When I transform into Marvel, I also want to be the overlord

"Why didn't you say let 22 use it?" Maya said angrily.

"That's my question to you, can you do it? We can't make false advertisements," Luo Dan said expressionlessly.

"Why bother" Maya sighed.

Cage touched his chin and said: "This is also for the sake of hype. The plot can be shot like this, and then edit a few more versions to see the response from the test screenings. After all, we don't know the aliens' hobbies. If the aliens can accept the plot, Then there is no need to be so exaggerated, if

If the cultural differences are too big, just stud and use the movie as a promotional video for a respect-saving pill. In addition to attracting attention and earning box office, it also promotes Hammer health products. In short, it is the earth and the United States that benefit.

When the movie is released in the United States, we will change it to a normal version and remove all the advertisements, which will not destroy the quintessence of the United States. What do you think?"

"Cage, Shino is a national scholar," Lucas bowed.

"You're very good," Luodan said with a strange expression on his face.

Maya walked directly to Cage, patted his arm, and sighed: "No more words, Uncle Cage, you successfully won the worldwide endorsement of the Rejuvenating Pills series. We will shoot the commercial tomorrow. Pay the fee with star coins, and you can also buy alien figures from now on."

Uncle Cage's journey to the top is about to begin. It seems that the earth is no longer worthy of him, and the boundless sea of ​​stars is his limit.

"Maya, Cage just called me."

After returning home from school in the afternoon, Maya lay on the sofa and enjoyed a massage from her sister Skye. Well, she has been very busy these days, and Skye's skills seemed to be pretty good. She was dazed, so comfortable that she almost fell asleep, and then Jennifer, who was carrying a large box of pizza home, came over.

Seeing that Maya didn't respond, Jennifer turned her head, pinched Maya's nose and twisted it, "Damn girl, I'm talking to you."

"Snapped"

Maya knocked off her right hand and sighed: "If you don't cook dinner, James, you won't watch it, what do you think you are fooling around with all day long?"

"I also have my own business. Pizza is not dinner. James's grandparents want to see their grandson. What can I do? Maya, the wealth should not go to outsiders. Galaxy star is such a good opportunity, why not leave it to your own people?" Jennifer patted Maya's butt. A slap in the face and said angrily.

"You are going to play an important role in Star Wars, so you can no longer put on blue dye and pretend to be a Kree, understand," Maya said helplessly.

In Star Wars, Jennifer is blond, blue-eyed, and white-skinned, but the admiration film shows: Cage, a weakling from Earth, who has no superpowers, is discriminated against everywhere in the interstellar world, until he gets a magic pill that falls from the sky, and in an instant Become a strong man and conquer the Kree female general.

Well, this is an advertising plot jointly designed by more than a dozen Hollywood Best Editor Award winners.

It's very simple and very irritating. More than 900 looter prisoners said it.

They said that among the three great empires of the universe, Skrull women can transform and their looks are meaningless to them. Shia is a multi-ethnic country with no distinctive features. There are only Kree women. Blue skin is the most conspicuous, and female generals.

Now, the Publicity Department is considering whether to let people on Earth apply blue dye or to spend a lot of money to hire a Kree model.

Either way, Jennifer has no chance.

"Maya, why not find an alien hunk to play with me." Jennifer tried.

"Next time." Maya said perfunctorily.

Then, she turned over and sat up. While unpacking the pizza box, she shouted, "Jack, come out to eat."

After dinner, Maya changed her clothes and disappeared into the bedroom with a "swish" sound.

In an instant, Maya went from the dimly lit Manhattan to the rising sun in Tokyo Bay.

The sea breeze in spring brings not only the salty smell, but also the crisp singing of seabirds and the lush green of the shore.

Maya stood on top of a century-old camphor tree in Kudanboku, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo. She only looked down and frowned.

Early in the morning, countless Tokyo citizens were shouting slogans, shirtless, and busy at the construction site.

The reason why we knew they were citizens and not construction workers was because of the numerous cheering banners displayed on the construction site.

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