Huayu, can you be called the best actor if you don’t indulge yourself?

Chapter 641 First Test of Skill
A trend on the internet.

The situation is currently unknown to Li Luo and the others.

At this moment, they are driving to John F. Kennedy International Airport.

Celebration banquet.

This thing doesn't exist.

As for parties, they are definitely a must.

But all of this...

It has nothing to do with Li Luo and the others.

Even though Emmanuel was very interested in introducing Li Luo to a few supermodels, his immediate priority was to fly to Los Angeles and, after a night's rest, begin filming "Valentine's Day".

There are many people like him heading to the airport.

This includes Taylor Swift, who is at the center of the storm.

From the moment Taylor stepped out of the concert hall, she was followed by excited reporters in cars through the bustling streets, staging a dramatic chase.

They were surrounded when they arrived at the airport.

On stage, it seemed like a perfect ending, but that was just the resolution of the issues between Taylor and Beyoncé.

As for Kanye.

It's far from over.

Everyone knew this was a major news story that would shock the entire United States, representing viewership ratings, sales, and also promotions and hefty bonuses, making it impossible for reporters not to go crazy.

Escorted by bodyguards.

Taylor got out of the car with a blank expression, wearing sunglasses.

Reporters immediately swarmed in with cameras and video recorders, disrupting the defenses that the bodyguards had managed to maintain.

"Tyler."

How are you feeling right now?

"Please, do you have anything you want to say to Kanye right now?"

"Taylor, Taylor."

"I'm sorry for the unexpected situation you just encountered. Is there anything you can say about it? And the Asian man who blocked Kanye earlier, did you know each other before?"

The scene was like a complete mess.

The flashing lights and the reporters' chatter completely overwhelmed Taylor.

Let alone respond!
I couldn't even hear what they were saying.

Taylor was like a canoe struggling to move forward in a stormy sea. Even with sunglasses on, he was dizzy from the flashing lights and had no idea where he was.

"But I'm going to say it!"

"I have to say that Beyoncé's videotapes are the best ever made, she's the best ever!!!"

"But I'm going to say it!"

"I have to say that Beyoncé's videotapes are the best ever made, she's the best ever!!!"

"But I'm going to say it!"

"I have to say that Beyoncé's videotapes are the best ever made, she's the best ever!!!"

"Whoo~"

In the bedroom.

Suddenly, a rapid, panting sound rang out.

The blonde girl lying in bed was suddenly awakened from her sleep, panting heavily, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

The Los Angeles night streamed in through the window, landing on her still-shaken face.

Pinching the palm with fingertips.

He strained so hard that the veins on the back of his hand bulged out.

all of these.
I'm not dreaming.

The words that just echoed in my ears were not an illusion either.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Taylor stared blankly at the night outside the window.

The hustle and bustle of New York had faded away, and what appeared before her eyes was the tranquil night view of Los Angeles, but she still couldn't calm down, even though her parents comforted her that all of this was a gift from life.

The agent also said it was of great help to his career.

You can gain a lot of sympathy points.

That's right.

These are all true.

But the humiliation he suffered in public was real, and even lying in bed, he still felt an extremely strong sense of insecurity, with those harsh words still echoing in his mind.

This caused nightmares that woke me up.

Sniffed.

Taylor closed her eyes tightly again.

In a daze, a tall figure appeared before her. Although the figure was turned away from her so that she couldn't see its face, the sight of that imposing figure alone made her feel inexplicably at ease.

"Jesus."

A frustrated sigh echoed in the dimly lit room, followed by a loud slapping of the forehead.

damn it.

I had completely forgotten to thank the other person.

God!

I was so rude!
Feeling extremely frustrated, Taylor tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep once again.

A morning breeze blows through Beverly Hills.

As the first rays of sunlight bathed the white house in the Bird Street community in a golden glow, Li Luo woke up from his bed, feeling refreshed and full of energy.

He tucked Christine in, then quickly rolled out of bed.

Come to the window.

He stretched out a long, lazy yawn.

Birds fluttered in the treetops outside the window, and the slightly desolate yet beautiful scenery of the Beverly Ridge came into view.

