Reborn to Dominate Hollywood

Sudden emotions can confuse you and make you almost have to confess everything, which is quite difficult for everyone.

This is also a problem for Ian, as he is the only one who can handle his emotions.

After an awkward phone call with Railin, his emotions oscillate between fear and embarrassment.

He's not like he's back to his teenage years, it's just that he's drinking in a bar and soaking up his feelings – he's so mature.

However, he suddenly felt that there were many things imminent, Ian was Ian, and even the ancient Chinese wisdom could not teach him the real way to cope, and he somehow drank the last cup after cup, which made the pain in his heart gradually disappear.

"Hey, is there any way I can help you? so you can drink up the whole bar?" asked a man who looked to be in his fifties out of thin air, making his lungs flutter.

"Nothing, where are you from?" Ian asked rhetorically, noticing a slight accent.

"Coming from Ireland and just coming to this wonderful country for a pleasant holiday," the man said with a smile.

"What happened?"

Ian didn't ignore the sad expression as he motioned for the man to sit down and handed the drink from what he had taken from his hand.

"Hmm... "The old man took a sip and immediately liked his company all night.

"Yes, that's it," Ian said, taking a sip.

"Well, I'm not the only one here, but... Looks like I'm the only one going home. "

What... What the hell do you mean?" Ian asked, raising an eyebrow, they didn't even know the name, but so far, everything was going well.

Two men, sharing their pain in a bar.

"My wife, it doesn't look like she's as loyal as she should seem. Uh, I just want to forget about her once and for all. Trust me, this lady... I just wish she could see what a wonderful person I am, as I see it," he said, taking down the whole glass of wine.

Then, Ian discovers what is wrong with this man.

Rules for men and women: Never try to prove in front of women what a good person you are until they find out for themselves. Otherwise, you're a mean, narcissistic bastard where women never know to be satisfied.

He felt that the person in front of him was like that.

Moreover, Ian is not so calculating in his head, and he thinks that the person in front of him may be a very interesting character.

These characteristics can easily be boiled down to a comedy movie that makes people laugh, and Ian secretly laughs bitterly after analyzing it.

-

After about four hours of sharing and caring talks, Ian was enough to analyze the man who wanted her wife back.

So he made an excuse and walked over to the nearest couch and supported himself on his elbows so that he could be freed from the long conversation.

"Well, if it weren't for Ian Renner, it would have been a complete waste," Ian heard a lady's voice, and he opened his eyes to see a blurry version of what he had captured

, "Carrie—"

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the next morning, Ian opened his eyes again because of a severe headache.

Considering he hasn't been out since he returned to Los Angeles, he's completely forgotten about the headache over the past few weeks.

He opened his eyes and felt that he could close his ears forever as the sound of every tiny movement echoed in his ears more than twice.

"Hmm," he groaned, covering his ears, wanting to at least see where he was, for he felt the silk fabric beneath him a far cry from where he was used to.

Finally, he opened his eyes, and what greeted him was the most ordinary apartment room in a while.

"Where am I?" he asked, a little louder, for he wondered.

He is sure of one thing, he will not go to someone else's unknown apartment, even if he is not careful, he will not forgive himself, never.

"Oh, hey, good morning! you're awake!" a voice came from the hall, a woman's voice, giving him a sense of déjà vu.

He remembered it as the same voice that spoke to him last night, when he was still drunk on the couch at the bar.

"Who is it-"

His words were interrupted by his own voice as he saw who was standing in front of him. The facial features, the smile, all this made the hairs on his arms stand up.

"I'm Carrie Richie. Nice to meet you, Ian. Well, it's nice to see you again.

"Am I living in a dream, Carrie Fisher is right in front of me, saying my name, and oh"

"Is that tea? I can have a cup now," he said, smiling back, and she smiled brightly and walked towards him.

"Thank you, please be seated. I- uh, well, before I take a sip, I can know- fuck my head, how did I get here?" he asked, and took a sip of the copyright law, considering how his lips curled up, the tea was right in the way.

"You wasted ,——

" "You did say it before

" "I'm an actor. Uh-huh-a very small, really small. I've only acted in two films, and that's too, my character died after two minutes of playing one, and the other... Well, don't ask. "

Oh, it explains how you knew me

-" Ian's phone rang and both turned their heads away, it was definitely his phone, and his heart fell into the gutter again when he reached out of his pocket and saw Raireen appear on the screen - "Holy!" "Hey,

Ian. How's it going?" Ian asked, holding the phone to her ear.

