Unlike the Four Seasons Hotel, where Wang Jian was staying and which prioritized comfort, the Waldorf Hotel in Los Angeles placed a greater emphasis on artistic ambiance.
Therefore, it was common to see stars here who strived for uniqueness and distinction.
"Who was that just now?" Wang Jian asked Tom with a somewhat horrified tone.
"Marilyn Manson," Tom replied, his face not looking too great either, "It's said that many people now see him as the embodiment of death rock!"
Goddamn death rock!
The kind where you smear white face paint on and dress like a ghost?
And the most critical issue was that he had come up to him and shouted, "I support you, for not compromising with those Hollywood hyenas!"
Fuck...
Wang Jian shook his head helplessly, "The ones supporting me are all a bunch of what the hell!"
This movie is definitely going to be a flop!
No, I have to get compensation quickly!
He hastened to the entrance of Princess Diana's room and rang the doorbell.