Guo Kaiwen's eyes turned to look at Ye Wenxuan, who was sitting at the front, with a smile on his face.

"I want to thank Ye Wenxuan, who wears many hats in this drama, it is because of his strong support that the movie can be made so smoothly, so that I can make the movie without distractions, and I don't have to worry about miscellaneous things. ”

"It can be said that this is the least time I have encountered making movies in my life, and it is also the most comfortable. I kind of understand why so many friends in the circle like to cooperate with Times Group, it's really worry-free!"

Guo Kaiwen stood on the stage and praised Ye Wenxuan, which made Ye Wenxuan a little embarrassed.

Without too much chatter, Guo Kaiwen said for five minutes, ended his speech, walked off the stage, and announced the official start of the finale banquet.

Ye Wenxuan and the others were sitting at the table in the center of the banquet hall, and all the important people were seated, and Yue Ruyuan and Huo Qihua were also at this table.

The finale banquet is often the most lively, and today is no exception, after Guo Kaiwen announced, the scene quickly became lively.

Everyone pushed the glasses and changed the glasses, and soon the wine bottles were all over the floor.

……

Li Zhixin sat at the photographer's exclusive table, and after three rounds of drinking, Li Zhixin was a little drunk, and his bladder was a little up.

Got up from the chair a little staggered, and Li Zhixin patted his friend next to him: "Zhiwei, go to the toilet and smoke a cigarette?"

Fan Zhiwei waved his hand, wanting to refuse, but seeing Li Zhixin's staggering appearance, he still stood up.

"Let's go, let's go, you can't drink enough and you're still strong, it's really ......" Fan Zhiwei complained and helped Li Zhixin to walk towards the toilet.

Li Zhixin's face was wine-colored, and he said with a smile: "Aren't you happy today, even if you drink and vomit, you have to drink!"

When Fan Zhiwei heard this, he shook his head and came to the toilet with Li Zhixin.

Coming to the toilet, the two stood in front of the urinal, unbuttoned their pants and began to waterproof.

At this time, two people came in the toilet again, both tall Europeans and Americans, with strong muscles.

The two stood in line behind Fan Zhiwei and Li Zhixin, talking to each other.

"Chaplin, the finale banquet where the movie was held is in full swing. ”

"I asked, it's a movie called "The Grandmaster", it's made in Chinese kung fu, and the starring role in it is Ye Wenxuan, an international superstar!"

"Haha, Huaxia Kung Fu? Huaquan embroidered legs are almost the same, just their gang, I can fight a group of people. ”

"You've said this, Ye Wenxuan can be inside, can you beat him?"

The two of them teased as if no one was around, their voices were not suppressed in the slightest, and the two of them chatted in English, so they didn't worry about others hearing it.

These two people are not ordinary people. One is called Chaplin and the other is Field, both of them are stars of American imperialist Hollywood, and their coffee positions are not very large, but they are not low, and they are both in a first-line position.

The two are famous Hollywood action stars who have made many Hollywood blockbusters, although they have not played the leading roles, but they are also important supporting roles.

The two were invited to come to Huaxia to make a movie this time, and the movie seemed bloody to the two of them. But there was no way, the price was too high, and the two of them were moved.

The generosity of Chinese investors is world-famous all over the world, and many foreign movie stars can get much higher salaries than in their home countries, so many well-known foreign actors are willing to come to China to do some private work.

"Ye Wenxuan, I really can't beat him, but the rest of them, haha, can only be said to be weak chickens!" Chaplin laughed, his tone full of disdain.

"Huaxia Kung Fu, it's a nice thing to say, it's just a dance of a group of men, it's not good-looking, how do you say that, oh, embroidered pillows!" Field chimed in.

Chaplin and Field teased each other, unabashedly speaking.

What the two didn't know was that Li Zhixin and Fan Zhiwei, who were in front of the two, both knew English, and they were very proficient in English.

The photographers who can be selected by Guo Kaiwen are all the elite among photographers. Most of them have gone abroad for further study, and English is a must-have skill for them.

Li Zhixin turned his head and looked at Field behind him with his eyes, his face slightly hideous.

“Fuck you！”

Li Zhixin spoke English colloquial and came to a classic national scolding.

Fidel was stunned for a second, and then his face became ugly, and he was actually scolded.

"What are you talking about? Yellow-skinned monkey, are you looking for death?!" Field directly grabbed Li Zhixin by the collar and lifted Li Zhixin up.

In front of the 1.91-meter-tall Field, Li Zhixin is only 1.72 meters tall, weak like a child.

Li Zhixin looked directly into Field's eyes, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he spat on Field's face with a mouthful.

Field was so insulted by Li Zhixin, how could he bear it.

was invited to Huaxia, and was constantly flattered everywhere he went, and even the leading actors in the play had to be polite to the two of them in the crew, and the investors invited them to dinner every once in a while.

Today, the investors invited them to dinner, hoping that they could introduce some Hollywood friends.

What's more, Fidel naturally believes that the white race is nobler than the yellow race, and this thinking is even more ingrained.

couldn't bear it, Field couldn't bear it anymore, and swung a fist the size of a sandbag and hit Li Zhixin hard in the face, directly knocking Li Zhixin down, and his nose was bleeding nonstop.

When Fan Zhiwei saw this scene, he originally drank some wine and woke up.

"Why are you beating people!" Fan Zhiwei was shocked and angry, and scolded the two of them in English.

"He scolded me, shouldn't I beat him? If this is in the United States, I will shoot him!" Field, as he should, very justifiably.

Chaplin, who was beside Field, pushed Fan Zhiwei heavily and threatened: "Hurry up and help him up, and then get out, or I will beat you together!"

After speaking, he bumped Fan Zhiwei with his body, and the threat was self-evident.

Fan Zhiwei was so aggrieved that he wanted to die, but the hero didn't suffer the loss in front of him, helped Li Zhixin up, and walked back to the banquet hall with Li Zhixin in his arms.

The two entered the banquet hall and immediately surprised everyone at the door.

Looking at Li Zhixin's miserable appearance, his face was blue, his face was covered with blood, and his body was also wet, and he looked very embarrassed.

"Brother Li, what's wrong with you, how did you become like this?"

"Brother Li is being beaten, who did it, how did he beat people like this, this is too much!"

"This is the Shangri-La Hotel, how can anyone still beat someone?"

……

The people at the door, many people who knew Li Zhixin, stood up and came to Li Zhixin, looked at Li Zhixin with concern, and asked the reason for the matter.