97. Of course, I choose to believe in you

It was already evening when the plane arrived at Hong Kong Island International Airport, the subtropics were indeed warmer than the temperate zone, Han Fei put on a thin coat and walked to the exit with his suitcase, the crew said that they would send someone to pick it up, and they didn't know if the goods would come on time.

"Here, Fei Zai. ”

Hearing someone calling, Han Fei pulled his sunglasses down and looked towards the source of the sound, and couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Brother Xiang, you came in person. Han Fei ran over in small steps and said.

Zeng Guoshen patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "How about it, it's interesting enough." ”

"Enough, enough. Han Fei smiled, the director came to pick up the plane in person, and the standard of treatment was quite high.

When he arrived at the parking place, Han Fei took it for granted and went to the right door, and as soon as he opened the door, hey, why did he have an extra steering wheel, oh, by the way, Hong Kong Island is the right hand drive, the strange habits left by the British.

"Haha, stupid boy, do you want to drive the car?" Zeng Guoshen put his hands in his pockets, seeing that Han Fei was making a joke, he couldn't help it.

"Excuse me. Han Fei smiled, and turned to the other side, Pick up the car?

The airport is located in the outlying islands area, and the last time Han Fei went to Hong Kong Island was because he had to transfer to the United Kingdom, and he did not have leisure time to wander around the city.

For Hong Kong Island, he still has a great curiosity, after all, he has watched Hong Kong Island movies since he was a child, what Kowloon, Wan Chai, Yau Tsim Mong, Lion Rock, Nathan Road, although these places have never been to, but the name has long been like thunder.

Zeng Guoshen drove very steadily, presumably an old driver, the car drove all the way along the airport line, the days are short and the nights are long in winter, the window has been shrouded in night, and the continuous mountain trend can be seen from afar.

Zeng Guoshen introduced while driving: "This is the Tsing Ma Bridge, which was opened to traffic in May '97, and is the longest traffic bridge in the world, longer than the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. ”

"Not in a few years. ”

"Solution?"

Han Fei smiled, don't you know that my rabbit's nickname is called the infrastructure madman, he said: "Wait a few more years, the government will not build a bridge to connect Hong Kong, Zhuhai and Macao, and then the bridge will be called mighty." ”

"That's too much work, it's unrealistic. Zeng Guoshen didn't believe Han Fei's words.

"The lion who woke up has a big appetite. ”

Han Fei was not annoyed, he just replied with a smile, in fact, many people don't believe this, especially the so-called experts in the West, but they will see the magic of nature in the future.

Looking southwest from the Tsing Ma Bridge, that side should be the most prosperous area of Hong Kong Island, the Convention and Exhibition Center, the Bank of China Building, the Golden Bauhinia Square and other landmark buildings stand quietly there, but there is a first word that "the wind is always blown away by the rain and wind", once upon a time, Hong Kong Island was the land of wind and clouds, heroes, although there is still style, it is no longer majestic.

The car turned from an intersection to Qingquan Road, the speed gradually slowed down, and Han Fei asked, "This is the next highway?"

"That's right, go to Tsuen Wan and take this road, and this story of yours will be filmed in Tsuen Wan. Zeng Guoshen nodded yes.

Tsuen Wan? This place doesn't seem to be famous, don't go to Yau Tsim Mong and Wan Chai? The big brothers in the movie are all in Kowloon and Yau Tsim Mong.

"Brother Xiang, Tsuen Wan is the big D that Tsuen Wan?"

"Which big D?"

"Underworld", the one played by Liang Jiahui. ”

Zeng Guoshen was also happy after listening to it, and said with a smile: "You haven't been here, but the place name is quite familiar." ”

Han Fei pursed his lips and said, "Damn, Big D can't even choose a Fit person, which means that this place is not powerful." ”

"Haha, if you're unlucky, the crew just finished filming the scene in Mong Kok, and now it's transferred to Tsuen Wan. Zeng Guoxian smiled gloatingly.

Han Fei shrugged his shoulders, and said in his heart, no wonder you have time to pick up the plane, it turned out that you were taking advantage of the free time of the transition, I said, where did you get such a big face.

Entering Tsuen Wan District, although the traffic situation is not bad, the car is not fast, the old driver is the old driver, safety first.

Compared with the Hong Kong Island in the photographic works, Tsuen Wan is indeed a little less interesting, the skyline is not high, but the houses are very tightly built, and I can't wait to see the stitches, which is probably the "every inch of land is gold" advertised in the media.

The neon lights are colorful and colorful, and the people on the street are in a hurry, as if they are in a hurry to go to a nightclub or something like that.

The place to stay is called the Regent Hotel, well, it is different from the Regent Hotel in Xingye's "Domestic Lingling Paint", but I don't know if the front desk inside will also be played by Ruhua.

At best, it is to save space, at worst it is a small family, Han Fei feels that the hotel rooms on Hong Kong Island are really cramped, at least two percent smaller than the mainland, fortunately, he is just here to mix up the new copy, just have a decent residence, and he is not picky, but he just complained silently in his heart.

"You haven't eaten dinner yet, have you? ”

"Do duck noodles on the plane count?"