"Everything is going well, Railin, and you're okay too. Is there anything I can help you with?" Ian asked rhetorically, noticing that she was basically waiting for him to continue.

"Oh yes. I need permission to shoot in a public museum, Mason said I'm looking for you," Reelin said in her usual professional tone.

"Maybe it's time to move on and pretend nothing happened," Ian thought and nodded.

"I'll arrange it, is there anything else I need," he said, and Raelyn thanked him on the other end of the phone.

"Who's that.... The lady standing in front of Ian looked at his face, smiled smugly, walked up to him, and sat with him on the bed.

"You're totally in love! It's mine. God!" she said, putting her fingers on her face and pretending to fan, which made Ian blush even more.

She immediately notices his traits, as Ian is not good at hiding his emotions - because she thinks he might be a newbie.

"Nothing, um," Ian shrugged and took a sip of his tea.

"We- did we go to bed?" Ian asked, noticing that his upper body was bare, but his pants were still there.

"Oh, I hope. But I can see that your heart belongs to someone else, and you are too drunk. I tried to ask for your hotel address, but you only said some gibberish. So I'm bringing you here, to my house. By the way, who is that? Is that a famous person? Let me guess, Scarlett Johansson?" she wagged her eyebrows and grinned, like she had caught the prey of a canary.

Ian sighed and shrugged.

"It's Raelin. My photographer. "

Oh, isn't that a girlfriend?" she asked, slightly teasingly.

"Oh no, she's just... Particularly. What we have is special, and as you may have noticed, we're far from that situation. We're far from it, and it might even stay that way, because it could ruin a lot of things, for her and me," he said, sipping tea.

"If she's special, I think that's something really worth fighting for. Don't think about it, just rush forward. Carrie said with a kind smile.

"Let's take a look at it again. Ian continued.

"Did you say you're an actor?" Ian asked.

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[Los Angeles, CA]

At the end of this story, Reelin successfully ends the filming of "Spring Is Not a Reading Day", and the final scene includes scenes of Jason Wells and Alexandra Daddario.

They were behind the fence, and their gaze was unanimous. The whole focus is on the couple, who look like they're in front of a crowd, ready to take the vows and get married – because of how comfortable and nervous they look.

"I had a great time today," Alexandra muttered as she looked at her partner.

"yes, that's cool," he replied, as if it weren't a big deal.

"Do you think it's going to be okay?" she asked.

"Oh yes, yes, of course. For the first time in his life... He's going to be—

" "Cut! camera at you Jason! show how you feel!" Reelin yelled and stopped Jason from rolling his eyes.

"I can't believe I've seen the last scene wrong for the third time. Let's do it again, Railin!" she replied loudly, and the director nodded.

Director Ian Renner is not in the United States, but is in China?

The headline of the article is big enough to make Marilyn Wonder's eyes widen, and she is a journalist who also worked for a mainstream magazine for five years.

Her friend Rose and she worked in the magazine for so long back-to-back that they couldn't rest for themselves, and after years of hard work, they finally came to Shanghai to give themselves a little vacation.

"Rose! Look! I told you to! I told you you were Ian!"

"What...?" The lady stumbled upon something on the floor, and she nearly let it live in order to get closer to her friend.

"Look..."

"That guy? is that the guy I wrote to put into my story? No wonder I think this face is familiar... Wow, I met Ian Renner and I was planning to cast him into a character. I think my godmother would be proud of me

," "That's not what I'm going to say, Rosie..."

The two walked around the couch and leaned back on it, and even though they were nearly in their thirties, they had worked together for so long that talking about a person, a place, or a situation was like two teenagers hanging out in their father's cabin—or more precisely, two teenagers.

"That look! That says something!" said Rose, looking at her friend.

She had an evil smirk on her face, and her eyes twinkled with something her friend couldn't wrap around with her fingers.

"Now I know why people always say Marilyn is the smarter of us, so, if Ian is here... In China, it's possible to shout that we can't interview him? you know how much we want one!"

Rose sighed loudly.

"100 percent impossible! You know a man doesn't speak to the media unless it's good for him. If that's how we're going to do it, then no! We can't just wander around and say, a tall, handsome guy with a big smile and nice teeth, right?"

"That's not Ian Renner. You see, you don't have to do anything, I'll let my seniors talk to the editor. I think we'll have a good opportunity in that regard. And if we somehow manage to convince the director to talk to us, this could push for promotion.... Win-win?"

So what are you waiting for... Rush!"

