[Urban] King of Entertainment (Complete) - Part 2

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Chapter Six: A Sensation Across America

David Carnegie woke up in the morning, propping his head up. He'd drunk a bit too much the night before, and it took him a while to realize there was a woman beside him. It was Lisa Kudrow! His first time had been lost in a hazy blur. Looking at the woman sleeping soundly, her face serene and peaceful, bathed in the warmth of love. The slight upturn at the corner of her lips made David Carnegie feel a little better; at least he was capable. As for his first time, it was just a thought; what man would care?

To be able to pluck such a proud and beautiful flower was a great pride for any man. Lisa Kudrow was quite aloof. She rarely showed a kind face to ordinary men, though he'd never seen her angry. But her innate cold and melancholic aura subconsciously deterred any unwanted thoughts.

Yet, he had finally plucked such a vibrant flower. David Carnegie admitted that one reason he could attract this woman was that he was a director and screenwriter. It was an affirmation and praise of his abilities, and also a manifestation of his charm. Besides, being able to embrace such a beauty was enough to showcase his masculine charm.

It was summer, and the air conditioning was constantly running, keeping the room temperature around 23 degrees Celsius. A thin blanket covered the two of them. David Carnegie gently got out of bed, the blanket thrown aside. His

full, rounded body lay on the bed, so vivid in the dim light, especially from behind. His exquisite curves flowed along his smooth shoulders, ending at a slender waist, then widening to form a beautiful arc of hips. A glimpse of a deep cleavage was visible between his silvery buttocks. His jet-black hair cascaded down, contrasting beautifully with his white back, making the black shine and the white translucent. After washing up, David Carnegie asked

the waiter to bring breakfast: coffee, chocolate cake, and mille-feuille. *Friends* was finished; he could write a second season if he had time. Of course, he knew about the storm surrounding *Friends* before, so there was no need to worry.

The outline for Forrest Gump's script is already written; it just needs a little more time to be completed. Of course, a screenwriter will need to review and revise it. Who should they cast for the female lead? They could easily name ten or eight beauties like David Carnegie, but there's only one female lead. Monica Bellucci? Not quite right? Kate Beckinsale would be okay? Sophie Maserati, the French "eternal love," would be perfect. Anyone who's seen 007 knows her charm.

"Good morning, David!" Lisa Kudrow was only wrapped in a towel, her curvaceous figure and beautiful face radiating charm. Europeans are more direct, without any shyness.

This excited David Carnegie, who was already up early in the morning: "Good morning, I won't sleep in any longer."

"That's enough, I'm going to take a shower. Get me some breakfast, Director." Lisa Kudrow walked into the bathroom with a captivating silhouette.

He'd had many women in his past life, but none as alluring as her. He could only dream of them; now it was completely different. David Carnegie's mind started racing.

This TV series was, of course, *Friends*, which officially premiered on July 1st. Although its release date was set for the beginning of summer vacation, it had already begun advertising extensively. Not only were snippets shown in trailers to whet viewers' appetites, but the show also specifically highlighted that the concept originated from 17-year-old director David Carnegie, thus attracting considerable attention. Especially after the rumors of a romance between David Carnegie and one of the show's female leads, Lisa Kudrow, surfaced, Carlos DeCook even made a small dig at it.

It was precisely because of this relentless advertising offensive that the first episode of *Friends* achieved a 15% viewership rating after its broadcast—a remarkable number for a new show. According to reports, this was just the beginning. When the second episode aired, the ratings jumped to 25% after the third episode, a

three-stage leap. While it's uncertain if this will ever happen again in American TV series, it's certainly unprecedented. The characters' humorous dialogue and comical daily lives resonated with many Americans, leading to numerous calls requesting reruns. Seeing the show's popularity, it was conveniently placed in daytime slots, attracting many viewers who had missed it for various reasons. Consequently, the reruns' ratings weren't significantly lower than the initial broadcast.

Carlos DeCook was naturally overjoyed by this situation, as the astonishing, even terrifying, ratings attracted numerous advertisers waving checks and offering exorbitant advertising fees. Even many programs saw a significant increase in viewership.

NCA isn't a major network, incomparable to CNN and CBS. If it were a major network, the ratings could easily double. "David, you're a genius." “

Alright, Carlos, you rushed over here so quickly, you're not telling me I'm a genius, are you?” David Carnegie had never been disappointed by *Friends*, neither in his past life nor now.

Carlos DeCook laughed, “Of course not. David, these ratings have given the station a bit of a buzz, but it's not enough. It's still far from being a giant.”

One show certainly isn't enough, but what about a dozen? *Friends* has ten seasons, and other shows have several seasons as well. You could say there won't be a shortage of good TV series for the next twenty years. David Carnegie smiled, “Carlos, are you planning to do that?”

“David, I hope you can film another TV series, or a sequel to *Friends*.”

“Carlos, don't rush. I'll definitely film a TV series. I've already written the second season of *Friends*, but filming won't start until next year.”

Carlos DeCook disagreed, “David! Now is the best time for the station to develop. I hope you can film another TV series.”

David Carnegie, of course, knew that now was the golden age of television dramas. After all, with the advent of the internet in the 21st century, it was rare for television dramas to achieve such phenomenal ratings. "Carlos, I've prepared a program; let's put the drama on hold for now." "

A program?"

"Yes! I guarantee it won't be any worse than the drama."

"My God! David, really?"

Would I lie to you? The television station is mine, okay? David Carnegie smiled wryly: "Carlos, don't forget, this television station is my father's life's work. Would I give it up?"

"Haha! David NCA will definitely become the best television station in America under your management."

"Carlos, it's not under my management, it's under our management."

"Yes, under our management."

"Carlos, the drama has already aired, what about my film company?"

"It's already underway. You haven't told me the name of the film company yet." "

It'll be called Dragon. I've even thought of the logo; it'll be the Chinese dragon."

"A dragon? That's not a good thing."

"Carlos, don't compare the European reptiles in your head to the Chinese dragon; they're not even in the same league." “

Okay!” Carlos DeCook didn’t know why David had changed so much; he could only describe him as a genius, after all, geniuses are always incomprehensible.

“Young Master, President Carlos can have breakfast now,” Siegfried said.

“…”

Meanwhile, *Friends* received unanimous praise from critics. Although only three episodes had aired so far, many already considered it a brilliant work.

“Six people, each with their own personality and characteristics, experience ordinary yet funny stories in the city of New York. The writers and directors have a perfect grasp of humor in everyday life, making it feel like it’s happening right next to us. Coupled with the wonderful performances of the six actors, it’s no wonder it’s so popular. We have every reason to look forward to the next episode.” This was an article by renowned critic Ciarán Hinds published in *The Washington Post*.

In short, the second half of the year had just begun in the US, and it was safe to say that the most popular TV series was *Friends*, which had only aired three episodes. The most popular character was undoubtedly the ditzy heiress Rachel Green—this was based on a public opinion poll; her sweet image and well-developed personality garnered overwhelming support. Next was Lisa Kudrow's portrayal of Phoebe Buffet, the eccentric masseuse who loved playing guitar and singing, famous for her song "Smelly Cat."

Aside from Lisa Kudrow, the other actors were all newcomers, making the six main leads an instant sensation. No wonder, given the nationwide popularity of *Friends*. Many agents approached the lead actors, but they all knew it was David Carnegie who had offered them these roles; not only were contracts already signed, but good scripts were hard to find.

Of course, there were exceptions. In the second week, Ross Geller's agent actually approached Carlos Decoy demanding a raise. "It's the contract. If you don't want to film, just pay the penalty."

"President Carlos, you should know how popular Ross Geller is right now?"

He knew from David that these people couldn't be tolerated. And if they can make them famous, they can also make others famous. "Hehe! I wonder how many people want to be in 'Friends' now, and there are even quite a few stars trying to get bit parts."

The agent wasn't stupid; he knew that "Friends" was all the rage right now, and he had no choice but to compromise. Because this was only the first season, who knew how many seasons there would be?

Chapter Seven: Forrest Gump .

"Friends" was a hit across America, but it hadn't yet attracted the attention of other major television networks. After all, even the most popular TV series couldn't turn the tide. A television network's development relied on accumulation, and a single TV series could only generate short-term profits. For long-term success, other programs were needed, such as sports, entertainment, and news.

The script for "Forrest Gump" was ready, but the male lead, Tom Hanks, was currently very popular and simply beyond the reach of the newly established film company. As for the female lead, David Carnegie naturally wanted to cast the French goddess Sophie Marceau, but both of them were extremely difficult to hire.

On the sixteenth floor of the film company, David Carnegie looked out the window, but his mood was very bad. This was the third time he had sent someone to invite Tom Hanks and Sophie Marceau, and the answer was always the same: no time. "Does leaving Zhang the Butcher mean we won't eat pork anymore?"

"President! It's time to leave work." Secretary Camina knocked on the door.

David Carnegie hadn't expected time to pass so quickly. "You can go home now!"

"Okay." Camina was selected from a hundred applicants; she possessed both intelligence and beauty. A young boss wouldn't be in the mood to work if he didn't have good looks. David Carnegie had originally considered having his secretary do the work when needed, and do the work when not. But now he simply wasn't in the mood.

Camina's purple suit fit her perfectly, showcasing her beautiful upper body. Her high, firm breasts pushed the suit up high, tracing a graceful arc across her chest, making her breasts, tightly encased in the suit, appear so full and firm, so almost bursting out.

Kamina wore a mid-length skirt, which made her slender waist appear incredibly delicate, adding a touch of litheness to her figure. The skirt clung tightly to her full, firm hips, making them look incredibly round and alluring. Beneath the

skirt, the outline of her legs was faintly visible to David Carnegie. The skirt stretched taut over the policewoman's legs, making them appear exceptionally full and supple. These were absolutely stunning legs, David Carnegie had thought to himself upon first seeing them. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the mood today and didn't observe them closely.

Her rounded, smooth calves, exposed beyond her mid-length skirt, appeared so white and alluring against the skirt's backdrop. Upon seeing them, one couldn't help but let their thoughts wander from those exposed legs to the area between Kamina's legs, imagining the softest, most mysterious parts of her body beneath the mid-length skirt. Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's genitals realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large protrusions, closely matching female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

After Kamina left, she was a little depressed. She dressed up specially today, but the boss didn't notice. Although monogamy is common abroad, having a lover is normal. That's how the world is; the weak depend on the strong. David Carnegie, though young, was talented and a wealthy man. Owning a television station and a film company are all poisons that attract women. Camina is the same; even if she can't become David Carnegie's wife, becoming his mistress would be good too.

You can become a millionaire by smashing a rock somewhere in Los Angeles, and you can also smash a rock somewhere and win a bunch of people who have nothing to eat. In this city of angels, countless rich people live a life of debauchery, and countless actors strive for opportunities.

I know Tom Hanks entirely because of Forrest Gump; as for his information, David Carnegie knows nothing about him. In my previous life, who would bother to know about a male star? He wasn't gay. Now it's different; he's a director, so of course he needs to know about actors.