A colorful surfboard stands in the corner of the bedroom.

It adds a West Coast vibe to the interior.

It has to be said that this is an excellent decorative piece, especially since the surfboard displays information such as the Teen Choice Awards and Sexiest Male Actor, making it a perfect item to show off.

This surfboard.

Christine accepted it on her behalf at the time.

After the other party took it back, they casually put it in the corner of the bedroom.

Li Luo smiled, picked up the surfboard, weighed it in his hand, and thought that he should find time to hang it up in the living room. It would be too boring to hide it in the bedroom; it would be more interesting for guests to see it.

"Li~~~"

A soft, sweet voice rang out.

"Good morning."

Putting down the flashy surfboard, Li Luo returned to the bedside and pinched her tender, pretty face: "I'm going to the film set to shoot today. We'll have dinner together after I finish filming."

"OK."

The little foreign girl wasn't fully awake yet, and groggily rubbed against his hand: "Remember to come back soon, Christine will miss you."

He smiled and gently pinched the other person's straight nose.

Li Luo went into the bathroom.

After he finished washing up, an exhausted Christine had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Go downstairs.

Headed straight to the garage.

First, Li Luo enthusiastically circled the bright red Ferrari F430 Spider convertible parked inside, then made a phone call, and soon the engine roared as it sped along the Beverly Hills.

Unique sound waves echoed through the mountains.

A red phantom flickers.

Li Luo held the steering wheel with one hand and comfortably put his sunglasses on his face.

Dressed in fine clothes and riding a spirited horse.

I reckon it will look like this!
As the red Ferrari roared along, Beverly's wife kept appearing on the roadside, jogging or walking her dog, her blonde hair swaying, her plump buttocks jiggling, and her bulging sports vest.

Make the mornings in Los Angeles even more vibrant.

No rush to the film set.

It's only 6 a.m., and there are still three hours until I can report to the crew.

Filming in Hollywood is so comfortable.

It's similar to going to work.

As long as I arrive on set at the agreed time, it doesn't matter whether there's work for me or not. Once I'm there, you have to calculate my working hours, and there are strict limits on the daily shooting time.

Filming timed out.

They have to pay me overtime.

If the overtime is too severe, many actors won't want to play with you even if you offer overtime pay.

Filming is just a job.

But work shouldn't be everything in life.

When Li Luo first came to film "Twilight", he was very uncomfortable with the filming rhythm of having nothing to do in the morning and being bored to death in the room at night.

And now.

It's become so familiar that it's become second nature.

Turn the steering wheel.

The Ferrari slowly pulled up in front of the bungalows by the roadside. Under the sign for the Bunker Fight Club, a black Chevrolet Suburban was parked, with a very familiar license plate number.

Close the door.

Li Luo casually walked in, swinging his car keys.

"come on!"

"Hurry up, hurry up."

"Jab".

"Go Mark, take him down!"

I just entered the house.

Li Luo then heard urgent shouts.

Two boxers, dressed in boxing gear, were fighting in a ring in the corner of the room. The light from the high window slanted down on them, and their muscular bodies glistened with sweat.

On the large sofa next to me.

Connor and Irving were swinging their fists with all their might, looking even more excited than the people in the ring.

Of course.

There were more than just a few of them at the scene.

Several blonde, blue-eyed Western women wearing sports vests and shorts sat on the sofa or scattered around the ring, cheering on the two fighters.

This scene.

Li Luo looked on with utter contempt.

Wahlberg needs to hire a bunch of beautiful cheerleaders just to work out in the morning. Seriously.
They really know how to enjoy life!

“Sir.”

The blonde receptionist stopped Li Luo in his tracks, smiling but looking at him warily: "I'm very sorry, this place is only open to members."

It's also a sports vest.

The thunderbolt was so full it seemed about to burst out.

His legs were straight.

She's so ugly she could kill someone.

The extremely short hot pants tightly hugged her full, perky buttocks, and you could feel their amazing elasticity just by looking at them.

"Yo~"

Dodging the whistling fist, Wahlberg noticed the figure appearing in the doorway and quickly raised his glove-clad arm high: "Linda, remember Lee, he's my friend."

