[Urban] King of Entertainment (Complete) - 3

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Chapter Eleven: Millionaire

David Carnegie and Sophie Marceau spent two days together, leaving their mark all over Paris. Elena Sica agreed to try Los Angeles the next day. Three days later, David Carnegie returned to the United States with Elena Sica. Sophie Marceau had some business to attend to and wouldn't arrive in the US for a few more days.

After a day, David Carnegie finally returned to Los Angeles, having received the news from Carlos DeCook. David Carnegie had just arrived at his Beverly Hills villa when he saw Carlos DeCook.

"David, you're finally back!" Carlos DeCook gave him a warm hug.

"Carlos, I just got off the plane. What's the rush?" David Carnegie, exhausted from his recent flights,

asked directly. "David, when will the show you promised me start recording?" Carlos DeCook was straightforward, typical of foreigners.

David Carnegie said helplessly, "Carlos told me to rest for a week, and then we'll start."

"Okay, David, you get some rest. I'm leaving now."

"Carlos, don't leave yet. Since you're here, I'll tell you something."

"What is it?" Carlos DeCook sat back down on the sofa.

"I want to start a music company." David Carnegie didn't waste any words, clearly having adapted to life abroad.

"My God, David, you already have a TV station and a film company. Now you want to start a music company too?" Carlos DeCook exclaimed in surprise.

David Carnegie smiled, "Carlos, don't rush. Listen to me first. We can form a conglomerate and have someone manage it. Of course, it'll be a small conglomerate for now, but I can guarantee that within five years, it will shock the world."

"Oh! God, am I dealing with a madman?" "

Alright, Carlos, get things done, and I guarantee the show will start immediately."

"Okay!" After a night's rest, David Carnegie was radiant. The show Carlos DeCook requested was something David Carnegie had already decided on: *Who Wants to Be a Millionaire*. *Who Wants to Be a

Millionaire * is a British video game show originating from ITV, with local versions produced in many parts of the world. Contestants must correctly answer 15 consecutive multiple-choice questions with four options each. If they answer all correctly, they win a huge prize, usually one million local currency. For example, the top prize in the British version of *Who Wants to Be a Millionaire* is one million pounds. This game show was conceived by British director David Briggs in 1995, and after years of discussion and revisions, it premiered in the UK in 1998. It was a huge success, and television stations around the world bought the production rights and broadcasting rights. It was only August 1993; who dared say David Carnegie was piracy? Thus, *Who Wants to Be a Millionaire* became David Carnegie's idea, and he was still the director. Everyone could sign up to participate, so it attracted a lot of attention from the start. The process wasn't too difficult, giving viewers the feeling that they could do it too. Viewers would project themselves into the participants' shoes and naturally choose to support the person they found most appealing. If that person won, it might attract more viewers, snowballing the competition. One million US dollars was a lot in 1993, but it was insignificant compared to high ratings and advertising revenue. The rules were simple: each episode featured 10 contestants who first competed in a "Quick and Accurate" round. Contestants had 15 seconds to sort four options according to a given question. The fastest to sort correctly advanced and won a huge prize. The "Quick and Accurate" round involved answering a multiple-choice question with four options; the fastest to answer correctly advanced. After passing the "Quick and Accurate" round, the advanced contestants were led by the host to the center of the studio to sit and answer 15 multiple-choice questions with four options each. They would answer the first question correctly before moving on to the next. The questions increased in difficulty, with the prize money increasing with each correct answer. Of the 15 questions, questions 5 and 10 have "safety lines." Answering a safety line question correctly guarantees the prize for that safety line. Answering a question incorrectly results in the player receiving the prize for the last safety line answered correctly. For example, if a participant answers question 9 incorrectly, they will receive the prize for the first safety line question; if they answer question 12 incorrectly, they will receive the prize for the second safety line question, but if they answer incorrectly before reaching the safety line, they will not receive the prize. Participants can use three "tricks" to help them answer difficult questions. These three tricks include "50:50" (eliminating two options from four, leaving a 1:1 answer), "Call a Friend" (allowing the participant to call friends and family outside the studio within 30 seconds), and "Ask the Audience" (allowing the audience to vote for their preferred answer, with the result used by the participant). Each of these three tricks can only be used once, but multiple tricks can be used consecutively on the same question. Participants can quit the game at any time and still win the prize for the last question answered correctly. (Example: If a contestant quits the game on question 12, they receive the prize money for question 11.) There is no time limit for the entire game. If the recording time for an episode is sufficient and a contestant is still playing, that contestant will continue in the next episode until they answer a question incorrectly. If a contestant answers a question incorrectly or quits midway, and there is still recording time remaining, the contestants who did not advance will participate in the quick and accurate round again. It can be said that the entire game rule is the same as the British version, because there are other David Carnegie versions in the Hong Kong version that I haven't seen. However, this is enough to conquer the entire United States, and maybe it can even be introduced to Europe. Of course, it can also be introduced to regions like Hong Kong and Singapore. As for China, it probably won't work in 1993, at least not until after 1997. "Is Elena settling in well in Los Angeles?" David Carnegie, who had been hiding in his villa for two days, finally appeared. He had his driver take Elena Sega to various places in Los Angeles, of course, at his own expense. Elena Sigia nodded and said, "Los Angeles is bustling, and the competition is fierce." David Carnegie said earnestly, "Elena, you have to believe in yourself. Your talent and voice are no less than theirs; you just need an opportunity. I'll have someone coach you during this time, and as long as you pass the test, I'll release a record for you immediately." "Really?" Elena Sigia asked in surprise. "Of course!" Arriving at the TV station, David Carnegie noticed that there were many more staff members. Recently, because Friends had become a nationwide sensation, many talented people had joined the station. In addition, Carlos DeCook had been actively recruiting, making the TV station full of talent. "Carlos!" David Carnegie knocked on the door. Carlos DeCook's office door was almost always open, rarely closed. "David! Why did you come all this way today? Did God give you a heads-up?" " Carlos, do you still want the show? If not, I'm leaving." "Yes! Yes! Come on in, David." Carlos DeCook seemed anxious. “Take a look yourself! If there are no problems, take it to the screenwriters.” “Oh! Have a seat, help yourself to something to drink.” Los DeCook said, picking up the script and starting to read. Sitting on the sofa, David Carnegie realized he seemed to talk less and wait more when interacting with people. This was true for actors, singers, and people in other professions. When Los DeCook put down the script, he laughed, “David, I admit you’re a genius, a crazy genius.” “A genius is a genius, why add ‘crazy genius’?” “David, don’t you know? Geniuses are usually crazy. Like Nikola Tesla, Edison…”

