Four Hundred and Sixty-Four - The Premise Is that I Don't Have Sex with You!

"Technology is the primary productive force."

Wayne, who was huddled on the sofa, muttered to himself that Marvel had already proven to him a route that he could learn from, so why bother to reset it?

If DC Batman wants to be persuasive, upgrading technology may be a way to go. Marvel can let Iron Man do this and then go to fight Thanos and his like, so why can't they let Batman, who also has the ability to make money, upgrade? Equipment and own abilities to hard steel Clark Kent?

In order to avoid appearing in the future as much as possible, it is necessary to have a sense of déjà vu with the big boss and the trumpet in the Justice League, and to provide the audience with a reasonable and convincing level.

At least Wayne can now guarantee that he will firmly hold on to the dominance of the DC series, and his position in Warner Bros. can also be avoided to a certain extent. The gang of Warner Bros. and Universal want quick success and quick profit. It was embarrassing to overtake Marvel at a corner and break my waist.

"Boss?"

The assistant lady opened the door carefully, called him softly, and asked, "Are you asleep?"

"No, have they finished cleaning up outside?"

Wayne came out of his trance, stretched out his hands and rubbed his face hard twice to regain his energy, and asked in a low voice.

Nina nodded and said, "It's almost done. Do we want to go back?"

"ok."

The assistant lady started to pack his things together, holding several file bags and notebooks, and asked: "Nami and the others went to a bar party, should we go there for a drink together?"

While adjusting his suit, Wayne thought about it for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's go back first."

The staff in the studio began to walk towards the entrance of the studio one after another. At this time, in the rest area not far from the studio, Monica Bellucci kept staring at the crowd, her eyes wandering to find her target. .

She held an expired copy of "Premiere" in her hand, and glanced at it from time to time to pass the time. Suddenly, she paused while looking at the magazine, and raised the magazine in her hand to her eyes. There was a report on it, caught her attention.

""Hollywood's Hidden Rich, the Fairytale Midas Success, Wayne Greenberg!"

"Since Hollywood entered the 1990s, a young Jewish director has broken the traditional Hollywood perception of success in the eyes of countless people. As we all know, Hollywood relies on its fine division of film labor, perfect film industry, and market acumen The extremely high degree of producer-centered system and unparalleled star-making ability continue to create box office miracles created on the Hollywood assembly line.

But Wayne Greenberg has, to a certain extent, broken Hollywood's inherent cognition. The films he produces are much different from the ordinary popcorn produced on the assembly line. With its strong black personal style, it has repeatedly achieved high box office in the North American theater market and the global theater market.

At the same time, in Wayne Greenberg, there is a vague sense of the fine division of labor in Hollywood. He is an alternative top director. Hidden behind the director is a talented screenwriter and a sharp market vision for projects. As an initiator and producer, the most important identity is that he is an excellent film company boss!

From Wayne Greenberg's continuously successful projects, if you look carefully, you will find that the investor column of many projects has the logo of Greenberg Studio, including this summer's release that just shocked everyone's attention. The Matrix. Inferring from this, he gained wealth much faster than the outside world speculated.

The continuous success of his film projects has not only continuously amassed more wealth for him, but also brought him a top position of power in Hollywood. He has become a frequent visitor to the top three in the Hollywood power list in the past two years. According to the latest information released by Warner Bros., Wayne Greenberg, the fairy-tale golden touch, is about to go to New York to start filming the second Batman movie "The Dark Knight"..."

This article is very long, and it also lists speculations about Wayne's income from each movie, as well as the constant mention of Batman Part 2. Monica Bellucci could tell that Warner Bros. used the director's name to promote the film in advance. However, the things mentioned in the article were 90% true.

Those imaginative numbers, as well as the exciting box office of each movie, seem to be the best representative of the American dream, quietly jumping on the paper.

At this moment, she discovered that her target had walked out of the studio. This time, there was no obstructive Australian female star beside her. The opportunity she had been waiting for seemed to appear just before she wanted to give up.

Monica Bellucci checked her outfit again, quickly took out a small mirror from her handbag, and after confirming that her makeup was OK, she dropped the magazine in her hand without hesitation, stood up and walked elegantly to the studio Go to the door.

It could be seen that Wayne was talking to his ordinary-looking assistant, and a tram was also driving towards their direction. The opportunity was fleeting, so she quickened her pace and clicked on her high heels. With a "click" sound, he came towards the man who had his back turned to him.

