Chapter 922: Chapter 327: A Technological Breakthrough Approaches
“Look, as long as I put this on, nothing will happen,” the young girl said excitedly. She clearly loved trying out new things, even if… so were a bit perverted.
“This thing isn’t very sturdy, you could easily take it off,” Adrian said as he picked up the chastity belt and weighed it in his hand, looking at Tyler with a playful expression.
“But you have to understand, Tyler, I’m not with you every day. If one day you’re on the East Coast and I’m on the West Coast, and you urgently need to take it off, what would you do?” Adrian smiled maliciously, his aning clear despite so chastity belts not being without holes; they were not particularly convenient.
Tyler’s face suddenly turned unsightly, but Adrian didn’t care about that, lifting her face to his and continuing, “I’ve said it before, Tyler, you’re mine, from head to toe, inside and out. Do you understand? It’s said that your father has been doing well recently; maybe I should have him suffer a slight loss, like a few million?”
To a curious and playful girl like her, it was necessary to state his position directly. As expected, a hint of fear finally flashed in her eyes, and her face turned a bit pale. Although Tyler had bluffed her way out of the situation that morning, she hadn’t ignored it; she just hadn’t brought it up again.
Tyler may be narcissistic, proud, and playful, but she’s not brainless. I believe she’s done so howork on Adrian; in fact, there might be a hint of probing in her actions.
“Alright, little princess, you have to know, the reason I’m doing this is because I don’t want to lose you,” Adrian softened his tone, offering a sweet date after the stick, “Do you really have to use this thod to find inspiration?”
“If I rember correctly, I at least provided inspiration for three songs for you,” Adrian raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, but that’s far from enough, is it?” Seeing him like this, Tyler’s courage grew, her eyes curving into a smile, “I still have a lot of songs to write. Since I’m a creative singer, it’s impossible not to write songs, right?”
“So you want to use this thod to keep your creative energies flowing,” Adrian chuckled lightly, “Do you think I would agree, Tyler?”
Instantly, the young girl beca frustrated, biting her lip, her eyes darting around, not knowing what she was thinking.
“However,” Adrian suddenly raised his voice, “though this thod won’t work, there’s another way. As long as you are willing to make so changes and cooperate, I believe you’ll reap significant benefits.”
“Really?” Tyler blinked, filled with both anticipation and caution.
“Of course,” Adrian’s fingers slid across her cheek, “You’ll like it, I promise.”
In the days that followed, Britney, Christina, and Avril’s hos beca quite lively. They now had better ways to display the tricks they learned from Adrian in bed. That’s right, lovely and poor Taylor Swift was brought by Adrian for her first attempt at a threeso at their hos.
“I just love it!” Avril said, rolling her eyes when Adrian asked.
Evidently, such stimulation was quite intense. After dealing with the staff and visiting her mother, when she gave Adrian a aningful look and waited for him in the room they had arranged, she couldn’t wait to throw herself at him.
“You’re not trustworthy, my dad lost a few million in an investnt three days ago,” Tyler almost cried as she said this, moving even more vigorously.
“It’s alright, he’ll earn it back soon,” Adrian said, sucking on her earlobe, “I’m doing this just to tell you, Tyler, you’re important, and I won’t let anyone else touch you, otherwise I’d really do things that no one wants to see.”
The words seed earnest, enough to make the young girl imdiately close her eyes and moan with ecstasy. That morning’s feeling of being valued wasn’t just imagined. Of course, in reality, the sincerity had diminished quite a bit. If a few years ago, that night with Natalie was a full ten, now, well, it wasn’t necessary anymore.
So, no worries, the only problem was that, although it successfully provided her with more inspiration, it was sowhat… over the line. The lodies were alright, but the lyrics posed a bit of a problem. Despite Tyler controlling herself and trying to use suggestive words, many tis they were still explicit, causing the producers to protest to Adrian. Just editing them was a headache; if she continued this way, it would be better not to write at all.
This was indeed a problem. But no worries, if she couldn’t write lyrics, she could write lodies. If not here, then elsewhere, Britney, Christina, and Avril all had written songs, so there’s no reason Tyler should be an exception.
So, back to the movie. After about three months of bumps and scrapes, the superhero film “Iron Man” finally… reached the final filming stage, specifically the part where Stark uses scraps to make the first armor in the cave. You can’t bla the crew; Adrian’s acting was inconsistent. So scenes were effortless for him, but others were painstakingly slow.
Besides that, due to Adrian’s insistence on secrecy, the exterior scenes at Edwards Air Force Base and Caesar Palace in Las Vegas were shot separately. A group of stand-ins took the exterior shots, while he shot the sa scenes in the studio for post-production compositing. Then, during the final battle scene shoot, Adrian accidentally pulled a muscle in his arm, which, although not serious, required several days of rest.
Adding to this, both he and Charlize had things to handle, which, even if only signing docunts, took a significant amount of ti. Fortunately, Ivanka was always by their side. Under such circumstances, if the filming progressed quickly, it would indeed be miraculous. And even now with only the final scenes left, there’s no reason to be too happy, as the real challenge was just beginning.
