Chapter Seventy Pink

  Ryan knew he couldn't view American girls with the eyes of his past life, besides, it was just a dinner, not climbing a knife mountain or jumping into a sea of fire, nor was it going to be a video recording, no big deal.

  It was just that he didn't expect the dining location to be not in the hotel's restaurant, but on the top floor in Paris' presidential suite.

  "Ryan, welcome to visit my room." The little girl led the way with her head held high.

  Ryan's forehead was bulging with veins, what's the reason? It's simple, just take a look at the decoration of the room.

  It's not about being luxurious, but compared to the nouveau riche of ancient Arabia, the Waldorf Astoria Hotel has a deep foundation, with an elegant and understated style, just like a Western aristocrat with hundreds of years of tradition.

  Okay, pink has nothing to do with these!

  Under Ryan's feet was a pink carpet, above his head were pink crystal chandeliers and ceilings, the walls around him hung with pink tapestries, even all the cabinets and utensils were pink, this is a pink fairy tale world.

  Then something else happened that made Ryan even more stunned, Paris took him into her bedroom, which was still all pink, she picked up three books from the bedside table, her own books, the first three published Harry Potter books.

  It's just... the three books, whether it's the cover or the pages, are all pink. He doesn't remember the publisher ever releasing a pink version of Harry Potter, could they be pirated copies?

  The proud heir of Hilton Group actually watches pirated versions, Uncle can tolerate it but Ryan cannot!

  "Pa Li, is this pirated?" he asked tentatively.

  "Pirated?" The little girl blinked and continued, "This is what I had my father specially order from the publisher, they made it pink on purpose."

  It's really scary, this little girl is so obsessed with pink? Ryan quietly wiped away the cold sweat on his head.

  "Is my room pretty? Doesn't it look like a dream world you've written about?" the girl asked proudly.

  "Very pretty, but don't you think the color is a bit monotonous?" Ryan rolled his eyes.

  "How lovely pink is!" Probably noticing Ryan's rolling eyes, Paris said with a pout, "If I were elected President of the United States one day, my first decree would be to paint the White House pink!"

  What a great ideal! Zipper President and Cowboy President are far inferior to you! Ryan secretly gave a thumbs up, if she can be elected as the President of the United States, it will absolutely be a blessing for people all over the world.

  Then Ryan followed her to visit the cloakroom, library, entertainment room and so on. Without exception, the main tone was pink, especially the pink shirts in the cloakroom, which made his eyes almost turn into little white rabbits.

  "See, Ryan, I've read all of your works." Paris said, pointing to several books on the desk in the study.

  After spending half an afternoon together, Ryan gradually understood her temperament and knew that she was just a spoiled and playful girl. So, he didn't hesitate to sit down in the chair in front of the desk, open those books and flip through them. Indeed, there were obvious signs of flipping on the pages, and in the blank spaces, there were related drawings based on the text, but the drawing level was terrible, and it should be from this girl's hand.

  "Besides Harry Potter, which one do you like best?" he asked.

  "Hmm... Toy Story is not bad, but many of the toys you wrote about can't be bought. Brave's game is also good, sometimes I want to enter that fantasy world too." She seems very familiar with "Ryan's Story Collection".

  After chatting for a few more sentences, the butler of the suite informed them that they could go to the restaurant.

  Sitting in front of a pink dinner table, holding a pink plastic knife and fork, Ryan felt a lot of emotion. For decades, this was the most special dinner he had ever had. Wouldn't the food that came up also be pink?

  It's okay, the French dinner is coming up, and it seems that Paris is seriously treating us to a meal. Even though many drinks and foods unsuitable for minors have been removed, the dishes are still very formal.

  Fortunately, when in London, Ryan had learned the dining etiquette of Western main courses from a family etiquette teacher, and he also had a few gentlemanly gestures. However, the little girl initially maintained a serious dining attitude, but just a few minutes later, she suddenly became playful.

  "Come on, Ryan, don't you feel uncomfortable like this? We should be carefree!" The little girl looked at Ryan with a dissatisfied expression.

  "Alright." Ryan shrugged and relaxed a lot.

  "Can you tell me a story?" the little girl asked with her big, innocent eyes twinkling, "Not one I've heard before, and not that 'Lion King' from this afternoon either. I want to hear something completely new."

  He who takes people's hands is short, he who eats people's mouths is short. Ruien could only smile helplessly and said, "Okay, I'll tell you a story about a kung fu panda."

  "Kung fu?" The little girl pondered for a moment before asking, "Like Bruce Lee?"

