Global Best Actor: Starting with Picking Up Attributes in America

Chapter 90 You almost gave me a heart attack!



Chapter 90 You almost gave me a heart attack!

Chen Xun pushed a document forward, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone present:

"Thank you! Before discussing what I can bring to Green Lantern, I'd like to share a bolder direction based on my understanding of the market and some genre conventions!"

He didn't directly say "change," but used the euphemistic term "direction."

Greg and Martin exchanged a glance.

Normally, they would have left immediately and wouldn't have listened to a Chinese actor speaking.

But they are currently at a very awkward juncture.

The filming schedule is extremely tight!

The role is still undecided!

The script has involved many parties, but there's still only a draft!

If no change occurs, they can already foresee the kind of infamy they will face after the film is completed and released!

Robert nervously patted his head under the table, thinking Chen Xun had only come to offer suggestions for revisions.

Chen Xun directly revealed the core idea:

"I think we might consider not doing the Hal Jordan story."

There was a moment of silence in the conference room.

Rob felt his heart skip a beat!

At that moment, he even thought about the miserable life he would lead after being blacklisted by the industry!

"Not Hal Jordan?"

Greg frowned slightly.

Martin's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes!"

Chen Xun's tone remained unchanged:

"We can create a brand new Green Lantern, a Chinese-American programmer named Chen Xun from San Francisco's Chinatown!"

Upon hearing this, Rob almost reached out to cover his mouth.

Without pausing, Chen Xun quickly sketched out the framework of his concept for "Green Lantern: Rise of the Azure Dragon".

The script I edited on the computer yesterday has finally been released.

Chen Xun spoke at a steady pace, but every idea he came up with exploded like a bomb in the conference room.

At first, Greg and Martin looked shocked and skeptical.

But as he elaborated on this new framework, full of grassroots spirit, cultural clashes, and philosophical reflections, their gazes slowly changed.

[Speech pace +3]

A blue attribute ball fell from Chen Xun's body!

absorb!

[Rhythm attribute upgraded! Current level: Lv3 (1/600)]

Chen Xun felt as if he had jumped out of his body, and his mind reviewed his speech from a God's-eye view.

A sudden realization dawned on me.

His delivery instantly became more sophisticated, with perfect pauses and emphasis, greatly enhancing his persuasiveness.

He saw that the favorability ratings above the heads of the people present started to jump, generally increasing by 10 to 15 points.

"So I think..."

Chen Xun made a finishing gesture!

His gaze remained steady as he looked at Greg and Martin:

"The appeal of Green Lantern isn't just about the ring and special effects; it's also about how an ordinary person uses the wisdom and resilience from their own cultural background to understand and harness this cosmic force, to confront and even overturn some established norms!"

"This might be what truly sets us apart from the rest of the superhero community!"

The meeting room was silent for a few seconds.

Rob felt his palms were sweaty and he held his breath.

Director Martin was the first to laugh. He shook his head as if he had seen something incredible, and then began to applaud.

Greg Silverman paused for a second, then slowly clapped his hands, his expression shifting from initial shock to the gleam of a businessman seeing immense potential.

"Fuck me!"

Rob heard the casting director, Sarah, whisper in amazement beside him.

Greg leaned forward, staring intently at Chen Xun, his previous aloofness completely gone.

"Mr. Chen, this goes beyond mere suggestion; it's a completely new worldview! It's incredibly bold!"

He paused, struggling to organize his thoughts:

How do you ensure that this cultural integration won't feel out of place?

Director Martin also joined in with follow-up questions:

"Where is the balance between comedy and seriousness in that training session with the programmer and the female instructor?"

The following time turned into an intense brainstorming session.

Combining the system's understanding of various performance attributes with the countless films and internet memes he had seen in his previous life, Chen Xun dissected their questions one by one.

He emphasized that comedy should stem from the characters' own predicaments and clashes rather than forced humor, and even improvised different tones to portray the protagonist's state changes at several key moments.

Chen Xun's thinking was clear and his reactions were quick.

It showcases not only acting skills, but also a deep understanding of the core of the story, market positioning, and the use of cultural symbols.

The young screenwriter's favorability rating had soared to 75, and he looked at Chen Xun as if he were a god.

At the end of the meeting, Greg Silverman extended his hand to Chen Xun, and the handshake was firm and sincere:

"Chen, this was truly a brainstorming session! I need time to process it, but there's no doubt you've presented us with an unprecedented and incredibly impactful possibility!"

He didn't agree directly, but his attitude had completely changed.

Director Martin patted Chen Xun on the shoulder forcefully, his eyes filled with admiration and excitement:

"Young man, what kind of universe is in your head? Keep up this creativity! We'll discuss it internally as soon as possible!"

I walked out of the Warner Building.

Rob remained silent for a long time, until he got into the car, at which point he let out a sudden breath and slammed his fist on the steering wheel:

"Holy fucking shit! Chen! Did you know you just dropped an atomic bomb in there?"

"A completely new script! A Chinese-American lead actor! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"I thought you were just going to do some repairs, but you demolished the house to build a skyscraper!"

He was so excited that he became incoherent:

"Did you see Greg's expression? He went from 'Who is this kid?' to 'Is this guy a genius or a lunatic?'"

"And director Martin! He hasn't been this excited in ages! Fuck! This is serious!"

[Rob's favorability +10, current favorability 80]

As Chen Xun felt the newly upgraded rhythm and aura attributes within his body, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

A golden attribute ball sprang from the overly excited Rob, wobbling as it drifted toward Chen Xun:

Trust and Loyalty +10

Hey!

These attribute balls produced by Rob are of such high quality!

Chen Xun quickly absorbed this unexpected joy!

He felt that his partnership with Rob had become closer and more solid.

Chen Xun leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh, feeling his highly concentrated mind relax a little.

"Now we'll see if Warner has the guts!"

Chen Xun looked at the traffic outside the window.

"Courage? They'd be fools if they didn't have courage!"

Rob is still in a state of high excitement:

"This idea is mind-blowing! Although it's risky, once you become... Bro, you're no longer an actor, you're a creator!"

The car stopped in front of the villa.

Chen Xun said goodbye to Robert, who was still in a state of excitement, and turned to go into his house.

As soon as he opened the living room door, he sensed that the atmosphere was a little different.

Christine was curled up on the sofa scrolling through her iPad when she heard the noise. She looked up with a slightly amused smile on her face.

On the single sofa next to her sat not only her best friend Dakota, but also a girl with a clearly excited and nervous expression on her face.

Dakota's sister, Elle Fanning.

Ellie looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Typical American teenage attire: T-shirt and jeans.

Her eyes shone brightly, and as soon as she saw Chen Xun come in, she jumped up from the sofa in a flash.

She covered her mouth with both hands, as if afraid she would scream, and her cheeks instantly turned bright red.


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