Went Abroad to Be a Director, Shook Hollywood’s Box Office - Chapter 7

The moment Dr. Horner agreed to join the team, Qin Feng’s spirits instantly lifted.

When it came to scientific consultants, there was no one more perfect than Dr. Horner—absolutely no one.

“Fantastic! Doctor, I’ll head over to see you right away.”

After hanging up, Qin Feng left the library and hailed a taxi.
At the museum, a staff member directed him to the third floor—Dr. Horner’s office.

“Doctor, it’s wonderful that you’re willing to join our project!”

Dr. Horner set down his work and extended his hand with a warm smile.
“I’ve been thinking about it. Some work shouldn’t just be buried in research. It’s important to share our results with the world.”

“You’re absolutely right.”

Qin Feng pulled out a sheet of paper. “Here’s a list of ten dinosaur species that will appear in the film. Please take a look and prepare as much reference material as you can.”

“Alright.” Dr. Horner accepted the paper and glanced over it.

On the list were: Velociraptor, Brachiosaurus, Parasaurolophus, Dilophosaurus, Tyrannosaurus Rex, Triceratops, Gallimimus, Pteranodon, Spinosaurus, and Stegosaurus.

“Whoa… that’s quite the lineup! From land to sky, all very representative species,” Dr. Horner said with a nod of approval.

“Who wrote the screenplay? Whoever it is must be extremely knowledgeable about dinosaurs!”

Qin Feng smiled and pulled out another document. “I did, Doctor. You can take a look when you have time.”

Dr. Horner looked him over again—this young Asian man, sharp and confident, clearly wasn’t ordinary. “You wrote it yourself? Impressive! You really know your stuff, young man.”

“You flatter me.”

“By the way, Dr. Horner,” Qin Feng continued, “the consultant’s fee will need to be processed at our company headquarters. And please, do keep the script confidential.”

“Understood, you have my word.”

“When will you be able to travel?”

“I’ll need to wrap up my current work and request leave from the museum. Probably the day after tomorrow.”

“Got it. Then I’ll return first—you can come on your own when you’re ready.”

“No problem.”

After finalizing their plans, the two parted ways.
With his business in Missoula concluded, Qin Feng booked an evening flight back to Los Angeles.

The departure hall wasn’t crowded; only small groups sat scattered around.
As he casually glanced around, his eyes caught on a strikingly beautiful woman—and he froze for a moment. She looked familiar.

The woman sat alone, reading a newspaper.
She had voluminous golden curls, oversized sunglasses, and lush red lips that exuded a sensual, untamed charm. Her whole presence radiated the aura of a goddess.

“Wait a second… isn’t that—”

He finally realized who she was.
Scarlett Johansson.

At this point in time, she wasn’t yet a global superstar—often taking on small-budget Hollywood films and rarely worried about being recognized.

Qin Feng hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to approach her.

Then inspiration struck.
He confidently walked over, pulling out a notebook and pen.

“Miss Scarlett, could I please have your autograph?”

Scarlett lifted her head, startled. She hadn’t expected anyone to recognize her—especially with such huge sunglasses on.

The man standing before her was tall, with Asian features, slightly wavy medium-length hair, and deep, gentle eyes. His smile alone could melt hearts.
If she hadn’t been wearing those sunglasses, she might have actually blushed under his gaze.

“Miss Scarlett…?” Qin Feng prompted when she didn’t respond.

“Oh—of course!”
She took the pen and swiftly signed her name.

“Thank you,” Qin Feng said with a polite smile. “I’m a big fan of yours—it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Really?” Scarlett returned the smile, her tone half teasing. “Then tell me—which of my films have you seen?”

She assumed he was just saying that to strike up a conversation.
After all, she’d been acting since childhood, and her roles varied wildly in quality—many of her recent projects were ones even she didn’t like to recall.

But Qin Feng replied smoothly, without missing a beat.
“Quite a few—Match Point, Lost in Translation, Girl with a Pearl Earring, and Ghost World.”

Scarlett’s eyes widened in surprise, her lips curving into a small, delighted smile.
“Those are actually some of my best-reviewed films. Thank you—you must be a real fan.”

If he weren’t, he wouldn’t have named those titles so effortlessly.

Qin Feng then handed her his business card. “Are you heading to Los Angeles as well, Miss Scarlett? Perhaps we could chat on the way.”

Scarlett glanced down at the card. It read:
Qin Feng — Assistant Director & Screenwriter, Universal Pictures.

“Wow! You’re a film director?” she exclaimed, visibly impressed.
It was rare to meet such a young director—especially one so composed.

Qin Feng chuckled lightly. “Just an assistant director, actually.”

“You’re still young,” she said with a grin. “I’m sure you’ll be the main director soon enough.”

“Thank you,” he replied with an easy smile.
In truth, he already planned to direct his own film once Jurassic Park wrapped up.

Scarlett removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of luminous blue eyes filled with curiosity.
“Mr. Qin, you’re not American, are you?”

“No, I’m from China,” Qin Feng replied. “I recently came here to develop my career.”

He couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked up close—her eyes, her features, the perfect harmony of it all.
At this point, she had yet to play Marvel’s Black Widow and had no idea she’d one day be known worldwide as “ScarJo.”
Her true era hadn’t begun yet.

“So you’re also heading back to Los Angeles?” she asked.

“That’s right. What about you, Miss Scarlett—what are you busy with these days?”

“Not much,” she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m preparing for an audition. It’s for an art film.”

An art film? Qin Feng almost laughed.
Come on, you’re destined to be an action icon! The world’s most famous Black Widow!

“I have a suggestion…” he said with a faint smile.

“Oh? What is it?”

“You should try to take on more action films. Someday, big-budget productions might come knocking.”

“Action films?” She gave a helpless laugh. “You think I don’t want to? I just can’t get those roles.”

She had been working hard to stay in shape, training constantly, but still—no one was offering her an action role.

As they chatted, the loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing the boarding for the Los Angeles flight.

Both of them stood up.

“Looks like we’re on the same flight,” Qin Feng said.

“What a coincidence.”

Scarlett put her sunglasses back on, and the two continued chatting casually as they boarded the plane together.

Both were seated in business class—Scarlett a few rows ahead. Qin Feng could just see the curve of her shoulders and the flow of her golden hair.

As the plane prepared for takeoff, Scarlett turned around with a bright smile and waved at him—so down-to-earth, so unlike a typical star.
Qin Feng waved back, his gentle smile effortlessly sincere.

Scarlett faced forward again, but the smile lingered on her lips.
I can’t believe it… am I actually feeling something for an Asian man?

This ridiculous, fluttery feeling!

That long, dark hair… and he’s still so handsome!

And that smile—God, that smile!

She pinched her own cheek lightly, trying to steady her thoughts.
A few minutes later, she couldn’t help herself and glanced back again.

To her shock—
Qin Feng was resting his chin on one hand, and at that exact moment, their eyes met.

For an instant, time seemed to freeze.

Their gazes locked.

Scarlett’s heart gave a violent thump.

She quickly turned back around, cheeks burning.

(End of Chapter)