Chapter 65 Terminator 2 Premiere

  The old Ford car, like a madly rushing yellow cow, galloped through the sparse traffic flow, overtaking one car after another, and still maintained an appropriate speed to avoid attracting police attention.

  "John, be careful, if you break that camera, I swear, the editor will kill both of us!"

  Ryan's old acquaintance, ace reporter Mick Taylor of the Los Angeles Times entertainment section, was glaring at his new partner.

  "Mick, if we don't hurry up, I guarantee the editor will kill us tomorrow! Think about it, that's the premiere of Terminator 2, a sci-fi epic with an investment of over $100 million! We're already late when we come out, and if we don't speed up, we'll definitely miss the good seats!"

  When he heard this, Mick Taylor could only stop roaring, and it was no wonder that his new partner had a stomach that wasn't up to par, having run to the bathroom several times in a row before coming out.

  "Damn it, KFC! I swear, I'll never eat a hamburger again!" Mike could only slap the seat hard.

  "Hey, Mick, do you have to be so secretive? You're close with Ryan Jenkins, can't he just give us some exclusive scoop and we'll be done?" The assistant chimed in beside him, "You know, any news related to him is guaranteed to go viral."

  Mike Taylor could only smile wryly. How could he not know this? Think about what had happened in the past six months.

  At the age of eleven, he received an Oscar nomination for Best Original Screenplay and Best Supporting Actor, and took home the statuette for Best Supporting Actor, becoming a child star comparable to Shirley Temple and Jodie Foster.

  The third book in the Harry Potter series was officially published and climbed to the top of the bestseller list in just one week, creating a record for three books by the same author to enter the top ten at the same time.

  An Oscar acceptance speech sparked a huge controversy, sending the former orphanage director who had abused him to jail while sparking an unprecedented discussion across North America about orphans and welfare institutions, prompting the Supreme Court to enact the Jenkins Act.

  At a charity dinner, he had a falling out with Tom Cruise, and amidst the questioning voices, he got inspiration and creativity on the spot, and dictated a script in less than three hours. Then, in just over half an hour, he wrote a song that perfectly matched the plot of the script, leaving Tom Cruise speechless.

  In 1990, the annual income from films alone was over $16 million, definitely the highest annual income for a child star in Hollywood history, which also led to a farce-like paternity scandal.

  He held a press conference and said the famous words that people still talk about today - "The person who provides sperm or eggs is not necessarily a relative" - while also believing that the farce was orchestrated by someone, and declared war on live television, as for the object of the declaration of war, although he did not explicitly state it, but the whole nation knew who he was referring to.

  Released the first single "He", launched a counterattack in an alternative way, triggering a new trend among young people. "He" is still on the Billboard chart, with sales exceeding 400,000 copies within a month.

  The third film script he wrote, "Sleepless in Seattle", grossed over $130 million at the box office in North America alone, making all of his films to date gross over $100 million.

  Shaking his head, Mick Taylor brought his thoughts back to the present. It was all so obvious now - a superstar in the making, and he wasn't even twelve yet, hadn't even experienced the so-called Hollywood child star curse. But were those things really problems?

  Even if he no longer appears on the big screen in the future, just relying on writing and scripts is enough to leave his name on the Walk of Fame.

  He has indeed been in contact with him all along, often getting first-hand information from him or his partners, which has helped him a lot. It is worth noting that relying on these alone, he is now the deputy editor-in-chief of the entertainment section.

  Arriving at the entrance of the Chinese Theatre in Hollywood, Mick and John quickly found their own positions. Tonight's gathering of reporters was too many, perhaps not as good as the Oscars, but compared to the Golden Globes, it wasn't much inferior.

  "Mike, you're late today!"

  The person speaking with him was a reporter for The New York Times based in Los Angeles.

  "Just move over a bit, let me set up the camera." Mike first arranged his own weapons before saying, "Never mind, I had a bad stomach and came out late, did I miss anything?"

  "Of course, Steven Spielberg and George Lucas have just entered the theater!"

  "Oh God, the four big directors are here and there are two at once! What the hell!" Mick cursed and asked, "Where's Ryan Jenkins and Nicole Kidman?"

  "Not yet arrived, estimated soon!"

  As they spoke, a bespoke Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped at the end of the red carpet. A man who looked like a bodyguard rushed up from behind and opened the door, revealing a leg extending out from within.