Nina, who was originally reporting on the financial problems of Blue Sky Studio, suddenly closed her mouth and stared behind her boss with strange eyes.

Just when Wayne turned around in confusion, what he saw almost made him laugh out loud. When the famous Italian actress he had observed some time ago walked up to them, the high heels under her feet seemed to stagger and turned toward him. The direction is reversed.

Shrugging, without any hesitation at all, he stretched out his hands to support the staggering woman. From the touch of the brief contact, he was able to determine that this woman not only had a bomb-like peak, but was also deliberately turned upside down towards him.

You must know that the subconscious action of a normal person falling down is always to grab anything that can be used for strength. It is never intentional to send the most prominent part of a woman to the man who is reaching out to help her.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, ah, thank you."

Monica Bellucci, who had long hair hanging over her shoulders, seemed to be frightened. After standing slightly panicked, she looked up at the man who had just supported her. "On my god! Wayne? Are you Wayne Greenberg? Oh my God, I'm a big fan of yours. I didn't expect to see you here."

"You are welcome."

His acting skills were pretty good. After letting go of the woman, Wayne folded his arms in front of his chest, gently caressed his chin with one hand, and slightly lowered his head to observe this sexy woman who was performing furiously.

She is wearing a thin camel-colored trench coat, but it does not wrap around her two mountain peaks. Her charming and sexy figure makes the trench coat highlight the concave and convex shapes, etc.? Windbreaker? Wearing a trench coat in the current weather in Los Angeles is obviously a little inappropriate.

Wrestling is the most popular method. If you can choose this method, you are basically ready for the opponent to see through it. It is shameless. In Wayne's eyes, you must know that it is always a compliment.

"Excuse me, my name is Monica, Monica Bellucci, from Italy, I am an actress."

The woman tidied her clothes a little, and didn't care about the man's scrutinizing eyes. She generously stretched out a white hand and introduced herself. "Director Greenberg, I have watched all your films and am a die-hard fan of yours."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Bellucci."

Wayne gently shook his white palms with a smile on his face. "Have you seen all the movies?"

"Yes."

The woman nodded firmly. From the other person's eyes, she had discovered the hidden beast-like emotions. Although it was well hidden, she was very familiar with such similar eyes. Countless men would have the same look when they looked at her. Chi Luoluo's possessiveness was only hidden deeper by the man opposite.

"Director Greenberg, I am a fan of your movies. Can you please sign your autograph for me? God! I never thought that one day I would be able to meet you in person. This must be God hearing my prayers."

"Hey, don't worry about signing. Just call me Wayne, that's what my friends call me."

Raising his eyebrows, Wayne pointed to the waiting tram and extended an invitation. "Would you like to have lunch together? I think we can have a good chat."

"Of course, it would be an honor."

Shaking her fist excitedly in her heart, Monica Bellucci tried hard to maintain an elegant smile and followed the two of them onto the tram heading towards the studio gate. "Wayne, are you saying that since your friends call you this, I can also be your friend?"

Glancing at this beautiful woman who was several years older than him, he shook his head helplessly. This woman was addicted to her acting skills, so she simply nodded. "Didn't you say that this was an accident arranged by God? It seems that God also wants us to become friends. Let's talk about your hometown, Italy. I heard that it is full of romance."

In fact, Wayne had forgotten about this beautiful woman. When he took a quick glance after get off work that day, the first thing he thought of was the image of the woman full of dust and helplessness in "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily". This movie has great influence on Europe and the United States. This may make many people feel indifferent, but for a little boy born on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, the lethality is not too great.

In fact, when that movie was released, Monica Bellucci had already passed the peak of her beauty. Now the Italian beauty in her early thirties is more like a newly ripe fruit, with her innate beauty His temperament continued to stir up the beast deep in Wayne's heart.

"Nina, go back to the manor first and call Sergey if you have anything."

The car stopped in front of a restaurant not far from the studio. Before getting off the car, Wayne looked at the Italian woman waiting outside the car window and gave instructions to the assistant.

"Friends? Fans? Huh?"

Nina's expression on the scumbag didn't hide it at all. She knew very well what her boss was. This man has always been willing to play with the toys he brought to his door for free. "I really want to tell this woman who is pretending to be innocent that she is extremely lucky to be your true friend, but the prerequisite is that she must never have sex with you."