As soon as these words were spoken...
Luo Zheng felt a strong scent of 'tea' in the air around him.
Not to mention Nishikawa Miho, who was taking the direct impact.
She gritted her teeth and gave Nagase Masami a fierce glare.
Then, she gave Luo Zheng a slight bow and turned to leave.
She was afraid that if she didn't leave now, she wouldn't be able to resist getting physical.
The most crucial part was that Luo Zheng wasn't even on her side.
As the assistant director to Kore-eda Hirokazu, a world-renowned art film director...
When had she ever suffered such an injustice?
In the Japanese entertainment industry, others had always greeted her with smiles.
A newcomer like Nagase Masami wouldn't even have the qualification to meet her face-to-face.
Now, relying solely on Director Luo's favor, she actually dared to be sarcastic and passive-aggressive towards her.
But as it happened, she had no way around it.
She only felt a sense of powerlessness.
"Is she gone?"
Nagase Masami poked her cute little head out, trying to look past Luo Zheng's tall frame toward the door.
"She's gone."
Luo Zheng replied, unable to resist placing his hand on the top of her head and gently rubbing it.
Instantly, Nagase Masami's face flushed red, like a ripe Apple.
"I'm changing clothes."
Luo Zheng stopped teasing her because time was short.
He took off his bathrobe in a few quick motions.
Nagase Masami's eyes widened even further.
Looking at Luo Zheng's robust, muscular physique, she felt he didn't look like a director at all, but more like a model.
If he debuted for magazine shoots, he would definitely be more popular than her.
After changing, Luo Zheng took Nagase Masami for a simple breakfast and then headed to the main venue of the Tokyo Film Festival.
The car drove up to the red carpet.
Luo Zheng led Nagase Masami into the sea of flashing lights.
As a familiar face to the major Hollywood press, he immediately caused a stir among the media reporters.
They shouted for Director Luo.
The Japanese onlookers were all wearing expressions of confusion.
Who is this young man?
How did he cause such a sensation just by getting out of the car?
Have those Hollywood reporters gone crazy?
The Japanese reporters, hearing the shouts from their international colleagues, finally realized who Director Luo was and immediately joined the cheering crowd.
Now, the Japanese public was dumbfounded.
Why have our own people gone crazy too?
But more than that, they began inquiring about Luo Zheng's identity.
Then, waves of astonishment followed.
On the red carpet, facing such enthusiastic media reporters, along with all the cameras and non-stop flashing lights...
While Nagase Masami was excited, she held onto Luo Zheng's arm even tighter.
She didn't want everything she gained today to be just a dream that would vanish when she woke up tomorrow.
She wanted to possess it forever, to hold it in her hands always.
Nagase Masami gazed infatuatedly at the perfect profile of the man beside her, her inner resolve growing firmer.
Walking the red carpet, Luo Zheng clearly felt that Nagase Masami was smiling more sweetly and pressing closer to him.
The softness against his arm was quite pleasant.
Just as they entered the main venue of the film festival, a middle-aged man with a head full of white hair strode toward them.
"Luo, long time no see."
"Director Luc, long time no see."
That's right, the newcomer was none other than the president of the jury for this Tokyo Film Festival, Luc Besson.
The two had met before at a Beverly Hills Estate.
Behind him followed Park Chan-wook from South Korea.
He was also one of the judges for this Tokyo Film Festival.
"Director Luo, welcome to this year's Tokyo Film Festival."
Park Chan-wook spoke in English, being very polite and shaking hands excitedly.
He had great respect for this Asian compatriot who was currently at the height of his fame in Hollywood.
For a Chinese person to be able to rake in massive amounts of US dollars without being marginalized was enough to prove his extraordinary nature.
Nagase Masami suppressed her inner excitement and smiled as she shook hands with the two men.
She knew that as Luo Zheng's companion, her every move represented his reputation.
She absolutely could not lose her composure in front of such important figures.
Luc Besson was not just an actor, but a major director in the U.S.
