Entertainment Empire Tour (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter Seven, "Sexy Goddess Cai Yan,"

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"I spent all night writing the script and novel, who's so inconsiderate as to call so early?" Li Feifan cursed as he picked up the phone. "

Hello! Is this Feifan?" Cai Yan asked.

Hearing a female voice, Li Feifan didn't continue cursing and said, "Yes, this is Feifan. Who are you?"

"You really are Feifan, the author and singer of 'My Heart Will Go On'?" Cai Yan continued to ask.

"Yes! Who are you? I'm hanging up if you don't tell me." Li Feifan yawned and said,

"I'm Li Zhenshu. Can I come visit you now?" Cai Yan said excitedly,

"Villa at xx Street, xx. Okay, just come over." Li Feifan hung up the phone and then picked up the phone to order food.

An hour later, Cai Yan finally arrived. Li Feifan smiled and said, "Come in! It's almost winter, and you're all sweaty."

Cai Yan wiped the sweat from her face and followed Li Feifan into the villa. "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Eat something together, but don't talk while you eat," Li Feifan said.

Half an hour later, she looked serious and asked Li Feifan to take her on as his apprentice. Li Feifan smiled and said, "Do you know how much you have to sacrifice to be an artist? Do you know how many people dream of becoming an artist?"

Cai Yan said, "I'm not afraid of sacrifice, for my dream."

"You're still too naive. You've been in Japan for so long, don't you understand? An artist can be made famous as long as you have money. As long as you spend enough money, even an ordinary person can become a superstar. Do you know that?" Li Feifan said,

"Please teach me! I will work hard."

"From now on, you have to follow my arrangements, and I will agree to your request."

"No problem, don't worry."

Before his rebirth, Li Feifan had watched many of Cai Yan's shows, so the first thing he did was take Cai Yan to change her clothes. As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha. In her past life, Chae Yeon's sexy figure and hot dance moves attracted countless fans. Although she's still rather shy now, she subtly exudes the aura of a diva. It's a pity Chae Yeon's appearance will definitely undergo plastic surgery later.

I remember a video later showing Jang Nara saying something foolish on a South Korean talk show: "Whenever I'm short of money, I go to China to earn it." This immediately drew criticism from netizens across the country, who called her mentally unstable. Chae Yeon, seemingly supporting her compatriots, said: "I feel very sorry for Jang Nara's situation. Nara didn't mean any harm. I hope the public can understand Jang Nara in a positive light. Jang Nara must have also suffered a blow and pain from this. I hope this matter can have a good ending."

A few days later, Li Feifan finished writing the song. "Actually, I think your next album should be an English album! Chinese songs don't feel as good as English ones," Barthold immediately said. "Your song 'God Is a Girl' is really good! I believe the whole world will be captivated by it. You write so many better English songs than Chinese songs, a fact recognized by fans worldwide. Why don't you release another English album and win another Oscar? But you should take home a few Grammys!" Barthold waved his fist.

Unlike Oscars, which are usually won by older people, acting skills aren't honed overnight; they require years of performance to improve. By the time an actor reaches Best Actor level and lands a great role, they're already in their thirties or forties—far too far for Lin Ping, who's only eighteen. But the Grammys are different. Everyone's musical talent is innate, and a singer's voice is innate. At most, it can be refined with a little time. Think about Avril Lavigne, who will debut later; she already has a Grammy. Li Feifan has already left her far behind. Although some people think winning or not doesn't really matter, does not winning mean you lack talent? However, the reality is quite different. Winning an award creates a significant gap in status and prestige compared to those who didn't. This is most evident in the difference in appearance fees and endorsement deals. Especially for world-class music awards like the Grammys, no singer doesn't want to win.

But Li Feifan is exceptionally talented; he's won several awards but always accepted them in person, citing reasons like illness or simply being unable to attend. Therefore, people are used to Li Feifan avoiding public appearances. However, Chinese people have always been particularly interested in winning awards, especially major international awards—it's a source of immense pride and lasting fame. The Chinese have eagerly awaited the Nobel Prize for decades, only to be disappointed time and again. Jealousy, envy, disdain—all sorts of emotions arise. The Oscars are similar; from the initial excitement of a Best Foreign Language Film nomination to repeated disappointments, then to disdain and skepticism towards the organizers, and finally to the Grammys.

In fact, until 2010, only a handful of classical and folk singers and musicians were nominated for and won Grammy Awards. This music, unable to gain recognition domestically, blossomed beautifully abroad. The fact that folk music, unappreciated by Chinese audiences, gained international acclaim is undoubtedly a major irony for the Chinese music scene. The pop music scene, on the other hand, hadn't produced a single major award, not even a nomination. As a result, Zhang Jianying, who only attended one Grammy Awards, was exaggeratedly publicized as if she had won a major award upon returning home.

Moreover, China has numerous award ceremonies, such as the Golden Record Awards and the Golden Melody Awards, which aspire to become the "Grammys of the Chinese music scene." However, each ceremony is merely a poor imitation, designed to elicit laughter. Major awards are either exposed as predetermined or based on monetary sponsorship. Such rife with corruption naturally fails to gain public approval. Without an authoritative industry award, musicians who truly dedicate themselves to music naturally turn their attention overseas. Without an authoritative industry award, our music naturally cannot gain international recognition, let alone the corrupting and damaging influence of those award ceremonies riddled with shady dealings.

"Damn it! What the hell? If I hadn't been reborn into this mixed-race person's body, I would definitely have brought back dozens of trophies for China." Li Feifan cursed inwardly.

"And why did you bring this South Korean girl back? Her looks are average, but her figure is not bad. Her voice is just average." Bartlonde calmly asked,

"Hmph! Bartlonde, let me tell you, even if this South Korean girl is just average, I can still make her the number one in South Korea." Li Feifan sneered,

"Li! Of course I believe in your abilities, but you don't need to waste your time here. You are the number one in the world. As long as you spread the word, I believe countless beauties from all over the world will come to learn from you. By the way, there is a cocktail party at the XX Hotel in Tokyo tonight. They want to invite you to attend." Bartlonde said seriously,

"I only do things according to my own preferences. You haven't forgotten that, have you, Bartlonde?" Li Feifan said in a trembling voice,

"I knew you didn't like these kinds of events. I already turned them down for you. But if you keep refusing to give these people face, won't it affect your development in Japan?" Bartlonde said with some concern.

"A country without an army is just a bunch of lies. I have an American passport. Who dares to mess with me here? Hire a few bodyguards with gun licenses from England. Let's see if the Japanese knives are faster than my bullets. Also, arrange for my book to be published in America. It would be best to buy a small shop yourself; those guys are all bloodsuckers. We can't let them get away with this." Li Feifan said indignantly,

"I've really gotten myself on your pirate ship; what a miserable life!"

"Get lost! Stop spouting nonsense."

"You're ruthless! Just like the Chinese saying, 'discard the millstone after it has served its purpose'..."

"Take a look at these lyrics I wrote for you." Li Feifan tossed the lyric book to Cai Yan. "I...

... "If you practice your dance well, I'll arrange for you to train at the TV station for a while through South Korean entertainment company . If you perform well, I'll arrange for a special episode to be made for you." Li Feifan continued:

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Chapter Eight: Namie Amuro

"Damn it, who's calling so early again?" Li Feifan cursed as he picked up the phone: I remember a few days ago it was Cai Yan who interrupted my sleep, I wonder who it is now, I hope it's a beauty. If it's Barthold, I definitely won't let him off the hook.

