King of Hollywood-Chapter 248 - 246 The Old Mens Tactics

Chapter 248: Chapter 246: The Old Men’s Tactics

Chapter 248 -246: The Old Men’s Tactics

“Everyone knows that during World War II, Europe witnessed a massacre so brutal it defies human comprehension. At least six million Jewish people died at the hands of the Nazis, in concentration camps, and in gas chambers. The painful history of that period still haunts our minds to this day. Over the past decades, many films have been made on the subject, and now Spielberg has picked up the camera to focus on these sad memories, hoping to find a glimmer of humanity within them…”

This is an article from the latest issue of “Hollywood Report,” which features six full pages detailing Spielberg’s emotional journey in creating “Schindler’s List.” It talks about how from an early age, he heard family elders recount history and had long harbored the ambition to bring it to the silver screen; how he discovered the biographical book of the real characters of “Schindler’s List,” but felt too daunted to film it himself, leading him to seek other directors – all of whom refused; and how he finally decided to direct it himself, only to face the dilemma of finding no investors, among other stories.

The article also includes numerous exclusive photos of Spielberg directing in Krakow, stirring yet appropriately so, with a high readability. As soon as the magazine hit the shelves, it nearly sold out, as Spielberg’s experience alone makes for a novel-worthy read, not to mention its connection to the Jewish holocaust during World War II.

Then, many media outlets also began covering the story, creating momentum for “Schindler’s List” from various angles. Of course, they were very skilled in their approach, avoiding any specifics of the story in their reporting. Although the details of Spielberg’s filming in Krakow were vague and ambiguous, they focused more on tracing the terrible history of World War II. The ingenious arrangement didn’t come off as distasteful to readers at all.

As a result, people’s curiosity was thoroughly piqued, and they began to speculate what kind of film this famously child-hearted director would create about that tragic history. Many remained skeptical, given that it was a stark departure from his previous filmmaking style, especially upon learning that Spielberg had chosen to shoot in black and white film – the idea seemed nearly laughable, given the modern era.

Of course, some cautiously expressed their support, arguing that all speculation was meaningless before the movie’s release. Who knew whether Spielberg would surprise everyone? It wouldn’t be too late to comment after the work was fully out.

In short, opinions varied widely, and all the chatter inadvertently brought more attention to “Schindler’s List.” It was undeniable that these old men had quite some influence.

“It seems there’s no need to worry too much,” Adrian said as he set down the newspaper, closing his eyes and pondering for a moment. These old guys all knew what to do, and with Laverne at the helm, he could pretty much stay out of it.

“What’s not to worry about?” a familiar voice emerged nearby, followed by a voluptuous and sexy face appearing before him.

“Nothing, an important movie’s publicity work can take a backseat for now,” Adrian replied with a slight smile. Before he could act, Monica had already nestled into his arms.

“You seem to be making movies all the time, Ed,” she said, bending her arm to rest her chin on the back of the sofa, her lips slightly parted in an especially enticing manner.

Feeling the slightly plump body in his embrace, Adrian exhaled contentedly without answering her question. He pinched her chin and gently kissed her flushed lips before saying, “Did you come to my office for something?”

“Can’t I come just because I wanted to see you?” Monica said with a raised eyebrow, suddenly adopting a slightly provocative tone.

“Oh, of course, you can, but… what next?” Adrian asked, reaching around Monica from behind and then unexpectedly moving his hand up to grasp the softness on her right side.

Monica let Adrian fondle her, and after peering at him for several minutes, her lips parted slightly to say, “Thanksgiving is in a few days, and I want to spend it with you. How about we go to Italy?”

“Go to Italy for Thanksgiving?” Adrian was a bit surprised, but his hands didn’t stop.

“Yes.” After saying that, Monica stayed silent, never opening her mouth anymore, just gazing at him with her brown eyes.

Adrian understood what she meant. In fact, he had considered it before, concluding that it might be best to spend it alone. But now it seemed that plan wasn’t going to work. With more than ten days until Thanksgiving, Monica had already extended the invitation in person. Perhaps Julia’s call would come the very next second.

Although recently Julia still played a game of approach and withdrawal with him, Adrian knew it was just a facade – could the passion after each date be fake?

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“Alright, then let’s go to Italy. There are still many beautiful sights there we haven’t seen,” Adrian said after some thought, agreeing to Monica’s request and then leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on her cheek.