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[Shanghai, China]

Smelling the aroma of coffee in his hand, Ian couldn't help but laugh, his thoughts interrupted by the ringing of his phone, which made him raise an eyebrow in surprise.

"Just as I thought—

" "Uncle Mason, how are you doing?" Ian asked as soon as he slid across the screen.

"You tell me, Ian. Am I interrupting something?" the voice on the other side asked rhetorically, causing Ian to chuckle.

"You still think I'm with random girls every night, do you? haha... That's not what should happen in China

," "Well, if I don't bother you, come on, give me some details and tell me what's going on there."

"Things are getting better, at least for me. "

Eye-opening?"

"yes, what an eye-opening. But I'm ready to move on. "

What's changed, Ian? If you don't mind sharing...",

there was some hesitation in the last few words, and even Ian felt it.

"I never mind sharing anything with you. When I returned to Los Angeles, I realized that there were a lot of things I had been doing. I also realized how I was going to face those who were eager to face me. "

Are you talking about Jeff?"

"Including Jeff, but I'm doing some little things these days," Ian said with a laugh.

In front of him was the first draft of the book he had been working on for three days, and after the first book, Percy Jackson, he received a relatively high level of feedback.

Still, the main reason he started writing another book was that he could return to Los Angeles with shocking news that would give the media and people something to say.

"What could that be?"

"Oh no, uncle. The main reason I fled Los Angeles was to stay away from movies for a while. So, don't expect a movie script anytime soon. But it will surprise you.

"Ian, what has happened to you and the movie?" Mason

asked because he didn't know why Ian even had to take a break from the filmmaking marathon he had created for himself, and the old man pondered day and night what he would bring back when Ian returned to the company, and the suspense in his heart grew stronger.

On the other hand, Ian had to say a lot from his point of view, and when he first started in the industry, he was just an actor and stepped into the film industry with the blessing of his memory.

After a lot of thinking, stumbling, doubting, observing, and learning, the passion for being a good director grew in him – plus, there was a rule for himself.

Never copy a movie as it is, have your own innovations.

Legendary original directors who have gone through the storms, after countless failures, have learned and created blockbusters, and in the end, Ian is ready to take any risk so that he can learn and create his own great work.

"A lot of things, you'll see, uncle. How's the media deal going?" asked Ian, after a pause.

"Oh . . . Oh, yes. Runs smoothly. While you're here, they'll be set up, "Spring Isn't a Reading Day" is being edited, and the first version of the film will be sent in a few days.

"Great, I'll be looking forward to it. I wonder why Raylyn hasn't contacted me in a few days," Ian asked, feeling a deeper feeling deep inside him even at the mention of her name.

The

next thing Ian knew after ———————————————— phone call was going to his nearest café for an interview, and there were two Americans who looked too excited.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Ian said as soon as he approached them.

"I'm Ross Stirlings. "

Marilyn. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Reina.

As soon as Ian sat down on the wooden chair in front of her, Marilyn couldn't help but get nervous, and the sweat on her hands didn't help her in any way.

"yes, so I'm wondering what made you ask for an interview while I'm on vacation?" Ian asked, placing one leg on the other.

He mentioned to Mason that he couldn't possibly be interviewed, considering he knew there were so many articles, trends, and different conversations about him on social media and elsewhere.

Ian had the pleasure of witnessing people talk about how he fled to another country to relieve the pressure of the film after two relatively horrific films, and to Ian's great scoff, they compared the quality of the computer special effects to the Avatar.

Avatar was made with Goofy, and it was also a film that looked better with a lot of help from people who had been in the business for a longer time than he had been in the industry for a long time — something that Ian lacked after Avatar.

That's why he wanted to hone his skills so he could make a better contribution to the film industry with the good movie ideas his memory bank offered.

"Well, yes, Mr. Reina—

" "Please call me Ian."

"That's right, Ian. Is it okay for me to record the interview here?" asked Rose, looking at him with wide eyes.

What's more, she was the most excited of the two, and the one who silently gritted her teeth at the man sitting in front of them.

"Yes, of course. "

Hello sir, please answer your question, the rumors about you flying over in search of mental peace in the chaos of Home Alone 2 are over. That's why we thought it would be great to start, why are you here?"

Yes and no. Home Alone 2 wasn't as good as I thought it would be, but overall, it was okay. I'm not here because of mental confusion, I've been in California since I started directing films, and I think it's nice to go out on vacation once in a while. The

girl laughed with Ian.

"yes, but are you really going to work with Jeff Sanson again?"

the second question hit the nail on the head, and Ian frowned.

"Is there anything I don't know?".