"Hello! Is Mr. Feifan home?" Namie Amuro's voice came through the phone:

"Oh! No wonder there were magpies chirping in my house today. It turns out it was this beautiful Namie Amuro calling!" Li Feifan said shamelessly: I wonder who was cursing just now?

"Ah! Mr. Feifan, you flatter me too much. Compared to the beauties you've seen in Hollywood, I'm far inferior." You could tell Namie Amuro was very pleased.

Indeed, compared to Hollywood stars, Namie Amuro was far behind; they weren't in the same league. Hollywood represents the world entertainment industry, while Japan at most represents Asia. But beauty isn't about fame. I remember Sichuan, Hangzhou, and Shandong in China are all places known for their beautiful women. They're in no way inferior to the beauties of America and Britain.

“Amuro! From now on, just call me Feifan! Don’t add ‘Mr.’ or ‘old man,’ as if I’m some kind of old man. I’m not even twenty yet!” Li Feifan laughed.

“Okay! Feifan, we’re having a cocktail party tonight. Can you come? Don’t worry, everyone at this party will be wearing masks, no one will recognize you.” Namie Amuro explained,

“Just tell me the address, I’ll come by myself tonight. I’ll call you back before I get there!”

“No. x, xx Street, xx District, I’ll wait for you in the parking lot.”

“Bye!”

In front of a typical Japanese manor, Namie Amuro took out a mask and gave it to Li Feifan, then made a phone call to the manor. A moment later, the gate opened. It was only 8:30, and most of the guests had already arrived. The banquet was about to begin, and the courtyard was packed with people. Not to mention these people were wearing masks, Li Feifan wouldn’t recognize them even if they weren’t. Asking a world-class star to lower himself to meet some third-rate stars would be looked down upon.

Tonight, he came to this cocktail party to: first, see if the private lives of Japanese entertainment stars were really that corrupt; and second, learn about the habits of Japanese stars. Led by Namie Amuro, they strolled around casually; the show didn't seem to have started yet. Right now, a group of people were either chatting and joking in the lobby or drinking and gossiping in the courtyard—of course, there weren't any beautiful women to be seen. But how could celebrities have bad figures? They all had S-shaped figures, many with perfect proportions.

At ten o'clock, the climax of the party finally arrived. The lobby transformed into a bar, with passionate yet soothing music and the celebrities dancing wildly and enthusiastically. Namie Amuro swayed her slender waist towards Feifan, giggling, "How about it, Feifan, dance with me?"

How could Li Feifan refuse Namie Amuro's request? He gently put his right arm around her delicate waist and joined the crowd on the dance floor. Li Feifan was quite skilled at dancing, having been a big fan of street dance in his previous life and practicing tirelessly in the United States for the past three years. He had also incorporated all the awesome dances he had seen in his previous life. It would be ridiculous if he couldn't dance.

Namie Amuro had a standard sexy figure. Li Feifan held her slender waist tightly, clearly feeling the fullness and firmness of her breasts. Through the gaps in her long dress, he could clearly see Namie Amuro's sexy cleavage and the snow-white skin beside it. Li Feifan never considered himself a gentleman, and seeing Namie Amuro's sexy and alluring appearance, it would be a lie to say he wasn't aroused. His lower body gradually hardened, and he slowly raised his head, pressing it directly against the base of Namie Amuro's thigh, feeling its smooth warmth.

Namie Amuro, of course, sensed Li Feifan's change in body. She smiled charmingly, gently pinched Li Feifan with her finger, and whispered in his ear, "You men are all the same." After saying that, she gave him a captivating smile and gestured for him to walk with her to the west corner of the dance floor. Pushing open the door in the corner, they found themselves in a utility room. Namie Amuro gently locked the door from the inside, turned around, and stared at Li Feifan with eyes as clear as spring water.

No words were needed; their actions spoke volumes. Li Feifan unzipped his pants, revealing his erect penis. Amuro Namie gasped in surprise, asking incredulously, "You're so big?"

"Don't you like big ones?" Li Feifan chuckled wickedly. He grabbed Amuro Namie, pinning her hands to the wall, and lifted her long skirt, separating her sexy panties. From behind, he could clearly see the beautiful dark forest deep within Amuro Namie's buttocks, the red bud already glistening with moisture. Li Feifan

didn't make any further moves, rubbing his penis against the entrance a few times before thrusting in. "Oh!" Amuro Namie groaned twice, feeling as if her lower body was about to split open, a mix of pain and tingling fullness washing over her. Li Feifan groaned comfortably. Having just broken free of his virginity and almost seduce Cai Yan, he was already bursting with pent-up desire. He forcefully spread Amuro Namie's round, snow-white buttocks and began to thrust vigorously.

Due to the urgency, Li Feifan decided to finish quickly, so he held Namie Amuro's buttocks tightly with both hands and began to thrust rapidly and relentlessly. Namie Amuro hadn't expected the seemingly refined Li Feifan to be so vigorous in bed. Coupled with the size of his penis, each thrust hit her G-spot hard, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. Namie Amuro couldn't hold back any longer and began to moan loudly.

Namie Amuro's lower body tightened and contracted sharply. Li Feifan's heart skipped a beat; he knew Namie Amuro was about to climax again. To bring Namie Amuro to two orgasms in just over ten minutes was something Li Feifan hadn't expected. Was his sexual ability really that strong now? Actually, Li Feifan didn't know that after his rebirth, his body was already extraordinary, and the size of his penis was extremely rare, practically the epitome of what women considered ideal.

Under Li Feifan's intense assault, Namie Amuro had already fallen into a coma, her hands too weak to support her on the bathtub. Li Feifan, helpless, pulled her to his waist, supporting her buttocks with both hands, his lower body moving rapidly. Finally, after ten minutes, Li Feifan felt waves of pleasure wash over him, his lower body convulsing a few more times before a gush of essence erupted, striking Namie Amuro's clitoris like bullets.

Namie Amuro let out a soft "Oh," awakened by the ecstatic pleasure in her lower body. She raised her head, looking at Li Feifan with seductive eyes, murmuring, "You're so amazing. I've never seen a man as strong as you. No wonder so many beautiful women are obsessed with you." Li Feifan knew he had physically conquered this beauty. He warmly caressed her shapely buttocks, giving Namie Amuro a wicked smile.

Back in the hall, he saw that there were far fewer people. An hour had passed! Li Feifan muttered to himself, "Am I really that good? Just a couple of times and an hour is gone?" Over the next two hours, Li Feifan witnessed the depravity, drug use, and promiscuity of Japanese entertainers! Around 1:00 AM, Li Feifan and Namie Amuro left the manor.

Back at Li Feifan's villa, he closed the door and kissed her passionately. His hands, which were wrapped around Namie Amuro's waist, began to wander, caressing her body. His right hand moved up her thigh, stroking her forcefully, while his left hand moved down her collar, easily unfastening the straps on her back before immediately taking over her two erect nipples, even slipping inside her bra to knead them wantonly.

