But the next moment, Irma came to her senses. No, his World Faction Performing Arts was also the greatest performing arts monograph in human history!
He had forcibly elevated the performing arts to a whole new level!
Erma Watson squeezed her satchel, which contained the second volume of "World Faction".
She had bought a big gift pack of the hardback book, which cost 29.9 US dollars along with the movie tickets. It was now out of print.
She had finished reading the first volume and was now eagerly reading the second volume.
The theory in the book was a little difficult for her to understand. This was because her attitude was different from that of ordinary people. Ordinary people could treat such a book as a novel or a reading book, but she was different. She was a professional actress. After discovering the meaning of the book, she treated it with the attitude she had when she was in university.
She required herself to have a deep understanding of every paragraph in the book, which made her study slower than ordinary people.
She even felt that she might have to read it five or six times.
Apart from the second volume of World Faction, she also had a notebook wrapped in calf leather in her bag. It was filled with her notes. She felt that she might have to fill another five or six notebooks.
Although she had not finished reading World Faction, as a professional actress, Irma's intuition told her that the Chinese Chen Guang's achievements in the performing arts should also be world-class, not inferior to his achievements in the piano.
Irma walked out of the cafe unknowingly. Looking at the people outside, her mind fell into endless confusion. Was there really such a great person in this world?
Was that Chinese man sent by God to rule the arts?
If one day he suddenly said that he wanted to paint, and his paintings were comparable to Da Vinci's or Van Gogh's, wouldn't it be too surprising?
I almost forgot that he did know how to sculpt, but it was just a subcategory of sculpture called micro-sculpture.
At that moment, Chen Guang did not know that he had successfully made Irma Watson a fan. He was sitting in his hotel room, feeling extremely pained. His face looked as if he had eaten three pounds of flies.
He really did not know how much the Oscar judges in Eaton Manor feared him if he did not personally ask around.
That Malfoy Bentler even stood up for the keynote concert with Brosnan.
You can do it. You really can.
Buddy, I'm going to double click 666 100 times.
"Boss, what's the situation?"
Fang Tianyu opened the door and poked his head in. "Let's not talk about it. How about going downstairs for dinner?"
Chen Guang turned his head and looked at Fang's head. "I say, Xiao Fang, if I directly state the price and spread the word that I'll get 100,000 USD for every hour I talk to you, will those big shots come?"
Fang Tianyu shook his head like a rattle-drum. "No! Absolutely not! "
Chen Guang asked, "Why?"
Fang Tianyu pinched his fingers and calculated. "In North America, a foreign supermodel would usually accompany a foreign woman to eat and play. This price is going to make people think the wrong way!"
"F * ck! Your way of thinking is too that! "
"But didn't Donald Joshtein run naked just now? Isn't it normal for others to think that you're interested in old chrysanthemums? "
Chen Guang silently looked at Fang Tianyu's face, not saying a word for a long time.
Fang Tianyu turned and ran away. "Boss, I'll get someone to send you dinner later!"
Chen Guang shouted from behind, "Come back here! There's something else! "
After waiting for a few minutes, Fang Tianyu mustered up the courage to open the door again.
Chen Guang sighed. "There's no other way. Prepare a night suit for me."
"F * ck, boss, are you serious? You'll get a heavy sentence! "
Chen Guang looked at Fang Tianyu as if he wanted to eat him alive. "What the f * ck are you thinking about? What do you know? I'm going to make a dirty deal with them! "
Fang Tianyu trembled violently. "Oh … oh my god!"
Chen Guang realized that he had said the wrong thing. "Don't f * cking think about it! I'm not talking about that kind of dirty deal! "
"No … it's okay, boss. I won't laugh at you."
"Are you tired of living? I just want to talk to them! "
"Okay, okay! Boss, I'll go do something first! "
In the end, Fang Tianyu turned and ran away.
Chen Guang felt that after he was done with this matter and returned to China, he must find a suitable reason to improve the fighting skills of his four great warriors, especially Fang Tianyu and Lu Xiaoliang, who were in cahoots with each other.
This is for your own good. If you follow me, you'll definitely be hated by others. If you train your skills better, you won't be beaten up by others on the streets.
