Ronin tugged at his tie with a face full of disgust, wishing he could rip it off. It felt way too uncomfortable.
Wearing a tie like a noose—maybe he was the only one in the entire Marvel world who did that?
He loosened it a bit, and it felt much better.
Lucy pouted, a little dissatisfied. "Mr. Ronin, do you want to wear your tie like a scarf?"
The tie was already hanging almost down to his chest.
Hearing her say that, Ronin immediately got annoyed. He untied the tie and threw it onto the bed. "I'm not wearing this crappy tie anymore."
Back when he was a programmer, he could wear whatever he wanted to work or meetings. He wouldn't put on a suit even once a year. Now that he had flipped his life and become a president/CEO, wearing a suit and leather shoes was one thing, but he was actually forced to wear a tie. What the hell—this was ridiculous.
"Mr. Ronin, please pay attention to your public image. You represent Overwatch Pictures, and the International Film Summit will be attended by major media outlets from all over the world."
Lucy was quite helpless. Her boss was so laid-back it was outrageous; he did things far too casually.
"I'll wear this." Ronin took out a black bow tie from an exquisite wooden box.
"Mr. Ronin, this summit is a grand international film event. Wearing a bow tie isn't formal enough. Bow ties are usually only worn at banquets or dances."
Lucy held her forehead. She was almost driven crazy by her boss.
"I am who I am—a firework of a different color."
Ronin happily put on the bow tie. Although it was still a bit tight around his neck, it was much more comfortable than the regular tie, and he looked quite dashing.
"Oh my god!"
Lucy was speechless and simply gave up. After all, it wasn't her who would be embarrassed at the summit.
Ronin turned around stylishly in front of the mirror, quite satisfied with his current outfit. His originally ordinary face seemed to have been elevated a lot.
Actually, appearance didn't matter much—what counted was substance.
"Mr. Ronin, where's your speech script? I'll help you bring it." Lucy said.
"Speech script?" Ronin grinned. "Doesn't exist. I'll just improvise on the spot."
Lucy took a deep breath, trying her best to stay calm.
Previously, she had only thought he disliked work and needed more time to write scripts, so she handled all the company's big and small affairs. She hadn't really complained about that. But today, she finally realized just how unreliable her boss was.
He did everything according to his own mood, without considering the consequences at all.
Once they got in the car, Lucy was very worried that Ronin would say the wrong things at the summit. Giving a speech without a script—she had every reason to believe he would let himself go and say whatever he wanted.
If he offended some big shot in the industry, that would be trouble.
"Mr. Ronin, while we're on the way, I think you should think about what you're going to say later. As a special guest, you'll definitely have to speak in public."
Lucy tilted her head and looked at Ronin, who had his eyes closed and was resting.
Ronin didn't even open his eyes. He lazily replied, "I know, Lucy. I've already thought about what to say."
Lucy abruptly turned her head away and stopped talking. Her good intentions had been treated like trash by her boss anyway.
The International Film Summit was held in the most prosperous Manhattan district of New York City. It wasn't far away. Under Thomas—the old driver's steady and fast driving in the supercar—they arrived in just twenty minutes.
Brilliant Star was the specific venue for the summit—a large square full of cultural atmosphere. At this moment, lights were shining brightly, and countless large screens stood tall, playing wonderful clips from various popular movies.
"Wow!" Thomas exclaimed.
The parking lot was full of luxury cars—Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Aston Martins—lined up as if they were free, looking extremely impressive.
As soon as the car stopped, Ronin woke up. He rubbed his eyes and looked around. Everything was a bit blurry; the only sensation was brightness, as if countless lights were shining on him.
Countless security guards patrolled back and forth, communicating with each other via walkie-talkies and reporting the situation to the command center in real time.
"Mr. Ronin, hello!"
On the way to the summit venue, people kept greeting him and shaking hands from time to time. Even if he didn't know them, Ronin responded to each one. Basic politeness was still necessary—his teachers had taught him from a young age to be a polite and civilized good child.
Back in the day, he had also been an excellent three-good student!
When entering important venues, security would check whether people were carrying guns or controlled knives. To enter the Bowen Hall where the summit was held, an invitation letter was also required.
One invitation letter corresponded to one person and required real-name registration. All these security measures were to ensure the safety of the attendees.
After all, the people who could participate in a conference of this level were all prominent figures in the international film industry, with assets measured in the hundreds of millions. Even losing a single hair wouldn't do.
If anything happened to any of them, the organizers' future days wouldn't be easy.
"Mr. Ronin, you go in. We'll wait for you outside." Lucy straightened Ronin's crooked bow tie and said softly.
"Wish me luck."
Ronin smiled slightly, handed the invitation to the security guard, and walked inside.
Bowen Hall a very elegant name. Inside, however, it was as magnificent as a palace. Soft lighting gently scattered down, draping the entire hall in a layer of golden gauze, dreamlike and illusory.
The environment was very elegant. It had to be said that the summit organizers really knew how to choose a venue.
As soon as he appeared, dozens of gazes turned toward him. Of course, these were all people with status and position; they wouldn't lower themselves to come over and curry favor.
The ones he had met outside were just some small directors or CEOs of small companies. They didn't qualify to attend the summit itself, but they could watch the scenes inside Bowen Hall on the large screens outside.
At international film conferences, there were often big directors and well-known screenwriters sharing their experiences, as well as film company presidents discussing issues like movie selection.
These were all valuable assets. Learning even a part of them would make the trip worthwhile.
Although the summit would also be broadcast online, only by coming in person could one deeply absorb the successful experiences of their predecessors.
An even more important reason that prompted them to come here was to catch a glimpse of Mr. Ronin's elegance. It was precisely because they heard the news that Mr. Ronin had been invited that they chose to rush over—even flying for a whole day didn't matter.
The five hottest terms in the film industry recently were Soldier 76, Overwatch, Overwatch Pictures, Ronin, Abel Hopkins, and Hank Black. All of these were inextricably linked to the phenomenal movie Soldier: 76.
Only Overwatch Pictures had managed to make a single movie achieve god-like status!
Soldier: 76 had burst onto the scene, revitalizing the sluggish film market and ushering in the era of commercial films. It was a completely milestone work. It was clear that Overwatch Pictures CEO Mr. Ronin had grasped the true essence of commercial filmmaking.
If they could hear him speak a few words, they would benefit for life. If they could comprehend even a fraction of what he meant, perhaps they too could make movies that would sell big in the future.
This was their ultimate purpose for coming here. The speech from this dark horse of the industry was what they were most concerned about.
Compared to that, the movies other film companies had made in the past two years were all garbage. They had once caused the film market to become lifeless. Art films were shot in a nondescript way, documentaries felt full of dissonance, and attempts to imitate Overwatch Pictures by making superhero films had also missed the point.
Therefore, Ronin was the true focus of this summit—the center of all attention!