cpa300_4(); Ryan is finally in the game! Lance held the phone in his hand, carefully recalled the development of the situation, and made sure that he had not missed anything, and then he was relieved.

Of course, now that the "eight" character has only been drawn, not to mention that the film has started shooting, and even the contract between Diorama Pictures and Warner Bros. has not been signed, and it is far from reaching the stage of success, and Lance will not relax lightly. What happens to Lance is what counts, how to keep them suspicious and continue to work together, and how to express his anger in a way that makes them more convinced of the success of "Troy", and he has to plan it well.

This scene has just debuted, and he naturally has to sing it to the end, and he is looking forward to Ryan's reaction after the release of "Troy". drama, you have to see the ending to be the most exciting.

Taking a deep breath, he put this matter aside for the time being, the "day after tomorrow" project at hand has not yet been obtained, and he still has a lot of work to do. Then, the engine was started again and the car was driven in the direction of the down/urban area.

Lance found a parking spot in the mall's underground parking lot, then walked back down the street to the French restaurant across the street called "Bear Claw", and circled around the window to find his second target for the day, Jeffrey Nakhmanov, the screenwriter of "The Day After Tomorrow".

However, Lance did not enter the restaurant directly, but came across the street, and found a window spot in a Cantonese tea restaurant on the second floor, "Boss Wang", so that he could spy on the movement of the door of "Bear Claw", and he could also faintly spy on half of Jeffrey's table, which was really good as an observation point.

"What do you need?" The thick accent of English came over, which made Lance withdraw his gaze, look up, and then see the familiar Asian face, a young boy who looked no more than in his early twenties, and was full of childishness.

Although he has experienced the previous life and came to this life, the memories that belong to Li Jin in his soul have become very vague, but he has never forgotten it, in his bones, he has always been a Chinese/Chinese person, and the kind of alienation and detachment outside this era are always uncontrollable when dreaming back at midnight, even now, it is still the same.

"Are you Chinese?" Lance's words, though questioning, were categorical.

This question made the boy raise his head suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said with a smile, "Where did you see that?" Is it because I work in a Hong Kong-style café and then have an Asian face? Lance's question is interesting because in such a situation, the first reaction of most Americans is "Are you Japanese?"

Usually when encountering such a rhetorical question, Lance will not answer, but at this time, surrounded by a bunch of Chinese, the rich atmosphere of the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant made Lance's mood slightly relaxed, and he chuckled and said, "Don't take it as an attack - your accent." ”

The young man held the notebook in his hand with a speechless expression, but the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but outline little by little, hesitating and tangling, he still suppressed his thoughts, and muttered in a low voice, "Every time." "It's in Chinese. Then he smiled at Lance, "So, what do you need?" ”

Lance looked at the young man, his mood was rare and light, and he couldn't help but say, "Are you studying here?" Or did your parents immigrate? ”

The young man bit his lower lip slightly, obviously very dissatisfied with Lance's question, with a bright smile on his face, but gritted his teeth in Chinese, "It's about your." Then he went on to say in English, "Sir, this is my personal *." In the U.S., strangers basically shut up when they encounter such rhetoric -- strictly speaking, there is no such "trivial chatter" between strangers.

Lance pursed the corners of his lips narrowly, "UCLA? USC？ "Still unwilling to give up.

The young man's teeth were almost broken, and he lowered his head and muttered, "Neurotic." Of course, it was Chinese, and then he raised his head again, "Sir, if you don't plan to order now, I'll come back later." With that, the young man turned around and left.

"No problem." Lance raised his hands, "I'll call you when I'm done." ”

This simple sentence made the young man directly stunned in place, like an icicle, motionless. Because, what Lance is talking about is Chinese, authentic and authentic Chinese, and the cordial accent of a Jiangnan water town is simply standard, as if it is ...... It's like living in China for twenty or thirty years. The young man froze in place for two seconds, then fled, disappearing behind the counter at almost the speed of light.

The corners of Lance's mouth were slightly outlined in the direction of his ears.

In the story system of the previous "day after tomorrow", Japan was the first country to be threatened by disaster, and the main cast of the movie also included a Japanese descent, which is also related to the historical ties of the whole Hollywood. Needless to say, the intimacy between the United States and Japan is now dominated by Japanese actors in Hollywood, not to mention that Japan is currently the largest music market and film market in the entire Asian region. There is nothing wrong with this setting.