Tom Hanks was born on July 9, 1956, in Concord, Oakland, California, USA[1]. His full name is Thomas J. Hanks. His father, Amos Hanks, was a chef, and his mother, Jenna Turner, worked at a hospital. When he was 5 years old, his parents divorced, and he was raised by his chef father. Later, his father remarried twice, and Hanks had two different mothers. Before he was even 10 years old, he frequently experienced a nomadic life, changing schools and residences constantly. As an adult, Hanks is reluctant to talk about his unhappy childhood. But it was precisely because of this that life taught him to face life with an optimistic and positive attitude. "Past experiences cultivated my independent spirit," he said, teaching him to face life with optimism and positivity. It wasn't until he was studying at the University of California that he suddenly developed a strong interest in acting, joining the school's drama club and thus gaining access to professional knowledge and acting training. After graduating, Hanks came to New York to pursue his acting career.

Thanks to Hanks' intelligence and quick learning, he landed a good-guy role on the Happy Channel in just three years. In 1979, Hanks made his acting debut in a low-budget film, *He Knows You're Alone*, which was released in 1980, marking the first step in the acting career of this Oscar-winning actor. Soon after, he moved to Los Angeles and starred in the television series *Bosom Buddies*. Simultaneously, he also appeared in other television series, such as *Taxi*, *Family Ties*, and most notably, *Maze and Monsters*. Hanks' success in 1984 with his role in Disney's *Splash* launched him to stardom, but subsequent events were less promising. A series of setbacks did not deter this talented young man. In 1988, Hanks starred in the hugely successful film *Big* (1988). His masterful and vivid portrayal of a 12-year-old boy who suddenly grows into a 36-year-old man successfully imbued a mature man with childlike innocence, humor, and mischief, earning him four Best Actor nominations: an Oscar, a Golden Globe, an Academy Award, and a New York Film Critics Circle Award. Hanks infused his life experiences and understanding into his performances, often resulting in a fresh and innovative approach. His understanding of comedy was no longer merely intuitive; he truly grasped its deeper meaning. He began to explore new avenues, broadening his acting range and proving he was more than just a "comedic" screen star. Following the immense success of *Bonfire of the Vanities* (1990) and *A League of Their Own* (1992), *Sleepless in Seattle* (1993) provided Hanks with an opportunity to showcase his true comedic genius and mature acting skills. His portrayal of an honest, kind, easygoing, witty, humorous, and subtly melancholic father won over audiences, garnering widespread acclaim and becoming a major turning point in his acting career. Another

film in 1993, *Philadelphia*, propelled Tom Hanks to his first major acting peak, in which he played a gay lawyer suffering from AIDS and facing discrimination. This was a significant challenge for his acting, for which Hanks personally experienced and made enormous sacrifices, believing that "taking the greatest risk means potentially the greatest reward." The film captivated critics and audiences alike, generating a huge social impact. It seems Tom Hanks won both the Golden Globe Award and the 66th Academy Award for Best Actor this year.

Such a star naturally looks down on small film companies, let alone new ones. There's no information on Tom Hanks beyond that; unless David Carnegie brings Baidu or Google, he'll need someone to look up information on male celebrities. David Carnegie

took a cigar from the box on the table, cut off the top, and took a big puff. He thought to himself, "Am I going to have to go to his house three times myself?" Sophie Marceau is also a problem, and she's still in France. It seems he needs to win over Tom Hanks first, then go to France and win over the French goddess. He

finally contacted Tom Hanks the next day through Carlos DeCook. In an elegant café, David Carnegie finally met Tom Hanks, the actor who played Forrest Gump.

“Hello, Tom!” David Carnegie extended his hand.

“Hello, Director David.” Tom Hanks also extended his hand.

After sitting down, Tom Hanks said directly, “David, I understand why you’re here, but I really don’t have time to make a new movie.”

“Tom, don’t rush, take a look at the script first.” David Carnegie pushed the script on his table towards him.

Tom Hanks obliged and picked up the script to read. Tom Hanks had initially refused because his agent thought that such a small film company couldn’t offer a high salary. In addition, Tom Hanks had a chance to win the Golden Globe Award and the 66th Academy Award for Best Actor this year. There was no need to make a movie for a small company.

David Carnegie was also in no hurry and slowly sipped his coffee. More than ten minutes passed. Tom Hanks put down the script and said, "I'll take this role."

"Happy to work with you!"

"Happy to work with you!"

After leaving the coffee shop, his agent asked, "Tom, are you really going to take this role?"

"It's a good script. If I don't win an Oscar this year, this one will give me a chance next year."

"Is the script really that good?"

"Funky trusts my judgment."

David Carnegie suddenly found his coffee much more palatable. He had finally secured the male lead; now it was time for the female lead.

Chapter Eight: French goddess

David Carnegie transited through Los Angeles to New York, and then flew from New York to Paris. All for the sake of the French goddess Sophie Marceau; he hoped she wouldn't disappoint him. He didn't know if it was because of his Chinese heritage, but David Carnegie felt he preferred Chinese beauties, or rather, Asian women. He had seen many beautiful women in Los Angeles, but none had truly captured his heart.

He had known this French goddess, Sophie Marceau, from the 007 movies, and in his past life, David Carnegie had wished she were his woman. In his past life, it was just a thought; now, the opportunity had arrived. Although he was a bit older, there's an old Chinese saying: "A woman three years older than you brings good fortune." And David Carnegie also liked mature women. How fulfilling would it be to conquer a goddess who refused marriage?

