Ryan finally got into the game! Lance held his phone in his hand, recalled the development of the matter carefully, and confirmed that he had not missed it, and then he felt relieved. ◎

Of course, the word "Eight" has only been drawn. Not to mention that the filming has started, even the contract between Diorama and Warner Bros. has not been signed, and it has not reached the stage of success. Lance will not relax easily. Next, Lance's reaction is crucial. How to prevent them from continuing to promote cooperation suspiciously, and how to express their anger just right so that they can further believe in the success of "Troy", he must plan and plan well.

This drama has just made its debut, so he naturally has to cooperate to sing it to the end. He is more looking forward to Ryan's reaction after the release of "Troy". The drama is the most exciting to see the ending.

After taking a deep breath, I put this aside for the time being. I haven't gotten the "day-to-day" project on hand yet, and he still has a lot of work to do. Then, I started the engine again and drove the car in the direction of the down/city.

Lance successfully found a parking space in the underground parking lot of the mall, and then walked back along the street. He saw the French restaurant called "Bear Claw" across the street. He surrounded him and found his second target today, Jeffrey Nachmanov, the screenwriter of "the day after tomorrow" by the window.

However, Lance did not enter the restaurant directly, but came across the street and found a window in a Guangdong tea restaurant "Boss Wang" on the second floor, so that he could see the movement at the door of "Bear Claw" and vaguely peeking at half of Jeffrey's table. It was really good as an observation point.

"What do you need?" The English language with a strong accent came over, which made Lance retract his gaze, looked up, and then saw the familiar Asian face, a young-faced boy who looked only in his early twenties, and his whole body was full of childishness.

Although he has experienced the previous life and came to this life again, the memories of Li Jin in his soul have become very blurred, but he has never forgotten it. In his bones, he has always been a Chinese. The rusty and detachment that is free from this era always invades the midnight dream of returning, and even now, it is still the case.

"Are you Chinese?" Although Lance's words were asked, he came to a decisive conclusion.

This question made the boy suddenly raise his head, his brows frowned slightly, and he said with a smile, "Where did you see it? Is it because I work in a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant and then an Asian face?" Lance's question was very interesting, because in this case, most Americans' first reaction was "Are you Japanese?"

When encountering such rhetorical questions, Lance would not answer, but at this time he was surrounded by a bunch of Chinese, the rich atmosphere of the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant made Lance feel slightly relaxed. He chuckled and said, "Don't treat it as an attack--your accent."

The young man held the notebook in his hand with a speechless expression, but the smile on his lips could not help but outline it bit by bit. After hesitation and confusion, he suppressed his thoughts and muttered in a low voice, "It's like this every time." He said in Chinese. Then he smiled at Lance, "So, what do you need?"

Lance looked at the young man and felt a little lighter, and couldn't help but speak, "Are you studying here? Or are your parents immigrating?"

The young man gently bit his lower lip, obviously very dissatisfied with Lance's question. He had a bright smile on his face, but he said in Chinese, "It's all your business." Then he said in English, "Sir, this is my personal **." In the United States, when encountering such a saying, strangers will basically shut up - strictly speaking, there are no such "trivial chats" between strangers.

Lance pursed his lips in a narrow voice, "ucla?usc?" still unwilling to give up.

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

"No problem." Lance raised his hands, "I'll call you after I'll make a decision."

This simple sentence made the young man stand in a daze, like an icicle, motionless. Because Lance spoke Chinese, authentic Chinese, and the intimate accent of the Jiangnan water town was simply standard, just like... it was like living in China for two or three decades. The young man stood in a daze for two seconds, then ran away, almost disappearing behind the counter at the speed of light.

Lance's mouth gently outlined toward his ears.

In the story system of "acquired" in the previous life, Japan was the first country to be threatened by disasters. The main character lineup of the movie also included a Japanese, which is also related to the historical origins of the entire Hollywood. There is no need to mention the intimacy between the United States and Japan, and now the survival index of Asian actors in Hollywood is also strongly led by Japanese actors. What's more, Japan is currently the largest music market and film market in the entire Asian region. Such a setting is understandable.

But if Lance got the "day acquired" project, perhaps focusing on China, this seems to be a good idea. No one can underestimate the potential of the Chinese film market. In 2014, it became the second largest market in the world after North America - although this will happen ten years later.

"May I ask, is there anything I can help you?" This time the person who came out was not the young man just now, but a slightly restrained middle-aged woman. She was still wearing an apron and nervously grabbed the hem of her clothes. The sentence was stumbled in English, but the meaning was still very clear.

Lance showed a gentle smile at the mother and switched to Chinese mode, "Thank you, please give me a pineapple oil, a portion of gourmet pork, a portion of three cups of chicken, and then another portion of today's soup."

The smile on the kind mother's face was obviously much relaxed, and she smiled enthusiastically, "Okay, okay." Then she wiped her hands with her apron, looked back at the back, looking at the look of wanting to speak but stopping.

Lance put the menu together and placed it next to him, "Auntie, don't worry, I know he has no malice, nor do I have no malice. It's just that I have lived in China for a long time... for a long time, it's like my hometown. So, I just made a little joke."

"He didn't do it on purpose, he was just a child, and he had no patience. He asked him to help at home during the summer vacation. His other classmates went on the beach for vacation, so he got a little angry..." The nagging words brought the taste of his mother, which made Lance raise his head slightly and listen quietly. He missed homesickness. "Look at me, I'm disturbing you here, you must be hungry. Do you miss Chinese cuisine? Don't worry, aunt cooks you a home-cooked meal, which is the pure taste of hometown." She said enthusiastically, and her words brought the unique hospitality and kindness of Chinese people, which is the taste of mothers.

Lance avoided his gaze in a mess, and looked at the people coming and going outside the window, with a lot of thoughts, and it was impossible to tell clearly for a while. Suddenly, the ringtone of the cell phone rang. Lance didn't intend to answer, but glanced at the screen of the phone, and the number displayed on it made Lance pause, and finally picked it up, "Well, Theo."

The call was Theo.

Theo's stiff and cold voice came from the receiver. "Is it busy?" After receiving Lance's negative answer, he spoke again, "Will the left hand joint still hurt recently? It took four days of heavy rain last week in Los Angeles. I heard that there was a medicinal wine made of Asian herbs that worked very well for such old injuries. I asked Percy to take it yesterday and put it in your room. You remember to use it."

Lance unconsciously touched his left elbow joint. The injury was left on the afternoon of twelve years old. Now he has healed. If Theo didn't say it, he would almost forget it. After Theo brought them from the icy Wisconsin to the warm California as spring, his old injuries rarely recurred, but occasionally they would have a faint pain in the cold winter, reminding him of the almost forgotten years.

Theo's voice was steady and rigid, without even a trace of warmth, but his words were much more than usual, and he was even a little nagging. This made Lance's irritable mood slowly settle down and listen quietly. "Lance?" He didn't hear Lance's response for a long time. Theo's tail sound rose slightly, not sure if there was a problem with the signal.

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

"Where is the medicinal wine? Ask Percy, don't forget." Thinking that Theo actually believed in this oriental herb, Lance couldn't help laughing, but he still nodded obediently, "I know." Theo did not delay any longer, and after finishing the matter, he hung up the phone.

Lance put his phone back on the table. At this time, the table was filled with plates. In addition to the dishes he ordered, there were actually several plates of home-cooked side dishes, stir-fried water spinach with garlic, tofu with tofu with crust eggs, and stir-fried pork slices of mushrooms... Looking up, Lance saw the middle-aged woman's bright smile and an expectant expression, as if her mother was paying attention to her child.
Chapter completed!