But if Lance gets the "day after tomorrow" project, perhaps, it seems like a good idea to focus on China/China. The potential of the Chinese film market can never be underestimated, and in 2014 it became the second largest market in the world after North America – although this was ten years later.

"Excuse me, is there anything I can do to help you?" This time it was not the young man who came out just now, but a slightly restrained middle-aged woman, who was still wearing an apron, nervously grasping the hem of her clothes, stumbling in English, but the meaning was still very clear.

Lance smiled kindly at the mother and switched to Chinese mode, "Thank you, please give me a pineapple oil, a grunt meat, a three-cup chicken, and then a soup for today." ”

The smile on the kind mother's face was noticeably looser, and she smiled enthusiastically, "Good, good." Then he wiped his hands that were not wet at all with his apron, and looked back at the back, looking like he wanted to say something.

Lance closed the menu and put it next to him, "Auntie, don't worry, I know he has no ill will, and I don't have any ill will." It's just that I've lived in China for a long time before...... For a long time, it was like my hometown. So, I just made a little joke. ”

"He didn't mean it, he was just a child, he didn't have any patience, he let him help at home during the summer vacation, and his other classmates went on vacation to the beach, so he lost his temper a little ......" The babbling words had the flavor of mother, making Lance raise his head slightly and listen quietly, he was a little homesick. Look at me, I'm bothering you here, you must be hungry. Do you miss Chinese/Chinese cuisine? Don't worry, Auntie will cook you a home-cooked meal, which is guaranteed to be a pure hometown taste. She said enthusiastically, with the unique hospitality and kindness of Chinese/Chinese people, which is the taste of mother.

Lance avoided his gaze a little wolfly, and looked at the people coming and going outside the window, his thoughts were so chaotic and multitude that he couldn't distinguish them for a while. Suddenly, the phone rang, and Lance didn't plan to answer it, but after glancing at the phone screen, the number displayed on it made Langston pause, and finally picked it up, "Well, Theo." ”

It was Theo who called.

Theo's stiff and cold voice came through the earpiece, "Busy? After receiving a negative answer from Lance, he spoke again, "Does the joint in my left hand still hurt lately?" Last week, it rained heavily for four days on and off in Los Angeles. I heard the other day that there is a kind of medicinal liquor made from Asian herbs, which is very effective for such old wounds, and I asked Percy to take it yesterday and put it in your room, and you remember to use it. ”

Lance unconsciously touched his left elbow joint, the wound had been left on the afternoon of twelve, and now healed, and if Theo didn't say it, he would almost have forgotten it. After Theo took them from the icy Wisconsin to the warmth of spring, his old wounds rarely recurred, except for occasional aches in the cold of winter, a reminder of a time that had been almost forgotten.

Theo's voice was steady and rigid, not even with a trace of warmth, but the words were much more than usual, and even a little babbling, which made Lance's irritable mood slowly settle down and listen quietly. "Lance?" After not hearing Lance's response for a long time, Theo's tail note rose slightly, unsure if there was a problem with the signal.

"Yes, I'm here." The smile on the corner of Lance's mouth slowly overflowed, "The weather in California has always been good, even if it rains, the temperature is very good, I'm fine, don't worry." ”

"Where is the medicinal wine, you ask Percy, don't forget it." Thinking that Theo would actually believe in this oriental herb, which really didn't match his personality, Lance couldn't help but laugh, but still nodded obediently, "I know." Theo didn't procrastinate any longer, and hung up the phone after explaining the matter.

Lance put his phone back on the table, and at this time the table was already full of plates, in addition to the dishes he ordered, there were actually a few plates of home-cooked side dishes, fried water spinach with garlic, preserved eggs mixed with tofu, and fried pork slices with mushrooms...... Raising his head, Lance saw the middle-aged woman's bright smile and expectant expression, as if a mother was paying attention to her child.

Lance didn't say anything, but picked up the rice bowl in front of him, picked up the chopsticks in his hand, and ate attentively, picking up the rice grains into his mouth one by one, and putting a piece of meat into his mouth. The nose is slightly pantothenic, which is indeed the smell of home.