Paris is a world-renowned fashion capital, a city that embodies romance, style, elegance, and sophistication. You only truly feel it when you're actually in the city center. From boarding the plane to disembarking, David Carnegie's mind was filled with thoughts of Sophie Marceau, but even his hotel secretary received a call saying Sophie Marceau was unavailable that day. David Carnegie truly felt the feeling that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Paris is the capital and largest city of France, its political, economic, and cultural center, and one of the four world-class cities, second only to New York and London, alongside Tokyo. In its development since the Middle Ages, Paris has preserved its past, even the layout of some of its oldest streets, while simultaneously developing a unified style and modern infrastructure. As the heart of France, Paris is home to the headquarters of many multinational corporations, with La Défense being the main business district. Paris is France's largest industrial city, airport, river port, and land transportation hub. However, Paris has a serious immigration problem, with most North African immigrants living in government-provided low-cost housing in the suburbs, leading to frequent security incidents.

At the same time, Paris is one of Europe's three major cities, alongside London and Milan. Like Milan, the fashion capital, Paris is also a world fashion center. Such a place is perfect for a woman like Camina; it's practically her shopping paradise. Therefore, David Carnegie decided to give Camina a day off to shop to her heart's content.

She could go see Notre Dame Cathedral and the Eiffel Tower. David Carnegie had long wanted to see these two world-famous buildings, but in his previous life, he couldn't even afford the plane ticket to Paris, let alone the visa. It's said that during World War II, even Hitler didn't dare touch Notre Dame. The order to destroy the city of Paris was issued but never carried out.

The Eiffel Tower, which began construction in 1887, has three floors located at 57.6 meters, 115.7 meters, and 276.1 meters above the ground. The first and second floors house restaurants, while the third floor has an observation deck. There are 1,711 steps from the base to the top, and the tower used 7,000 tons of steel, 12,000 metal parts, and 2.59 million rivets, making it extremely magnificent and splendid.

Standing at the entrance of Notre Dame Cathedral, David Carnegie's first thought was of the Yuanmingyuan, the Garden of Gardens, now destroyed and hailed as the pinnacle of garden design, the Versailles of the East. What a magnificent legacy it would have left to humanity if it hadn't been destroyed!

"Hi!"

A sudden greeting interrupted his thoughts. Turning around, he saw a blonde beauty with the air of a Gypsy woman. She was around twenty years old, over 1.60 meters tall, wearing a white t-shirt and white trousers. "Are you calling me?"

"Yes! You seem so engrossed. Are you a Christian?" the woman asked.

"No!" David Carnegie replied helplessly. He hadn't believed in ghosts or gods before, but now that this kind of fictional scenario was happening to him, what couldn't happen? However, it didn't change David Carnegie's skepticism.

"Then why are you so engrossed?"

"Because it reminds me of something else."

"Reminds you of what?"

If the woman in front of him wasn't beautiful, David Carnegie would never have said so much. "Beautiful lady, you haven't introduced yourself yet?"

"Hello, my name is Elena Segaher."

A nice name, and a nice person too. Unfortunately, David Carnegie didn't listen to French songs in his previous life, so he wasn't necessarily surprised. Before him stood a gentle French diva, some called the "Queen of Healing," whose voice could soothe the soul simply by floating in the air. Whether in a good mood or a bad mood, her songs would bring a smile to one's lips; whether it was day or night, following her voice would lead to tranquility.

"Hello, David Carnegie. Did you come alone?" David Carnegie asked.

"Yes, I came to Paris to see it," Elena Segaher said.

"Let's go to the Eiffel Tower together," David Carnegie invited.

"I'd like to see it too."

On the way, David Carnegie found Elena Segaher to be very lively and strong. Her parents were divorced, and life was difficult, but she still persisted in her love of music. She had sung in bars of all sizes for many years. David Carnegie really didn't know much about music. He knew quite a few famous English, Chinese, and Korean songs, but he didn't understand a word of French. However, Elena Sigarh was very good; her music was very pleasant to listen to. As for anything else, David Carnegie really couldn't say.

Standing at the Eiffel Tower, it was fate that the two met in the vast sea of people. David Carnegie asked, "Elena, do you want to develop your career in America?"

"Go to America?" Elena Sigarh exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, I want to develop my career in America. It has the best music companies in the world."

Elena Sigarh also wanted to go, but the cost of traveling abroad was not low. If no company accepted her in a short time, she would have to live on the streets. David Carnegie suddenly remembered something and smiled, "Elena Sigarh, I formally invite you to join my music company."

"What? Your music company?" Elena Sigarh looked incredulous, after all, David looked no more than twenty years old.

"This is my business card." At this time, a business card was a good thing for communication, and David Carnegie took it out of his wallet and handed it over.

"The chairman of the TV station, the president of the film company?" Elena Segaher looked at him as if he were God.

"Please believe me, if you're not satisfied in America, I'll send you back and compensate you for your losses," David Carnegie said.

"Well, can I think about it? Just one night," Elena Segaher said nervously.

"Okay, I'll be in Paris these next few days, staying in room 307 of the Westin Vend?me Hotel," David Carnegie said.

"I will definitely consider it seriously."

After that, Elena Segaher lost her appetite and didn't even go to dinner together. The two had to part ways and return to the Westin Vend?me Hotel. David Carnegie went to the restaurant alone. He hadn't seen the French goddess today, but having a beautiful woman by his side was not bad.

He had wanted to try the pan-fried foie gras for a long time, and today he finally had the chance. Although the hotel food was good, the best food was still the old restaurants. After all, he didn't have time to look for good food today, and David Carnegie really wanted to try authentic French cuisine. After all, French cuisine, Turkish cuisine, and Chinese cuisine are considered the world's three major culinary traditions. Coming to Paris and not trying authentic local food would be quite inappropriate.