Nagase Masami absolutely loved 'Léon: The Professional' which he directed.
Luo Zheng exchanged brief pleasantries with the two before they quickly parted; as the jury president, Luc Besson was quite busy.
As soon as they separated, directors participating in this festival swarmed around, engaging in enthusiastic conversation.
Their goal was to invite Luo Zheng to attend their film premieres tomorrow night.
If they could get a positive review from a VeniceGolden Lion Award-winning director, the movie's hype would explode.
Even in terms of campaigning for awards, it would provide a certain level of help.
Luo Zheng didn't turn anyone away, shaking hands, nodding, and saying he would definitely go.
As for how many he actually promised and how many he would eventually attend, it all depended on his mood.
For now, he just wouldn't give anyone a reason to complain.
The directors' enthusiasm also indirectly reflected onto Nagase Masami.
They were lavish with their praise for her.
The compliments made Nagase Masami feel as though she were already a big star.
By the time they finished watching the opening film, it was already evening.
"Director Luo, are we still going to the banquet?"
"No, I'm a bit tired today. I want to go back and rest early."
Luo Zheng rubbed his brow, looking exhausted.
"By the way, where are you staying tonight?"
Nagase Masami glanced at Luo Zheng, lowered her head, and said softly, "I'll follow your arrangements."
Luo Zheng then used the excuse of it being convenient for her to accompany him on a tour tomorrow to have her stay in his Room.
Nagase Masami, of course, would not refuse.
This was exactly what she wanted.
Back at the hotel, the two still maintained a mode of interaction like good friends.
Until the moment Luo Zheng touched Nagase Masami's slender waist, she naturally fell into his arms.
Her whole body was soft and yielding, letting him have his way.
How could Luo Zheng withstand such a test?
He had seen plenty of American babes.
He knew Chinese beauties like the back of his hand.
But this Japanese-style tenderness was something he was experiencing for the first time.
Since he had taken on this subject, Luo Zheng had to put in one hundred percent of his energy.
Total commitment to the task.
In order to research Japanese actresses and gain a deeper understanding of Japanese society...
Luo Zheng put in painstaking effort, seeking truth from facts, and worked very hard.
In the middle of it, the phone even rang.
But as he was busy 'fighting the butterfly monster,' he hung up directly.
The 'butterfly' here was fluttering and fluttering incessantly.
He really couldn't spare the attention for anything else.
Now that the butterfly monster had been eliminated, Luo Zheng picked up his phone and called back.
"Hello, Bingbing, what's up?"
"Brother Zheng, the box office for 'Spider-Man' has broken 60 million! Your news is all over the industry right now."
"And nothing outside the industry?"
Luo Zheng rubbed his fingers and replied nonchalantly.
"The public is discussing the movie; experts predict the final box office for 'Spider-Man' could reach 65 million."
Fan Bingbing raised her voice in excitement.
In the original timeline, this 'Spider-Man' movie only had a final domestic box office of 45 million.
Now, because of him, the box office had been pushed up to over 60 million.
This was the celebrity effect.
Although Luo Zheng was just a director, the respect he received in Hollywood was infinitely magnified by the domestic media, making the audience and fans feel proud.
Naturally, they supported movies related to him from the bottom of their hearts.
He believed that every movie released by Marvel in the future would be enthusiastically sought after by domestic audiences.
Even if they were fed 'crap'...
They would keep eating it until after 2018.
Because only after that period did domestic audiences gradually wake up and consciously avoid those crappy movies that were like eating trash.
"Brother Zheng, why aren't you saying anything?"
Fan Bingbing didn't give up and decided to test the waters.
Luo Zheng pushed away the kiss-seeking Nagase Masami and brought the phone closer, saying:
"Oh, I'm listening. Go on."
Not having had her fill, Nagase Masami pouted dissatisfiedly and simply went to do something else, making it impossible for Luo Zheng to think clearly.
At this, Fan Bingbing finally confirmed the suspicion in her heart.
A thousand words finally condensed into just one sentence: