sinovels Chapter 40 Premiere
Chapter 40 Premiere
"Satisfied?"
Inside the Cadillac, Connery turned to Ernst and gave him a captivating, seductive smile; his gaze seemed capable of melting a person's bones.
The next second, she slumped into Ernst's arms like a boneless mollusk, exuding charm.
Her jade-like hands were anything but honest; they would casually caress and tease the little brother who had sounded the retreat, almost to the point of openly mounting his horse and going at it again.
Ernst was not about to yield to such provocation, and with a slightly punitive gesture, he pinched Connery's pert buttocks hard.
Connery gave a coquettish laugh, and her arms immediately wrapped around Ernst's neck like an octopus. With a twist, she sat comfortably in his lap. Her pretty face was pressed tightly against Ernst's shoulder, and with each breath, her warm breath seeped into Ernst's neck.
That feeling was absolutely terrifying.
"Weren't you more satisfied just now?"
"Yeah?"
Connery breathed softly and deliberately kissed Ernst's ear.
This sent a jolt through Ernst's body, like an electric shock, and he almost cried out in pleasure.
Connery saw all of this, and a giggle immediately filled the car. Her alluring charm made Ernst's heart itch.
She was such a beauty that Ernst couldn't help but adore her.
After touring the Bay Area and returning to Mountain View, I checked Google again. Ernst had been back in Los Angeles for a week.
During this period, he first recruited Jessica, the water sprite, and then transformed into a Hollywood mentor, guiding two young newcomers who were eager to make a name for themselves in Hollywood.
However, the most important thing was the meeting with Eric.
Eric was efficient; Blackwater had been established and twelve of his former Navy SEAL comrades had been recruited.
What pleased Ernst the most were the two bodyguards Eric had found for him.
Both men were former Navy SEALs, one in black and one in white. When they stood there, Ernst almost thought the legendary Black Wind Duo had returned to the battlefield.
Ernst requested six people, and Eric said he would continue to help him find suitable candidates.
After signing the employment contract, the two upgraded Ernst's security from the inside out.
First, there's the house. Their Montecito residence was turned into a cage by the two of them, with a bunch of surveillance and alarm devices installed, so that even a mosquito flying in could be detected.
Another thing is the car I'm driving now. It's a used car. The reason I bought a used car is to save time on modifications and to overuse it before the new car was delivered.
After everything was over, Ernst thought he could finally get a good night's sleep, but little did he know that the enchantress in his arms would come to deliver food to his door.
The other party didn't deliver takeout from afar for no reason; it was for today's movie press conference.
The film "The Man from Earth" premiered today. Although it was a low-budget production, it has garnered much attention as the first project Ernst finalized after taking over MGM.
Ernst knew perfectly well that these reporters weren't there to support him; they were clearly just waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
He could practically picture it all: if the film's quality didn't meet his standards, those reporters would be like sharks smelling blood, magnifying the film's flaws and relentlessly mocking him, this rising Hollywood mogul, until he was completely overwhelmed.
Ernst was actually happy to see this happen; from another perspective, it just boosted the buzz.
Without spending a single penny, the publicity effect was comparable to spending tens of millions of dollars. Even negative publicity is still publicity, so this was a worthwhile investment.
Ernst, the absolute star of the premiere, received an absurdly high level of exposure. Connery probably saw this and came to reserve his spot last night.
Ernst adhered to the principle of equivalent exchange, and from last night until he set off this afternoon, the clothes hadn't been worn properly; they were basically in a state of being abandoned.
With one arm around the beauty's soft body and the other stroking his fair and smooth thigh, this was the kind of life he wanted to enjoy.
Connery didn't get out of Ernst's arms, panting, until the car entered Hollywood Boulevard. While fixing her makeup, she didn't forget to roll her eyes at Ernst.
As night falls on Hollywood, the neon signs along the Walk of Fame light up one after another, reflecting the starry sky above.
At the National Centre for the Performing Arts, a red carpet stretched out from the theater entrance, gleaming brilliantly under the spotlights, resembling a dazzling red galaxy.
As soon as Ernst opened the car door, before he had even fully gotten out, the flashbulbs on the lights, as if they had all planned it, suddenly illuminated the entire sky.
Connery, with her arm around Ernst's shoulder, wore a custom-made haute couture gown, swaying gracefully with every step she took.
Her charm captivated everyone around her, leaving them mesmerized.
Although Ernst wasn't wearing a suit, he had a good physique and stood there, looking handsome and exuding gentlemanly charm in every gesture.
When the two walk together, many people can't help but think of the phrase "golden couple".
There's no problem with him being a golden boy; Ernst is confident he'll be rich enough.
"Jade Girl"? That's not wrong, but the word "yu" is debatable.
The cast of "The Man from Earth" doesn't have many idol stars. Apart from a few veteran actors, most of the other actors are dream chasers struggling at the bottom of Hollywood, so there are naturally no fans cheering them on set.
In fact, the premiere had an eerie atmosphere from the very beginning.
First, let's talk about the scale of the film. Holding a premiere for such a low-budget film is practically unheard of. Ernst and MGM have set a precedent. I bet their peers are secretly complaining that they're foolish and have too much money.
Looking at the scene, this small film actually attracted a huge amount of media attention. There were more reporters than at the press conference of some big-budget movies. If you didn't know better, you would think that a director of Spielberg's caliber was bringing a blockbuster.
There was little fan support or screaming.
Aside from the flashing lights and reporters' questions, it was practically silent.
"Ernst, are you confident in this film?" a reporter asked first.
"Of course, I believe in my creative talent," Ernst replied with certainty.
It's no secret that he wrote the script for "The Man from Earth," and it's been a hot topic ever since filming began.
Many people are waiting to see him fail, wanting to know if his screenwriting skills are as impressive as his novel writing skills.
"What about the box office? Can you make a prediction?"
Ernst stopped and pretended to ponder for a moment before saying in a serious tone, "Two hundred million US dollars globally should be no problem, of course, I would be even happier if it could reach three hundred million US dollars."
These words immediately caused an uproar at the scene, with discussions erupting like waves.
Reporters frantically scribbled notes in their notebooks, their cameras practically shoving Ernst in the face, afraid of missing his brimming confidence.
"Mr. Ernst, this is the script you wrote. Isn't it a bit too pessimistic?"
With a production cost of one million US dollars and a global box office forecast of two hundred million US dollars, they are actually pessimistic.
Did Ernst not know what these entertainment reporters were thinking? They probably wished they could say something that would break box office records.
The higher your predicted box office, the bigger the fall will be, and the more ridicule you'll face.
"Pessimistic? Then give me your box office prediction."
The young reporter who asked the question looked embarrassed and immediately wilted; he dared not say anything.
Will I end up becoming a nationally known idiot like Ernst, and be ridiculed along with everyone else?
While the other party was still in a daze and the surrounding reporters were urging him on, Ernst led Connery into the theater.
This was his first time visiting this theater, and he looked around like a curious child.
Connery, however, was in no mood to appreciate his surroundings and asked curiously, "Do you really think this movie will gross over two hundred million dollars? Isn't that a bit too far-fetched?"
After she opened her mouth, she realized how stupid her question was; the other party was just playing with those reporters.
"Want to make a bet?" Ernst asked with a wicked grin, leaning closer.
The beautiful woman paused for a moment, then a smile played on her lips. "What's the bet?"
"You win, MGM will give you an A-list production starring her. If you lose..."
Ernst leaned close to Connery's ear, and Connery's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple. He said coquettishly, "You're a pervert!"