"Technology is the primary productivity."

Wayne, who was huddled on the sofa, muttered to himself, Marvel had already proved him a way to learn from, so why do you have to work hard to reset it?

If DC Batman wants to be persuasive, it is not a bad way to upgrade technology. Marvel can let Iron Man do this and then fight Thanos and others. So why can't Batman, who also has money-capable ability, upgrade his equipment and his own abilities to harden Clark Kent?

In order to avoid appearing in the future, the feeling of being a big superstar in Justice League with a small trumpet is naturally laid the groundwork and gave the audience a reasonable conviction. These are all necessary.

At least Wayne can now guarantee that he will firmly grasp the dominance of the DC series, and his position among Warner Bros. can also avoid reappearance to a certain extent. The awkwardness of Warner Bros. and Universal's hammers were eager for quick success and instant benefits, and wanted to overtake Marvel on the curve, which made him shake his waist off.

“Boss?”

The assistant lady carefully pushed open the door, called him softly, and asked, "Are you asleep?"

"No, they've all finished packing outside?"

Wayne retreated from his trance and stretched out his hands while rubbing his face twice to restore his spirits. He asked in a low voice.

Nina nodded and said, "It's almost done, should we go back?"

“Ok.”

The assistant lady started to pack his things together, holding several file bags and record books, and asked, "Nami and the others are going to the bar party. Should we go over and have a drink together?"

While tidying up his suit, Wayne thought about it, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's go back first."

The staff in the studio began to go to the studio's door one after another. At this time, in the rest area not far from the studio, Monica Bellucci kept staring at the crowd, his eyes wandering to find his target.

She held an expired "Premiere" in her hand and glanced at it from time to time to pass the time. Suddenly, she paused when she looked at the magazine and held the magazine in her hand to her. The report above attracted her attention.

""Hidden Rich in Hollywood, Fairy Tale-like Golden Achievements, Wayne Greenberg!"

"Since Hollywood entered the 1990s, a young Jewish director has broken the traditional Hollywood's perception of success in the surprised eyes of countless people. As we all know, Hollywood has continuously created the box office miracle created on the Hollywood assembly line with its exquisite film division, perfect film industry, extremely sensitive producer-centered system, and incomparable star-making ability.

But to some extent, Wayne Greenberg has broken Hollywood's inherent cognition. The films he produces are very different from popcorn as a assembly line. With his strong black personal style, he has repeatedly achieved high box office in the North American theater market and the global theater market.

At the same time, in Wayne Greenberg, there was a blur of Hollywood's fine division of labor. He himself was an alternative top-level director. Hidden behind the director, he was a genius screenwriter, a project initiator and producer with sharp market vision. His most important identity was an excellent film company boss!

From Wayne Greenberg's continuous successful projects, if you look closely, you will find that the investors of multiple projects have the logo of Greenberg Studio, including the "The Matrix", which just shocked the eye this summer. From this, it is inferred that his wealth is much faster than the outside world speculates.

The continuous success of the film project has continuously gathered more wealth for him, and also brought him the top power position in Hollywood, becoming a regular in the top three Hollywood power list in the past two years. According to the latest information released by Warner Bros., Wayne Greenberg, a fairy tale gold-spotter, is about to go to New York to start the filming of Batman's second "The Dark Knight"... "

This article is very long, and later lists the benefits of Wayne's films and the Batman second film that has been mentioned constantly. Monica Bellucci can see that there are factors that Warner Bros. uses the name of director to promote the film in advance, but the things mentioned in the article are certainly 90% of them are true.

Those imaginative numbers and exciting movie box offices, like the best representative of the American Dream, quietly jumped on paper.

At this moment, she found that her target had already left the studio. This time, there was no Australian female star who was in trouble around her. The opportunity was waiting for it seemed as if she had appeared before she wanted to give up.

Monica Bellucci checked his dress again, quickly took out a small mirror from his handbag, and after confirming that his makeup was fine, he threw down the magazine in his hand without hesitation, stood up and walked gracefully towards the door of the studio.