  Her long and straight legs were as smooth as jade, the owner of the legs was tall and slender with a unique sensuality. Her golden reddish big wavy hair and black off-the-shoulder evening dress set her off even more pale, like milk-like skin under the light, shining brightly, making her whole person look especially charming.

  To put it bluntly, she doesn't need acting skills at all. With her stunning looks and icy demeanor, she can already steal the spotlight in Hollywood.

  Nicole Kidman didn't walk forward, but instead turned around and stretched out a hand towards the car. Then, that super genius, the one who made countless writers and screenwriters want to jump off buildings, emerged from the car wearing an extremely well-fitted deep blue suit.

  "For Pete's sake, Nicole! Why do you have to wear high heels? You're already so much taller than me!"

  As he walked the red carpet, Ryan glanced at the icy beauty on his arm, feeling a bit miffed. He wasn't even twelve yet, and although he'd grown to over five feet three inches tall, next to Nicole, he still felt somewhat lacking, especially since she was wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals that added another three inches to her height.

  "Shut up, Ryan!" Nicole waved her hand to the screaming fans on both sides and reminded them, "This is a public place, don't lose your manners and elegance."

  The fans on both sides saw their idols waving, and burst into screams again. Ryan and Nicole walked over, took the pen and poster, and quickly signed them.

  "Ryan, you've grown so tall! Wow, so handsome!"

  Ryan looked up and took a glance, a typical flower chick, pretended to be elegant and smiled, then quickly slipped away.

  "Mina, did you see that? Ryan smiled at me! He smiled at me!" The girl, about 15 years old, jumped up and down, hugging her friend after seeing Ryan's warm sunny smile.

  "Ryan, Ryan, over here! Take a photo with me!" Another girl screamed.

  Bright sky-blue eyes, like radar, quickly swept through the crowd, and Ryan found that more than half of his fans were underage girls, and the rest were mostly underage boys.

  Football should start from youth training, education should start from childhood, and fans should be cultivated from an early age.

  This is a good thing, isn't it? It means that you are influencing the next generation of Americans, who will grow up with you and definitely have a terrifying influence in the not-too-distant future.

  He pulled up Nicole's hand and quickly walked to the interview area, reporters rushed in like crazy, at this time if it wasn't for security personnel blocking, maybe it would become a human wave, completely overwhelming Ryan and Nicole these two small boats.

  "Nicole, you go first, I'll handle them." Ryan put on a manly demeanor and looked at the reporters, saying "I won't answer any questions unrelated to Terminator 2!"

  "So can you predict next week's box office?" Mick Taylor was the first to react.

  "Five hundred million dollars!"

  Ryan casually stretched out a palm and waved it in front of him, leaving the reporters dizzy for a moment. Five billion! This prediction is too crazy!

  Ryan shrugged and turned to leave, thinking his prediction was conservative enough. It's July 3rd now, there are still four days plus one night until the end of this week. Starting tomorrow is Independence Day holiday, and his charisma is countless times stronger than that person in the previous life. If so, if "Terminator 2" can't even beat the box office of the previous life on its first week, then everyone in the crew should go to San Francisco to visit the Golden Gate Bridge together.

  After exchanging greetings with Schwarzenegger and Cameron, and taking a group photo together, Ryan blended in with the crew and walked into the theater.

  He soon spotted Nicole's figure, as expected, chatting with Jodie Foster and a few other people.

  "Judy, I'm sorry about the bodyguard thing. I know I already said it over the phone, but I think it's more sincere in person." Ryan's apology was fairly heartfelt.

  Others may only know more than a decade later, but he is very clear that the assassination of John Hinckley Jr. to Reagan is the greatest pain in Judy Foster's heart, not only making her retreat for many years, but also losing feeling towards men from then on and becoming a lesbian, of course, she protects her privacy very well, except for a few people, basically no one knows now.

  "It's okay, Ryan," Judy Foster said with a generous smile, speaking in a low tone. "If I were to blame anyone, it should be someone else, shouldn't it?"

  The two of them exchanged a smile, and this chapter can be considered completely over.

  However, Ryan's eyes lit up when he saw the three people in front of him: Ron Meyer, who had joined Universal Studios earlier than before; George Lucas, the master of Industrial Light & Magic; and Steven Spielberg.

  "Mr. Lucas, Mr. Spielberg, nice to meet you." After Ron Meyer's introduction, Ryan bowed slightly. "You can call me Ryan."

  "Alright Ryan." George Lucas adjusted his glasses, "We were just talking about you!"

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