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180 Invitation first appeared

Lance's eyes stayed on Ryan for less than half a second, and received the aura of fighting spirit released by Ryan. The lightness in the depths of his eyes flashed slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more interesting. This journey of revenge has only begun to add some fun.

"Lancelot, your appearance tonight has amazed many people. Many people think you are the most eye-catching presence on the red carpet tonight, even surpassing Gwyneth Paltrow. What do you think about this?" The reporter's voice pulled Lance back. These words were obviously provocative, ignoring Lance's outstanding performance tonight, but focusing on his appearance; and also compared Lance to Gwyneth - even if he won the Oscar, he was still considered a vase.

Lance looked over the sound, his left hand was still calmly inserted into his pocket, raised his chin slightly, and asked politely, "Which newspaper reporter are you?" The fatal charm, like a king of the night, slowly spreading under the night sky, making people unable to move their sight at all.

"'San Francisco Chronicle'." Bryan-barlow replied loudly, with a hint of joking.

Lance squinted his lips and outlined a thrilling arc under the dazzling night sky. "Sorry, I thought it was 'fashion', and my heart trembled slightly twice." The joke made all the reporters around him burst into laughter, and Brian couldn't help feeling embarrassed--it obviously did not expect Lance to fight back like this.

Brian's eyes rolled and he continued to ask, "Tonight's 'City of God's Day' has won three small golden men in a row, which is really a huge surprise." The sentence "surprise" contains too many meanings, "It is obviously beyond the expectations of many people. Before tonight, many people didn't even know you. But now, you have become the object of envy and attention for many people. Do you have any special thoughts about this?"

On the surface, this question asked Lance about his feelings about winning the award, but in fact, Brian's deliberate tone was always a hint of ridicule. In fact, he was still a satirizing that Lance was a vase and did not rely on his strength to win the award.

Becoming famous overnight often brings two results: the most attention and the target of public criticism.

Before the Oscar's residual heat could be dissipated, a reporter could not wait to question Lance's strength. However, Lance seemed to have not heard the connotation of the needle hidden in the cotton and chuckled, "First of all, I must thank you for not pronounced my name wrong;" Lance said seriously. Then he closed his chin at Brian, without hiding the ridicule in his eyes, which caused the reporters on the scene to chuck again, "Secondly, I hope tonight is not my peak, otherwise I will never be able to enjoy such treatment again, and I will be lonely."

After saying that, Lance raised his right hand and crossed his index finger and middle finger together. A simple action made the reporters burst into laughter. Brian also made a sound without a smile. Then he waited for the opportunity and planned to ask further questions, but Lance did not give him a chance.

Lance looked at Brian with a focused look and said with a smile, "I think I have to go in now. You know, for the first time attending such a grand event, almost no one knows my name. Just introducing myself will take a lot of time. I can't be late anymore." The thick self-deprecation once again gave Brian a fight back: Everyone knows that, besides Peter Jackson tonight, Lance is the biggest winner. It can be said to be the top priority of tonight's Oscar Night.

Lance turned around and took two steps, but suddenly stopped. He turned around and asked, "Mr. San Francisco Chronicle. May I ask your name?" The reporters were stunned. Almost few artists would take the initiative to ask the reporter's name, at least not in public.

Brian was also stunned. He subconsciously wanted to mock Lance, "Do you want revenge?" But before he could speak, Lance waved his hand casually, stopped his words, and said softly, "Forget it, I can see it in the San Francisco Chronicle from now on." The disdain in the understatement immediately made Brian's face look ugly, but Lance did not give him a chance, turned around and left straight.

The reporters and colleagues around all chuckled, which made Brian's chest block, and the frustration was really hard to vent.

After leaving the interview area, Lance quickly walked into the Sunset Tower Hotel. In fact, he was not completely lying. He did not have any experience at the Oscar Night for the first time and was completely blinded by the situation at the party. Moreover, for more than a month, he has been busy with the post-production of "the day after tomorrow". He has no idea about Chaos Pictures' next production plan, so he has no goal tonight.

Walking through the hotel lobby, you can see the entire back garden full of people, and the atmosphere of joy is filled with wine and wine. At the end of the green swimming pool is another banquet hall, with people coming and going, and flowers are full of flowers. Lance thought he had arrived early enough, but he didn't expect that the party scene had already ushered in the first climax.