  "About right."

  After drinking the juice, Ryan simply started talking, and the little girl listened very seriously, often forgetting to eat, as if she was completely immersed in it.

  "After a fierce battle, Po the Panda finally grasped the true meaning of Kung Fu, defeating the evil Snow Leopard Tai Lung and bringing peace to the Valley of Peace, becoming the true Dragon Warrior!" In less than half an hour, a simplified version of 'Kung Fu Panda' appeared in this world, unfortunately with only one listener.

  "Wow, Ah Bao is so great, I love pandas." As the two became more familiar with each other, Paris's lively personality became more apparent, and she exclaimed, "Ryan, shall we go to the zoo to see the pandas tomorrow?"

  "No way." Ryan directly refused, "Tomorrow I have to follow the crew for promotion."

  At the same time, he muttered to himself, pandas are fine, but if it's goldfish...

  …………

  The promotion is still ongoing, and the crew accepted an interview with The New York Times, only to be left speechless by Ryan the next day after the interview report was released.

  The columnist written by the interviewer, started around the entire crew, but after writing half of the report, who knows what he was thinking, actually came up with a twist, and aimed most of his pen at himself.

  "James Cameron described Ryan Jenkins as the most talented actor in the group, and the one he yelled at the least."

  "Reynolds' performance on set completely blew me and Arnold away, we had to bring our A-game 110%!" - Linda Hamilton's comment.

  "Unlike what we are familiar with, Ryan was very quiet during the interview. When I asked him for the reason, he pointed to his throat and said in a stifled voice that he was afraid of ruining his image with his current duck-like voice. He is going through puberty!"

  "Although Ryan rarely speaks, I can supplement with his past experiences. What do the four movies 'Sixth Sense', 'Home Alone', 'Sleepless in Seattle' and 'Terminator 2: Judgment Day' have in common? That is, they are all related to Ryan and have achieved super box office success. Okay, maybe someone will say that 'Terminator 2' has just been released, but I think everyone saw the first week's nearly $60 million box office number, will anyone still doubt this movie's box office performance?"

  "No one can guarantee whether a movie will be a hit before it is released, but movies related to Ryan have been successful one after another. This boy has become a guarantee of box office success. If I were the boss of a film company, even if it costs $10 million, I would sign a film contract with him!"

  News about Ryan has indeed caught people's attention, especially after the turmoil of more than half a year. The sales of this issue of The New York Times have risen by as much as five percentage points, which is why that reporter would deliberately distort the facts.

  Since it can be profitable, other newspapers will not let him go either, especially some unscrupulous tabloids, which simply put Ryan on the front page headline.

  This is the stronghold of the New York Post, and they are naturally the first to be affected.

  "No one can deny Ryan Jenkins' past achievements, but don't forget that he's grown a good three inches taller since Terminator 2 and is maturing in every way. The Hollywood child star curse will soon be upon him, who knows, maybe his next film will make him box office poison."

  "Some people might say that even if Ryan doesn't act in movies, he can still write or create screenplays, but has anyone thought about whether it's normal for an 11-year-old boy to have so many ideas? Of course, we're not doubting the authenticity of his work - after all, Mr. Tom Cruise has already proven that for us. What we want to say is that Ryan Jenkins' imagination is a bit too strange, which may not be beneficial for his growth. Maybe Miss Nicole Kidman should take Ryan to see a psychologist, who knows if he might have delusions of grandeur..."

  After reading this kind of article, it's a lie if you say you're not angry. If possible, Ryan really wants to burn the editorial department of the New York Post with fire.

  He sat in the living room of his suite, thinking for a moment, and then dialed Wilson's lawyer. The request was not complicated, just mailing a lawyer's letter to the New York Post.

  Having been baptized by the Internet in his previous life, he had seen all kinds of reports without a lower limit. As early as the day he entered Hollywood, he knew that he would also be attacked.

  "Ryan!" Paris, sitting on the other side, also flipped through the newspaper. Although some things were hard to understand, it was clear that this was an attack on her new friend. "We should bring people and smash this newspaper office!"

  "Broken?"

  Ryan's mind conjured up a scene where Paris, clad in a pink trench coat, stormed into the New York Post's editorial department with an entourage of pink-clad female bodyguards. She flung open her coat, pulled out a pair of Chicago typewriters painted pink, and opened fire on those bastards. After a burst of pink smoke, the editorial department was reduced to a sea of pink rubble.

  There are only two updates today, pink tickets and collection gifts are given away~~~