Although it was morning, the sky in New York was overcast, as if rain was imminent.
Yesterday, Wang Yang flew from Los Angeles to the Big Apple City, and he stayed at the same hotel on Park Avenue in Manhattan, near Broadway, which was convenient for finding candidates for Juno. He was mentally prepared to stay in New York for a while—if Natalie Portman wasn't suitable for Juno, or if she was unwilling to perform, he would have to hold auditions in New York, as the eligible actresses in Los Angeles were basically exhausted.
"Mark, I know, you're such a nag!" Wang Yang stood on the balcony looking out at the street scene, saying irritably into his phone, "I won't screw it up on purpose. Now that I'm in New York, I'll do everything possible to make this right! If Natalie Portman is really right for Juno, I will absolutely cling to her, pester her all the way to Harvard University, okay?"