French cuisine is universally acknowledged as the world's finest. Its delicate flavors, delicious sauces, and exquisite tableware presentation are simply art. French culinary techniques have always been renowned worldwide. French cuisine is not only delicious but also boasts a wide variety of dishes and unique cooking methods.

Although he hadn't yet tried French food, David Carnegie felt that Chinese cuisine ranked first, followed by French cuisine, and then Turkish cuisine. This is because foreigners have a much higher influence than the Chinese, and they often view the Chinese as inferior. While many foreigners have praised Chinese food, they would never give it first place.

The French meal consisted of thirteen courses. The first course, sardines, was quite good; the second, vegetable soup, was acceptable; and the third course was the main course. When eating the pan-fried foie gras, David Carnegie found it fragrant and not too dry. It had the aroma of wine, foie gras, and fig, creating a unique flavor.

Having tasted the pan-fried foie gras, I felt I absolutely couldn't miss out on the famous French dishes: foie gras paté, oyster cups, escargot, Maringou chicken, Maxini chicken, onion soup, sirloin steak, and bouillabaisse. Just like with beautiful women, once you've set your sights on them, how can you let them go?

Around 9 PM, Camina returned laden with bags and packages. It seems shopping is truly a woman's nature; it's something you can't change.

Chapter Nine: Goddess by My Side

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Although David Carnegie has a preference for Asian women, when he actually saw Sophie Marceau, he realized she was even more beautiful than the mature Sophie Marceau he had seen since 007. A pair of clear, melancholic brown-green captivating eyes, an exquisitely beautiful face, and a slender, sexy figure. Sophie Marceau possesses a mysterious and perfect blend of Eastern and Western beauty, radiating an irresistible charm and a powerful presence.

She truly deserves to be called one of France's most representative goddesses, and is also a powerhouse performer. Sophie Marceau seemed accustomed to being seen this way by men. David Carnegie hesitated before saying, "Hello! Sophie Marceau, I'm David Carnegie."

"Hello! David Carnegie," Sophie Marceau replied, her tone equally captivating.

"I presume you know why I'm here."

"Yes!"

David Carnegie knew that the goddess before him was a staunch opponent of marriage. Currently, the goddess maintained an innocent, virginal image. It wasn't until next year, in the film *Wild Love*, that she appeared in a bikini, wet hair, clothes dripping water, lying on the beach, hands under her armpits, mouth slightly open. This film completely shattered Sophie's innocent image, transforming her into a sex symbol in the hearts of the French, and also beginning her 18-year-long relationship with director Andrzej Zulawski.

Knowing that Sophie Marceau was famously straightforward and never minced words, David Carnegie knew which director couldn't stand her. He pushed the script onto the table and said directly, "Here's the script. If you read it and there's no chance of working together, I'm leaving immediately."

"Okay!" Sophie Marceau picked up the script and started reading. David Carnegie, as if he were in a coffee shop with Tom Hanks, drank coffee alone.

After nearly twenty minutes, Sophie Marceau put down the script and said, "A great script."

“I think so too, because I know my script best.” David Carnegie knew Sophie Marceau had been captivated by André Zulaws in ten minutes, and he wanted to win her over with his own charm first.

Sophie Marceau exclaimed in surprise, “You wrote it?” After all, it was quite astonishing that a young man who looked to be only twenty could write such a script.

David Carnegie knew that in foreign countries, talent would be recognized. “What? You don’t believe me?”

“No! I just think you’re very talented.”

“Then can I invite you to participate in my movie now?”

“My God, you’re a director?”

“Yes! I’ve only directed TV series, but they were quite successful.”

“TV series? What TV series did you direct?”

“Friends.”

“The one that swept across America, Friends.”

“Yes! And I even wrote the script.” David Carnegie said proudly, without the slightest shame. Even piracy can be this arrogant. It’s a good thing there’s no other reborn friend, or David Carnegie would definitely be torn to shreds.

"I never imagined you were so talented."

"Talent can't put food on the table, beautiful lady. May I have the honor of inviting you to lunch?" David Carnegie invited.

"Director David hopes for a pleasant collaboration. As for lunch..." Sophie Marceau paused, then smiled, "It would be my pleasure."

*Thinking of that?* David Carnegie thought to himself, "I'll make sure you're bedridden from now on." Despite his thoughts, he still very politely said, "This way, beautiful lady."

"Thank you!"

A goddess is truly different; even her walk is captivating. No wonder she wrote poems in praise of her. To Sophie Marceau By Taishan Yihaomang You are not a god; time has eroded your flesh. Greatness and immortality do not belong to you. The mirror of time today only reflects the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes. But the Creator of yesteryear must have sincerely envied how his hands created you, a mortal. Perhaps it was out of jealousy that your face was placed on the great wheel of time. I wish to transform into a dying butterfly and flutter with you, to find an eternal grave for beauty.

On the way to the restaurant, David Carnegie occasionally observed Sophie Marceau. Now he had seen the French goddess; he wondered when he would see Monica Bellucci. In his previous life, David Carnegie had been excited for a long time upon hearing that the two great Italian and French actresses, Monica Bellucci and Sophie Marceau, were collaborating for the first time in the new film "Don't Look Back."

Especially the trailer and many stills; David Carnegie even used them as his computer desktop wallpaper. In the dim, nostalgic tones, thriller, suspense, and erotic scenes blended together. Monica Bellucci steals the show, showcasing her signature boldness and sensuality once again.