"Oh!" Namie Amuro was already aroused by Li Feifan's actions. Li Feifan lifted Namie Amuro's already loosened bra, lowered his head, and took her two nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling around the already erect buds. Namie Amuro felt a tingling, numbing sensation, waves of pleasure like electric currents, pressing Li Feifan's head forcefully against his firm chest.

Li Feifan chuckled wickedly, his right hand slowly sliding down her smooth, jade-like back, finally landing on the already wet pubic hair between her legs. He removed her already soaking panties, first inserting a finger between her thighs, then, feeling the lubrication, inserting his index finger as well. His hands moved slightly, feeling the tight, slippery texture.

"Plop, plop," Li Feifan's two fingers moved faster in and out of Namie Amuro's tight opening. "Oh! Oh!" Namie Amuro's moans grew increasingly intense, her face flushing even more, adding to her allure. Her smooth, white skin, tinged with a certain hue, was incredibly seductive.

Li Feifan quickened his thrusting with his fingers a few more times, then slowly withdrew, a few glistening drops of love juice trickling down his fingers. Li Feifan held his fingers in front of Namie Amuro's eyes, teasingly asking, "What's this?"

"You're so naughty!"

Namie Amuro giggled, grabbing Li Feifan's hand and bringing it to her lips. She then wrapped her tongue around two of Li Feifan's fingers, looking up at him with eyes so alluring they seemed to drip with moisture, truly captivating. "You're such a little slut."

Li Feifan couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a roar. His member grew even harder. Li Feifan threw off the blanket, forcefully spreading Namie Amuro's legs, his member rubbing back and forth against her opening, causing Namie Amuro to moan even more incessantly. In his previous life, Li Feifan was just an ordinary young man on the mainland. He never imagined that one day he would be able to conquer a star he could only fantasize about before, and now, being brought glory to his country, he was even more excited.

In the soft indoor light, Li Feifan could clearly see Namie Amuro's completely naked body. Namie Amuro's figure wasn't as voluptuous as it would be in her later life; her body was rounded and elastic. Her lower abdomen was smooth and flat, and he could clearly see her private parts below her pubic bone, the recessed opening covered with sparse black hair.

The flowing love juice wet the surrounding hair, making Li Feifan able to see the shape inside even more clearly; the recessed folds emitted a faint, alluring, and sinful fragrance. "Little vixen, do you want it?" Li Feifan's large, erect penis explored the recessed area, and he growled.

"Bring it on, who's afraid of who!" Namie Amuro murmured seductively.

"Hmph, I'm going to fuck you to death today!" Li Feifan roared, lifting Amuro Namie's legs and placing them on his shoulders. His enormous penis slid in hard along the concave opening.

"Oh!" Amuro Namie couldn't help but scream loudly. Li Feifan's penis slammed into her core, the hard dragon slowly filling Amuro Namie's inner walls. Amuro Namie couldn't help but look at the point where the two were joined, and couldn't help but gasp again. It turned out that Li Feifan's lower body had only entered halfway.

Seeing the frightened look in Amuro Namie's eyes, Li Feifan smiled smugly, feeling the pleasure of his lower body being sucked in, and slowly inserted himself. Seeing Amuro Namie slowly relax, Li Feifan smiled wickedly, and mischievously thrust his lower body forward hard, feeling the small, tight opening, this time he fully penetrated, going straight into her belly.

Namie Amuro's eyes rolled back, and she almost fainted. A moment later, she pinched Feifan hard, saying coquettishly, "You seemed to have penetrated my uterus again. Be gentle, okay?"

Feifan grinned mischievously, "Don't you like it?"

This time, Namie Amuro truly blushed and glared at Feifan fiercely.

Feifan knew he couldn't be too rough with women; he had to consider their feelings. He then began to thrust gently, and Namie Amuro cooperated. With each of Feifan's movements and spasms, she moaned incessantly, a breathtakingly erotic scene. Pain and pleasure coexisted—that was Namie Amuro's most genuine feeling. Perhaps it was somewhat sudden given how short their acquaintance was, but it was also somewhat inevitable. No man had ever conquered her body and soul like Feifan.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water; inside, two young bodies had finally ended their passionate battle on the living room sofa. "I can't take this anymore, I'm no match for you alone. Want me to introduce you to some beauties?" Namie Amuro asked, drawing circles on Li Feifan's body.

"I don't want the average ones, but someone like you is more suitable." Li Feifan laughed,

"You'll see later, there are a lot of sluts here. You don't want them to seduce you too!" Namie Amuro retorted angrily.

Chapter Nine: Ayumi Hamasaki

"Do you think I'm a flower, attracting countless bees?" Li Feifan laughed,

"Hmph! You are the flower, attracting countless whirlwinds. By the way, do you know Ayumi Hamasaki?" Namie Amuro asked unhappily.

Since entering the music scene on April 8, 1998, with her debut single "Poker Face," Ayumi Hamasaki has independently written all the lyrics for her songs. Her lyrics are like a mirror, clearly reflecting her thoughts and contradictions about life, work, and herself without reservation. As one of the most famous Japanese singers in recent years, she has released 47 singles, 11 albums, 1 mini-album, 19 remix albums, and 5 compilation albums in Japan to date, with total sales exceeding 50 million copies. She has become the third-highest selling artist in Japanese music history. Her works have repeatedly broken her own sales records in Japan. In 2006, with the release of her 40th single, "Blue Bird," she became the highest-selling female single artist in Japanese music history, with total sales exceeding 20 million. Her album sales are even more astonishing; to date, most of her 11 albums have topped the annual record sales charts (referring to the Oricon charts in Japan). The

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She also signed with Nippon Columbia Records and released her debut album, *Nothing From Nothing*, which consisted entirely of rap songs, marking Ayumi Hamasaki's first step into the world of singing. However, due to a complete lack of promotion, the album sales were disappointing, and she was quickly dropped by the record company. Hamasaki returned to the ranks of B-list idols, continuing to act in dramas. Because her work was not well-received, she quickly became discouraged and often spent her time shopping and singing karaoke in Shibuya. It was during this period that she developed many of her perspectives on life. In 1997, Ayumi Hamasaki's name seemed to vanish from the face of the earth, completely disappearing from the Japanese entertainment industry. However, this did not mean the end of her career. At this time, she was discovered by Masato Matsuura (one of the founders of Avex Music, and now its president), who was then a music producer, and signed an audition contract. However, initially, she considered giving up due to the tedium of singing training. Later, Matsuura transferred her to New York, USA, for further training, preparing for her re-debut. Meanwhile, at the suggestion of Masato Matsuura, she also began to try her hand at songwriting.