" Damn! All those people you're talking about are mad scientists or inventors. I'm not a genius at all, just a bootleg king." Of course, he couldn't say any of that. "No problem, I'll be going now."

"David, David, don't rush! You haven't said when to record?"

"After Los has the writers read it, and then it's released, and then some ordinary people are selected to participate. Once that's done, we'll start filming." David Carnegie didn't plan to film any show for too long, because every show has its decline. After filming for a year, he'd let someone else take over. As for new shows, there would be plenty more; super shows like American Idol would be released gradually.

"Honey, when are you coming to Los Angeles?" David Carnegie called Sophie Marceau every day after he returned.

"In a week." Although Sophie Marceau answered this question every day, she showed no impatience. Couples in love are probably like that.

"Baby, I'm counting down the days until you arrive."

"I know! I'll come as soon as possible."

David Carnegie acted like a child at this time, but he became very manly when he was with Sophie Marceau, who took good care of him. Handsome, talented, witty, and mysterious—all these qualities are what captivated Sophie Marceau. (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain ejaculation sensation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

Conquering a woman starts with the heart, then the body, and of course, romance, warmth, talent, and money are indispensable. If you're someone who can't even afford to eat, don't talk about conquering. As for novels where conquering someone simply requires one thing, that's pure boasting. It would be better to just say there's a mythical elixir that makes someone completely submissive after just one bite.

The earlier chapters are all about development; strength is king. Later on, a movie can take down one or two, a few songs can consume several, a Victoria's Secret show can bring down a dozen, and an entertainment program can devour dozens. So, don't worry, after chapter twenty, the protagonist will start dominating everything.

Chapter Twelve: The Son of Miracles

With the immense popularity of "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," David Carnegie's name graced the front pages of major newspapers. While "Friends" could be attributed to luck, adding "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" made it far more than just one plus one. The director and screenwriter were incredibly talented. Most importantly, David Carnegie was only eighteen years old; what kind of prodigy would he become?

"Son of Los Angeles! Son of an Angel!" Headlines in Los Angeles entertainment newspapers.

"Millionaire and Genius = David Carnegie," a California business newspaper reported from the sidelines.

"Future Leader of Entertainment?" The Los Angeles Times. "

Looking forward to the first film of 'The Son of Miracles'." The Washington Post...

David

Carnegie filmed the first two episodes of "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" in just half a day, but preparation time took over a week. He selected ten ordinary people from several populous states to participate in "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire." This made the show more relatable.

Sophie Marceau, carrying a juice, walked to a chair by the pool. "Your name's in every newspaper now."

David Carnegie sat up, took the juice, and laughed. "Honey! You know how the media loves to exaggerate." He knew the media's abilities better than anyone, having seen too much of what they did in his previous life. Football stars, actors, singers—they could fabricate anything.

Sophie Marceau sat down on a chair and said, "Even though it's exaggerated, there's one thing they're right about: you're a genius."

"Haha! Honey, we don't need to praise each other. You've been in Los Angeles for quite a few days now, how about we go out for a stroll tonight?" David said.

"Okay!" Sophie Marceau agreed.

Carlos DeCook had arrived unnoticed at the pool, and the two only noticed him then. "Did I disturb you?"

Sophie Marceau laughed. "No, Carlos, what would you like to drink?"

"Iced beer!" Carlos naturally sat down on another chair.

"Why are you drinking beer at midday?" David found it hard to understand Carlos.

“This is called enjoyment, this is called life.”