"plum?"

"Oh, here comes that man!"

Wahlberg's shouts caught the attention of Irving and Connor. The chubby boy quickly turned around and sprang up from the sofa, pulling on his baseball cap.

"Feel sorry."

Linda saw this.

They quickly moved aside to make way.

He looked Li Luo up and down with a curious gaze.

Suddenly, the girl thought of something, and the excited light in her eyes intensified.

"It's ok."

Li Luo smiled and nodded at the blonde woman, then strode over to Owen and Connor, exchanging high-fives and fist bumps in quick succession.

"Look who this is?"

After exchanging greetings, Irving excitedly pulled out a newspaper from behind him.

Li Luo squinted and looked over, only to find himself, Taylor, and Kanye standing in the most prominent spot on the front page, with a tense atmosphere about to break out.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

It's not just about making headlines anymore.

While waiting at a traffic light, he casually opened Twitter and was surprised to find that he had gained hundreds of thousands of followers overnight, and the comment section of his posts was completely flooded by Taylor's fans.

The comments section was filled with all sorts of expressions of gratitude to themselves.

The number of people following.

It's still rising rapidly.

The commotion startled him.

"How about it?"

Connor, however, was focused on something else entirely. The chubby boy grinned broadly: "Did Swift give you her phone number, or did you two have a wonderful date last night?"

They were afraid of being overheard by the people around them.

The guy chuckled and lowered his voice, looking as sleazy as could be.

"Yes."

Li Luo nodded earnestly and said very sincerely:

“We even took a private jet to Paris for a romantic date, then flew to Egypt to have breakfast while looking at the pyramids, before rushing over to meet you guys, you damn f***ers.”

What kind of date is this?

Taylor Swift is probably in a terrible mess right now; the pop star probably doesn't even remember who she is anymore.

It's nothing more than standing in front and helping to block them.

That's it.

Li Luo didn't think much of it. Seeing Connor's face quickly go from full of longing to blank stare, Owen couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Ignore this idiot."

Mark Wahlberg leaned out from under the ropes and bumped fists with him: "This is my friend's place, feel free to treat it like your own home. Also, great job last night."

"If necessary."

“I’ll help you give Kanye a good kick in the ass.”

Passion is essential.

Wahlberg wouldn't allow himself to be unenthusiastic.

The Hangover grossed over $500 million worldwide, becoming the highest-grossing R-rated comedy film of all time. Mark Wahlberg, the film's lead actor, reversed his previous slump.

Not only did they regain their position as Hollywood A-listers, but they also enjoyed a period of great success.

To know.

This film directly broke his highest box office record to date.

What they gained from this was not just fame.

In terms of interests.

Our charismatic young man also reaped great rewards.

Because Wahlberg voluntarily lowered his salary to an extremely low level, the producers of "The Hangover" readily agreed to the box office revenue sharing terms offered by Emmanuel.

With the movie becoming a bestseller.

Wahlberg's share of the box office revenue exceeded 30 million US dollars.

He made a fortune.

Now, The Hangover Part II is scheduled to be filmed next year, and the acting contract has been officially signed. In the sequel, Wahlberg will once again receive a salary in the tens of millions of dollars, as well as a fixed share of the box office revenue.

all of these.

His own efforts certainly played a significant role.

However, Wahlberg did not forget that he had twice treated the script of "The Hangover" as scrap paper. If it weren't for Li Luo, this movie would have had absolutely nothing to do with him.

He smiled and shook his head.

Li Luo slapped his boxing glove again with his backhand.

His arrival interrupted Wahlberg's newly started morning exercise routine.

Despite his seemingly carefree lifestyle, this guy is incredibly dedicated when it comes to physical fitness, which is why he's managed to rise to A-list status in Hollywood and maintain that position for so long.

It's impossible without strong self-control.

"follow me."

With the help of his assistant coach, Wahlberg quickly removed his boxing gloves and protective gear, then chug an energy drink and walked to the side: "This was originally for myself, but as a friend."

"I feel it's necessary for you to feel the beating heart of America."

