Chapter 224 Experience the feeling of a Hollywood emperor

Los Angeles,

Hollywood Walk of Fame, in front of the Chinese Theater.

The dozens of meters long red carpet begins.

A Cadillac STS sedan parked slowly.

Very few Cadillac STS are sold abroad, and not many are sold in the United States.

But the more traditional wealthy Americans generally like to ride Cadillacs or Ford Lincolns.

When the Cadillac STS drove over, the reporters frantically used their brains.

"Who in Hollywood likes to ride in a Cadillac?"

The reporter from the Los Angeles Times couldn't help but ask.

"It seems not." A reporter from "Hollywood Daily" replied:

"You know. The people in Hollywood are either Mercedes-Benz or BMW. The more advanced ones use Rolls-Royce, and those who love to show off drive Ferraris or Lamborghinis."

"They all think Lincoln and Cadillac are old-fashioned."

The words of the "Hollywood Daily" reporter were echoed by several colleagues around him.

The west coast is different from the east coast.

Most of the people on the West Coast are new rich.

There are really not many people who really like American luxury cars like Lincoln or Cadillac.

"Wait a moment."

At this time, the reporter from the Los Angeles Times suddenly said:

"I remember there was a tycoon in Hollywood. He seemed to be particularly fond of Lincolns and Cadillacs."

"Huh? Who is it?"

"Abel Smith"

"Isn't he a Wall Street giant? Oh, by the way, strictly speaking, he is also a media giant!"

As soon as the reporter finished speaking, the Cadillac STS had already stopped at the beginning of the red carpet.

The reporters stopped talking, and many of them held their breath.

They pointed their eyes and the cameras in their hands over there.

The Cadillac STS stopped for less than three seconds.

A black driver stepped out of the cab.

Another white man in a suit stepped out of the passenger compartment.

Each of these black and white demons is over two meters tall.

The two men in suits looked strong and not easy to mess with.

Among them, the male driver in a black suit came to the rear compartment door and bent down to open the door.

A leather shoe was stretched out first and stepped on the ground, followed by a tall and handsome young man walking down.

The moment he came down, hundreds of reporters in the audience fell silent.

Huge cheers and shouts followed.

"Abe Smith! It's Abe Smith!"

"Hey! Smith is here!"

"Let me tell you. Michael Eisner and Robert Iger can't make the finale. Who else can it be? Of course it's only Abe Smith!"

"Look over here, look over here. Mr. Smith, please look over here!"

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In an instant, the entire Hollywood Boulevard's attention was attracted here.

If there weren't a lot of police here to maintain order.

If tourists and idlers couldn't walk through at all, thousands of people might have crowded here by now.

But that's it, hundreds of reporters and their photographers, their cameras and camera flashes.

In an instant, the area around Abel flashed as if lightning had struck, extremely dazzling.

Abel, who had just gotten out of the car, touched his sunglasses.

He was now glad that he got himself a pair of mirrors like this before getting out of the car.

Otherwise, the exaggerated flash amplitude would probably cause blurry eyes.

With this in mind, he bent slightly and stretched out his hand, passing it to Anne Hathaway who was dressed up inside.

The latter smiled like a flower and looked extremely happy.

Anne held Abel's hand from the car and came down wearing a pure white strapless dress.

Her beautiful collarbones were looming, and the material of her skirt was so white that it seemed transparent, slightly reflective, like angel wings, but not exposed at all.

The hem of the skirt is made of high-gloss silk that reaches to the knees, revealing her slender and long legs.

The chest is embroidered with a conservative-looking high collar, which makes the skin look like snow, and looks like a blooming white lotus under the light of the flash.

Matching Abel's tailor-made black suit, the pair, one in black and one in white, walked hand in hand on the red carpet.

The reporters on both sides and the onlookers who had gone through security checks were already going crazy.

But listen carefully, even in this state, Anne is amazingly beautiful.

They all look a bit like Audrey Hepburn at her peak.

But what everyone was shouting for and paying attention to was actually Abel.

Abel, who walked this kind of red carpet for the first time, faced this situation.

He was a little unaccustomed to it. As he walked, he whispered to Anne who was trying to smile:

"You don't even wear any glasses. If you are photographed like this with a flash for a long time, you will go blind."

Anne smiled and waved to the reporters on both sides while replying to her boyfriend:

"Dear, do you think everyone will be as eye-catching as you when they appear? Even if they are A-list celebrities, their ability to attract flashlights is not as strong as yours!"

"Oh" Abel nodded, thinking it would be okay if that was the case.

If only the flash were this exaggerated every time.

Those celebrities who cannot wear sunglasses will probably have problems with their eyes.

He was thinking boringly, and soon accompanied Anne to the middle of the red carpet.

Anne gently pulled him, Abel turned around and said:

"As usual, we should stand down and take some photos of them at this time."

"Oh." Abel cooperated with her, wearing glasses and standing expressionless.

Anne held his hand and smiled sweetly beside him.

This action of the two people made the reporters even more crazy.

The shouts of questions and the voices of the onlookers never stopped from the beginning to the end.

The sound of the camera and the shutter of the camera kept ringing like a barrage of cannons.

Along with it, there is a sea of ​​flashing lights that always looks like daylight.

After standing there for about three minutes, Annie said softly:

"Okay, honey, we can walk in."

Abel nodded, and the two held hands and walked inside.

The dozens of meters of red carpet were quickly completed.

At the end is the entrance of Huaxia Theater.

There is a big sign at the door.

The sign above shows the most beautiful look of Mia, the heroine of Annie in "The Princess Diaries".

There are two other hosts standing there.

Abel only thought that one of the short-haired female hosts looked familiar. He had seen it on some videos before he was reborn.

He only remembered that she seemed to be a lace woman, but he didn't remember anything else.

There was another male host whom Abel didn't recognize.

He didn't know her, but Anne next to him did.
To be continued...