Takeoff Period (1998-1999) In 1998, after completing about a year of training, Ayumi Hamasaki re-debuted, releasing her first single "Pokerface" with Avex on April 8th, which reached number 20 on the Oricon chart, achieving a respectable result. Subsequently, her third single, "Trust," successfully reached number 9 on the Oricon chart, marking her first time a single had entered the Oricon top 10. Afterwards, her album sales steadily increased, partly due to some of her songs being used as theme songs for popular games or dramas, increasing her popularity. In 1999, Ayumi Hamasaki released her first album, "A Song for xx," which topped the Oricon album chart for five consecutive weeks, selling over 1.45 million copies. This broke the 19-year record for a new female artist's debut album to hold the number one spot, bringing her widespread attention in Japan. Her song lyrics were very popular with young people, especially young women. At the time, her avant-garde and fashionable style was very popular among high school girls, creating a social phenomenon in Japan and earning her the title of "Queen of Pop." Her single "Love ~Destiny~," released in April of the same year, earned Hamasaki her first Oricon chart-topping single, selling over 650,000 copies. Her July single "Boys & Girls" is considered her breakthrough hit. This single later surpassed one million sales, but because it came later than her next single, it was her second million-selling single. This work also began to change the format of singles in Japanese history, with singles containing more than 10 tracks (original songs plus remixes). The following August single "A" surpassed one million sales even earlier than her previous single, becoming her first million-selling single and breaking Hamasaki's record for highest single sales, selling over 1.63 million copies—a record that still stands today. Then, in the same year, she released her second album, *Loveppears*, whose provocative cover design caused controversy at the time. On the same day, she also released her first limited-edition single, "Appears." Despite this, the album sold over 2.85 million copies. These record-breaking sales quickly propelled Ayumi Hamasaki to the status of a top Japanese pop star. At the end of the year, Hamasaki made her first appearance on the Kohaku Uta Gassen (Red and White Song Battle), performing "Boys & Girls."

A versatile talent—at the age of 20, she transformed herself, becoming a renowned singer-songwriter, composer, and vocalist at an astonishing speed. Economic downturn, economic contraction, fiscal deficits, financial bubbles… these terrifying words had no effect on the 25-year-old Hamasaki. She simply kept singing, singing, singing, changing, changing, changing, becoming increasingly popular, reaching phenomenal heights. She set an unprecedented record of surpassing 5 billion yen in total single sales for three consecutive years, becoming the first artist in Japanese music history to surpass 20 billion yen in total CD sales for two consecutive years. In 2001, Ayumi Hamasaki won over 20 various music and fashion awards. In 2002, she achieved two triple crowns within two days: one being the "All Japan Request Award," the highest honor. Most notably, she is known as the "Nail Queen" of Japan for three consecutive years, considered a hall-of-fame figure in the nail art industry… Beyond her beautiful appearance, she is also a talented lyricist. After joining Avex, she wrote all the lyrics for her original songs and, under the pseudonym "crea," composed most of the music for her 2002 album "I am…". If there

's one person in Japan who left a deep impression on Li Feifan, it's Ayumi Hamasaki. Since middle school, introduced by classmates, Li Feifan has deeply loved Ayumi Hamasaki's songs. But it's not her personally, to be honest! Chinese people don't really like messing around like that, unlike those Japanese bastards who do all sorts of nonsense. Ayumi Hamasaki is 1.56 meters tall, weighs 40 kg, and has measurements of B80 W53 H82—quite petite.

"Don't you know her? What's wrong?" Li Feifan asked.

"If you don't know her, I'll introduce you!" Namie Amuro laughed. "

My goodness! Are all Japanese women this nice?" But then he thought, "Namie Amuro is getting married soon, so I'll think about Ayumi Hamasaki later." "No need! I might go back to America in a few days to film a TV series," Li Feifan said.

"Didn't you go back to Japan to develop your career? Why are you going back to America? Do you know how popular you are in Japan?" Namie Amuro asked repeatedly. "

Of course I know how popular I am! Japan is shameless, acting like something they copied is their civilization. South Korea is even more shameful, I don't know where they got their information. Knowing they have South Korean blood, they brag everywhere whenever they have something to say. They make Li Feifan feel ashamed, like saying they sing like a god, act like a genius, and compose the best music in the world. America is similar, after all, Li Feifan grew up in America. So Americans also boast about how good American education is."

"I have my own company in America, and developing in Japan doesn't mean I can't film TV series in America. Okay, get up quickly. I'm hungry myself after feeding you." Li Feifan said cheerfully,

"You're so mean..."

At noon, in a French-owned restaurant, Li Feifan and Namie Amuro, wearing sunglasses, were enjoying their meal in a somewhat strange way. Damn it! Don't believe that everything abroad is good, like the food! In Europe, most people still fill their stomachs with bread, otherwise how could such a small meal be filling?

"The spirit of French cuisine lies in highlighting the original flavor of the food. So when a French chef is cooking, any seasonings, side dishes, or even the wine he adds have only one purpose: to bring out the original flavor of the main ingredient. French cuisine is the most famous cuisine in Western cuisine, emphasizing the knowledge and flexible use of ingredients to create many popular delicacies. This is what French cuisine is proud of." French cuisine favors beef, lamb, poultry, seafood, vegetables, whelks, truffles, foie gras, and caviar in its selection of ingredients; and uses a large amount of wine, butter, cream, and various spices in its seasonings.

France is one of the world's leading producers of wine, champagne, and brandy, and the French are very particular about the pairing of wine with food. For example, a light aperitif is served before a meal; white wine is served with salads, soups, and seafood; red wine is served with meat; and a small amount of brandy or sweet wine is served after the meal. It is said that the French have the lowest rates of arteriosclerosis and cardiovascular disease among European countries, which is attributed to wine. A traditional French meal consists of five or six courses, but there is a trend towards simplification nowadays. Generally, you can choose a salad, dessert, or soup, main course, and dessert, which is about three to four courses. Salads are usually served after the main course to cleanse the palate of any lingering taste, and also because salads often contain vinegar, and there isn't a suitable wine to pair with it. "Li Feifan said:

"Feifan, how come you're so familiar with French cuisine?" Namie Amuro asked. "

When it comes to food, which country can compare to China? The Manchu Han Imperial Feast has probably terrified countless people!" "One of my favorite things is tasting cuisines from all over the world," Li Feifan smiled.

"And what else do you like?" Namie Amuro asked expectantly.

"Traveling, to see the beautiful scenery of the world. Singing, to gather the beautiful notes of the world," Li Feifan said. Of course, there's one thing he didn't mention: enjoying the beautiful women of the world.

"No wonder you're so outstanding. What's your favorite French dish?"

"Foie gras, also known as 'white pearl,' is called foie gras paté because it's as soft as gravy. The geese used to make foie gras are raised in a special way. After obtaining the fresh foie gras, it takes seven days to completely remove the blood vessels before processing. It's entirely handmade, which shows how precious it is. And then there are dishes paired with truffles. Truffles are an extremely precious condiment in French cuisine. In fact, there are more than 70 kinds of truffles, but only two can truly be called truffles. Among them, the Périgord truffle is the best. In France, besides Périgord, only Provence produces this kind of truffle." Li Feifan recalled:

"Truffles are very expensive, more expensive than diamonds by the gram, and they're not easy to buy. " In France, truffles are called "diamonds" by the French, and their value is on par with caviar, foie gras, and other high-end delicacies, known as the "Three Kings" of cuisine. "

I bought a 1100-gram truffle last time, and it cost me $220,000," said Namie Amuro. "Let's go now!" said Li Feifan.

"Hello! Namie Amuro, is the person next to you your fiancé?" Suddenly interrupted by a voice,

Li Feifan looked and saw three reporters. Namie Amuro was furious and said coldly, "Don't you know the consequences of being disturbed while dining here?"

The three reporters were asked to leave, and all their film negatives were retrieved. Namie Amuro was dejected after this incident and left by car. Li Feifan didn't try to stop her; after all, Namie Amuro was like a passerby in his life. Such a woman was fine as a mistress, but not so much as a wife.

