Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion Chapter 376: The Love Returns to the Rainy Night in Paris

It was raining in Paris; the streets beca wet and slippery, and the main cathedral of Notre-Da lood faintly in the distance through the veil of rain.

Director Allen said that the best ti to see Notre-Da was on a rainy day.

Because the visibility was blurred, viewing Notre-Da now closely resembled the visual effect people had two hundred, five hundred, eight hundred years ago when they stood here, creating a sensation of traveling through ti.

Link disagreed, saying it wasn’t the sa. Modern people, accustod to skyscrapers, find Notre-Da stunning but not particularly shocking or awe-inspiring.

People centuries ago, unfamiliar with the world, reverent of gods and spirits, would likely kneel or lie prostrate when they ca to the cathedral of Notre-Da, instead of standing here without restraint.

He asked Allen if he wanted to give it a try? Maybe they could actually find that feeling.

Allen glared at him, wanting to scold him for not understanding art, but then realized there was so twisted logic to what he said.

"Everybody, get moving, shoot quickly, don’t block the way here."

Allen yelled, waving his hands.

After the rain, the film crew hurried to shoot scenes of Paris in the rain, including famous landmarks such as Notre-Da, the Louvre, the Place de la Concorde, the Eiffel Tower, and others.

There were too many places to shoot. Creating artificial rain was too expensive, so taking advantage of the rainy weather was the most cost-effective and visually appealing option.

Link was also required to stroll along the banks of the Seine River alone, hands in his pockets, getting drizzled on, admiring the ancient buildings on both sides of the river. Allen also wanted him to evoke the sense of walking through the corridor of history.

After walking in the rain for over half an hour, his clothes nearly soaked, they finally captured enough material for the film.

But even after these scenes were done, there was no ti to rest. Under Allen’s prompt, he changed into dry clothes and went to the Place Saint-Jean XXIII for the final shoot of the day.

This scene depicted the male protagonist Gil initially being left by his lover Adriana in a fantasy world, and when he returned to reality, he discovered his fiancée’s infidelity, leading to their breakup.

After back-to-back breakups, Gil, now alone, wandered the Parisian streets with a lancholic expression, just as a light rain began to fall.

At that mont, a French girl approached from behind. She worked at an old vinyl store, and Gil had encountered her twice on the street, making her sowhat of an acquaintance.

The actress playing the French girl, Gabriel, was the French film star Lea Seydoux, who had played a supporting role in Director Quentin’s "Inglourious Basterds," was 25 years old, and was also quite a spicy French lass.

However, her grandfather happened to be Jero Seydoux, chairman of Pathé Films and a good friend of Director Allen.

To prevent Lea from being seduced into bed by him, Allen deliberately arranged for an assistant to watch over them, preventing too much private contact during the shoot.

"Scene 12, shot 3, take 1, action!"

"Hey, what brings you here?"

Link turned to look at the girl approaching leisurely in the rain and asked.

"My boss got a new vinyl record from Cole Porter."

Lea Seydoux responded with a slight smile.

"It made you think of ?"

Link asked since Gil ntioned Cole Porter’s record at the vinyl store before.

Lea Seydoux shrugged, making a face of agreent.

Link smiled lightly, "I like being rembered by you. Are you heading ho now?"

"Yes!"

Lea Seydoux adjusted the strap on her shoulder and smiled back.

"Can I walk with you, or invite you for a cup of coffee? Look, the rain is getting heavier."

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Link looked up at the sky and said.

"No problem, I don’t mind getting wet."

Lea Seydoux replied with a light smile.

"Really?"

"Yes, actually, Paris is most beautiful in the rain."

"That’s sothing I often say too. I wholeheartedly agree, it’s even more beautiful now."

Link caught raindrops in his hand, his face lit up with joy at being understood.

Director’s area.

Allen watched from behind the monitor, arms folded, as the screen showed the two walking shoulder to shoulder on the damp streets, talking as they went, their figures gradually vanishing under the dim street lights.