"Don't refuse."

"This gift represents our friendship, although I feel it's far from enough!"

Li Luo was puzzled.

But she still quickly kept up with his pace.

The reason I came here so early this morning is because Wahlberg had arranged to meet me here last night, and I don't know what he had prepared for me.

We arrived at the adjacent garage.

Little Fatty Connor rubbed his hands together and excitedly snapped the lights on.

Incandescent light quickly dispelled the darkness in the room.

In the middle of the garage, a car was lying there, its appearance obscured by a car cover, but it was still clear that the car was extremely wide, about the size of a small boat.

"This is a ferocious beast."

Wahlberg strode over to the back of the car and gestured for Owen to grab the car cover with him: "It took me a whole year to modify it, I hope you like it!"

The two quickly grabbed the car cover and pulled it back.

With this action.

Li Luo couldn't help but hold her breath.

A dark, gleaming car was lying quietly on the ground. Its shape was square and wide, with a stylish sloping roof. It looked like it didn't belong to this era.

It lacks the aerodynamic beauty of a Ferrari.

It can have an impact.

But it was even worse for Li Luo.

He could almost see the car's tires billowing white smoke, roaring and thundering as it sped towards the setting sun, creating a breathtaking scene in the dusty west.

"1970 Dodge Challenger".

Taking out the car keys, Wahlberg reluctantly tossed them high in the air: "It's equipped with a 7.2L V8 engine, with a rev limit of 8000rpm, and boasts a powerful 425 horsepower."

"This is its soul."

"Of course, there's also the bulletproof body and glass, and the top-quality Italian handcrafted leather sofa."

"Top-of-the-line car audio system, car refrigerator."

"Everything."

Looking at the mechanical monster lying on the ground, Wahlberg exclaimed, "It retains the most traditional soul while bringing the latest enjoyment to everything. This is the car every man dreams of."

A car key soaring into the air.

Li Luo caught him.

With Wahlberg nodding in acknowledgment, he excitedly went to the driver's seat and opened the door.

Two doors and four seats.

Let's ignore the space behind it for now.

The front seats are instantly comfortable to sit in, and the exquisite wooden steering wheel feels extremely smooth to the touch, yet it doesn't slip.

There was no time to look around.

Li Luo inserted the key into the keyhole and gently turned it down.

The car shook.

A deep, muffled growl immediately echoed in the garage, making everyone's heart race.

Upon hearing this noise...

A smile bloomed on Li Luo's face.

As for Wahlberg and the others, needless to say, even though it wasn't the first time they had seen the car, they still couldn't help but circle around it and examine it closely.

This movement.

This also attracted foreign women from outside.

Exclamations sounded one after another.

"Hey."

Another blonde woman eagerly leaned over the passenger window, shamelessly displaying her ample breasts: "This is a real jerk, can I take it for a spin?"

She has a pretty face.

It was none other than the receptionist who had stopped him earlier.

"Hahaha."

Li Luo patted the oily steering wheel and couldn't help but burst into laughter inside the car.

How much is it worth in terms of money?

Not important at all.

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Luo stretched his hand out the window and shook hands firmly with Wahlberg before the excited foreign girl climbed into the car, and the engine roared out of the garage.

As we sped towards the Pacific Ocean, shimmering palm trees, golden beaches, and azure sea came into view.

We arrived at a cliff.

Only then did he finally put the car in parking gear, completely satisfied.

"Hey~"

The blonde woman stepped to the side and unceremoniously grabbed the gearshift: "If I'm not mistaken, you're Jacob from Twilight, right? I mean, you played him?"

"Yes."

Li Luo smiled and looked at the other person.

"Yes!"

The girl let out an excited whisper, her fingers quickly wrapping around the gearshift: "So, would you mind taking a test drive with me? I really loved your performance in that movie, you were so charming."

"do you know?"

“My boyfriend and I both made a list of celebrities, and you’re on my list.”

"If you encounter someone on the list."

"Then we can, you can satisfy Waterfa!!!"

The words are not finished yet.

The foreign woman suddenly burst out with profanity.

He withdrew his hand with lightning speed and stared blankly at the thriving gearshift.

next moment.