“Tell me! What are you doing here again?” David’s rare time alone with Sophie was ruined.

Lately, both TV dramas and programs have been making waves at the television station, and Carlos DeCook is starting to get excited. “The personnel, props, and visas you requested are all ready.”

“That’s good news.” David Carnegie’s first film can finally be shot.

Carlos knew it was impossible, but he couldn’t help saying, “David, why don’t you just stop making movies and focus entirely on TV dramas or programs?”

TV dramas or programs are good, but their influence is too low. They can’t compare to movies at all. A movie can cost two hundred million US dollars to shoot just a few hours, and of course, it hasn’t sunk yet. But I’ve never heard of a TV drama costing one hundred million US dollars for ten or twenty episodes. Even in 2013, it hadn’t happened! And the returns are completely different, except for failures, of course. David Carnegie has a golden touch and still fails; he might as well just die. He can’t afford to lose the word “rebirth.”

“Carlos, the returns from movies are incomparable to those from TV series!” Of course, American Idol doesn't count, but David Carnegie has already claimed it all. He even writes about Resident Evil, The Matrix, and Twilight when he's bored, then publishes them himself, even taking the copyrights. As for Harry Potter, forget it; he can barely afford to raise his kids, why would he exploit him? As for the copyrights, that's easy; just help J.K. Rowling when she's down on her luck.

Carlos certainly knows that movies are lucrative, but he has far more failed films. He wanted to say that, but couldn't bring himself to say it. David could tell what Carlos was thinking from his expression and laughed, “Carlos, I won't fail. Have you ever seen me fail?” After

thinking for a moment, David realized that although he had few works, he had never truly failed. He shook his head. “Carlos, your beer!” Sophie Marceau, acting like the lady of the house, brought out a beer. In Beverly Hills, there was no need to worry about reporters; even Hong Kong's notorious paparazzi couldn't find out anything about the villa.

“Darling, my first movie can start filming in a couple of days,” David said, hugging Sophie.

"I'm also really looking forward to your first movie."

The two were so affectionate, but Carlos didn't care about being a third wheel. Or, to foreigners, this was nothing at all. "Carlos, is there anything else?"

"No?"

"Then why aren't you leaving?"

"I still want to try some Chinese food, like Mapo Tofu and Twice-Cooked Pork. I've already told Sieg..." David was a little speechless; this guy was acting like this was his own home.

At this moment, Siegfried slowly walked over with a fruit platter. "Miss Sophie, please have some fruit." Siegfried treated Sophie Marceau as David's wife, the lady of the villa.

"Sieg, you eat too!" Sophie was also very good to Sieg; after all, Sieg had taken care of David for many years, practically watching him grow up.

"David, when are you going to do an interview?" Carlos picked up a grape and popped it into his mouth.

"No." David refused outright. He wasn't an actor or singer; what did he need such fame for? In America, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want. Carlos knew that once this guy made up his mind, nothing could change it, so he could only vent his frustration by eating fruit.

Sophie Marceau had only been at the villa for three days, but Sieg had already figured out all her favorite fruits and foods. Even the Chinese food was recommended by Sieg. The two chatted quite animatedly, Sieg laughing heartily, while Sophie smiled charmingly.

Even Carlos couldn't help but mutter to himself, "How could a French goddess be so enamored with a stubborn guy like David?"

That evening, during Chinese dinner, Carlos practically ate his tongue off, and afterwards, he came to eat dinner every now and then. Sophie also ate with great relish; the allure of Chinese food was truly irresistible. It's a pity that foreigners know so little about China, and few people come to China. Some foreigners who do come don't want to leave their home countries.

David and Sophie, with simple makeup and baseball caps, walked along Wilshire Boulevard. David wanted to buy things along the way, but Sophie refused. Both were celebrities; if people recognized them, tomorrow's newspapers would be full of their intimate story.

After walking for a while, they got tired and sat on a bench, looking at the scenery below. David remembered that quote: "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get."

This quote was so classic; it also contributed to Sophie Marceau's attraction to David. "How did you come up with such a philosophical quote?"

"Because my goddess Sophie told me." David started joking again.

Sophie didn't know which side of the man before her was truly him. Sometimes he was like a learned scholar, sometimes like a mischievous child, sometimes a considerate and gentle man... She was simply captivated by his charm.

Seeing Sophie's infatuated expression, David stood up and sang: "Remembering me, discover and see, all over the world, she is known as a girl, to those who are free, the mind shall be key, forgotten as the past, cause history will last, God is a girl, wherever you are, do you believe it, can you receive it?"

David's singing was mediocre, but a hundred times better than in his previous life. Sophie stared at the man before her in astonishment, and many passersby stopped to listen. When David finished singing, applause erupted from the crowd. “My goddess, this song, ‘God is a Girl,’ is for you.”

“Thank you, darling.” Sophie hugged David, tears welling in her eyes, and said excitedly. Although Sophie was with David, this was the first time she had called him “darling.

” The applause around them grew even louder, and some people even whistled. “Darling, I’m glad you like it.” David whispered in Sophie’s ear, then turned to the crowd and said, “Thank you everyone, my wife loves it.”

