..php?672043&43193900 The orange-red sun on the edge of the sky climbed up little by little, and the light tore the night to pieces. The sky from dark to dark blue to pink blue, the whole world gradually became brighter, as if you could clearly see the moment when everything awakened, with a magnificent momentum and a lot of emotion.

Lance looked quietly at dawn to dawn, and an idea came to his mind: the scene Emma described last time was so incredible, but the reality was far more magnificent. Thinking of Emma's scene of bathing in the rising sun, then spreading her arms vibrantly to embrace the sunshine... Lance let out a sigh of relief, as if he was breathing the turbid air in his chest and breathing deeply, the cold dew hit the lungs, and his irritable thoughts finally disappeared without a trace.

In a daze, Lance fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Lance realized that he was actually sitting on the ground and leaning against the sofa. The hot sun had risen above his head, his feet were hot and hot, and there were all kinds of hotel notes scattered in front of him. He probably didn't even recognize the messy graffiti. The harsh cell phone ringtone of "Lingling" was still ringing tirelessly, and then he realized that it was this annoying call that woke him up.

After searching around, my sleepy eyes were still a little edema. I couldn't find where the phone was. I could only stand up and follow the track of the sound. Finally, I found the target in my pants pocket next to the sofa. At this time, the phone had already turned into the voicemail. I opened the phone and listened to the message. Then Lance called back. After only two sounds, the other party picked it up. Lance rubbed his eyes, "You'd better have something urgent. There is no right reason to disturb my sleep. I'll throw you into the Pacific Ocean to feed the sharks."

There was a gritting voice from the other end of the phone, "Lancelot, I sacrificed so much for you. You didn't even take a look at it in person, and just found a music video director to complete the filming. Are you serious?" Tom Cruise's complaints came over.

"Then don't take a photo." Lance threw a sentence over and Tom choked, "Is there anything else? I'm going to go back and make up for my sleep."

"Wait, wait." Tom saw that Lance was about to hang up the phone, and his attitude softened immediately. "I don't allow it to be a joke. It seems that I'm really tired recently. I won't be all night last night, right? If so, otherwise, would you come out for brunch later, or would you have to wait until afternoon tea time?"

"I'll call you after I get up." Lance hung up the phone, curled up on the sofa, and fell asleep again.

Tom sighed speechlessly as he looked at the hung-up phone. Wade Russell stood beside him with eyes and looked at Tom with anticipation. Tom angrily stuffed his phone into Wade's arms. "Lance was all night last night, and he needs a break."

"Then...what should do that project?" Wade couldn't help but leaned closer to the middle, "The news is spreading more and more widely. If you are not sure about it, no one knows what will happen."

Tom patted Wade on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Let's talk about it after you finish the viral video." So Tom left Wade in place, walked deep into the studio, and clapped his hands, "Everyone is busy, let's take some interesting things!"

Wade let out a long sigh. The world was changing too fast and he could no longer catch up. When did Lance become the upper class who held the decision-making power?

When I was busy working, time always passed quickly. Viral videos were very simple, and it seemed like a short film of thirty seconds or forty seconds, but it was absolutely not easy to shoot. It took nearly four hours to complete three versions, and then finally decided. When Tom arrived in West Hollywood, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

From afar, Tom could see Lance sitting under the parasol, wearing a pair of sunglasses, and looking through something with his cell phone in his hand. Tom walked over quickly, pulled open the chair opposite Lance, and said with a smile, "I thought you were going to sleep until the evening at least, but I didn't expect to wake up so early."

"At least, we have to keep busy before the summer season is over." Lance answered casually, raised his head and looked at Tom, "Why did Cole say that Wade has been trying to find him? He held a meeting this morning, and Wade called him six times, and he also called yesterday."

"Why didn't Cole answer the phone?" Tom called the waiter, ordered a bottle of beer, then placed the menu next to it, and asked curiously that Wade was very nervous because Cole could not contact him.