Back at the villa, Barthold hurriedly hugged Li Feifan, excitedly saying, "Your novel, Twilight, is incredibly popular!" "In just three days, do you know how many copies you've sold?" "I remember in my previous life, the Twilight series alone sold over 50 million copies in the US, and over 85 million copies worldwide.

" "Alright! Just get to the point! I still have scripts and songs to write. You're bothering me. I might have an album in ten years." Li Feifan sat down and said,

"Selling 1 million copies in three days, your popularity is arguably the highest on this planet right now." Barthold boasted: "

Suddenly receiving 30 flowers, I'm so happy! I don't know which friend is so supportive, thank you here! The first two chapters don't have any wishful thinking, I need to earn more capital first. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if I got bullied later, and I believe everyone wouldn't want to see that. Even if I get bullied, I'll get my revenge!! Everyone can add my comments, welcome everyone to give me pointers.

Chapter 10: America's Top Female Model.

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Sitting on the plane from Tokyo to New York, "Li!" "Did you actually get together with that actress? Oh right, what's her name, Amuro Mie? All the media in Japan are reporting on you right now. You could say reporters from all over the world are gathered here, and you'll probably be besieged when you get back to the US. Hey! Li, are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Barthold shouted.

"Barthold, don't be nervous. We're going back to the US to film a TV series. We don't care what those reporters say. They only care about making people famous. My current fame doesn't need them to say anything. Just relax and don't disturb my sleep." Li Feifan continued lying down and said,

"Li! You're only 19 years old and you're already an international superstar, so I hope you'll reconsider." Barthold said,

"Alright! If you keep talking, I'll change your manager, and you can stay in the US to manage the company." Li Feifan closed his eyes and said,

"You're the boss, you make the decisions."

At New York International Airport, countless people were slowly moving. "What's going on? The airport is packed with people today?" Cindy Crawford asked her assistant Kelly.

"I saw it, Feifan is going back to New York today." “Kelly said,

“Feifan? You mean Feifan, the Feifan who played Jack in Titanic?” Cindy Crawford asked,

“That’s the genius Feifan.”

“Oh! A genius? Tell me about this genius.”

“Feifan has a lot to offer. Music, movies, the world-renowned Titanic and My Heart Will Go On, he wrote them all.” Kelly said with admiration,

“I’d like to meet this genius young man sometime.”

“Why haven’t we seen Feifan?

” “Didn’t the flight from Japan arrive?”

“Quick! Find out if Feifan has returned to New York.”

“Guys, hurry up, we need to get firsthand information about Feifan.”

The airport was in chaos as soon as the flight from Japan arrived. Fans, movie fans, and now book fans too. Li Feifan and his bodyguards, including Barthold, had already left through the VIP channel. They didn’t know where the reporters got the information, but they knew immediately that Li Feifan had left through the VIP channel. The airport avenue was packed with cars, and it took Li Feifan two hours to arrive at the New York Grand Hotel. "These fans are crazy! Luckily, I was prepared," Barthold said smugly.

Just as Li Feifan was speaking, a beautiful woman about 1.8 meters tall, wearing sunglasses and accompanied by an assistant, entered the elevator. Li Feifan had only reached 1.83 meters after years of training, which was considered tall in Japan, but he felt a sense of pressure in front of this woman. Barthold asked earnestly, "Beautiful lady! Have we met before?"

Cindy Crawford exclaimed in surprise, "I think you've mistaken me for someone else. We haven't met before."

Her assistant, Kelly, suddenly said, "You're Feifan's manager, Barthold?"

Comparing America's top female model Cindy Crawford to international superstar Li Feifan was impossible; in terms of influence, no star could currently match Li Feifan. The era of Michael Joseph Jackson was over. Of course, their professions were different, so they couldn't be compared.

Around 11 PM, Li Feifan had just returned to his hotel from the bar when he encountered Cindy Crawford in the elevator. She wore only a thin evening gown, revealing half of her snow-white, proud breast. Her smooth skin glowed healthily under the light, and fine beads of sweat trickled down the cleavage between her breasts. A blush on her face added a unique kind of sensuality, and her heaving chest and abdomen rhythmically beat out notes of desire in her anxious panic. She seemed to have been drugged.

Cindy Crawford struggled to stand up, but caught in the throes of passion, she couldn't maintain her balance. Her incredibly full hips swayed back and forth, the glimpses of her cleavage beneath her gown appearing and disappearing. Li Feifan swallowed hard and leaned back slightly against her.

The unconscious allure of a mature woman, the burgeoning passion in Cindy Crawford's body—she didn't need to make any seductive moves; every moan and gesture hinted at her primal urges. Li Feifan was no saint, not even as virtuous as Liu Xiahui, and he used all his strength to barely suppress his excitement. But he couldn't hide the greedy look in his eyes as he sized up Cindy Crow.

He helped her back to the room. "No, this isn't right!" Cindy Crow had fallen into a frenzy. Though she protested verbally, her body was no longer able to resist Li Feifan. Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, her firm breasts pressing against his chest. "No, this isn't right!" she murmured repeatedly, yet involuntarily, she slowly brought her lips to Li Feifan's.

Impulsiveness is the devil, especially for someone like Li Feifan, who is eighteen or nineteen years old and has a stronger desire for mature women, especially as a member of the reborn army. He lowered his head and passionately sucked on Cindy Crawford's red lips, licking away the glistening tears on her face. His kisses traced a path down Cindy Crawford's flushed face and delicate neck. Cindy Crawford closed her eyes tightly, holding Li Feifan's neck close to her chest, her small mouth still murmuring "No!" but pressing her ample breasts against Li Feifan even more, her hands aimlessly grabbing at his hair from behind.

The two of them frantically sucked on each other, both craving more satisfaction. Li Feifan's hand slipped inside Cindy Crawford's black panties. The area beneath her pubic hair was already soaked. When his palm touched her warm, full breasts, Cindy Crawford gasped, arching her back and tightening her legs. Her breathing grew heavier and deeper, and Li Feifan's desire surged. Their bodies grew increasingly hot.

Li Feifan's fingers gently caressed her, gliding over the quiet crevice, bringing out more of the slippery texture. "Mmm!" Cindy Crawford couldn't help but tilt her head back and moan softly. The sound was like heavenly music, echoing in the room for a long time!

Cindy Crawford rested her head on Li Feifan's shoulder, gazing shyly and alluringly at the handsome, sculpted face of the young man before her. She bit her lip, enduring the pain for a while, before finally letting out a soft moan, "Feifan, don't do this anymore, it hurts so much."

Li Feifan licked his lips and smiled, saying, "Cindy, don't you want it now?" He then thrust his already erect lower body defiantly.

Seeing the situation before her, Cindy Crawford knew he was ready and there was no way she could back down. Her body was weak, her heart filled with desire. She whispered, "Whatever! Be gentle."

Li Feifan excitedly pushed his hot, hard member slowly into Cindy Crawford's already sticky valley, smoothly entering the narrow opening with the help of her love juices, only stopping when it was blocked by tender flesh deep inside. Cindy Crawford's body shifted...