Bellucci's sexiness differs from the refined elegance of Frenchwoman Sophie Marceau, and from the rebellious and unrestrained style of American actress Angelina Jolie; it is purely Italian, authentic, and natural. Her acting career escaped the current Italian film desert, choosing instead to work in Hollywood and European art films, and she was once hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world. What

David Carnegie admires most about Monica Bellucci is that while other actresses try to cling to youth using various technological methods, the 46-year-old Bellucci authentically allows the marks of time to remain. She even doesn't mind showcasing her post-pregnancy fullness in her new film, *Summer*. Bellucci frequently emphasizes her Italian identity: "I'm from Italy, I need children, I need a family, I need music to fill my life, I need fashion and art."

It's as if David Carnegie, though reborn in a different body, now possesses the true memories of the American David Carnegie. But he always considered himself Chinese. Of course, he couldn't tell anyone unless he wanted to be a guinea pig for those mad scientists.

At the restaurant table, David Carnegie went to the other side and very gentlemanly pulled out a chair for Sophie Marceau. "Please!"

"Thank you!" Sophie Marceau's movements were very elegant, without any pretense, as if she were doing it naturally.

"Chicken Maringu, onion soup, chocolate lava cake..."

"Chicken Maxini, vegetable soup, macarons, soufflés..."

David Carnegie had seen French desserts in his previous life, such as mille-feuille, soufflés, and macarons, all of which looked delicious. Macarons were even specially introduced; he hadn't noticed them yesterday, so he wouldn't miss them today. Macaron means "a young girl's breast" in French! Because it's a thin crepe with fillings, the crepe itself is extremely delicate and flaky. The ingredients are simply almonds, egg whites, sugar, flour, and butter, but creating such a delicate and flaky crust is not easy, so it really tests the pastry chef's skill.

Soufflé is even simpler, just fresh milk and egg whites. However, the egg whites, yolks, and milk are whipped together and then baked in a water bath. The egg whites expand and melt at the slightest touch, leaving a rich, milky aroma. The French word "souffle" means to blow air out of the air, and it must be eaten hot—a fleeting dream, and a basic dessert that tests a pastry chef's skills.

A traditional French menu has 13 courses, each small in portion and exquisitely flavorful. Unfortunately, it takes too long, so it's often simplified to 3-5 courses.

Furthermore, the French are very particular about the pairing of wine with food. For example, a light aperitif is drunk before a meal; white wine or rose wine is drunk with salads, soups, and seafood; red wine is drunk with meat; and a small amount of brandy or a sweet wine is drunk after the meal.

"What would Sophie Marceau like to drink?" David Carnegie asked.

"You decide!" Sophie Marceau seemed to be testing David.

"A bottle of Pomerol!" David Carnegie surprisingly didn't choose Lafite.

After the waiter left, Sophie Marceau asked, "Why didn't you choose Lafite?"

"Pomerol is the smallest region in Bordeaux that produces great red wines. It produces some of the most expensive, exciting, and captivating wines in the world." "

Lafite is ranked number one among the five estates."

"Sometimes you don't necessarily choose the best, but you must choose what suits you. Alright, Miss Sophie, we can dine now."

"Okay."

Tradition makes all the difference. The meal lasted nearly three hours, and that was in a hotel. In a traditional restaurant, it would take at least four hours. After spending so much time together, Sophie Marceau was filled with curiosity about David Carnegie.

This man, not yet twenty, was a genius director and screenwriter. He was also very interesting and knowledgeable. He even knew a lot about ancient China. Once a woman becomes curious about a man, she'll be drawn in. David Carnegie had two memories, and also advanced knowledge of the next 20 years—how could she not be curious?

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Chapter Ten: The Goddess's Rise and Fall.

David Carnegie's burning gaze seemed to pierce through the other's resistance, wanting to force her into submission with his semen. The other's shy yet uneasy expression only added to David Carnegie's inexplicable excitement. To be precise, he was like a bull in heat, staring at its prey with red eyes. The longer he spent with Sophie Marceau, the more he was captivated by her charm.

Realizing that this situation was disadvantageous to him, Sophie Marceau cleverly avoided David Carnegie's gaze, which seemed to want to devour her, and instead shifted the topic to David Carnegie. He hadn't finished high school, was obsessed with filmmaking, and could write screenplays. He was even directing the hottest TV series in the US, and he wrote the script for that as well.

The brief encounter piqued the curiosity of many, including Sophie Marceau. Through their conversation, she also learned that David Carnegie knew a great deal about ancient and mysterious China. David Carnegie, caught off guard, could only helplessly accept this reality; this woman's caution and vigilance were truly extraordinary, causing her to leap away like a startled deer at the slightest transgression.

"I never imagined your work was so exciting!" Sophie Marceau couldn't help but sigh. "Why is your work life so challenging and adventurous, so colorful, while our lives are so monotonous and boring?"

"What? Envious or jealous? Don't envy others; it's because you haven't tried to experience life and find its joys. Life is different for everyone, but..." David Carnegie laughed, "As long as you try to find and feel it, boldly savor and experience it, you'll always find your own kind of life, just like mine!"

David Carnegie's emotionally charged words almost flooded her heart, instantly cracking open Sophie Marceau's fragile heart, and a surge of intense emotion instantly filled her entire being. (Sophie Marceau started filming short films in 1995, but didn't really begin making movies until 2002.) A slightly flushed, alluring blush rose on Sophie

Marceau's face. She tried to calm her turbulent emotions with deep breaths, but was inadvertently locked onto by the other man's burning, bright gaze. His intense, wild gaze, like a sharp awl, easily pried open the cracks in her heart.

In that instant, David Carnegie caught her shyness and desire, his hand tracing along the coffee table to her alabaster wrist.

