Liu Qiangxi looked at Old Wang with envy, thinking he was so awesome, his confidence was truly admirable.
It was good that he had latched onto Old Wang. He could say whatever he wanted to people from the four major families of the world.
Especially the mocking glance he gave, it was simply superb.
He wondered if he would ever reach that day, when he could also scold Tencent's Ma to vent his frustration.
Old Wang didn't know that his confident demeanor had gained him a follower.
He then continued, "Jon,
Mr. Jon Favreau, the DuPont family just called. They've invited you to shoot a blockbuster film,"
His butler, Jonah Allen, told him.
Upon hearing it was from the DuPont family, Jon Favreau had no objections, saying, "When did they say filming would start? It definitely can't be this year, Iron Man 4 is still in production."
"This... they said you need to report to China within three days." Jonah Allen found it difficult to speak.
This request was indeed a bit excessive.
"China?" Jon Favreau frowned upon hearing this.
"What's the point of going to China to shoot a film?
Besides romantic dramas, what other masterpieces can they produce?
There are no Chinese films in the top thirty global box office charts."
"Yes, sir. The filming location is in China, and it's being produced by a Chinese company. The DuPont family has shares in this film company," Jonah Allen replied truthfully.
"I'm not going. Isn't this just to annoy me? Go and reject the DuPont family. Tell them I'm busy with Iron Man."
Jon Favreau refused without a second thought.
If the timing was right and the filming location was in the United States, he would have given the DuPont family some face.
But now they were asking him to go immediately, and the filming location was in China. What was the point of going then?
"Okay, sir." Jonah Allen finished speaking and turned to make the call.
Meanwhile, the DuPont family in China received Jonah Allen's refusal call, which was within their expectations.
"Put the call through to Mr. Jon Favreau. I'll speak with him personally," Money-DuPont said with unquestionable authority.
"Please wait a moment." Jonah Allen knew that the DuPont family was not to be trifled with, so he turned and walked back.
Upon re-entering Jon Favreau's bedroom, Jonah Allen approached him and whispered, "Mr. Jon Favreau, someone from the DuPont family wants to speak with you."
Jon Favreau took the phone and greeted, "Hello!"
"Hello, Mr. Jon Favreau. I'm Money-DuPont. I apologize for disturbing your rest so late at night," Money-DuPont said in a rather polite tone.
After all, people from prominent families still had to maintain appearances.
Even if enemies met, they could still greet each other with a smile.
"It's no disturbance. Mr. DuPont, what can I do for you?" Jon Favreau asked, feigning ignorance.
"I'd like to invite you to direct a film. You need to come to China in three days," Money-DuPont stated.
"Oh my god~ Esteemed Mr. DuPont, I'm very sorry. I'm currently tied up with other projects and cannot get away. Although I'd love to help you, it's truly impossible right now."
Jon Favreau expressed his deep regret.
Just then, Old Wang happened to walk past Money-DuPont and overheard his phone conversation.
Although Old Wang wasn't very fluent in English, he could understand a few sentences.
"What's wrong? He didn't agree?" Old Wang asked Money-DuPont, looking at him.
Money-DuPont shook his head upon hearing this.
"Give me the phone. I'll talk," Old Wang reached out to take his phone.
After taking the phone, Old Wang turned on the speakerphone and said in Chinese, "I'm Old Wang. Can you understand me?"
After speaking, Old Wang looked at Money-DuPont, signaling him to translate.
However, Jon Favreau didn't need a translator. He knew some basic Chinese, which was enough for communication.
Now that China was so powerful, many people knew Chinese, especially in recent years, as many countries had added Chinese to their curriculum.
"I can understand. Who is Old Wang?" Jon Favreau asked, confused.
"Why did a Chinese person suddenly take over the call?"
"I'm a straightforward person and won't beat around the bush with you. I'm the vice president of Fenglin Entertainment. Our company is about to start a big production, and we need you to direct it."
After speaking, Old Wang, fearing Jon Favreau might not understand, added:
"Let me make myself clear, I'm informing you, not asking for your opinion."
Before Jon Favreau could reply, Old Wang threw the phone back to Money-DuPont and turned to leave.
"If it doesn't work out, let Orville call that King Hughes. Isn't that King Hughes someone from Young Master Xia's side?"
Fenglin Entertainment was Xia Lin's company, and it had an important relationship with Xia Feng. If they were going to help Xia Feng with business, especially with these foreigners, they needed to maintain a high status. Being overly humble and accommodating to foreigners was useless.
Old Wang, having served in the military, had no ulterior motives; he was assertive and ready to fight if challenged.
Liu Qiangxi had been following Old Wang, and his eyes were simply dazzled. He was utterly amazed.
"Awesome, Old Wang!"
"Mr. Wang, when did you become so domineering?" Liu Qiangxi, like a sycophant, followed Old Wang, constantly asking questions.
"It's a minor matter, you'll understand later."
Old Wang put his hands behind his back, looking profound and very pleased with himself.
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