Warner Bros. Burbank Studio.
The motorcade entered through the VIP entrance, passed through a security gate, and drove onto the studio's internal roads.
From this point on, it was a completely different world from Hollywood Boulevard outside.
Hollywood Boulevard was a tourist trap where visitors snapped photos, a faded Walk of Fame populated by street hustlers and junkies in shoddy cosplay costumes begging for tips.
But here, this was the real dream factory.
Dozens of massive soundstages, each nearly the size of a football field, lined both sides of the asphalt road. Their exteriors were painted a uniform off-white, with stage numbers marked in bold black digits.
The asphalt was swept clean. Every few dozen yards, a white golf cart was parked by the roadside—the primary mode of transportation on the lot.
Every now and then, Li Wei would spot some peculiar sights.
