Kevin arrived and was immediately dragged to the dinner table. After introducing the company's employees, Zhao An threw the matter to him.
"From now on, you will be responsible for managing Marvel Studios for me. Film production will be handed over to you. Remember my words and do your best to develop it." Zhao An patted him on the shoulder.
"Understood, Boss." Kevin nodded solemnly, now convinced. Especially after seeing what had happened in the past few days, Xitu Games, which had opposed Zhao An, was finished. Its R&D progress had been destroyed, its funding chain had been cut off, and the remaining funds were not enough to restart the project. Bankruptcy was a matter of two days.
Either he would not take action, or if he did, he would kill the opponent. Such a style of action could only be described in two words: cruel!
Faced with such a boss, Kevin dared not have any other thoughts and could only focus on doing his job well. Besides, the pay was good, the work was free, and there was no oversight—all these were rare working conditions for him, and being able to express himself freely was a blessing.
While others might not know Kevin's talent, Zhao An was well aware of it. As long as he kept the overall direction in mind and had a capable professional agent working for him, there was nothing wrong with it.
Zhao An had already begun filming the first Iron Man movie. The other subsequent special effects could be synthesized; all he needed to do was find the right actors and rehearse.
The Iron Man movie was a crucial step in Marvel's resurgence. Not only did it have incredible box office success, but it also boosted the actors' fame. Rather than leaving this kind of good fortune to others, Zhao An would rather enjoy it himself. Besides, Zhao An now felt a bit like a carefree rich second-generation kid. The first thing he did every day was spend money, and spend it constantly.
When Gwyneth, who played Pepper Potts, arrived, he was dragged off to film right after dinner.
Watching the exquisitely crafted special effects scene, Iron Man soared through the sky to the accompaniment of classic music, traversing the night city, the feeling of soaring freedom was amplified infinitely by the music, even Gwyneth felt a sense of astonishment.
"Master, this movie will definitely be a hit!" Gwyneth declared with absolute certainty. Winning an Oscar for Best Actress in itself demonstrates considerable skill and vision.
"Of course. So, isn't it just me taking care of you by letting you play the female lead?" Zhao An laughed, his large hand rubbing the actress's hips. No matter Gwyneth's previous status, she had become his bitch since yesterday. The noble Oscar winner was nothing more than his sperm basin.
"Thank you, Master. Which scene are we going to shoot now?" Gwyneth asked with a smile, oblivious to the man's large hands kneading her private parts. To her, whatever Zhao An did was right.
"Let's shoot the tender acting scenes first," Zhao An said with a smile. With a snap of his fingers, the drone entered camera mode.
Gwyneth's performance was remarkably consistent, worthy of her Oscar-winning status. She handles romantic scenes with ease, not to mention the fact that the actress is her husband.
In Hollywood, there's an unspoken rule: the only films that win the Best Actress Oscar are art films. In other words, these are films that don't make money, but are made solely to express a certain thought or perspective, to convey a certain message or positive energy. These films have a high chance of winning numerous awards, and art films and commercial films cannot be conflated.
Simply put, if art films don't make money, their budgets won't be large, and neither the actors nor the director will receive much salary. This is a low-cost attempt to win Hollywood awards, a gamble, a gamble.
Commercial films, on the other hand, may be box office hits, but they're somewhat unrefined, at least according to the judges.
Commercial films generally have higher profit margins than art films, and the two types of films have always been in opposition. If you want awards, you don't make money; if you want money, you don't win awards. It's simply not a one-and-done approach.
Her golden hair symbolized the beauty's passion. Her fair skin was well-maintained, soft and fine, its whiteness accentuating her already beautiful features. Her waist was slender, her belly smooth and flat, devoid of any fat. Her long, slender legs, clad in a layer of silk stockings as thin as a cicada's wing, cinched her legs and showcased her perfectly graceful curves. She wore strappy high heels, a single strap wrapped around her ankle, exposing a large expanse of her snow-white instep, showcasing the allure of her beautiful legs to the fullest!
"Gwen, you're such a sexy woman!" Zhao An acted out his words as he embraced her, his breathing quickening.
Gwyneth, well aware of the man's thoughts, reached down, grasped the now-swollen cock, and stroked it twice. "Husband, fuck me!"
Pah! Zhao An's large hand slapped Gwyneth's skirted hips, pulling them upward. He was surprised to find she wasn't wearing any underwear, only a pair of flesh-colored stockings laced up her thighs and waist. "You're so slutty!"
"I'm just doing it for the boss's convenience... well... Master... I'm getting wet just by looking at you!" Gwyneth bit her red lips with her pearly teeth, leaning over the railing. She turned back and gave Zhao An a coquettish look, the look of a slut begging to be fucked.
Seeing this, Zhao An couldn't hold back. He rushed forward, grasping Gwyneth's hips and breasts, aiming his cock at the wet entrance and thrusting hard.
Puff! His cock went in, pushing through layers of tender flesh and reaching the most sensitive and mysterious heart of a woman. Both men breathed a sigh of relief. Without further ado, one thrust his thick cock into the woman's cunt, while the other twisted his slender waist, her hips arching to meet the thrusts. Their coordination was seamless.
Zhao Fei had originally wanted to check with Zhao An, but when she saw the two starting to move on the rooftop, she let out a knowing smile.
As she turned to go downstairs, she ran into Kevin, the president of Marvel Studios. She stopped him and said, "The boss is upstairs acting with someone. I'll let you know later."
Kevin's face looked odd. Acting wasn't something to be ashamed of. Perhaps he was lecturing the actress on how to "act"?
"Okay, I'll come back later."