“You can be more exaggerated, no need to… be so cautious. This is a movie, after all. While it’s essential to create a realistic atmosphere, a bit of exaggeration can produce dramatic effects, like…” Favreau licked his dry lips, directing Adrian while even performing to provide a reference. The fatigue and anxiety occasionally reflected in his expression, indicating the pressure this scene imposed on him.
“Alright, let’s rest for a few more minutes, then we’ll go again.” Adrian thought carefully before nodding, pausing, then patting Favreau’s shoulder, “Thanks, Jon?”
“Thank you for what?” Favreau was puzzled.
“For being so patient,” Adrian waved his hand, “for being so understanding, thank you very much. I’m really happy to work with you on my first film as the lead actor.”
Indeed, this shot had been NG’d almost thirty tis and still hadn’t passed, and the scenes over the past few days couldn’t be done without dozens of NGs. The whole crew was a bit frazzled. If it had been another director, he might have already blown up, but Favreau was certainly very patient, constantly explaining, constantly shooting, keeping any frustration well controlled within himself.
Then again, even if Favreau had a temper, he wouldn’t dare lose it. Even though Adrian seed easygoing, his status spoke for itself. Even if you add up all the most powerful actors in Hollywood, they might not asure up to him. If the director did lose his temper and embarrassed Adrian, he might not mind right now, but who knows if soone might deliberately make things difficult in the future to appease him?
Of course, that’s just part of the reason. Favreau is indeed a very patient director, so Adrian said this as a way to appropriately show goodwill; protecting so people’s authority in specific situations is a compulsory lesson for those in high positions.
Sure enough, Favreau was montarily stunned, then showed an embarrassed expression: “ too, Ed. I’m very happy to direct your first leading role film.”
Both n laughed afterward, and much of the accumulated irritation dissipated. Then soone ca over: “Mr. Cowell, Mr. Peter Jackson is outside and wants to see you.”
“Peter?” Adrian raised an eyebrow in so surprise, then said hello to Favreau before following the assistant to the studio door.
Within a few steps, he saw Peter Jackson. He was standing by the entrance of the studio talking to soone, dressed simply in a t-shirt and pants, looking much slimr, clearly having lost quite a bit of weight, and had even tidied up his hair and beard, looking neatly trimd.
“Hi, Peter.” Adrian greeted him from a distance.
“Hi, Ed.” Jackson raised his hand in response, then looked him over with a surprised gaze, “Ha, look at that, I can’t believe it. When they told you were shooting a movie, I definitely didn’t expect you to be involved as an actor, and as the lead no less. Haha, seeing you in this get-up is just too amusing.”
“You can try it too if you want.” Adrian chuckled.
“Oh, no, I could do a cao, but not as a lead,” Jackson shook his head with a sigh, but quickly showed his excitent again, “With your version of ‘Iron Man’ coming out, there probably won’t be anything to rival it. Directors won’t find another billionaire to play Tony Stark, so…”
He raised an eyebrow: “I decided not to mind your deception.”
“Deception?” Adrian looked at him sowhat puzzled.
“Last ti I asked you why you suddenly wanted to grow a beard, you told you wanted to change your image, but now I realize it’s for your role in ‘Iron Man’ to grow a goatee,” Jackson said assertively, “Isn’t that deception?”
“Of course not,” Adrian replied with a laugh, touching his neatly grown beard. “I admit, growing the beard was indeed for ‘Iron Man,’ but it was also to change my image. Soone thinks I’d look sexy with a neatly trimd beard. You should know that even if I didn’t grow the beard, I could still play Tony Stark, right?”
“But no matter how you put it, you wanted the beard because of ‘Iron Man.’ Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been such a coincidence.” Jackson persisted, seemingly unsatisfied.
“Alright, Peter, you didn’t co here today just to talk about my beard, did you?” Adrian had to remind him.
“Ah… of course!” Jackson finally rembered his purpose, his face looking a bit awkward, and his tone beca cautious: “A few days ago, I got a notice saying that Universal wants to halt the preparation for the film version of ‘The Hobbits.’ Is that true?”
He looked at him with so concern, as if to say, “Don’t tell this is your idea,” but he was destined to be disappointed.
“Yes, Peter, I had Universal pause it.” Adrian nodded.
“Why… why?” Jackson was stunned for a while, then asked in disbelief, “Why, Ed! You promised you’d invest in ‘The Hobbits’ and let produce it. You promised , you can’t go back on your word now! We agreed! You can’t be untrustworthy!”
He spoke quickly and anxiously, and the agitated way he looked made it seem like if Adrian dared to say “I changed my mind,” he might throw a punch.
“Calm down, Peter, I never said you wouldn’t be in charge of production.” Adrian chuckled, finding this passionate Jackson very endearing and worthy of his investnt.
“So what you an is…” At last, Jackson regained his composure, stopping abruptly upon hearing this sentence, and looked at him with an even more puzzled expression.
“I just want you to delay it a bit,” Adrian said, “because there’s going to be a major breakthrough in filming technology soon, and by then, you could bring audiences an even more realistic and majestic Middle Earth!” (To be continued. If you like this work, please co to Qidian (qidian) to vote with recomndation tickets and monthly votes; your support is my greatest motivation.)
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