Chapter 528

"… 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. All kinds of topics about Oscar Wilde.

"So what do you think?" Richel, who was gently chewing the food, suddenly asked.

"Oh?" Adriaan raised his eyebrows.

"Do you think everything has a price tag?" She asked carelessly, as if it was intentional.

Adriaan chuckled and took a sip of red wine, "In theory, yes."

"So you're saying that anyone can be bribed?" Rachel lowered her eyes and continued to ask.

"In theory, yes," Adriaan replied without hesitation.

"Then, what kind of price would make you betray your best friend, Claude?" Rachel raised her head, took a deep breath, and gathered her courage to look him in the eye. There was a hint of mockery in her tone, as if she had found a breakthrough.

"Who knows? First, the other party has to give me a suitable price. Second, he has to show that he has the ability to complete the transaction. Only then will I evaluate him," Adrian said lightly, looking at her with a playful gaze.

"Show the ability to complete the transaction." Rachel frowned slightly, showing a puzzled expression.

"Of course. For example, if I want to rule the world and live forever, then the other party will have to prove that he can make me rule the world and live forever. Only then will I consider it, right?" Adrian chuckled.

"Sorry, I don't understand." Rachel put down the knife and fork in her hand, as if she did not understand what he was saying.

"Sorry, I don't understand." Richel put down the knife and fork in her hand, as if she didn't understand what he was saying. 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? "Adrian said unhurriedly.

Rachel couldn't help but gape.

"Let me give you another example. If someone told a fanatical idealist who wished for the world to be at peace forever that he could fulfill his wish, but at the cost of killing his wife, parents, and children, do you think he would agree?" Adrian continued to smile playfully.

"That's impossible. No one can do that." Rachael, who had been stunned for a few seconds, raised his voice.

Adriaan immediately added. "Now that he has proven that he can do it, such as turning the German army into nothing 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. "Remember, we're talking about logic." Adrian quickly added, "Now that he has proven that he can do it. For example, with a wave of his hand, he can turn the entire German army into nothingness. For example, with a wave of his hand, he can make a warring country suddenly calm down. Do you think they will agree or not?" Adrian leisurely took another sip of red wine. "Pay attention, we are talking about logic."

"No, you just don't believe it, because no one can do something that goes beyond common sense."

"No, you just don't believe it, because no one can do something that surpasses common sense." But what about the truth? If someone can fulfill your biggest wish, and the price is only to have 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's proven it, and 99% of people will choose to agree. Not 100% because they don't want to be absolute. Just like how it's impossible for someone like me to exist in this world. " If there really is someone who can fulfill your greatest 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 return to the other party after you die. He has proven this point, then 99% of people will choose to agree. Not 100% because they don't want to be absolute, just like there will never be a person like me in this world. "

"I know what you want to say, my dear Richel. We still have feelings, right?"

"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 factor. Although feelings are intense, they come and go quickly. No matter how strong the emotional impact is, sooner or later, people will calm down. When they calm down, they will analyze the gains and losses. "Adriaan put down his glass and spread his hands.

Richel, who bit her lower lip, finally lowered her head in frustration. Although she graduated from Cambridge, she was not good at acting. She was 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 wouldn't prove anything. It would only make the other party a bigger 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've said before, you can't be too absolute. 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 was still smiling, in Richel's eyes, it was abominable.

"Now, do you understand?" Adriaan unceremoniously lifted her chin and frivolously stroked her neck with a finger.

After persisting for dozens of seconds, her eyes finally showed a look of surrender. In his relationship with this woman who had a strong sadomasochistic love knot deep in her heart, this situation was not the first time. Richel seemed to like to immerse in this mood of destruction when all her fantasies were shattered by him.

Every time this happened, great passion would erupt in the midst of lust. 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 this level. I don't want to bring out some defective products for you." Zeta Jones' eyes were curved, 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 walked into the kitchen happily 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 inside 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 the main dishes tonight were all seafood and pine nuts, Zeta Jones' intention of asking him to stay for dinner was self-evident.

This woman was very bold. Although she had 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 then stepped out from inside. She was wearing a simple dress before, but now, she was wearing a white shirt, tight pants, and small boots. In particular, the shirt was slightly transparent, and the neckline 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 twisted 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 had gotten 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. Even when she was passionate, she would tease 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. Let's 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 went wrong? 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. He left London and returned to Los Angeles, where there were still many things to do.

"I think everyone should know that CG production will begin to fully enter the film industry. The success of 'Titanic' has proved this point. I think no one doubts this, right?" In the conference room, Adriaan asked.

Of course not. After all, the film was still on the North American charts. Although it had fallen out of the top ten, it was still within the top fifteen. After all, the film had been released for almost five months, and the North American box office had just exceeded 500 million. The senior executives of major film companies were still envious when this film was mentioned.

"So, the thing 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 movie market for too long. Now, they are finally showing signs of weakness. The release of "Batman and Robin" this summer is the best proof. It's time for a comic book hero to make an appearance! "Adrian said in an affirmative tone, full of strong confidence.

The executives at 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 consensus that the use of CG would provide a better stage for superhero films.

"So, Mr. Adriaan, which superhero do you think is more suitable to put on the movie screen first?" a surprised executive asked.

Adriaan smiled gently and 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.