Beautiful and romantic.

He couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh.

"Allen, do we need to do another take?"

Frank Arela asked.

"No, that’s a wrap!"

Director Allen said.

Frank Arela looked at him in surprise, it was the first ti he’d seen him so readily approve Link’s actions.

Director Allen gave him a glare, "With the rain so heavy, Link, being a man, isn’t bothered, but Layla, as a girl, can’t stand it. Call her back quickly before she catches a cold."

"Got it!"

Frank yelled through the gaphone, ’Cut! That’s a wrap for today’.

"Frank, keep an eye on Link, don’t let him harass Layla."

Director Allen instructed.

"Understood, Director Allen!"

Frank said with a smile.

After shooting, Link returned to the Ritz Hotel where the crew was staying, his clothes drenched.

Marion hadn’t gone ho and was staying in his room. When she saw him return, she poured him a cup of hot chocolate.

After drinking the hot chocolate, Link felt warm. He took off his clothes and went into the bathroom, with Marion following wrapped in a bath towel.

The two of them made love in the bathroom.

This ti, without any disturbance from Director Allen and no worries about paparazzi snooping.

Listening to the pitter-patter of heavy rain outside the window.

They had a good ti.

Back on the bed in the bedroom, the two nestled against the headboard and chatted.

"I recently got a script where the male lead is a boxer, and it would also suit you. Do you want to take a look?"

Marion leaned against the headboard, pulling out a book and handing it over.

Seeing the title of the book, "Rust and Bone," Link imdiately thought of the movie "Rust and Bone," one of Marion Cotillard’s signature works.

The movie was adapted from the collection "Rust and Bone" by famous Canadian author Craig Davidson.

It tells the love story of Ali, a holess boxer, and Stephanie, an orca trainer who loses her legs in an accident.

The two et at the lowest points of their lives: Ali helps Stephanie regain confidence in life, and Stephanie helps Ali find hope. They save each other and spark love, embarking on a new journey.

Since the male protagonist of the film is also an underground boxer, Link had watched it twice and thought it was pretty good.

"It’s a very nice story, is the male lead role still open?"

Link asked after reading the novel of over fifty thousand words.

"The director of this film is Mr. Jacques Audiard, and the film is still in pre-production. He wants to play the female lead and has given the script ahead of ti. If you’re interested, I’ll recomnd you to him,"

Marion Cotillard said.

Link nodded. He had also t Director Jacques Audiard once, at the Oscars in March this year. Director Audiard had been nominated for Best Foreign Language Film with "The Prophet", a highly competent director.

"I’m very interested. Also, I own a production company, and if the film is short on investnts, I could participate,"

Link said, with his arm around Marion’s shoulder.

"Deciding to invest just based on the novel, aren’t you worried about losing money?"

Marion asked affectionately, running her finger below his chin.

Link knew the film had done well at the box office and thus wasn’t worried about losing money. He kissed Marion’s hair and said, "I’m a boxer; I make money quickly and always need to find ways to spend it. It wouldn’t be a pity even if I lost it in a movie."

"Yes, you didn’t ntion it, and I almost forgot that you’re the famously rich Mr. Money Printing Machine."

"I’m not just a money printing machine, I’m also other kinds of machinery, Miss Cotillard, would you like to experience this robot’s other features?"

"I’d be delighted."

Marion laughed, biting her lip.

Link gave a gentle smile and pulled the wool blanket over them.

Under the blanket, the waves surged, while the wind and rain outside grew fiercer.

In the next room, Director Allen sat under the balcony awning, looking out at the rainy Paris streets, holding a glass of Bordeaux red wine, about to enjoy so rare leisure ti.

Suddenly, he heard strange noises coming from next door.

At first, he thought it was the sound of rain beating on the awning, continuous and constant.

But upon listening closely, he realized that it wasn’t.

His face darkened as he shouted toward the open window next door, "Keep it down! Have so sha."

Unfortunately, it was of no use. The noise and rain from next door only got louder, completely ignoring the old man.