Chapter 35

"Isn't this scene great? It's from 'Little Miss Sunshine'!"

Ye Wei almost shouted, his face resolute, his eyes bright and piercing.

Lamo, sitting in the passenger seat of the Hummer, looked at him, while Larou and Bely in the backseat also gazed at him, all somewhat surprised. How could he speak so fast...

Willis, who was holding the car door, didn't bend to sit inside. His nasolabial folds twitched, and his usually calm expression finally changed as he looked at Ye Wei, "And then?"

This "And then?" was like the voice of an angel. Ye Wei's eyes widened, and a surge of joy welled up from his heart. Willis was interested! He was interested in this scene!

He gritted his teeth, trying to swallow back his joy to remain calm, and continued speaking quickly, "Then the old lady, tired of the hassle, finally lets you sign up. But when it's time to perform on stage, your daughter starts dancing the bold dance taught by her grandfather, shocking the entire audience. The old lady is furious and demands that you take your daughter off the stage immediately. Forced by the situation, you have to walk onto the stage. You look at your daughter, who is still happily dancing, unaware of what's happening, and the audience and your family watching you. Then you..."

"Really?" Willis seemed genuinely interested, his tone completely different from the polite response earlier, tinged with curiosity, "And then what?"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have disturbed you for so long, Mr. Willis. You can read the full story in the script."

Ye Wei didn't continue, his heart pounding with tension. But he had to do this. If Willis got all the answers at once, even if he was interested now, he might forget about the script after a few busy days.

But with suspense, it's different. Suspense is the most important element of a story. All movies are suspense movies!

Even if Willis got angry, he had to do this.

"Kid..." Willis seemed to laugh helplessly. No one likes being left hanging, all wanting to know the answer, "Tell me, I'll read the script."

"Tell us already!" Bely was impatient, almost stepping out of the car. Larou was also curious, "Tell us." And Lamo, yawning, "Come on, still playing with suspense..."

The situation changed, and Ye Wei immediately adjusted his strategy, saying, "Then, Mr. Willis, you also start dancing, dancing with your daughter! You look at the old lady, at the audience, and start dancing! Then, your whole family rushes onto the stage, each one breaking free from the shackles of convention, ignoring the gazes of others, and dancing together, dancing! Then..."

His words stopped abruptly again, leaving a new suspense.

"Then?" The girls couldn't help but ask again. Willis was really a bit annoyed now, walking around the car, "Give me the script, you won't let it go without a cliffhanger."

Being a seasoned veteran, Willis clearly understood Ye Wei's persuasion strategy. Ye Wei hadn't expected him not to know, but the situation had already risen from the depths to the heights! The goal of "making a big shot interested in the script" had been achieved.

He didn't have time to savor the victory, quickly opening his briefcase. The harmonica performance plan was naturally abandoned, and he took out the beautifully packaged script with a cigar, but didn't immediately hand it to Willis. He thought of a new way to show sincerity, saying, "Mr. Willis, can I ask which of your works you like the most?"

Willis's nasolabial folds twitched, "I've never really thought about it, I like many of them."

Lamo frowned even more. Was he still unsatisfied with this result? What was he up to now?

"Me too," Ye Wei smiled. He had a talent; he wasn't exaggerating when he told Lily he had seen thousands of movies. He knew even more. And because he had just checked IMDb last night, he quickly and fluently said, "I like your 'Deadpool,' 'The Verdict,' 'Moonlighting,' 'Blind Date,' 'Sunset,' 'Die Hard,' 'Sunset,' 'The Sixth Sense,' 'The Whole Nine Yards,' 'Hart's War,' 'Tears of the Sun,' 'Charlie's Angels 2'... I like them all, every single one!"

Hearing him rattle off a string of movie and TV show titles, the four Willis family members were stunned.

Willis was slightly moved. The kid was reciting the titles in chronological order, making it feel like a journey back in time. In 'Deadpool' and 'The Verdict,' he was just an extra, then the lead in 'Moonlighting,' and 'Die Hard' made him a screen star...

One after another, like a film reel passing before his eyes, the difficult, the joyful, the successful, the failed...

"The Sixth Sense, The Whole Nine Yards... Hart's War, Tears of the Sun, Charlie's Angels 2! I like them all, every single one!"

Ye Wei finished in one breath, then took a long, deep breath, his face slightly flushed. Thanks to football, his lung capacity was pretty good.

"Wow... Wow, those are all the ones Dad acted in?" Larou was at a loss for words, truly amazed. The speaker and the content were both crazy.

"Who knows..." Lamo was a bit embarrassed. What kind of person had she brought? A top fan, no fan could do this... His eloquence was really impressive...

Bely had long since stopped listening, looking puzzled, "What is he saying?"

"Ha ha ha!" Willis suddenly laughed, squinting, laughing heartily, "Kid, you're good, you're really good! How long did you memorize this? Ha ha!"

"No, sir, it's true," Ye Wei said with a serious smile. This was sincerity! It was flattery, it was brown-nosing, but it was also sincerity!

He continued earnestly, "There's one more thing I want to thank you for. When I was a child, I had a severe stutter. My mother was a bachelor's degree holder in East Asian languages, so I learned English and Chinese from a young age, and some Korean and Japanese, which made my speech very awkward, gradually turning into a stutter. But later, I was moved and encouraged by your story, and I decided to overcome it. I did, and I even developed my current speaking speed."