Lance thought seriously, "It must be on the plane. He came back from New York yesterday." Cole made a special trip to New York for business trip, attended two private parties, communicated with many professional film critics in New York, and watched several Broadway shows. "I don't know much about the specific situation. I haven't communicated with him for several days. What's wrong?"

Lance was reading Cole's text message just now. After hanging up Tom's phone, he turned off his phone, so he did not receive a call from Cole. Cole should have contacted Wade at this time, but he has not given Lance the situation for the time being.

"The day before yesterday, Wade received an internal news, have you started preparing for a new work?" Tom did not hide it. Since Lance mentioned it, he also went straight to the point.

Lance did not respond positively, but just shrugged casually, "The rumors in the circle are always quiet."

"I said the same thing. The post-production of the 'Raging Road' has not been completed. I think you will definitely want to take a break and adjust for a while, at least after the summer season is over before deciding on the situation. But as an agent, you know, you are always worried that I will miss the opportunity and affect their income." Tom said, observing Lance's expression, trying to find clues. "Now, there are not many actors in Hollywood who don't want to star in the works directed by Lancelot."

Lance's eyes were blocking behind the sunglasses. Tom really couldn't see clearly, but the faint smile on the corner of his mouth was particularly clear. "I know I'm excellent, there's no need to repeat it."

These confident words made Tom nodded with a smile, "I thought James Cameron was the most arrogant director I've ever met."

Lance shrugged indifferently, "If you want to be an excellent director, you cannot question yourself; if you question yourself, you will find it difficult to become an excellent director."

"I can't refute it. After all, I'm not a director." After teasing, Tom adjusted his sitting position, leaned forward slightly, looked at Lance intently, and lowered his voice slightly, "So, is this news about "Iron Man" false news?"

Lance raised his eyes gently, first Robert Downey Jr., and now Tom Cruise, what is Marvel Studios planning? Lance has not started writing scripts so far, and only made a phone call with Marvel Studios. News has begun to circulate in the Hollywood circle. Does Marvel Studios want to use his signature to start recruiting soldiers in advance? Or do they want to shock other competitors - the six major film companies, showing Marvel Studios' determination to set up a private account to invest in filming this time?

"Tom, say half of the words in hiding, this is not your style." Lance still did not answer positively.

Tom laughed silently and raised his hands to express his surrender. "To be honest, I have always been interested in the work "Iron Man". I think Tony Stark is a very interesting character. When I was a child, I fantasized how good it would be if I was Iron Man. So, if the opportunity arises, I really hope to take over this project and bring this superhero to the big screen."

Unexpectedly, but reasonable, "Do you like Iron Man? Is it because Tony Stark is so handsome or because Iron Man is rich enough to rival a country?" Lance looked at Tom playfully, this was definitely a new discovery.

"Because I have a superhero dream, just like every American boy. Iron Man is my superhero." Tom admitted his dream frankly. Although Lance didn't know how authentic this "dream" was, Tom's excited eyes showed that he did have an unparalleled enthusiasm for the project "Iron Man".

"I thought you would like it even more..." Lance thought seriously, "Captain America, or Superman."

Tom didn't agree, but just looked at Lance with a smile, waiting for Lance's reply. Lance knew that he could no longer avoid it anymore, so he cleared his throat, "If I am willing to take over this project..." Tom's eyebrows immediately flew up, and a bright smile clearly conveyed his inner joy, but Lance shook his head, "Tom, I haven't decided yet, I just said, if I nod, what are your plans?"

"..." Tom shrugged with a smile, as if everything was taken for granted, "I am completely obedient to your scheduling. To be honest, I hope to be able to join as a producer and create this work personally. Of course, the most important part is still you. If you want me to just be an actor, I have no problem at all." Then, Tom added, "If necessary, my production company can also participate in investment to ensure project funds are guaranteed."

To Tom, Lance is not just a friend or director. Tom completely believes in Lance's ability and is willing to put all his bets on Lance. But, on the other hand, is Lance willing?
Chapter completed!