Sophie Marceau stared wide-eyed at this audacious man, speechless with surprise. David Carnegie calmly moved his gaze from her head to her face, then down her neck, finally settling on her full, rounded breasts. Her long white dress outlined the exceptionally beautiful curves of Sophie Marceau's ample bosom, the rapid rise and fall making them even more alluring.

David Carnegie gently took Sophie Marceau's hand. Her heart pounded. But her hand remained still. David Carnegie gently caressed and stroked her hand, as if cherishing a most beloved treasure. He then lightly ran his fingers across her palm, the fine sweat making it damp.

Sophie Marceau closed her eyes, held her breath, and her flushed cheeks glowed a beautiful red. David Carnegie smiled serenely, picked up her wrist, and held it to his nose, inhaling softly. Sophie Marceau felt his warm breath seep into her body, like an anesthetic slowly eroding her resistance.

Finally, David Carnegie lowered his head and gently kissed her wrist, releasing it amidst her bewildered, terrified, and lost gaze. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he signaled the waiter to pay the bill. Holding Sophie Marceau's hand, David Carnegie walked with steady, powerful steps. A light drizzle had begun to fall outside in the cold, desolate night. Sophie Marceau instinctively felt that the man before her was her only reliable support.

They entered the elevator and arrived at David Carnegie's floor. As the door clicked shut, both of them relaxed, replaced by an overwhelming tension and desire.

In the darkness, Sophie Marceau felt him gently and calmly embrace her from behind. Before she could say anything, he kissed her neck, a long-lost warm breath hovering near her ear, inhaling her body's fragrance.

In the silence, her heart pounded like a drum, the powerful vibrations of her heart pumping through their bodies.

Sophie Marceau closed her eyes, breathing softly, her breath growing increasingly rapid. His warm, moist breath moved to her earlobe, finally twitching slightly, a subtle caress that slowly spread throughout her body.

When David Carnegie's hands slowly slid down to her breasts, which stood erect through her long, flowing dress, Sophie Marceau trembled as if electrocuted. A strange tension and pressure slowly traveled up her body to her lower abdomen, and she felt a sense of fear.

It was a pair of thin silk bras; he touched the swollen breasts and gently kneaded them. Her heart leaped into her throat, and her whole body went limp. She tried to push his hands away, but she had no strength. A burning sensation spread throughout her body, rippling through every nerve ending, filling her with both despair and longing.

David Carnegie's hands began to carefully stir those two long-dormant, gentle volcanoes.

His heavy breathing was like a gust of wind that threatened to knock Sophie Marceau over. Sophie Marceau found herself seemingly unable to even move her feet, and could only lean against his chest. David Carnegie turned her around, letting her wrap her arms around his neck. He could clearly feel two warm hands pressing against his chest, and gently swayed his pectoral muscles, his hands sliding down to her upturned buttocks, as if caressing and manipulating two large Russian loaves of bread.

Sophie Marceau could no longer resist, tightly embracing David Carnegie's neck and pressing her burning face against his. David Carnegie freed his hands to cup her head, and in the darkness, he could clearly feel her flushed, burning cheeks. Just as she was about to turn her head away, his lips sealed hers.

Sophie Marceau felt something strong and warm intrude into her mouth, an incredible warmth spreading through her body from the back of her tongue, making her dizzy. The moment their tongues touched, David Carnegie heard a soft moan. The woman, already gripped by tension and fear, was overwhelmed by waves of dizziness, and she almost fainted.

She had never been kissed so wildly and unrestrainedly in her life. Since her boyfriend's time, she had only ever received gentle, sweet kisses. This deep kiss, almost awakening her from the depths of her body, made her feel the heat of purgatory for the first time. In "This is What a Romantic French Kiss Is Like,"

Sophie Marceau was as limp as a snake with its bones removed, almost collapsing to the ground. If David Carnegie hadn't caught her at the right moment, she believed she would have completely collapsed onto the carpet. David Carnegie picked her up and placed her on the edge of the bed. A dim bedside lamp cast a soft, warm light throughout the room, and Sophie Marceau's plaintive moans seemed to echo in her chest.

The hum of the air conditioner was so captivating, the warm air rippling through the room. David Carnegie knelt on the edge of the bed, pressing his face tightly against her chest, breathing deeply, as if trying to absorb everything from her.

The shoes were nowhere to be seen, lying on the carpet. The long, flowing dress accentuated her curvaceous figure in the soft light.

Sophie Marceau held David Carnegie's head tightly, pressing it against her chest. David Carnegie finally and cautiously slipped his fingers behind Sophie Marceau's back, deftly and carefully unhooking her bra, then held his breath.

Like a child anticipating the most thrilling moment before a grand performance, after the clamor of drums and gongs, he awaited the curtain rising; his heart pounded wildly, giving him an urge to scream.

The curtain finally rose slowly, revealing two shy, undulating peaks before him, full of life, their areolas adorned with fine downy hair!

A warm, fragrant wave wafted over him. On the alabaster-white mounds, two dark red peaks rose and fell with the woman's breath. David Carnegie gently licked them with the tip of his tongue, and they instantly became vibrant and luscious.

She sipped and sucked gently, her tongue moving like a swimming fish.

Sophie Marceau felt waves of uncontrollable pleasure bursting in her chest, like a volcanic eruption, bursting forth. In her daze, she felt like a candle about to melt completely, unable to even sit still, while the honey-like fluid overflowing from her private parts had completely soaked her panties, even seeping through her cashmere stockings.

When Sophie Marceau begged him to turn off the bedside lamp, David Carnegie simply and gently closed her eyes, letting her immerse herself in the darkness to seek a sense of security. She could finally relax, allowing David Carnegie to methodically undress her, strip by strip, wearing her clothes, stockings, and underwear. It was easy and pleasant; at that moment, she felt like a fish on a chopping board, yearning for the butcher to dissect and ravage her.