“……”

The accommodation was properly arranged, and Zeng Guoshen led Han Fei out of the hotel and went straight to a tea restaurant. The mountain is not high, the name is immortal, the water is not deep, and the dragon is spiritual, many food programs say that Hong Kong's food is hidden in the tea restaurants on the streets, and Han Fei still has a little expectation.

"Just order, I'm in for a treat. Finding a seat and sitting down, Zeng Guoshen joked.

Han Fei rolled his eyes, it's just a tea restaurant, even if you come in with a wall and go out with a wall, it won't be much to eat.

He complained while looking at the menu: "Brother Xiang, I originally thought that you were going to invite me to eat and stay at the Peninsula Hotel, but I didn't expect to end up in Tsuen Wan, alas, I miscalculated." ”

"Haha, do you want to invite you to Tsim Sha Tsui for a bath and sauna again?" Zeng Guoshen picked up the conversation and joked.

"I think it's okay. Han Fei replied seriously, and after reading the menu, he said: "Man, crystal shrimp dumplings, puff pastry baked barbecued pork buns, and a wonton noodle." ”

Zeng Guoshen looked like you were teasing me, his eyes were exaggerated, and he said, "Wow, you want to eat a whole cow." ”

"Man, a piece of frozen lemon, a portion of rice rolls, you young people can really eat it. ”

"Brother Xiang, aren't you okay, besides, the plane meal is too unpalatable, I saved my stomach and waited to land to taste the delicious taste of Hong Kong Island." ”

Zeng Guoshen is nine years older than Han Fei, but there doesn't seem to be a generation gap when chatting, neither of them has a straight temperament, they come and go, and they chat very well.

The shrimp dumplings are indeed crystal clear, the barbecued pork buns are also tender and juicy, and the wonton noodles are even more pleasant and refreshing, and Han Fei is very happy to eat.

"Brother Xiang, I forgive you for not filming my scenes in these prosperous areas of Yau Tsim Wang, just with the food in this tea restaurant, I can stay here for three months without being bored. ”

Zeng Guoshen pounded the rice noodles on the plate with chopsticks, took a small sip, drank another sip of frozen lemon, and pretended to be sorry and said: "Alas, that's really a pity, I also plan to take you across the sea by ferry after dinner, and go to the Macau casino to hang around." ”

Are you kidding me, Han Fei was chewing shrimp dumplings in his mouth, but an emoji popped up in his mind. I don't dare to go to the real casino, in case the pants are lost, if the casino catches me to be a cowherd, it is really a loss of money and soldiers, I think it is better to take a look at Macau's first online casino on the Internet, maybe there is a sex dealer online dealing.

"At first, I really didn't expect you to play this role, and when Jiang Sheng told me, I suspected that I had heard it wrong. After eliminating the rice rolls, Zeng Guoshen leaned on the back of the chair and said comfortably.

"I also got this opportunity by chance, and Mr. Jiang ordered my general at the celebration banquet of "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree". ”

Han Fei buried his head in hardship, and then asked, "Can I take the liberty of asking, who is going to play this role?"

“illiam。 ”

"Who is illiam, British prince?" Han Fei was quite speechless, Hong Kong Island people seem to love to call each other by their English names, he is an outsider, and he doesn't know who is who, Jacky, Andy, Leslie, Aaron, he knows a little about these famous people.

"Oh, illiam is Chan Wai Ting. Zeng Guo replied in detail.

It turned out to be this product, and it didn't lose money if it fell off, Han Fei had the impression that Chen Weiting either had a straight face and a paralyzed face, or he contributed a convulsive emoji in the incense starring Li Yifeng.

"By the way, Brother Xiang, why did you write a character with a mother-lover complex, do you think the audience can accept this positioning?" A cage of shrimp dumplings was eaten, Han Fei took a sip of his drink, touched his stomach and asked.

Zeng Guoshen held the frozen lemon in his hand, his face was very firm, and said: "Why can't you accept it, love knows no age, no class, no skin color, no race." ”

Han Fei put down his chopsticks, looked directly at Zeng Guoshen, and said, "Let me talk about my concerns, although I just finished acting in a love drama, but for this kind of span with such a huge span, uh, it can be said that it is not a good love, and I am really not sure that I can act it well." ”

Zeng Guoshen shook his head and responded: "Many people don't admit it, but I collected a lot of statistics from foreign sociologists before I started filming, and many men have a love-mother complex hidden in the depths of their thinking, and the problem is more or less. ”

Is it true or false? Which sociologist counts it? Can you give a source of arguments? Is the statistical sample space large enough? Is there a law of large numbers taken into account?

Seeing that Han Fei still had an expression of disbelief, Zeng Guoshen continued to Amway, just like a strange uncle abducting Xiao Zhengtai, and said: "This story is more or less a little bit of my own student days in it, when I was studying, I often went to a classmate's house to play, his mother is very beautiful and charming, every time I go, I will be very nervous, secretly watching her every move, and I am afraid of being discovered by others, of course, this attempted relationship is buried deep in my heart, and it is not revealed like Po." ”

Han Fei was stuffing noodles into his mouth, and when he heard this, he was immediately stunned, half of the noodles stopped outside, he didn't spit out, he didn't swallow either, you literary and artistic young people's thinking is really jumpy, and it is really different from our mortal brain circuits.

"Well, you have to believe in your own ability, and you have to believe in my ability to direct. ”

“……”

What else can I do, of course, I choose to believe you.