The National Director is Mr. Perfect Chapter 720: Louis

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What confidence does she have?

Since the establishment of Hollywood, apart from being a Chinese-American director, how many leading domestic stars want to enter Hollywood, who has ever succeeded?

This emperor has only succeeded in a movie in China. How can she be so confident that she can break into Hollywood?

This is nothing short of idiotic dreams.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't speak harsh words, she only smiled slowly: "It's a good thing to be confident..."

"This is not self-confidence."

Jun Ci leaned close to her. Even with a mask, her eyes, which were as bright as a bright moon, seemed to have a coquettish whirlpool, and could easily pull people's thoughts into her eyes: "This is a fact."

This is true.

The four words, with unquestionable affirmation.

There is absolute certainty.

Mu Baijun's smile froze.

The fist was slightly squeezed. Where did the emperor come from?

"If you mean you can take an American film in the future, maybe I believe..."

"It’s not such a Miss Mu, if it is, I won’t come to tell you these nonsense. I currently have a script in hand that is a work of my genre. I would like to invite you to play it. Of course, I will pay appropriately. There is also a generous condition. If you play, I will push you into Hollywood in a very reasonable way in the future."

She is tempting, and her low-pitched voice easily convinces people.

Mu Baijun’s lips closed slightly, and his heart was already shaking, as if he was about to say something, a voice had already come: "Mom..."

It is a pure English voice, a foreign boy.

Both of them turned their heads to look, and a little curly-haired boy in a brown sweater returned.

Mu Baijun’s face rarely showed a truly gentle and doting smile. She ignored Junci in front of her and ran over and patted the non-existent dust on the little boy: "Louis..."

The little boy is about ten years old. He is a typical mixed-race boy, but his facial features are very delicate and a little bit Western, which is different from Junci.

His pair of gray eyeballs are a bit more deep, the color of his hair is golden, and there are some small freckles of this age on his face, but it does not affect his overall good-looking degree.

He saw an outsider inside the house and looked at Junci with defensiveness and curiosity.

Mu Baijun calmly introduced him: "This is a friend of my mother."

She speaks English naturally and fluently. In the early years, Junci still remembered some of the interviews with Mu Baijun, she still spoke very stumbled in English, and now she can reach this point, except for the fact that her husband is a foreigner , I’m afraid I have done hard work, after all, no matter how you say it, you should have an accent, but Mu Baijun’s pronunciation is already a pure foreign accent.

It is conceivable why she has to pay so much.

Louis is not afraid of life when he hears it, so he waved at Junci quite naturally and generously: "Oh, hello, my name is Louis, I am eleven years old this year, what is your name?"

Mu Baijun thought that Junci could not understand English. After all, although what Louis said was simple, he spoke very quickly, but he heard Junci looking at Louis with a light of interest, without waiting for her to speak. He said softly: "Emp."

"Emp?"

Louis' gray eyes are full of doubts: "This name is so strange."

Mu Baijun understood in an instant, and gently explained: "It's your majesty..."

Louis suddenly realized: "Wow, that's cool."