Li Feifan felt something tender, slippery, and wonderfully moist enter his lower body. He was surrounded by something soft and warm, tightly enveloping and kneading him, sending a wave of ecstasy through him. He had never dreamed such a wonderful sensation existed. As soon as

Cindy Crawford was penetrated, the opening of her vaginal walls felt as if it had been torn open, yet it swelled and tightened, filling her entire flower chamber. The intensely sensitive parts inside were burned by the heat, causing her beautiful eyes to flutter with pleasure. When it penetrated deeper, the large glans pressed against her delicate flower core, causing her to ache. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and her snow-white, milky mons pubis swelled, releasing a large gush of sticky liquid that soaked Li Feifan's lower body. Unable to hold her breath any longer, she collapsed onto Li Feifan, trembling.

At this moment, Li Feifan grasped Cindy Crawford's shapely buttocks with both hands, pulling her around his waist. He then sat on the cushion, supporting Cindy Crawford's body again. His erect penis slowly withdrew, and Cindy Crawford had just relaxed and opened her cherry lips to let out a long breath when Li Feifan suddenly released her. Her entire body plummeted down as if a mountain were pressing down on her, and the strong impact of his erect penis pierced through her tender core.

The entire hot, hard penis, accompanied by a whooshing sound, plunged into Cindy Crawford's body. A sharp pain shot through her vaginal walls, and her slightly parted lips immediately let out a scream: "Ah!"

"Oh!" Li Feifan cried out in pleasure, realizing that men and women reacted differently. He'd finally penetrated her. The bodies of those supermodels he could only see on TV, the bodies he could only secretly admire, never touch, were now within his reach.

Cindy Crawford, though overwhelmed by intense pleasure, remained somewhat lucid. She felt as if she'd been struck by lightning; she couldn't believe she was having sex with a man other than her husband. Though her lips were tightly closed, Li Feifan's tongue relentlessly tried to penetrate her. Cindy Crawford suddenly felt utterly nauseous. She vehemently refused to let this filthy thing enter her body.

Originally wanting to escape his clutches, Cindy Crawford suddenly felt a surge of pleasure as Li Feifan's tongue sucked on her. What she had initially found disgusting suddenly seemed less repulsive, and a strange sensation began to spread through her mouth. Although she was already an adult, this was the first time she had experienced such a shock, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Cindy Crawford cursed herself for being so weak. She couldn't even resist a young boy's kissing onslaught. In a panic, she tried to push away the terrifying, seductive trap with her tongue, but to no avail. Li Feifan... Fan's tongue immediately swept over, and after a roundabout and tortuous battle of tongues, their tongues were intertwined and entwined. The initial determination to repel the other's intrusion gradually disappeared, replaced by an intoxicating deep French kiss.

Finally, Cindy Crawford gave up resisting, relaxing her mouth and allowing Li Feifan to suckle her delicate tongue, as if her soul had been drawn into his body. In this intense and lingering kiss, Li Feifan finally won the final victory, gently chewing on the small tongue he had captured, slowly savoring the sweet saliva in Cindy Crawford's mouth. Although Cindy Crawford... Cindy Crawford had ceased resisting Li Feifan's wanton actions, their intertwined tongues pressed tightly together. Her trembling, delicate tongue was gradually drawn into Feifan's throat.

Cindy Crawford finally began to moan softly. Watching her eyes gradually half-close, her cheeks flushed with shyness, Li Feifan licked her apple-red face and kissed her alluring lips again. Cindy Crawford parted her teeth slightly to kiss Feifan, her docile demeanor suggesting complete submission. The

initial tearing sensation subsided, and Cindy Crawford immediately felt the burning fullness brought by Li Feifan's unmoving, firm member. The intense sensual stimulation made her frantically try to shut out her thoughts, but in her unconscious indulgence, her lithe waist swayed up and down, and uncontrollable lustful fluids flowed out like a spring. Cindy Crawford couldn't believe that her body was so inherently lustful.

Li Feifan's penis, which had just rested, couldn't resist her provocation and began to restlessly change the depth of penetration; the face-to-face contact combined with her caresses made Cindy Crawford forget the immense pain in her lower body, and her body floated into another dreamlike, unknown space.

To allow Cindy Crawford to go further... Enjoying the blissful feeling, Li Feifan supported Cindy Crawford's weight with his hands and asked her to stroke her back and shoulders, which were tightly wrapped around him. With Li Feifan's gentle caresses, Cindy Crawford could no longer remain silent, letting out soft moans of pleasure.

Seeing Cindy Crawford's blissful expression, Li Feifan excitedly increased his speed. As a result, the spring in his erect penis kept nibbling at a small bud on the inner wall of Cindy Crawford's vulva, and with each nibble, Cindy Crawford would shake her head wildly, seemingly extremely excited.

Li Feifan had discovered this secret . He immediately understood that was the woman's erogenous zone, and quickly changed position, lifting Cindy Crawford's legs and raising his own upper body. Grabbing her plump buttocks, he pressed his erect penis upwards against her warm vulva, penetrating deeper.

This way, the tip of Li Feifan's erect penis was pressed downwards by the small buds on the vulva, creating a tingling, pleasurable line. After insertion, the small buds acted like tenons, tightly gripping the base of Li Feifan's erect penis. Unexpectedly, their genitals fit together perfectly like tenons, a match made in heaven. This made withdrawal very difficult; the base of his glans pulled the small buds backwards. Withdrawal, the intense friction caused both of them to groan loudly.

The intoxicating sensation fueled Li Feifan's desire for even greater pleasure. He then embraced Cindy Crawford's legs, stood up, and let her buttocks dangle slightly in mid-air, further stimulating their point of contact. Her serpentine waist writhed with unease from the floating sensation, constantly shifting the angle of their penetration. His hard lower body, due to the varying angles of penetration and the restraint of the interlocking mechanism, was twisted and deformed by her tightly bound flower core. The intense pleasure spurred Li Feifan's instincts to accelerate his thrusts.

Cindy Crawford's long, slender legs, which had been held apart by Li Feifan at the knees, excitedly broke free and wrapped tightly around his waist. Her back arched high, and she used both hands to support her upper body, indicating she was approaching climax.

Li Feifan pressed his advantage, spreading her long legs further. He leaned forward, preparing for a final, powerful thrust. The intense, deep lovemaking produced moans of pleasure from their joined bodies. Then, Li Feifan quickly and accurately withdrew his erect penis from her vulva, letting her lips suckle his engorged member before thrusting in again with overwhelming force. As his skill increased, the speed and intensity grew, and Cindy Crawford miraculously matched his rhythm, gradually being pushed to the heights of ecstasy.

She was experiencing for the first time that a man's penis could be so large, even larger than her husband's. Under Li Feifan's double assault of the most intense sexual positions and the deepest lovemaking, Cindy Crawford couldn't help but ejaculate, her juices dripping onto his penis.

Having already reached the peak of desire several times, seeing Li Feifan's still somewhat unsatisfied expression, Cindy Crawford had never imagined a man could be so powerful. She was being driven to ecstasy by this handsome young man, and she longed to experience that blissful sensation again. However, her vagina was still quite sore after the act, so she comfortably climbed onto Li Feifan. Glancing at his somewhat intimidating penis, a blush rose to the roots of her ears. Crawford felt a deep sense of emotion, and each thought only fueled her passion; a man's body, too, held a powerful allure for a woman.