“Haha!”

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, David took Sophie’s hand and strolled home. Luckily, there were no DV cameras or cell phone cameras. Otherwise, there would definitely be a sensational song tomorrow. David loved this dance song that blended various elements in his previous life, and he even hummed it in his room.

Back in the villa, Sophie hugged David warmly and gave him a passionate kiss. Sophie Marceau also opened her cherry lips and extended her fragrant tongue to seal David Carnegie’s mouth, and the two began to lick each other passionately. David Carnegie, kissing Sophie Marceau with one arm, slipped his other hand inside the opening of her open dress, inserting it into her perfectly rounded, moderately sized breasts. Sophie Marceau's large, perfect breasts felt like inflated balloons, soft and elastic to the touch. David Carnegie played with them, kneading her nipples, finding the sensation incredibly pleasurable.

Having had his fill of Sophie Marceau's breasts, David Carnegie moved on to her genitals. Sophie Marceau, aroused by David Carnegie's advances, felt intensely aroused, her body aching unbearably. She tightly clamped her legs around David Carnegie's teasing hand. Although her desire was burning fiercely, her vagina felt both itchy and empty, desperately needing more vigorous movements to relieve her burning urge.

"Ah!" "No...no...I...oh..."

Sophie Marceau's hesitant resistance made David Carnegie unable to resist any longer. He picked her up, threw her onto the bed, and eagerly began to remove her clothes. He quickly stripped himself naked, then jumped onto the bed and tightly embraced Sophie Marceau. Sophie Marceau's body trembled, her arms tightly clutching him, and she pressed her vibrant red lips to David Carnegie's. They kissed passionately.

David Carnegie saw how beautiful Sophie Marceau's breasts were. Her breasts were as white as snow and as white as frost, high and firm like two mountain peaks, with nipples as red as grapes, standing erect. David Carnegie reached out and grasped her large breasts; they were so soft and incredibly elastic, a truly wonderful and pleasurable sensation to the touch. David Carnegie rubbed, kneaded, and stroked them, playing with one after another, until the two nipples were kneaded until they stood hard like red dates.

Sophie Marceau's snow-white and delicate body was truly a masterpiece of God; her skin was so smooth and delicate; her curves were so slender and graceful; her face was so beautiful and alluring, truly dazzling and radiant. Especially her plump mons pubis, with its... The small patches of shiny, short hair were so sexy and alluring. Sophie Marceau's abdomen was still so flat and smooth. Her pink buttocks were round and large, her pink legs were long and slender, and she maintained such a plump and smooth body that was intoxicating. Her charm was truly unparalleled.

A beauty! A beauty! A beauty that is truly a rare sight in the world! David Carnegie was speechless, his eyes were burning with desire, his heart was burning with lust, and his expression was tense and excited. He really wanted to swallow Sophie Marceau whole and have a good time. But then he thought, such a beautiful, seductive, and wildly alluring woman should not be rushed. If he were to finish quickly and easily, Sophie Marceau would not only fail to experience the pleasure of lovemaking, but would also suffer a loss. He had to be calm and composed, steady and methodical, to ensure Sophie Marceau received the highest level of enjoyment. Only then would Sophie Marceau be able to resist loving him forever and being obsessed with him.

So David Carnegie lowered his head and began to lick and suck on Sophie Marceau's rosy nipple, while his other hand caressed and kneaded her other breast, and his other hand stroked Sophie Marceau's white and tender buttocks, then moved to her hairy, plump cleft, teasing her until her hand was covered in wet, lustful fluids.

"Oh! I...I can't take it anymore...Oh..."

Sophie Marceau was panting heavily as David Carnegie teased her, her legs twisting and turning, her eyes half-open and half-closed, her moist and hot lips fully revealing her sexual urges and desires. She couldn't help but reach out a hand to caress David Carnegie's penis. As soon as Sophie Marceau's hand grasped his large penis, she felt how thick, long, hard, and hot it was. Touching the head, she thought, "What a huge dragon! The grooves are wide and thick, like a giant egg. If it were inserted into my little, plump vagina, the friction from those wide, thick grooves would be indescribably wonderful!" After teasing her for a while, David Carnegie lowered his head and began to suckle Sophie Marceau's two hairy, plump labia majora and minora, his tongue licking and biting her pink clitoris, occasionally inserting his tongue into her vagina to lick and tease it.

"Oh God! Darling...you're licking me...it's so itchy and itchy...oh...oh oh...please stop biting...biting that...that clitoris...Sophie...you're biting...biting...making me so uncomfortable...ah...stop...stop teasing...me...oh no...I'm going to come."

Sophie Marceau moaned incoherently, a gush of slippery, lustful fluid flowing out. David Carnegie swallowed it in large gulps; this was the essence of a woman's body, the most nutritious tonic, capable of strengthening yang and kidneys, something one could never tire of.

"Ah! Darling!...you're really going to fuck me to death, I'm going to climax..."

