At Christmasti each year, when the entire United States celebrates the holiday,
Los Angeles, the largest city on the West Coast, becos exceptionally busy due to the Christmas season’s box office battle.
But this year, there’s an added layer of strangeness compared to the past.
The global Jewish chairman, Little Bronfman of Universal, surprisingly arrived in Angel City at this ti.
Moreover, he had secret etings with Redstone and Eisner, two dia moguls.
However, whatever happens on the West Coast can’t really affect New York, the largest city on the East Coast.
Here, Christmas is still celebrated with all the fanfare: parades on Central Avenue, concerts at the Lincoln Art Center, and so on.
Of course, among these events, what n care most about is the Christmas-New Year lingerie show hosted by Victoria’s Secret.
This year’s the was lingerie co-branded with "Anomalies and Creatures."
At that mont, as the licensor, Wang Jian had just stepped off the T-stage amidst the audience’s applause alongside special guest Ganni Versace.
And as a performance guest, Shania Twain started to warm up the crowd with her singing.
"Heh heh, Mr. Versace," Wang Jian said, adjusting his black suit while joking with a laugh.
"You really do act quite differently on the T-stage compared to in front of the cara."
Uh...
Ganni Versace grinned sheepishly, "The T-stage suits better indeed."
"Fortunately, the recording pace for ’Prison Break Transformation’ has sped up, and the director has shot my scenes in clusters."
"In a few weeks, I should be able to conclude this unpleasant cao journey."
"Sigh, it’s regrettable not to be able to reunite with family on Christmas."
"Speaking of which," he looked at Wang Jian, "what about you? How are you planning to spend Christmas?"
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Wang Jian thought for a mont and replied, "I’ll probably just take a good rest."
After all, Lily’s parents were visiting New York again to see their granddaughter, and it wouldn’t be convenient for him to show up.
And Sarah was in a possessed state of seclusion to write "Prison Break 2," turning away all visitors recently.
But Ganni misunderstood his intent.
"Indeed, Miss Gisele Bundchen also has filming commitnts, and the dreadful weather in New York certainly isn’t conducive to relaxation."
"After the shoot," the Italian clapped Wang Jian on the shoulder, "you and Miss Bundchen are welco to join in Miami."
"I have a villa there that’s perfect for vacationing."
Wang Jian politely nodded, indicating he would visit if he had the chance.
At this mont, the country queen had finished warming up the stage.
Amid the dynamic "what made you say that," the Victoria’s Secret supermodels made their entrance.
The first to take the stage embodied the image of the sea demon from "Anomalies."
She wore a green lace lingerie ensemble with long fringes trailing behind.
Listening to the sound of n swallowing behind him, Wang Jian nodded slightly in satisfaction.
It was not in vain that he had put so much effort and even used his own notoriety to hype up the event.
If the first lingerie piece still conford to Victoria’s Secret’s traditional style of lace and fringes,
the subsequent displays, infused with the character of "Anomalies," beca much more distinctive.
Instead of crowns, the girls wore fuzzy ears on their heads.
And instead of fringed skirts, they now sported variously shaped tails.
"I love this one!"
" too! I so want to buy it for my girlfriend!"
"Wake up, you don’t have a girlfriend!"
"Neither do you! So why the heck are you pulling out your wallet!"
"Ugh, I’ll wear it myself, what’s it to you?!"
Wang Jian almost laughed out loud listening to the conversations around him.
"Just pay in US dollars, and you can actually take it ho for your cat, dog, or other pets to wear."
"It has nothing to do with , right?"
The rhythm of the music on stage picked up quickly, and the models strutting out from backstage were becoming increasingly high-profile.
Tyra Banks appeared in a black leather bikini, with red Demon horns on her head.
Heidi Klum held a long bow, dressed in golden lingerie, the spitting image of an R-rated "Valkyrie."
Finally, the German model Heidi Klum walked out during "any man of mine," with fluffy ears atop her head and a tail behind her.
She looked at Wang Jian and gave a light laugh.
"She’s smiling at , she likes !" the two boys just started whispering again.
"Hey, why aren’t you talking?"
"Just now, all the supermodels were smiling in this direction."
"I’m thinking, if they all like and confess to ."
"Which one should I choose?"
Wang Jian felt sowhat speechless towards the two behind him.
Just then, the two suddenly fell silent and stared dumbfounded at the stage.
Gisele Bundchen, with two black ears on her head and a cross hanging on her chest, walked slowly with a catwalk stride.
She stood on the stage with a serious expression, then suddenly broke into a smile.
After that, she revealed two slightly sharp teeth.
As Shania Twain’s increasingly joyful "the woman in " played, all the supermodels made their entrance one by one.
Victoria’s Secret CEO Roy Raymond also stood smiling at the front of the T-shaped runway, alongside Gisele Bundchen.
Then, he waved Wang Jian over.
"Wang," Ganni Versace said, clapping and laughing, "It’s a fashion show tradition for the designer to appear last."
"As the licensor, you should also take the stage."
Wang Jian hesitated as he looked at the stage, but eventually stood up, albeit reluctantly.
It wasn’t that he was being too pretentious, playing the writer who is indifferent to fa and fortune.
But rather, all the models on stage were wearing high heels.
They... were all taller than himself!
When the Victoria’s Secret CEO saw Wang Jian approach the stage, he stepped aside to let him stand next to Gisele Bundchen.
Gisele, looking at the cheering crowd below, blushed slightly.
She turned her head and whispered to Wang Jian with a voice trembling from excitent, "I’m going to take this lingerie back to my apartnt."
Roy Raymond, standing beside them, heard her and gave a faint smile.
He clapped and winked at Wang Jian suggestively, "Gisele doesn’t have to attend the after-party."
However, Wang Jian wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to his lewd thoughts.
His phone in his pocket was vibrating non-stop.
Finally, after the last appearance ended, the audience gradually left the venue, guided by security personnel.
Gisele kissed Wang Jian, then ran backstage to change clothes.
Wang Jian picked up his phone, calling back in confusion.
"Lehman, why are you calling on Christmas Eve?"
"Is there sothing important?"
"Wang, are you planning to take your website public? Why didn’t you inform Goldman Sachs?" Lehman’s tone was sowhat anxious.
Hmm?
Having his own issues taking Twitter public, how could he dare to take an even more valuable website public so casually?
At the very least, he would have to wait until his identity as a writer was more embedded in people’s hearts before considering this matter.
"No!" Wang Jian asked in confusion, "Where did you hear this news?"
"Not?" Lehman’s voice imdiately beca serious, "Then have you had any dealings with Jewish financial consortia lately?"
"Why are the Madoff Foundation and Lehman Brothers gathering information about your personal financial activities, as well as those of your website and Twitter?"
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