "Adriaan said in an affirmative tone, full of strong confidence.
The senior executives of Marvel were not too excited. In fact, they had discussed this not long after 'Titanic' was released. They discussed it again when Adriaan informed them that they could start adapting the superhero film. They had reached a full consensus that the use of CG would provide a better stage for the superhero film.
"So, Mr. Adriaan, which superhero do you think is more suitable to put on the movie screen first?" a surprised executive asked at this time.
Adriaan smiled gently, then looked at the old man, Stan Lee. "Stan, tell me, which comic book character do you like the most?"
As the original creator of several famous comic characters and one of the directors, Stan Lee was naturally qualified to participate in this kind of reminiscence. The old man's eyes were half-closed and he seemed to be dozing off, but when he heard the voice, he opened them immediately. He did not look tired at all. "My favorite?"
"Yes, your favorite." Adriaan nodded. "Or should I say …"
"Peter Parker!" Before he could give a further hint, Stan Lee had already shouted, "I can't think of anyone more likable than this young man."
"That's right, Peter Parker, a standard American youth with all the strengths and weaknesses of ordinary people, Spiderman." Adriaan clapped his hands gently.
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