After David Carnegie had licked clean the juices from Sophie Marceau's peach blossom spring cave, he mounted her, spreading her two round, pink legs and placing them on his shoulders. He then placed a pillow under her full, plump buttocks, exposing her slightly parted, full, and plump mons pubis, making her appear even more prominent and erect. Between her thick, hairy, purplish-red labia majora, nestled her red peach blossom spring cave, from which streams of water flowed. David Carnegie grasped his thick, long penis, first rubbing the glans against the entrance of her vagina. Sophie Marceau's plump buttocks arched upwards repeatedly as he did so.

"Oh! Darling... stop teasing me... I... I can't take it anymore... oh..."

After rubbing the glans between Sophie Marceau's labia for a while, David Carnegie felt that her juices were flowing more and more abundantly, and her vagina was burning hot—it was time to proceed. With a forceful thrust of his hips,

his large penis slid in about halfway with a "whoosh."

"Ouch!"

Sophie Marceau gasped, "So big..."

As she cried out in pain, Sophie Marceau pushed against David Carnegie's lower abdomen. David Carnegie felt his large penis inside Sophie Marceau's tight, warm, and moist vagina, experiencing an indescribable pleasure. Seeing Sophie Marceau pushing against her lower abdomen, he looked up and saw her pale face and furrowed brows, looking as if she were in unbearable pain.

Although only a little over half of David Carnegie's large penis was inside Sophie Marceau's vagina, the indescribable pleasure—a mixture of pain, numbness, soreness, and itching—gave her a sense of fullness, tightness, and comfort. Her whole body trembled inexplicably, and her vagina contracted and clenched tightly around David Carnegie's large penis. David Carnegie thought that a beautiful, sexy, and mature woman like Sophie Marceau was someone he had to cherish.

Although David Carnegie was burning with lust, and his large penis felt incredibly pleasurable being gripped by Sophie Marceau's plump vagina, he didn't dare to thrust rashly any further. Instead, he used a grinding motion, slowly twisting his hips to rotate his large penis inside her vagina. "

Oh!" "Darling...your big cock...it feels so good...so comfortable...my little darling...oh...it's so itchy inside...please...scratch it...God..."

Sophie Marceau moaned and cried out in a dreamlike voice! Her body seemed to leap up, ignoring the pain in her honey pot, she thrust her plump buttocks upwards, making her vulva repeatedly conform to the big cock, forming a tight union. David Carnegie's grinding made the big cock rub against Sophie Marceau's tender vaginal walls more closely and effectively, and with each rub, Sophie Marceau's whole body would twitch and tremble.

"Ah...darling...oh!" "Baby...I feel so good...I...I can't hold back...I'm about to climax..."

David Carnegie's pace quickened, feeling a gush of hot, lustful fluid surging from Sophie Marceau's plump little hole, shooting straight towards his glans. Her vagina was no longer as tight as before. He then thrust his hips forward with a sudden, powerful stroke, his large penis plunging in completely to the hilt with a "whoosh." The feeling was warm and tight, incredibly pleasurable.

"Oh!" "

Sophie Marceau screamed, clinging tightly to David Carnegie, her body trembling and convulsing. A wave of pleasurable pleasure spread throughout her body, causing Sophie Marceau's legs to flare, her plump buttocks to sway, and her hands to wrap tightly around David Carnegie like snakes. David Carnegie didn't stop, slowly pulling his large penis out, then slowly inserting it again, pulling out, inserting... Each time, he touched the depths of Sophie Marceau's flower core, causing Sophie Marceau to moan and groan. Instinctively, Sophie Marceau raised her pink buttocks, thrusting her vulva upwards! Upwards! Higher and higher!

"Oh!" "God...I...Sophie's going to be killed by you...Ah...So good...So beautiful...You're going to fuck me to death...Darling..."

David Carnegie thrust faster and deeper, feeling Sophie Marceau's warm and tight pussy, her juices flowing freely, her clitoris gripping his large penis head tightly, making David Carnegie feel incredibly good, like a volcano about to erupt.

Sophie Marceau's cherry lips parted slightly, panting heavily, covered in sweat, her eyes glazed, her beautiful face showing the joy of orgasm, she cried out in a wanton voice, "Ah...Darling...You're so amazing...Your big cock is so fast...so fast..." "You're going to fuck me to death... I can't take it anymore... Oh... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die... Oh no... Baby... I'm going to cum again..."

David Carnegie's thick, long, and huge cock thrust in and out fiercely, then used three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, six shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, and left and right thrusts, rotating his hips at the very end, so that the large glans pressed straight against the depths of her flower core, grinding for a while. His superb technique made Sophie Marceau tremble all over, her lustful juices flowing out like a mountain torrent, wave after wave, her legs constantly contracting and relaxing, her whole body trembling, her plump buttocks shaking wildly, her blood boiling to the extreme.

Sophie Marceau couldn't help but scream hysterically: "Oh my!" "Darling...God...I'm dying...You're really killing me...My juices...are almost dry...You...why...why haven't you ejaculated yet...Darling...please...quickly...quickly shoot your precious...semen...into me...to moisten Sophie's...my God...oh...Sophie...I'm going to be fucked to death by you..."