Wherever he saw, Tom Hanks was talking and laughing with Meryl Streep. Tom's dancing look made Ralph Fiennes, who was standing not far away, stand in place; Judi Dench and Nicole Kidman, Michelle Pfeiffer, Kim Basinger, Julia Roberts and others sat in the corner of a group of sofas, with comfortable smiles on their faces...

Hugh Grant hid in the corner and faced a tall strange woman. The ambiguous expression on his face became more and more meaningful in the shadows; Matt Damon and Ben Affleck were chatting with Brad Pitt, Jennifer Aniston, George Clooney, Russell Crowe, and beside them, you can see the gang led by Ben Stiller bowing his head to discuss some prank; just a few steps away, a slightly lonely man was drinking whiskey...

This is just a casual glance, and you can see the tip of the iceberg of Hollywood's prosperous era. It feels like any corner is a famous top superstar - or a potential stock that is about to become a superstar, not to mention the producer, magazine editor, studio boss, big-name agent and top public relations interspersed with... The milky lights, trivial laughter, the bitter smell of alcohol and luxurious brand clothing clearly outline the world of fame and fortune.

"Sir?" The waiter holding the champagne stopped two steps away from Reims and showed a polite smile.

Lance looked at the waiter and always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment. He took a glass of champagne from the tray, and then the waiter nodded again and took a step. When he disappeared from sight, Lance suddenly remembered that the waiter just now was clearly Chris Evans. But when he went to the crowd to look for it, he could no longer see it.

"So, what gains?" A strange face walked towards him. The middle-aged man had a simple smile on his face. His hairline after he transformed into the Mediterranean would not look too sloppy. On the contrary, the gentle smile with gold-rimmed glasses made him look like a trustworthy real estate agent. Even real estate agents, those who can appear on Oscar Night are definitely not simple characters.

Lance raised the champagne in his hand and teased, "It's not as high-end as I thought."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and nodded repeatedly, "This is the fact. 'Vanity Fair' always emphasizes that the chef is a three-star Michelin star, but he is particularly stingy in alcohol. Everyone knows that no one will go to enjoy food on Oscar night, alcohol is the key!"

"Maybe this is the reason." Lance said with the flow, which made the middle-aged man stunned. Then he realized the meaning of this sentence and couldn't help but laugh.

"Howard Baldwin." The middle-aged man raised the whiskey in his hand and took the initiative to introduce himself.

"Lancelot-Stralo." Lance also raised the champagne. Although he did not know the man and did not have the impression of this name in his mind, Lance still did not neglect.

Howard smiled and said, "Lancelot, the biggest star tonight. Even if you don't introduce yourself, there are probably not many people who don't know you tonight."

"Very good, that's my goal tonight - omitting the self-introduction part. Now it seems that I've succeeded at least once." Lance's teasing made Howard laugh out loud again.

"My first goal tonight has been achieved," Howard took over the conversation and said, Lance showed a puzzled expression. Howard raised the wine glass in his hand again, "Stand in front of me."

Lance couldn't help but chuckled, "It reminded me of those nights I was in the bar." It was always so popular.

The smile on the corner of Howard's mouth never disappeared, "Very good, as for my second goal, I want to ask you, are you interested in Indiana Jones?"

Indiana Jones, one of the most famous screen images in American film history, comes from "Raiders of the Lottery Ark".

Lance raised his eyebrows in surprise, "So, are you inviting me to take over the heavy responsibility of Harrison Ford?" It has been fourteen years since the end of the "Raptors of Lost Ark" series, but the shouts of restarting the series have never stopped. Lance remembers that in his previous life, "Raptors of Lost Ark 4" was released in 2008.

Howard was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously, "I never thought there would be such a possibility." The reflection and honest expression made people laugh, "However, Spielberg's copyright is not that easy to buy. I am planning to shoot another adventure treasure hunt story. I don't know if you are interested in directing it." Speaking of this, Howard shrugged and chuckled, "Of course, maybe you can also be the starring actor, at least in my opinion, you are much more handsome than Harrison."

Someone actually started to take the initiative to invite Lance as director?

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