To specifically come to his office and invite him face to face, to refuse would only cause her disappointment and sorrow. Although Monica essentially belonged to him already, such things were better done sparingly. As for Julia, there was still Christmas.

“Really?” Monica’s face lit up with surprise, and after receiving an affirmative response, she kissed Adrian passionately, entwining with him before finally stopping, looking utterly affectionate and pitiable.

“Let me think about how we can make the most of these four days – of course, we could extend it a bit,” Adrian murmured as his fingers lightly traced her lips. “Never mind, why don’t you plan it?”

“Oh? Well then, it looks like I’ll be the one to make the arrangements.” Monica bit his finger gently and after gazing at Adrian for a long while, her lips curved into a sultry arc, “By the way, Ed, have you and your little secretary ever tried getting passionate in the office?”

“Unfortunately, not yet,” Adrian sighed, without any intention of avoidance.

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“Oh, that’s truly a pity.” Suddenly, Monica grabbed Adrian’s hand that had been resting on her chest without moving away, and her eyes began to burn slowly as she looked into his.

Her black coat hung on the rack, and she wore a blue and white striped shirt with a black vest over it, paired with snow-white trousers. Her long hair fell down her back, a few strands of bangs resting on her forehead—she was undoubtedly a sexy vixen.

But before Adrian could speak, there was a knock at the door. “Knock, knock, knock,” sounded, and Adrian, who had placed his hand on the button of Monica’s vest, could only roll his eyes and stand up to call out, “Come in.”

“The client you have an appointment with has arrived, Mr. Adrian,” Charlize walked in, and although she controlled herself well, she couldn’t help but glance at Monica, who was fixing her hair and clothes.

“Since you have a meeting, I won’t bother you anymore, Ed,” Monica then stood up, put on her coat, took her handbag, and said.

“Alright, be careful on your way out,” Adrian nodded.

“Goodbye, and don’t forget our date,” Monica gave Adrian a coquettish look explicitly in front of Charlize as she walked to the door, then clicked her heels as she went out.

Adrian just shrugged with a smile, and Charlize huffed in an almost imperceptible tone before turning and walking out too.

No matter when, some things about women never change. Adrian mused to himself internally, then his smile faded, and in came two young men and a child.

“Hello, Mr. Adrian,” the first young man immediately stretched out his hand. Compared to a few days ago, he still seemed a bit frail, but his spirits were much improved.

“I didn’t expect you to be discharged already,” Adrian gestured for them to sit down.

“If I had stayed in the hospital, even if I didn’t die from smoking weed, I would’ve been annoyed to death by those reporters,” said the young man with a shrug, his rebellious nature unintentionally showing through—a word that seemed to be made to describe him.

Speaking of which, since Halloween, the most attention-grabbing celebrity gossip has undoubtedly been River Phoenix being rushed to the hospital for a drug overdose. The media almost unanimously mocked and ridiculed him, proclaiming this to be yet another perfect example of a Hollywood child star’s self-imposed decline. The youngest Best Actor in Venice Film Festival history had lost his shine.

That’s always the way it is, they build you up when they need you, but once you slip up, they’re quick to knock you down. The most obvious example: in Adrian’s memory, the media should have been filled with tributes to and lamentations for River, because he had already left this world due to a drug overdose without timely medical attention.

“It’s better to talk less about such things. You just experienced a brush with death and should understand the value of life more than anyone,” said Adrian in a gentle tone.

“Yes,” River nodded after a few seconds of silence, “I’ve made up my mind to quit marijuana for good.”

“Even if you hadn’t made up your mind, we would have found a way to make you quit!” his youngest brother, Silver, suddenly glared at him and said, “If you dare touch that stuff again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“Silver!” Joaquin pulled on his younger brother, while River smiled tenderly, patting his head.

“I promise I won’t touch it again, Silver; I swear,” he said, his voice soft but firm.

Their brotherly bond was truly heartwarming.

Silver broke into a smile upon receiving the promise, then realized they were in someone else’s office, moreover, the office of the man who saved his brother, and became stammering, “Uh, s-sorry, Mr. Adrian…” (To be continued, for the continuation of the story, please visit www.qidian.com. More chapters available, support the author, support genuine reading!)