David Carnegie was also close to his climax, his big cock was so hard it hurt, he had to ejaculate, so he frantically thrust and pounded, his whole body felt like it was going to explode. Especially Sophie Marceau's plump little hole, like a baby sucking on a nipple, opened and closed wildly, licking David Carnegie's big cock head! The sucking made David Carnegie feel like he was dying of pleasure, so David Carnegie was not willing to give in, he used his big glans to pound and stir wildly inside the flesh hole. "

Ah...Sophie...I'm going to cum...cum for you..."

"Ah!" "Darling...you're killing me..."

David Carnegie's thick semen gushed out, reaching Sophie Marceau's core. His large penis trembled deep inside her, and the two embraced tightly. Sophie Marceau drifted off to sleep, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Chapter Thirteen: Filming

"David, are you really going to Vietnam?" Carlos didn't know much about Vietnam, but he knew from other sources that it was backward and dangerous.

David Carnegie, having been reborn for so long, understood Americans. Americans didn't care about things outside. They only cared about their own state, or the United States. Many didn't even know Paris, which showed that Americans only cared about their own interests.

"Carlos, you should go out and see the world. Besides America, Europe, other places are good."

"David, don't you know that the Chinese still use pig whips?"

Hearing this, David almost bit his tongue. The Qing Dynasty had been gone for almost a hundred years; the Chinese had long since stopped using whips. "Carlos, I need you to go to Shanghai and Guangzhou for a few days to investigate." "Only by seeing it for yourself can you wake up an arrogant person; otherwise, no matter what you say, they won't agree.

" "Oh my God! David, do you know how busy the TV station is right now? And you want me to go to that damned China!" Carlos roared.

"Carlos, this is my order as chairman to send you to China for an investigation," David Carnegie said seriously.

"Okay! You're the boss, but David, when I get back, you have to compensate me with a box of Cuban cigars—no, three boxes, and a Lafite."

David couldn't take it anymore and left the office, turning back at the door to say, "We'll talk about everything when you get back!"

"Oh! No! David is just like you, a Jew..." Carlos, though unable to see David, still cursed in the office. However, many people didn't know that David Carnegie was of Jewish descent

.

After a few days of rest, David Carnegie and his team flew to Saigon, Vietnam, to film the Vietnam War era, the most challenging period in Forrest Gump.

"David, this place is so backward!" Sophie Marceau wasn't actually coming; she'd just never been to Vietnam before and didn't want to be away from David for too long, so she came along. Looking at the city outside the window

, David knew very well that Saigon would develop rapidly over the next decade or so, after all, it was the capital of a country. "Sophie, do you like this country?"

"It's alright, but they're so short."

"They're like the Japanese, all so short." David laughed.

Sophie Marceau nodded. She'd seen many Japanese people in France; the women were alright, you could say they were petite. But the men could be described as sleazy; their perspective was completely different.

In 1993, Vietnam didn't have much to offer, except for the beautiful scenery of Ha Long Bay, known as the "Guilin of the Sea." Tom Hanks had been asleep since landing; nothing in Vietnam could capture his attention. After a day of rest in Saigon, David Carnegie, with a guide arranged by the government, found suitable filming locations.

Tom Hanks, playing Forrest Gump, and Bubba, playing another recruit, arrived in Vietnam. Lieutenant Dan gave them instructions, and then, hilariously, he ran to the makeshift toilet. These scenes were filmed quickly; after all, Tom Hanks was no novice, and the other actors completed their scenes in just a few takes. Next came the artillery fire scenes.

In one battle, his unit was ambushed. At the order to retreat, Forrest remembered Jenny's advice ("If you get into trouble, don't be reckless, just run, run far away") and took off running. He ran until he reached a river, where he suddenly remembered his good friend Bubba hadn't escaped. He bravely ran back to rescue Bubba, saving many of his comrades in the process. Finally, Forrest rescued Bubba, but Bubba was seriously wounded by a bullet and died. After the war

, Forrest, wounded for saving his comrades, was received by President Johnson as a hero. However, the rest of the filming required returning to the United States. Having spent almost a month in Vietnam, everyone was nearly driven mad. After all, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it was impossible to stay there for a whole month, and the food was unfamiliar.

Back in the US, the entire crew rested for three days before resuming filming. The following filming was more like Forrest Gump's endless chatter. A feather drifted through the air, past treetops, and into the blue sky… finally landing at Forrest Gump's feet. He tucked it into his favorite book, sitting on a bench in Savannah, telling his life story to fellow passengers waiting for the bus.

Filming Forrest Gump was no challenge for the reborn David Carnegie, but Forrest Gump's success was due to many factors.

"Cut!" With David Carnegie's command, filming ended. The filming was incredibly simple, yet the classic quote, "Life is like a box of chocolates," was uttered here, becoming a milestone in Forrest Gump.