This is for your own good.
Just as he was complaining, Fang Tianyu came back.
Chen Guang laughed sinisterly. "Yo, come, Fang Tianyu. I suddenly feel that it's easy to make enemies when you follow me. Stick your head in here. I'll give you a buff and teach you some self-defense skills."
Fang Tianyu would not fall for this trick. "Boss, I don't want eight blessings. There's a beauty outside who wants to see you."
Chen Guang's expression brightened. "Who is it? Are their breasts big? Is their figure good? Is it expensive? "
Fang Tianyu: "…"
Five minutes later, Chen Guang met an unexpected person in the living room of the suite. It was Irma Watson.
He did not expect this girl to follow him here, and was very surprised. After all, in his eyes, although his disguise was clumsy, his world-class acting skills at that time were flawless.
Irma Watson could not have broken free from the boundaries of his acting skills. How did she see through him?
Chen Guang sized up Irma, and Irma sized up Chen Guang.
"Mr. Chen, I didn't see through you. I only found you because of my intuition as an actor. Your performance in Brosnan's Café was impeccable. It was not until I saw your fingers that I was sure that Blake and Wright were the same person. Darkness and Light. Mr. Chen, you really know how to name yourself. "
To his surprise, Irma spoke first and dispelled Chen Guang's doubts.
Chen Guang shrugged. "Fine. A woman's intuition is really the most powerful mirror in the world."
"Mirror? What's that? "
"You can think of it as Harry Potter's anti-magic spell."
Irma smiled. "I'm not Irma Watson."
Chen Guang nodded. "I know. What can I do for you? You're not mocking me on behalf of William Jones, are you? I remember you are his friend. "
Irma shook her head and combed her long brown hair. "I don't know Mr. Jones very well. Attending his premiere was just a task that my grandfather gave me."
"Who's your grandfather?"
"James Watson."
Chen Guang raised his eyebrows. "Sounds like a big shot."
Irma nodded. "He used to be, but not anymore. My grandfather is the former chairman of the Oscar committee."
Chen Guang's interest was piqued. He did not expect Irma to be so direct. "So what's your purpose in looking for me?"
Irma suddenly became excited. "Mr. Chen, before I met you in the coffee shop, I was reading your World Pie. I don't care what other people think of you, but I feel that if you really wrote this book, your achievements in the performing arts are unprecedented!"
Although Chen Guang was often fawned on by others, he felt a little embarrassed when he was fawned on by an international friend. Furthermore, it was a long-haired lady who wasn't particularly stunning. Furthermore, she was the granddaughter of the previous Chairman of the Academy Awards.
"Ms. Watson, you have good taste!"
Irma covered her mouth and laughed. "Mr. Chen, you are as straightforward as people say. I used to think that you were rude, but now I understand that your confidence stems from your achievements. It's not rude."
Chen Guang nodded. "That's right! Those who look down on me are blind! "
Irma Watson nodded. "That's right. My grandfather is also senile!"
"I especially admire people who put righteousness before family. You can't lose justice just because of friendship!"
Irma nodded again. "That's right! Also, I heard your performance in the coffee shop today. Do you know what they said about you after you left? "
Chen Guang chuckled. "Irma, you're too polite. Just call me Wright. What did they say about me?"
"They said that Mr. Chen is the greatest pianist in the last hundred years!"
"You flatter me. I don't deserve it."
Chen Guang was not being modest at all. He was just a human jukebox. Asking him to compose was asking for his life. The greatest pianist lived up to his name, but being an artist was a waste.
"Wright, you know how to be modest! But I feel that ever since you came to America, you've been treated unfairly! I think this can't go on. It will become a stain on the history of art! "
Finally, Irma spoke the words that Chen Guang wanted to hear the most.
Chen Guang let out a long sigh. "Why didn't I know you earlier! There are so few reasonable Americans like you, Irma! I came to Princeton for this purpose, but they didn't want to see me! I'm so upset that I can't sleep! "
Irma suddenly felt uneasy. "My grandpa's worries are not unreasonable. After all, Mr. Joshtan, he …"
"Don't say anymore. This is the idiot Donald's own decision! If he had told me earlier that he planned to fulfill his promise, I would have been the first to jump out and stop him! "
Chen Guang then told him about the bet between Donald Joshtan and Tang Xiao.
