On Anne Hathaway's villa sofa, the two, having finished dinner, were leaning back on the sofa, drinking coffee.
A bottle of red wine had been finished, and a slight blush was visible on Anne Hathaway's face, her fair skin tinged with a hint of red, making her look even more alluring.
"Not too much to drink?" Charles put down his coffee and asked Anne Hathaway, who was sitting beside him.
Anne Hathaway shook her head, also put down her coffee, and smiled, "Actually, I didn't drink much."
"But, I really have to thank you. Do you remember Raffaello Follieri, that Italian man you mentioned before? He really hopes to seek some capital through me in America to invest in his company!"
Anne Hathaway was cautious and quickly cut off contact; after all, he was just someone her Agent had introduced.
Charles didn't care about this matter. He moved closer to the Lady, reached out, and placed his hand on her thigh, smiling, "Now I'm interested in your movie 'Havoc in Heaven', after all, this is Princess Anne's steamy movie."
"Charles, is this considered a casting couch?" Anne Hathaway wrapped her arms around Charles's neck.
"Do you want me to personally perform a scene from this movie for you?"
Being able to invite Charles to her home for dinner, what would happen next? There was no need to guess.
Charles couldn't hold back any longer and kissed the Lady's mouth. Anne Hathaway also passionately responded to Charles's kiss.
Clothes were removed, shirt buttons unfastened, and Charles picked up Anne Hathaway in a princess carry, heading straight for the bedroom.
It was already noon on the third day when Charles was preparing to leave Long Beach. Charles, who emerged from the bedroom, found Anne Hathaway making coffee in the kitchen.
She was wearing only a casual white shirt over her long legs. He hugged the Lady from behind and kissed her neck.
"I'm leaving. This weekend was amazing!"
Anne Hathaway turned around, wrapped her arms around Charles's neck, and smiled, "You've been here for quite a while, haven't you? Aren't you concerned about the Oscar?"
With her shirt open, everything was visible. Charles lowered his head and kissed her directly, eliciting bursts of soft laughter from the Lady.
Anne Hathaway jumped up, wrapping her legs around Charles's waist, and then Charles lifted his head and passionately kissed the Lady again.
"Alright, the coffee is ready," Charles said, putting the Lady down, "Isn't two nights enough?"
Anne Hathaway smiled, poured two cups of coffee, and handed one to Charles. The two went to the living room and sat down.
"Oscar, 'brokeback mountain' is a good movie, but it's hard to win an award. The Academy judges' stubbornness is well-known," Charles said, taking a sip of coffee.
"Because of the movie's subject matter? Is it impossible to increase public relations?" Anne Hathaway asked.
Charles shook his head. He really didn't know how much more effort would be needed to make it possible. He wouldn't spend too many resources for just one award.
Whether a movie is good or not doesn't matter; the subject matter shouldn't be too controversial, and everything can be lobbied for. The most famous Oscar lobbying was when'Shakespeare in Love' defeated'Saving Private Ryan' in '1998, and 'Chicago' defeated 'the pianist' in '2003.
Both were Miramax's doing, blackening the opponent and promoting their own side.
After finishing his coffee, Charles stood up and reached out to touch the Lady's face. "Alright, I'm leaving!"
"Okay, call me when you have time!" Anne Hathaway reminded him.
Charles nodded, leaned close to the Lady's ear, and chuckled softly, "Don't worry, I really like your mouth."
Anne Hathaway's mouth was somewhat large, and it felt truly different. No wonder so many people liked big-mouthed beauties!
The bustling 77th Academy Awards Ceremony was held on American time, and along the long red carpet outside the Kodak Theatre, many reporters and fans had already gathered.
Because 'brokeback mountain' had strong momentum, Charles specifically attended this Academy Awards Ceremony with his mother, Evelyn Capet.
Evelyn Capet, dressed in formal attire, seemed to have suddenly shed several years, linking arms with her son as they walked the red carpet together.
"This time feels different, I'm a little nervous!"
Evelyn said to her son beside her as she walked.
"Why are you nervous? Haven't you already attended the Oscar?" Charles asked, puzzled.
"Because I want to see you walk onto the Oscar stage and lift that oscar statuette for best picture," Evelyn explained with a smile.
Charles shook his head helplessly. After walking the red carpet and entering the studio, they arrived at the backstage lounge.
"Oscar is just a tool for American politics and business," Charles said with a smile. It was originally a tool for America to carry out cultural infiltration and ideological promotion.
"Charles, you're overthinking it. Cultural promotion is also for greater market share," Evelyn didn't take it seriously, as she was American after all.
Charles gave a wry smile. Looking at some of the nominated films and documentaries, 'Born into Brothels' was a realistic documentary depicting the suffering of underage sex workers in India.
'Hotel Rwanda' depicted the great story of the protagonist saving lives during the genocide, but the protagonist was merely a pawn supported by Europe and America to overthrow the Rwandan government.
Europe and America have always viewed the Middle East, Far East, and the Third World with colored glasses; they only promote the bad aspects of these places, the ugliness of human nature, and suffering societies to satisfy their perverse psychology.
To win awards on platforms dominated by Europe and America, cultural works like films and novels can only show the bad side of their own countries and the deep-seated flaws of their nations to gain favor from Europe and America.
Works that showcase the beautiful side never get reported, which has given rise to a large number of people who trade the tearful moments and scars of their own countries for sympathy and awards from Europe and America.
The blood in Charles's soul was still there, and every time he thought of the countless such people in China, he felt helpless.
Displaying the exaggeratedly ugly side of the East could even be euphemistically called a 'high-level face,' only thinking of showcasing the dark side and marginalized groups of the East to gain casual handouts from their European and American masters.
They would never see the positive, the happy lives, or the good aspects. Perhaps after kneeling for so long, it's truly difficult to stand up again.
Looking at the beautifully dressed, well-groomed men and women around him, Charles sighed inwardly, "The task is arduous and the road is long!"
"Charles, we should go to the main hall!" Evelyn reminded her son.
Charles, deep in thought, nodded and followed his mother to their seats in the main hall. The 77th Academy Awards Ceremony in 2005 was about to begin.
"What were you just thinking about, so absorbed?" Evelyn asked again.
Charles smiled, "I was thinking, how many Hollywood stars will talk about politics and the president again, after all, the past year was not peaceful!"
"Don't worry, 'fahrenheit 9/11' was not nominated!"
Evelyn replied with a smile.