It can be seen that Wayne was constantly talking to his assistant who looked ordinary, and a tram was also heading towards them. Opportunities were fleeting. She accelerated her pace and came toward the man with her back to her with the sound of "dao" of high heels.

Nina, who was reporting financial issues about Blue Sky Studio, suddenly closed her mouth and stared at her boss with a weird look.

Just as Wayne turned around in confusion, the situation that caught his eyes almost made him laugh out loud. When the famous Italian actress he had observed some time ago walked to them, the high heels under his feet seemed to stagger and fell in the direction of him.

He shrugged, without any hesitation, stretched out his hands to hold the staggering woman. From the brief touch, he was able to confirm that this woman not only had a bomb-like mountain, but also deliberately turned her back towards him.

You should know that the subconscious action of a normal person who falls will always grab anything that can be leveraged. It is by no means deliberately giving the most prominent part of a woman to the man who reaches out to support her.

"Sorry! Sorry, thank you."

Monica Bellucci, with long hair and shawls, stood up as if she was frightened. After standing in a panic, she looked up at the man who had just supported her. "On my god! Wayne? Are you Wayne Greenberg? Oh my God, I am your hardcore movie fan. I didn't expect to see you here."

"You are welcome."

His acting skills are pretty good. After Wayne let go of the woman, he hugged his arms in front of his chest, gently stroked his chin with one hand, and lowered his head slightly to observe the sexy woman who was acting wildly.

A thin camel-colored windbreaker did not wrap around his two peaks. His charming and sexy figure highlighted the windbreaker with a concave and convexity, etc.? Trenchbreaker? It is obviously a bit out of place to wear a windbreaker in Los Angeles now.

If you can choose this method, wrestling is basically ready to let the other party see through. Shamelessness, in Wayne's eyes, you must know that it has always been a compliment.

"Sorry, I'm Monica, Monica Beluci, from Italy, an actor."

The woman sorted out her clothes a little, didn't care about the man's scrutiny look, and generously stretched out a white hand to introduce herself. "Director Greenberg, I've seen all the films you shot, and I'm your hardcore movie fans."

"I'm glad to meet you, Miss Bellucci."

Sharpened gently on the white palm, Wayne smiled like No Yu. "Have you seen all the movies?"

"Yes."

The woman nodded firmly. From the other person's eyes, she had already discovered the hidden beast-like emotions. Although it was hidden very well, she was very familiar with such similar gazes. When countless men look at them, they will have the same possessiveness of Chiloro, but the man opposite was hiding deeper.

"Director Greenberg, I am your fan. Can you please sign me for an autograph? God! I never thought that one day I could meet you in person. All this must be God who heard my prayer."

"Hey, don't worry about signing, call me Wayne, my friends call me that."

Raising his eyebrows, Wayne pointed to the waiting tram and sent out an invitation. "Would you like to have lunch together? I think we can have a good chat."

"Of course, that's my honor."

With excited fists in his heart, Monica Bellucci tried to maintain an elegant smile and followed the two of them on the tram that drove towards the studio gate. "Wayne, do you mean that friends call you that, can I be your friend?"

He glanced at the beauty who was several years older than him, and he shook his head helplessly. The woman became addicted to acting, so he nodded. "Didn't you say this was an accident arranged by God? It seems that God also hopes that we will become friends and talk about your hometown Italy. I heard that there is romance there."

In fact, Wayne had forgotten this beauty. After a quick glance after get off work that day, the first thing he thought of was the image of the woman full of dust and helplessness in "The Legend of the Beautiful Sicily". This movie may make many people feel indifferent to Europe and the United States, but for the little boy born on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, the lethality is simply too great.

In fact, when that movie was released, Monica Bellucci had passed the peak of her appearance. Now an Italian beauty in her early thirties is more like a freshly ripe fruit. Her innate temperament is constantly stirring up the wild beasts deep in Wayne's heart.

"Nina, you go back to the manor first and call Sergei if you have something to do."

The car parked in front of a restaurant not far from the studio. Before getting off the car, Wayne looked at the Italian woman waiting outside the car window and told the assistant lady.

"Friends? Movie Fans? Ha?"
Chapter completed!