It was chilly down there, completely exposed. Li Feifan didn't even need to look to know how indecent the thing bouncing around him was, yet his desire seemed particularly strong, always unable to be released. Suddenly, Feifan's body trembled. He felt her delicate hand grasp it, so gentle, so warm, so comfortable. A tingling, electric sensation quickly spread throughout his body. Being held by a beautiful woman was definitely more pleasurable than holding it himself. Li Feifan felt it intensely; his legs were already stiff, his muscles were already tense, still tense, the pleasure was too intense. He could already feel her hand moving gently, a little clumsy, but it was enough for him to savor, so stimulating.

Cindy Crawford was almost breathless with tension. She was terrified that someone would find out, but seeing Li Feifan still looking unsatisfied, her heart softened, and she sighed. She gently grasped it, able to feel the heat of what had just given her such ecstasy. The moment she touched it, her body almost went limp on the bed. The stimulation from what she held made her feel a sudden warmth and dampness in her lower body.

Now she held that burning hot thing in her hand. The knowledge she'd learned from porn was finally coming in handy. She slowly slid it up and down, her movements very clumsy. Her movements were gentle; she was afraid of hurting it. She had never imagined doing this to a man. She cursed inwardly, "Bad boy!" She wasn't sure if she meant Li Feifan or herself.

Li Feifan's buttocks rose and fell with her movements. He felt a slight disappointment. He wanted his lower body to enter a warm place. Although her hands were warm, the effect was very different. However, this already made him feel very good. He occasionally let out a groan of pleasure. Her movements became more and more skillful. Her other hand even coordinated with the movements, scratching at places that made him feel even more numb. God, he loved her little hands. Li Feifan's body trembled. He wanted to enjoy it a little longer. He was enduring it; he wanted to stay in her hands a little longer, even just a little while. He gritted his teeth and persevered. Cindy Crawford's hand movements became faster and faster.

No, she couldn't take it anymore. She was so tired. Cindy Crawford really couldn't hold on any longer. Was this the only way he could come? Cindy Crawford recalled those blush-inducing scenes from adult films. Would she really do that? The soreness in her hands told her that this was the only way. She changed her position, lying between his legs, her face so close that she could clearly see the veins and smell the strong masculine scent. She didn't mind the smell; she didn't find it unpleasant. At this moment, she could see his body completely, up close, and a sense of pride filled her. This beautiful body belonged to her. She buried her head down and extended her smooth, fragrant tongue.

Warm and smooth, Li Feifan was stunned by the sudden stimulation. He could feel her nimble tongue teasing him. My God, the stimulation was like hell! Intense pleasure surged through his body like a tidal wave. His body trembled. He suddenly felt a sense of conquest, but he felt overwhelmed. His fingers couldn't stop the gentle teasing of her tongue. Suddenly, he felt a large amount of warmth and moisture below, being devoured. Within the warmth and moisture, her nimble, smooth tongue was entwined. Intense stimulation, overwhelming pleasure—warm, moist, wet, smooth, and slippery—a tingling, electric-like sensation suddenly shot from there into his heart and reached the depths of his brain. Li Feifan's lower abdomen twitched slightly, still, trembling, throbbing, then gushing forth. The tidal wave of pleasure pushed him to the peak of stimulation, and he completely collapsed.

After a long while, the room returned to silence, broken only by Li Feifan's heavy breathing after his release. He was utterly exhausted; the intense peak of pleasure had released all the desire burning within him. He felt lightheaded afterward, his body limp and powerless. He breathed heavily, savoring the most thrilling moment.

Cindy Crawford felt the heat in her mouth, sensed his final struggle, and knew he had climaxed in no time. She breathed a sigh of relief, finally understanding his fear. Her mouth was overflowing with his semen, spilling from the corners of her lips. She slowly climbed onto his chest and lay there. He opened his eyes just then, looking at her. Her tongue provocatively swirled on her soft lips, licking the suspiciously masculine fluid. Her beautiful eyes were infinitely alluring, her charm captivating.

American women are just different; the energy they release is enough to frighten. Truly, when they move, they're astonishing. Li Feifan muttered: "Cindy Crawford sneaks away in the middle of the night."

In the morning, Barthold returned from some aimless wandering and asked, "Li! You look better lately, is something good happening?"

"Nothing good happening, I don't know whether to be happy or depressed. All the beautiful women I've met are married, and none of them are virgins. Looks like I need to find a girlfriend." Li Feifan thought to himself, "Nothing good happening, just a better mood." "

The director for the prison break has been contacted, just waiting to see when you go to talk to him. You also need to select the female lead!"

"Got it! Contact my TV station and give them my entertainment script. This time, we're going to make a splash on American television!" Li Feifan said.

The women before were just passing by, not much interaction. Don't rush, everyone, let's see how the young master introduces the female lead.

1. Kelly Brook is a British supermodel and actress, known for her sex appeal and hailed as the sexiest British actress of the last 50 years. Kelly Brook was once ranked 5th in the world's 50 sexiest women. Now, she is not only a model and actress, but also a presenter and swimwear designer. In addition, Kelly Brook has launched her own eponymous perfume brand.

2. Britney Spears is an American pop singer, dancer, songwriter, lyricist, actress, and author. At age 8, Britney auditioned for "MMC" but was eliminated due to her young age. She then switched to another off-Broadway show, "Ruthless," where she starred for two years. At age 11, she auditioned for "MMC" again, finally getting the opportunity to perform alongside many of the day's stars. Her career breakthrough began in the late 1990s when she signed with Jive Records. In 1999, her debut album, "Baby One More Time," sold 13 million copies, catapulting her to fame.

3. Angelina Jolie

4. Nam Gyu-ri, Han Ga-in, Yoon Eun-hye...

There are too many to list, just a few! These are the real leading ladies, the supporting actresses. Those who quickly formed relationships are just passing through!! As for the underworld, forget it, just buy a security company. The protagonist is a superstar, so the underworld is used to trample on him.

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Chapter Eleven: Jessica Alba,

the first member of the protagonist's harem, reports in. The power went out suddenly this afternoon while I was revising, so all the revisions were wasted. Power outages for two consecutive days at noon, so frustrating!! Please add this new book to your favorites; my book's sales are really quite poor. Others are getting hundreds or thousands of views, but mine are only tens. Please help me out by adding it to your favorites!!

*American Idol* is a reality television show adapted from the British television series *Pop Idol* by Fox. Contestants must be U.S. citizens and between 16 and 24 years old. In 2006, the age limit was raised to 28. This show has always been a ratings powerhouse for Fox, with the winner receiving a singing contract. Although opinions have been mixed over the past seven years, the show has undoubtedly received a lot of attention. Two years ago, Kong Qingxiang, who was tone-deaf, was ridiculed by the judges and eliminated on the spot for his highly comedic performance. However, he became famous overnight with the line, "I have done my best, so I have no regrets." He not only won the support of American audiences but also successfully signed a contract to release his first album, sparking discussions about idols around the world.

USA Today estimated that "American Idol" has earned more than $900 million worldwide in four years. Whether it's plagiarism or imitation, the Super Girl competition, which swept across China, is a complete copy of "American Idol." Judging from the program content, the apprentices are already showing signs of surpassing their masters; in terms of commercial operation, "idol" is something that "Super Girl" should really worship. In fact, the real copy of "American Idol" in China is "My Show," which focuses solely on commercial value. So please don't compare Super Girl with "American Idol" in your comments.