The August weather was still very hot, so David gave the crew two days off before continuing filming the next part. Why rush things when there was no shortage of time or money? A classic needs to be tested and revised. Eating

fruit fed to him by the pool by Sophie—that's life. "Work when you want, rest when you want—isn't that awesome?" "Carlos hasn't come in days."

David had almost forgotten about it until Sophie mentioned it. It's been a month since Carlos was sent to China, and he still hasn't returned. "He's probably obsessed with China."

"You always say China is beautiful, it makes me want to go too," Sophie said.

China hasn't entered a period of rapid development yet; even if she went on a trip, no one would recognize her. David Carnegie laughed, "Honey, once the movie is finished, we'll go to China for a vacation. I'll take you to see the Great Wall, the world's largest garden, and the best-preserved imperial palace..."

"Don't break your promise..."

"Who broke their promise?" Carlos's voice suddenly came through.

This guy always interrupted their time alone. David Carnegie smiled wryly, "You're finally coming back?"

"Carlos!"

"Hi Sophie, you missed out big time this time by not coming to China with me. The Bund in Shanghai is so beautiful, and the night view of Hong Kong..."

"Stop! Carlos, I sent you to do some research, not to have fun," David quickly interrupted.

“Hey, I’m not going there for fun, but apart from Hong Kong, mainland China simply doesn’t accept our TV dramas. It’s such a waste of such a huge market.” Carlos said helplessly.

“What does Carlos think of China?”

“Very good, the people are good, the scenery is good, the food is good… there’s just one problem, they don’t accept us.” Carlos was frustrated! Thinking about the 1.2 billion market in China, no one would be happy.

David felt that sending Carlos to China was absolutely the right decision; without going to China, he wouldn’t be able to experience his charm. “Don’t worry, Carlos! We will definitely enter this market within ten years.”

“Difficult!” Carlos didn’t believe it.

“How’s the negotiation with Hong Kong going?”

“A bit difficult, but they want to import Millionaire.”

“Okay! But we have to finish the first Millionaire.”

“Okay, I’ll talk to them.”

After resting for two days, David and Sophie’s crew started filming everywhere. As for Forrest Gump, it was even simpler; there were too many places in America with houses like that.

The next filming took place in a remote town. Forrest Gump was born with an intellectual disability, his IQ only 75. However, his mother was a strong-willed woman who wanted her son to live like other normal people. She often encouraged Forrest, saying, "You are just like everyone else," and urged him to be self-reliant. God did not abandon Forrest; He not only gave him incredibly fast legs but also a pure, honest mind, free from any evil thoughts. On the school bus, Forrest met Jenny, a blonde girl (Jenny was a girl "abused" by her father). From then on, under the love and care of his mother and Jenny, Forrest began his lifelong journey of running. Because he was a child actor, filming was much slower. After all, he was just a child, and there was nothing that could be said, only gentle guidance and instruction.

When filming at the high school, there were no suitable schools nearby. They had to apply to a local high school. Filming accelerated again at the high school, with Tom Hanks' Forrest running into a school's football field to escape his classmates, and thus, he ran all the way to college. At university, he was admitted exceptionally and became a football superstar, even meeting President Kennedy.

Chapter Fourteen: The Film Premiere (Part 1)

"Okay, on set!" David Carnegie arrived at his position, adjusted the camera, and then counted, "3, 2, 1, action." He pressed the shutter button. Today they were filming the final scene; all that remained was editing.

Tom Hanks, playing Forrest Gump, was waiting for the school bus with his son, played by a child actor, in front of their house in small town, and their conversation was shown.

"Okay, that's a wrap." David Carnegie stood up excitedly, a surge of emotion welling up inside him. His first film was finally finished; he had taken his first real step. He shouted, "Great acting! That's a wrap!"

"That's a wrap!" Tom Hanks had already filmed many movies, but he was still incredibly excited.

"It's over! The movie's finished! We did it!" David Carnegie exclaimed. "Oh my god! I'm so happy! Unbelievable! We finished filming, we finished it perfectly! These past two months have felt like a dream! Oh my god!"

David hugged Sophie and Tom, excitedly saying, "Thank you so much, you really worked so hard!"

Then David opened his arms and gave Tom Hanks a warm hug, patting Tom on the back and thanking him, "Thank you, Tom! You did a great job!"

Tom also patted David on the back and smiled, "David, thank you too, you gave me a new opportunity to try something new."

Releasing Tom, Wang Yang smiled and looked at the other actors, hugging them one by one and congratulating them happily: "Thank you! Thank you!"

Finally, he greeted assistant director Carter and screenwriter Waise. "Thank you so much for your help!"

Carter laughed. "David, you're welcome. Although your techniques are still a bit raw, your imaginative ideas and unique methods have taught me a lot."

"Thank you! And Waise, thank you for your continued support."

"Nono, working with a genius like you has actually taught me more. I should thank you." Screenwriter Waise was still a 26-year-old young man, and this filming experience had given him invaluable lessons. After all, it's not easy for a young screenwriter to rise to prominence.

"Let's not thank each other, let's go for a drink." David smiled and patted Waise's shoulder, then the two parted, exchanging smiles.

"Haha! Let's go!"