The warm room allowed David Carnegie to indulge himself without restraint. The woman presented before him was so alluring, her soft, flat abdomen and upside-down jade-like breasts, plus the dark red hidden deep within the green grass, paired with her captivatingly flushed face—it was enough to drive anyone mad.

With a powerful thrust and a soul-stirring "squeak," both David Carnegie and the woman couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh from the depths of their hearts.

Layers upon layers of wet, slippery flesh instantly engulfed David Carnegie's body. The sensation of being soaked in that jade-like fluid was enough to drive any normal man mad. David Carnegie was almost instantly captivated, oblivious to heaven or hell; at this moment, he only knew how to fully enjoy life.

Sophie Marceau let out a sweet moan: "So good... Oh... David... Fuck me to death... Oh... God..."

"Baby, is it good?"

"Yes... So good..."

David held Sophie Marceau's waist with both hands, helping her rotate, gradually increasing the speed. Sophie changed from rotating to thrusting, her buttocks moving back and forth, her large penis going in and out of Sophie's hole, making waves of lewd fleshy sounds.

“Oh…good…so good…oh…ah…baby you’re so strong…so amazing…oh…fuck…fuck me to death…I feel so good…uh…ah…I’m…I’m going to climax…um…more…harder…deeper…um…you…you’re fucking me…to death…I’m going to die again…”

David Carnegie’s powerful breathing and thrusts, his hands roaming effortlessly over her body, accompanied by Sophie’s low moans gradually turning into high-pitched cries, it was hard to imagine her previous shyness and reserve.

The woman’s fingers dug deep into David Carnegie’s muscles, almost digging out a piece of flesh, then her whole body tensed, her expression pained, as if her breath had stopped, after a moment of stiffness came rapid trembling, like a sieve that had suddenly been switched on and started sifting wildly, waiting for the waves of sound to gradually calm down, David Carnegie heard a soft sobbing sound.

David Carnegie struggled to control his body, carefully turning on the bedside lamp. Sophie Marceau, as expected, was in tears, gently supporting his rounded shoulders. David Carnegie cautiously asked if she had touched a sore spot. Sophie Marceau shook her head, timidly saying, "No, I'm just too happy. I don't think I've ever felt like this before."

David Carnegie breathed a sigh of relief, dimming the light again. In the dim light, Sophie Marceau seemed to relax again, simply pressing her body tightly against him.

Under the warm yellow light, Sophie Marceau's curves were exquisite, like a goddess in a Western oil painting—full, healthy, and full of spirit. A woman just bathed in love radiated vitality and energy, her face glowing with happiness, clearly a woman immersed in the bliss of pleasure.

"Do you love me?" Sophie Marceau's eyes were filled with both melancholy and joy, two contrasting expressions merging together to create a captivating amber hue.

“Look into my eyes, and you’ll know the answer,” David Carnegie answered earnestly, his heart yearning, “I love you, I love this world!”

Sophie Marceau looked up, gazing intently at him. David Carnegie met her gaze directly, their eyes locked, unable to look away, until their bodies merged once more.

Waking up in the morning, David Carnegie propped himself up, gently observing the soundly sleeping Sophie Marceau. Bathed in the warmth of love, the woman's face radiated peace and tranquility. The slight upturn at the corners of her lips filled David Carnegie with a sense of pride.

To have won the heart of one of France's most representative beauties in recent years was a tremendous source of pride for any David Carnegie. Sophie Marceau was known for her strong will; otherwise, she wouldn't have rejected marriage and endured an eighteen-year relationship with a director much older than herself.

But finally, he had plucked this vibrant flower. David Carnegie admitted that what attracted Sophie Marceau, besides her talent in film and script, was undoubtedly the ancient and mysterious knowledge of China in the eyes of foreigners.

The air conditioner hummed continuously, keeping the room temperature around 25 or 26 degrees Celsius. A thin blanket covered the two of them. They made love passionately, reaching a second climax. The woman, parched like parched land, was exhausted yet incredibly excited. They reached their peak together before falling into a deep sleep.

David Carnegie gently got up, throwing the blanket aside.

Her full, rounded body lay on the bed, so vivid in the dim light, especially from behind. Her exquisite curves flowed along her smooth shoulders, ending at a slender waist, then widening to form a beautiful arc of hips. A cleavage was faintly visible between her silvery buttocks. Her jet-black hair cascaded down, contrasting sharply with her jade-white back, making it appear even more lustrous. Sophie Marceau's skin was translucent white.

David Carnegie couldn't help but admire her; her body was shapely, smooth, and full of rhythmic movement. Once you were on top of her, you couldn't help but be captivated. Sophie Marceau possessed a languid elegance, especially that subtle melancholy. It made you want to hold her in your arms and cherish her. But when you truly possessed her, you would realize that your previous impressions were completely wrong; the stunning scenery on the bed was enough to make your soul leave your body.

Having been reborn for so long, what made David Carnegie happiest wasn't inheriting a vast fortune, nor his amazing photographic talent, nor even his looks. It was his enormous penis, so long it couldn't be grasped in one hand—a nineteen-centimeter-long one. Even the most promiscuous women in Europe and America couldn't handle such a behemoth, let alone ordinary European beauties or Asian beauties.

Thinking of Asian beauties, David Carnegie's little brother started to get excited again. After all, in his previous life, he had lewdly desired many beautiful female celebrities. In a few years, when he achieved fame and success and went to China, he would definitely let those beautiful female celebrities taste the flavor of his giant cannon. Let Brother Xi and Brother Li, those small-time snipers, step aside.

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