Who cares? Anyway, talent shows are the predecessor of "American Idol." In the future, everyone will say that "American Idol" and "Super Girl" are just copying them. Li Feifan thought smugly:

This time, the female lead for the Prison Break TV series talent show is 16-22 years old, which is relatively young. And their looks had to be top-notch! But that couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of Li Feifan's fans—his music lovers, movie buffs, and book lovers—the TV station's phone lines were practically overwhelmed with calls. Rare beauties from all over America flocked to New York, creating a stunning spectacle at the registration area. They attracted countless lecherous onlookers! Looking at the beauties below through the glass window, Barthold laughed, "So many beauties! My happiness is about to arrive..."

The talent show was broadcast live that evening, sparking the interest of many viewers. The sheer number of beauties was enough to excite countless men! After a week of rigorous selection, one hundred beauties were chosen, now awaiting Li Feifan's selection. Of course, of the 99 who didn't win, 9 could join Li

Feifan's company, and the remaining 90 received small prizes and some travel expenses. Each of the 100 finalists had a very limited performance time of only three minutes. Three days later, at the final, Li Feifan chose Jessica Alba from Southern California. At first, Li Feifan didn't recognize her, but during the final, he looked at her profile and realized that Jessica Alba was the star of Fantastic Four and one of America's "sexiest actresses."

During this time, Li Feifan lived an extraordinary life, constantly pursued by fans of his music, movies, and books. That wasn't all; the most terrifying thing was the reporters. Even in disguise, they could still find Li Feifan; he could hide anywhere, only to be chased by reporters. Is life, constantly being monitored, really that dark?

Jessica Alba dreamed of becoming an actress since she was five years old. At twelve, she began attending acting classes, and nine months later, she signed a contract with a management company, thus beginning her acting career. Young Jessica possessed a high level of acting talent, and since starting her acting career, she has tried various roles in different genres, from light comedies to serious dramas.

In 1993, Jessica starred in her first Hollywood feature film, *Camp Nowhere*, released in 1994. Originally, she only had a two-week contract, but the sudden withdrawal of an actress originally slated for a major role gave her an opportunity. Jessica readily admitted that the director chose her to replace the original actress not because of her acting talent or charm, but because her hair resembled the original actress's. The two-week contract was extended to two months, and Jessica's name appeared prominently at the top of the cast list. Nintendo and JC Penney, two major American commercial television networks, immediately approached her. In 1994, she appeared in the hit television comedy "The Secret World of Alex Mack," playing a snobbish and annoying character who constantly caused trouble for the main characters. After entering television, she also appeared in several independent films. That same year, she landed the role of Maya in the television series "Flipper," which ran until its cancellation in 1997.

In 1996, Jessica played the young Eve in the film "Venus Rising" (1995). In 1997, she discussed her role in "Flipper" and her acting career on the Canadian talk show "The Dini Petty Show 1989". 2005 was Jessica Alba's most important year. "Sin City" and "Fantastic Four" were among the few major films she starred in that year, and Jessica Alba deserves much credit for her performance as the lead actress. At the height of her popularity, perhaps because she had experienced so much loneliness since childhood, she publicly revealed to the media: "I long for my own wedding. I started looking for books about weddings and pregnancy when I was 15, and I especially love reading cookbooks. Now, I can cook almost anything."

"Li! You're so amazing! You sing so well and act so well. You're a perfect person." Jessica Alba looked at Li Feifan with admiration and said.

Looking at the 18-year-old Jessica Alba, Li Feifan's mood finally improved. During this period, he couldn't go anywhere; besides filming TV series and recording albums, he rested in hotels. Thankfully, Jessica Alba was there to keep him company, otherwise Li Feifan might have gone crazy. "It's not as good as Jesse says

. There are no perfect people in this world." "No way! I think Li is perfect, especially with your singing. 'God is a Girl,' 'My Heart Will Go On,' etc., it's simply heavenly." Jessica Alba said seriously,

"Of course, Li! He's God's favorite. Otherwise, how could he have written songs like 'God is a Girl,' 'My Heart Will Go On'? Especially the album 'God is a Girl,' it didn't even have any promotion, yet it sold 11 million copies in a month, and 33 million worldwide. Given time, it might even surpass 'My Heart Will Go On'." Barthold said smugly,

"Jesse, don't pay attention to that idiot Barthold. Let's go to the restaurant for French food." Li Feifan said helplessly,

"Okay!"

“Li! Don’t do that, I’m going too, wait for me! I haven’t grabbed my coat yet…”

Watching Li Feifan and Jessica Alba enjoying their meal by the window, Barthold thought to himself, “Are these two having an affair? They’re eating such good food without me! If they really are a couple, I’d feel so embarrassed to go over now. But their statuses are so different, it’s like a little flower stuck in a crown.”

“Jessica, do you like the black truffle tomato tuna with oysters?” Li Feifan smiled and said,

“It’s delicious, but I still prefer the rose salmon with caviar.” Jessica Alba said,

“The rose salmon with caviar is good, but you can’t eat too much. How about we try the French cheese baked lobster with herb lamb chops or the American beef tenderloin with shrimp and bourbon red wine sauce?” Li Feifan suggested,

“Hmm, today I’d like to try the pan-fried foie gras with blueberry sauce.”

“Okay, but you have a good appetite today. You’ve already had your third main course!” Li Feifan teased.

"Filming was quite tiring today, but the food prepared by the French chef here is delicious. So I was able to eat a lot!" Jessica Alba said a little shyly.

For an average white-collar worker, eating French food here once a month is considered impressive, but Li

Feifan and his partner have only eaten here three times, yet their bill has already exceeded 30,000 US dollars. That evening, on the large balcony of the presidential suite, Li Feifan, Jesse, and Barthold played cards while enjoying world-renowned Lafite wine. Jessica Alba smiled wryly, "I always lose? Feifan, sing me a song, take a break before playing again."

"What song do you want?"

"God is a Girl."

"Remember I searched the whole world and realized she is a girl who wants freedom. Her mind will be sealed, forgetting the past will allow the past to continue..." Li Feifan sang,

"It's so beautiful, Feifan, you're perfect!" Jessica Alba excitedly hugged Li Feifan, saying,

"Of course! 'God is a Girl' sold 11 million copies in a month, and 32 million worldwide. It's only slightly less than my previous album, 'My Heart Will Go On.' After a while, surpassing it won't be a problem." Barthold said smugly,

"The whole world knows that now, and you're only saying it now." "By the way, Feifan, can you sing 'My Heart Will Go On' for me again?" Jesse said expectantly.

"Every night, I see you, I feel you, I know you haven't gone far, you've traveled thousands of miles to my side, tell me you haven't gone away, no matter how near or far!"

The three of them played cards until dawn, and drank five bottles of red wine. The alcohol was slowly taking effect, and Bart, who was the biggest drinker, fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. "Jesse, it's late! You should go back to sleep," Li Feifan said.

Jessica Alba looked at Li Feifan and said, "Feifan, I love you! Will you be my boyfriend?" "

Jessica, you've had too much to drink. Can I tell you about this tomorrow?"

"No! I want you to tell me now."

"Okay! I'll let you be my girlfriend."

"Bye-bye! Remember to go on a date with me tomorrow!" Jessica Alba kissed Li Feifan and went back to her room.

Li Feifan went back to his room to rest in a daze, and didn't remember saying anything to Jessica Alba.

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