Excited screams erupted from inside the car.

The foreign girl eagerly hooked her sports vest, letting her full curves leap in the swaying sea breeze. Seeing Li Luo's satisfied smile, she then excitedly leaned to the left.

Greeting the morning sun.

The gleaming black Dodge Challenger makes its debut.

Eight fifty.

The muffled sound of an engine echoed outside the gates of a high school in Los Angeles.

Such movement.

This prompted Emmanuel to glance at him sideways.

"Waterfa!"

When he saw the person driving the old Challenger slowly approaching him, he couldn't help but curse out loud.

Familiar voice.

This successfully made Li Luo turn his head to look over.

"Ali~"

He laughed heartily and pushed his sunglasses up.

"Jesus."

Slamming his fist on the Ferrari steering wheel, Emmanuel couldn't help but curse repeatedly: "That son of a bitch Wahlberg, I offered him 500,000 to sell me this Challenger and he wouldn't sell it to me."

"They usually hide it very well, afraid that I will steal it."

"damn it."

"Am I that kind of person?"

"It's just an old car, isn't it? It's not like anyone actually likes it. I'm a Ferrari driver, damn it, did he just give you this Dodge Challenger?"

"Hahaha."

This crazy guy made Li Luo laugh so hard he kept slapping the steering wheel.

Emmanuel was really anxious.

This is an old car.

Although there are plenty of them on the market.

However, despite its meticulous modifications, it looks no different from the original car. In reality, there is only one Dodge Challenger with hidden secrets inside, and he really wanted to spend a lot of money to buy it and play with it.

He quickly stopped smiling.

Li Luo looked ahead, utterly puzzled.

Ahead of them, traffic on the entire road was almost completely blocked.

Reporters carrying long lenses and microphones could be vaguely seen gathering at the school gate. Some even went so far as to set up tall ladders, with paparazzi squatting on them to take pictures of the school.

This battle.

It can only be described as exaggerated.

"I know it's for making a movie."

Li Luo looked blankly at the Ferrari beside him, raising his eyebrows in confusion: "But aren't your entertainment reporters a bit too exaggerated? Am I really that popular now?"

"hehe."

Emmanuel gave a forced smile, his expression quickly turning extremely strange: "You'll find out soon enough, it's definitely not because of you."

"Shu~"

Just now.

The traffic jam caused a Cadillac Escalade coming from behind to come to a smooth stop in the middle of the road.

It happened to stop on the other side of the Dodge Challenger.

The sight of those paparazzi and entertainment reporters who were practically scaling the campus wall made the blonde girl sitting in the back of the Cadillac feel a slight headache. She pursed her lips tightly and looked to the side.

look.

The moment was frozen in time.

Confusion, bewilderment, and joy quickly filled his eyes.

"You, You, You".

The Cadillac Escalade's window rolled down rapidly, and the blonde girl hurriedly reached out and called out, but she didn't know what to call him, so she could only utter a hurried, ambiguous whisper to Li Luo.

Li Luoke did not lower the car window on this side; the bulletproof glass perfectly blocked out the girl's voice.

Even if he heard it, he wouldn't think it was being called.

This is America.

Even if fans saw him on the street, he wouldn't think he was Jacob, so he didn't realize anyone was calling his name. He responded to Emmanuel's words with the middle finger without any politeness.

"Boom bang bang."

Li Luo was startled when there was a sudden knock on the back window.

He quickly turned around.

A guy wearing large sunglasses was leaning straight against the car window, which startled him so much that he almost jumped, fearing that he might encounter someone blocking the road and asking to borrow some money.

It just so happened.

The road ahead is finally clear.

Li Luo stepped on the gas, and the Dodge Challenger roared forward.

Exhaust fumes drift in the wind.

The guy who suddenly appeared almost stumbled.

Staring blankly at the departing vehicle, the tall man angrily took off his sunglasses.

But with this action.

It immediately attracted attention from all directions.

"Taylor!!!"

A scream of terror shot straight into the sky.

The commotion startled passersby and reporters, who immediately swarmed over like a tide.

(End of this chapter)