"Is that so?" Willis's smile became even more warm.

Those familiar with the screen star knew that he had suffered from a severe stutter as a child. Later, during his teenage years, he discovered that he could speak fluently when acting, which led him to become an actor and cure his stutter, though he still had a slight symptom when excited.

"Yes, that feeling of wanting to say something but having it stuck in your throat, I know it well."

Ye Wei nodded, part of it was true, part was false. He did have a period of unclear speech when he was two or three, mainly due to mixing English, Chinese, and alien languages, but it naturally improved later, and it wasn't due to Willis. But he didn't say that, who would know?

"Interesting." Willis smiled, seemingly not interested in distinguishing the truth, "I will definitely read your script."

"Thank you, sir! Thank you!" Ye Wei couldn't help but get excited, daring to embrace the joy. He had succeeded, really succeeded! Getting a big shot's promise to read the script was the best outcome of this persuasion. He could now confidently hand over the script! Everyone, success!!

At this moment, a waiter from the restaurant approached, asking if Willis needed help, thinking a crazy fan was纠缠着偶像.

Willis said it was fine, and the waiter retreated. He took the script and business card from Ye Wei and laughed again, "A cigar, that's thoughtful." He pulled the cigar from the script cover, sniffed it, and smiled, "This is a Cuban cigar, well-preserved."

"This was left by my grandfather before he passed away. He was a World War II Allied soldier who fought in many battles and later immigrated to the U.S. to avoid the civil war. He loved cigars and appreciated those who could appreciate them. If he knew this cigar was being smoked by the son of a soldier and a movie star while reading a script, he would be overjoyed."

Ye Wei smiled, this was a prepared statement to build a connection. Willis's father was a soldier, and his mother was German. His father was stationed in West Germany when he fell in love and married, and Willis was born and raised in a U.S. military base in West Germany, moving to the U.S. at the age of two.

Being the son of a soldier, there was always a special bond.

"Wow." Indeed, Willis even exclaimed.

At this moment, Larou suddenly asked, "I remember during World War II, we fought Japan in Asia, and China and Japan are two different countries, right?"

Ye Wei was instantly frustrated. China and Japan are of course two different countries, and he had already mentioned the Allies. Had she not studied history or geography? Though feeling offended, he kept a gentle expression, "Yes, at that time, China was part of the Allies, and Japan was part of the Axis."

Willis didn't mind his daughter's ignorance, putting the cigar back and smiling, "Young man, I haven't seen someone so thoughtful in handing over a script in a long time. Just for your effort, I will read this script. We should go now, before the paparazzi find us."

"Maybe they're looking for some fight news, ha ha." Ye Wei shrugged and smiled, about to say goodbye.

"What?" Willis was immediately surprised, "Did you do this? Create the fake news about Matt Damon and Ben Affleck fighting?"

He had received the message! Ye Wei was stunned, oh no, he had let it slip. He didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse. If his image became that of a liar, it would ruin everything...

But now, he had to admit, "Mr. Willis, you know? Before you arrived, I didn't want the paparazzi to bother you, so I tricked them away..."

"Ha ha! Very good, this is very good!"

Willis almost clapped in approval. The girls asked what was going on, and he explained with high spirits. Earlier, he had received a message from his assistant saying that there was news from the Ivy restaurant that Damon and Affleck had fought, but the source and authenticity were uncertain, apparently spread by a young paparazzo. So the Ivy restaurant was acting strangely today, and they needed to be cautious.

"Turns out it was you, kid. Interesting, ha ha!" Willis suddenly patted the Hummer's roof, "Get in! We're going to Beverly Hills, I'll give you a ten-minute ride, then you get out. Coming?"

"Of course, of course!" Ye Wei was overjoyed. Willis was giving him more opportunities! This unexpected joy almost overwhelmed him. Ten more minutes meant he could do a lot more!

He was afraid Willis would change his mind, so he quickly moved to the backseat. He knew this Hummer H2 had only two comfortable leather bucket seats in the front and back, but there was a folding seat in the middle of the back, which was where he should sit.

"Dad, really?" Through the rearview mirror, Lamo saw Ye Wei halfway in the car, feeling helpless. How did things turn out like this...

"I'm fine." Larou moved her feet a bit and helped pull out the folding seat.

Ye Wei bent down and smoothly got into the car, sitting on the folding seat, fastening his seatbelt, and smiling at everyone, "Thank you, thank you."

"Hi, funny guy." Bely greeted from the left.

"Everyone's buckled up." Willis laughed, sitting in the driver's seat, putting the script in the glove compartment, fastening his seatbelt, closing the door, and starting the car—

At the same time, Ye Wei's smile was radiant, his heart extremely excited. Things were suddenly taking a good turn, and his preparations had paid off. It was great.

But a voice of caution still echoed in his mind: Stay calm, stay calm! The more excited you are, the more careful you need to be. Don't get carried away, don't say anything wrong, don't let these ten minutes become Napoleon's Waterloo! Make the most of it, change Willis's impression of you, and become a young man who understands movies, not a crazy fan.

Then, you can be happy!

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