After Irma heard that, he could not help but laugh hysterically after holding it in for a long time. He only managed to catch his breath after a while and said, "In other words, this is Mr. Joshtan's own decision?"
"Nonsense! His body is so bad! Who wants to see him naked! "
"Then you're really screwed by Mr. Joshtan."
"Of course! This is the biggest setback I've ever experienced since I started my career. "
Irma suddenly stood up and clenched her fists. "So, Wright, I want to help you."
If Chen Guang was not afraid that he would accidentally attract girls abroad, he would have hugged her by the waist.
This was the only real human warmth that he had encountered since he started his career in the North American film industry!
"Wait a minute, I'll call my grandpa and ask him to come here."
Chen Guang was puzzled. "Mr. Watson is also in Princeton?"
"Yes, grandpa is in the castle."
Chen Guang looked down at the celebrity encyclopedia on his phone. "He likes to wear Mickey Mouse underwear."
"Uh … Yes, Wright, how did you know?"
Chen Guang silently covered his face. I really don't want to know. That's the nightmare of my life.
After waiting for about an hour, Chen Guang and Irma had dinner together. James Watson finally arrived, but he refused to meet in the hotel room. He insisted on meeting in the park opposite the hotel.
Helpless, Chen Guang and Irma went downstairs side by side. They sat on a bench in the park for a full twenty minutes before the old man sneaked out.
In fact, Chen Guang already knew that he was hiding behind a bush not far away, secretly looking at him. However, he could not drag him out.
"Irma, come over here. Stay away from him!"
Old James stood five meters away like a retired agent, waving at Irma from afar. At the same time, he looked at Chen Guang with a guarded expression.
The two had to spend a full ten minutes to dispel Old James' suspicions. He burst out laughing like Irma.
At the same time, Chen Guang felt that the laughter of the two of them had been passed down from generation to generation. It was as if they were sawing wood.
"Mr. Watson, I really don't have any bad intentions. I really want to do something for the film industry. You can think that I'm shameless, but I feel that I've already shown enough sincerity and respect for the Oscars by writing World's Pie and making Women. This award is very important to me. It's a matter of life and death. I can't wait a year."
Chen Guang and Old James struggled to explain.
But Old James had obviously not seen World's Pie or Women. Although he had his granddaughter as a middleman, he still looked doubtful.
Irma, who was next to him, was furious. "My dear grandpa! What did you teach me in the past? If you want to question something, you have to understand it first! You also told me not to discriminate against others just because their skin color is darker than ours! Obama and Bush are both our presidents! But why did you suspect Mr. Chen just because of his skin color? "
Old James blushed at Irma's words. He waved his hands and said, "Okay, okay. It's eight o 'clock in the evening. There will be a screening of' Women 'in half an hour. Why don't we go and watch it now?"
Irma was overjoyed. "Grandpa, you seem to know a lot about the screening schedule for Women."
Old James sighed. "How could I not? The box office of this movie today has almost broken 50 million US dollars! The movies made by our peers are almost suffocating from the pressure. "
Chen Guang was shocked. "It's even higher than yesterday? That's impossible! "
Old James looked back at him. "Even you don't think it's possible, let alone us. Forget it. Let's go and see."
Two hours and forty minutes later, Chen Guang and Irma walked out of the cinema with Old James on each side.
Poor Old James. As a veteran director, his understanding of movies was far beyond that of ordinary people. That was why he fell deeper than those medical experts and piano masters.
The three of them walked all the way to the brightly lit park before Old James suddenly let out a shout.
"God! My dear God! Jesus, why didn't I see this great movie fifty years earlier! Let me see Wright Chen's great performance earlier! Oh my god! I just want to kneel down to the great Wright Chen! What kind of stupid mistake did I make?! "
Chen Guang really blushed this time.
Cultured people are really different. They're really good at flattering people.
I'm about to fly into the sky.
It really wasn't easy for me. I finally found a breakthrough.
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