Although David wasn't yet eighteen, he wasn't going to a bar for a celebration. So drinking wasn't a problem at all; you could often see high school students throwing birthday parties on TV and online.

During the film editing, they went to Carlos DeCook's office. "Oh! Damn it, Carlos, you're drinking at work again." David saw the guy drinking as soon as he walked in.

"David, don't get excited, I'm just tasting some of the latest French red wine. Want to try some?" Carlos said nonchalantly.

"No, I'm here today to have you arrange the movie promotion and discuss tiered pricing with the theaters."

Carlos DiCook thought for a moment and said, "David! How much are you planning to spend on promotion?"

"I want everyone in America to know that Forrest Gump is showing."

"That promotion will cost at least twenty million."

What's twenty million? Forrest Gump grossed 350 million worldwide, and even the filming of The Sinking of the Ship didn't reach twenty million, but the promotion cost a hundred million. Otherwise, where would the billions in box office come from? "Promotion costs are not a problem, I just want the effect."

"Okay, as for negotiating tiered pricing with the theaters, it's not much different. But for the first collaboration, let them decide." Carlos had earned a lot of advertising fees from Friends and Millionaire, and now he was even bolder. He directly asked for twenty million in promotion fees. This isn't like the inflation of ten years later, and there are very few movies with promotions exceeding ten million.

“Go talk to him! I’m leaving now, and you should drink less at work.” David knew Carlos was a wine connoisseur, but he couldn’t help reminding him.

“Okay, okay,” Carlos replied with an “I know, I understand” look. But he hadn’t changed at all, he was really asking for a beating. David simply slammed the door and left.

Carlos smiled mysteriously, put down his glass, picked up a Cuban and lit it. He blew a smoke ring and muttered, “Looks like this little boss has really grown up. The entertainment industry will have another tycoon in the future, I’m really looking forward to it.”

After resting for two days, David took Sophie to Hong Kong for a vacation. The two of them had quite a bit of fame in the United States and France, but they had no influence in Asia at the moment. Nobody knew them. Back in the United States, Carlos began a massive publicity campaign. The first step was to publish Forrest Gump in major newspapers, the second step was to run television commercials, and the third step was to have promotional posters featuring Tom Hanks and Sophie in major cities.

"Genius Director's First Film Coming Soon!"

"Los Angeles Miracle Son's First Film Coming Soon!"

"Tom Hanks Collaborates with Genius Director!"

"French Actress Sophie Johansson Teams Up with Tom Hanks!"

"Miracle Son and French Actress Sophie Johansson's Noona Romance!"

"Genius Director, Tom Hanks, and French Actress in a Love Triangle!"

Carlos even released David's detailed information and photos. Good heavens, no way, a director and producer at 17 years and nine months old?! Looking at David Carnegie's handsome young face, everyone was incredulous. This was the legendary genius director, the Los Angeles miracle son.

Oh my God! What's the Guinness World Record for "Youngest Director in Hollywood"? Stephen Paul, 20 years old; and now David Carnegie, at 17 years and nine months, has broken the record without any controversy. His already filmed TV series and programs have also broken ratings records.

Countless people are eagerly anticipating David's first film. Carlos truly lives up to his reputation as a television personality. He's just as good as the entertainment weekly hype of 2012. How come I didn't know there was such a remarkable person in America in my past life?

Carlos used every trick in the book to create hype. Sophie hadn't even participated in the movie "Wild Love" yet. She was wearing a bikini, her hair wet, her clothes dripping, lying on the beach, hands under her armpits, mouth slightly open. This movie completely shattered Sophie's innocent image, transforming her into a sex symbol in the hearts of the French. So now she's just a famous French actress, but Carlos's publicity made her a sensation in America.

David and his girlfriend were on a sweet vacation in Hong Kong, completely unaware of the situation in America, completely oblivious to being betrayed by Carlos. But it doesn't matter; secrets don't stay hidden forever. As for "Wild Love," David definitely wouldn't let Sophie film it, no matter the reason. Anyway, the later 007 role was enough for her to become a sex symbol in the hearts of the French, or a goddess in the hearts of many men around the world.

"David didn't expect the Hong Kong night view to be so beautiful; Carlos wasn't lying." Sophie was completely captivated by the night view below the mountain; she had praised it countless times today. For example, the two of them could eat cart noodles in Wan Chai, stroll around Mong Kok, or enjoy the world-famous Typhoon Shelter Crab in a typhoon shelter restaurant.

"China has many beautiful sights, like the Bund in Shanghai that Carlos mentioned."

"I really want to visit different parts of China."

"There will be a chance. I'll come with you during China's most important festival, the Spring Festival."

"Really? Darling..."

"I love you, David." Sophie hugged David and kissed him on the cheek.

Being hugged by such a beautiful woman, and with such an intimate gesture, David wouldn't be a man if he didn't react: "Darling, let's go back to the hotel!"

"Okay."

It wasn't that David didn't want to try being outdoors, but there were tourists everywhere. There was nowhere to hide unless he was so open as to let anyone see him, like performing in the open air.

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