115: Chapter 115 Director: Mr. Chen, you can change the script however you like.
"A kissing scene?"
Spielberg's jaw nearly hit the floor.
He widened his eyes, hidden behind thick lenses, and looked at Chen Yuan in disbelief. As a top Hollywood director, he had seen countless financiers bring money into a production and had encountered all sorts of outrageous demands. But having an investor step in personally to force a kissing scene was simply unheard of.
"What? Is there a problem?"
Chen Yuan leaned back in his chair, his long fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. His gaze was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable sense of oppression.
"No... no problem."
Spielberg wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes involuntarily darting toward the two T-103 Mass-Produced Tyrant bodyguards standing in the shadows. Those two tower-like figures were like the Sword of Damocles hanging over his head.
Art might be priceless, but life only happens once.
"But... Mr. Chen, the current script doesn't have this scene," Spielberg explained, biting the bullet. "If we add it, we might need to readjust the storyboards and lighting..."
"Then adjust it."
Chen Yuan interrupted him, his tone indifferent. "I'll give you five minutes. In five minutes, I want to see the camera, the lighting, and also..."
He turned his head to look at Angelina.
The newly selected lead actress was currently covering her mouth in surprise. She had originally thought she was just a vase used to show off her figure, never expecting to land such a big "perk."
"And you, are you ready?"
Angelina immediately straightened her back, making her tight leather outfit look even fuller. She quickly walked up to Chen Yuan, her eyes filled with undisguised fanaticism.
"Always ready, Boss."
Her voice carried a tremor of excitement. "How... how do you need me to cooperate?"
"It's very simple."
Chen Yuan stood up and adjusted his suit. He was a head taller than Angelina, and as he looked down at her, it was as if he were looking at a wild cat waiting to be tamed.
"This is on the battlefield."
"Smoke fills the air, and life and death hang by a thread."
"You've been severely wounded and think you're going to die. And I..."
Chen Yuan paused, a wicked smile curling the corner of his mouth.
"I am the man who pulls you back from hell."
"This isn't just a kiss; it's a form of... redemption."
Angelina's breathing became rapid. She was a drama fanatic and was instantly drawn into the scene Chen Yuan described. The hope in that desperate situation, the thrill of being conquered by a strong man, made her body heat up involuntarily.
"I understand."
She took a deep breath, her eyes becoming unfocused and affectionate.
"Action!"
Although Spielberg was still cursing inwardly, his professional instincts allowed him to enter the zone quickly. With the order given, the entire studio fell silent instantly.
The lighting technician quickly adjusted the light sources, creating an atmosphere that was dim and ambiguous, yet filled with a sense of crisis.
The wind machine started, blowing Angelina's long hair.
She staggered back two steps, clutching her "injured" abdomen, and looked ahead with desperate eyes.
Chen Yuan moved.
He didn't gently support her like the conventional hero-saves-the-beauty trope; instead, he strode forward and clamped his hand onto the back of her neck.
The force was overbearing and tough.
Angelina was forced to tilt her head back, meeting Chen Yuan's deep, abyss-like eyes.
Their eyes locked.
The air seemed to freeze in that instant.
There were no unnecessary lines, no sentimental buildup.
Chen Yuan lowered his head and kissed her.
It was an aggressive kiss. It carried not a hint of tenderness, but rather felt like he was asserting his dominance and leaving his mark.
Angelina felt a "boom" explode in her mind, and her whole body went limp instantly. If it weren't for Chen Yuan's arm powerfully supporting her, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.
This was a real kiss.
It carried the spiciness of tobacco, the mellowness of red wine, and that... lethal attraction that only a top-tier predator possesses.
"Cut!"
Spielberg shouted, his voice actually trembling slightly.
He looked at the image on the monitor and was completely stunned.
Perfect.
Simply too perfect.
That tension, that conflict, the hormones overflowing even through the screen—it was more shocking than any kissing scene he had ever filmed in his life.
"This... this is the feeling I wanted!"
Spielberg waved his fists excitedly, completely forgetting his previous dissatisfaction. "That wildness of rebirth amidst destruction! That absolute control of the strong over the weak! Mr. Chen, you are simply a natural-born actor!"
Chen Yuan released Angelina.
The latter's eyes remained unfocused, her cheeks flushed, clearly not yet recovered from the kiss just now.
Chen Yuan reached out and wiped a smudge of lipstick from the corner of her mouth.
"Not bad acting."
He commented indifferently, then turned to look at Spielberg.
"How about it, Director?"
Chen Yuan took a wet wipe from the side and wiped his hands unhurriedly. "Was this scene worth adding?"
"Worth it! Absolutely worth it!"
Spielberg nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice. "Mr. Chen, I have a bold idea! Why don't we change the script again? Replace the male lead with you? Compared to you, I think the current male lead is just a sissy!"
Chen Yuan laughed.
This director was truly a talent at playing whichever way the wind blows.
"No need."
Chen Yuan tossed the wet wipe away and sat back down in his chair. "I am only responsible for the investment and... the occasional cameo. As for the male lead, just find someone who can fight."
"However..."
His gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Angelina, who was still dazed.
"This kissing scene must be kept."
"And it must be made into a trailer for global release."
"I want everyone to know."
Chen Yuan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an irrefutable air of dominance:
"My movies must not only have the biggest spectacles but also... the wildest personal touches."
"Understood! Completely understood!"
Spielberg had now completely become a fanboy of Chen Yuan. Any artistic integrity or directorial dignity was nothing but clouds before such absolute presence (and money).
"Then... Mr. Chen, about the rest of the script..."
He cautiously handed over the script, which had been changed beyond recognition.
"No need to look."
Chen Yuan waved his hand. "Just remember one thing."
"This is a blockbuster."
"I want the audience to see the strongest firepower, the most beautiful women, and... the most invincible protagonist."
"As for the rest, handle it yourself."
"Yes! I guarantee I will complete the mission!"
Watching Spielberg's submissive demeanor, Chen Yuan nodded with satisfaction.
The first step to conquering Hollywood had been taken.
Once this movie was released, combined with the endorsement effect of Jessica, the name of Umbrella Corporation would resonate throughout the world.
By then, whether it was the assassins hiding in the shadows or the politicians with ulterior motives, they would all have to weigh the consequences of offending a super-giant with global influence.
Just then.
A sudden cell phone ringtone broke the silence of the studio.
Victor glanced at the caller ID, his expression instantly becoming somewhat strange.
He walked quickly to Chen Yuan's side and lowered his voice, saying:
"Boss, it's a call from back home."
"The Special Envoy sent by Chen Tianba has arrived in New York."
"He is currently downstairs at the Titan Center, saying that... he carries the family's highest directive and wants to see you."
Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
Highest directive?
Have the people coming to reap the rewards finally arrived?
He stood up, adjusted his collar, and a mocking sneer curled the corner of his mouth.
"Make him wait."
Chen Yuan turned and walked out, his pace composed and firm.
"After I finish filming this scene, I'll go see how many heads this 'Special Envoy' actually has."