"Drinking party, what drinking party?"

Xu Hui answered the phone, and Chen Sangsang informed him that there was a drinking party tomorrow night that he needed to attend.

"It's a grand gathering between filmmakers and literati to communicate with each other, and it is said that there will be many local talents in Hong Kong to participate!"

"Come on, where did the talent in Xiangjiang come from, Huang Zhanxian passed away, Jin Yong sealed the pen, Cai Yan was obsessed with food, and Ni Frame Standard sold his reputation and reputation..."

Xu Hui was disdainful, and subconsciously, he decided that the so-called 'Four Talents of Xiangjiang' were all commercial touts...

“… Boss, you'd better attend, after all, there are a lot of filmmakers on site, and communicating with them can also broaden the market in Xiaxiangjiang..."

"Huang Wen told you!"

Listening to this tone, you know that it must be Huang Wen's request.

“… Boss, we're still on someone's turf after all..."

"Got it, you inform the organizers, I will be there on time tomorrow night. ”

Xu Hui smiled and hung up the phone.

"What's wrong?"

Deng Chao and Wu Jing glanced at Xu Hui a little puzzled, and the latter shrugged: "I'm going to have a drinking party tomorrow..."

"Do I want to stay with you?"

Wu Jing was a little worried, he had been in Xiangjiang for a few years, and he probably knew what kind of character Xiangjiang filmmakers were like.

Huddles, and there's a high-minded posture...

"You're not a girl, you accompany me to the drinking party? Don't worry, you're all adults, it's impossible to slap your face in the face!"

“… I want to look at you, with your character, I'm really afraid that you will mess up other people's drinking parties!"

“… Am I that kind of person?"

Xu Hui was a little speechless, he always felt that having a city in his chest was one of his few advantages...

Hehe, what person with a city in his heart would slap someone in public?

……

The literature of a place is closely related to the character of the city itself.

This place in Xiangjiang is very special, it is a colony.

At the beginning, its literary color was naturally politically indifferent, and a martial arts culture led by Jin Yong and Liang Yusheng emerged during this period.

Then, after the negotiations began in the 80s of the last century, correspondingly, the disappearance of Hong Kong's existing colonial identity suddenly awakened the local cultural consciousness of Hong Kong people, so there were a large number of "nostalgic" works that reconstructed the history of Hong Kong.

In 1984, with the signing of the Joint Declaration, Hong Kong entered a 12-year transition period for the return of Hong Kong. This transition is not only a political and social transition, but also a search for Hong Kong people's own cultural identity. Many local writers have directly used this as a node to construct a diverse and rich territory of "Old Xiangjiang", trying to find the cultural and political belonging of the "home city" from the historical context.

The overlapping and collision of multiple elements such as urban, historical, and postcolonial discourse also creates a subtle and unique textual temperament for such literary works.

However, only after the return, the pace of Xiangjiang has accelerated again.

The rhythm of the modern big city was destined to contradict the traditional classics, and during this period, 'fast food literature' appeared, and a bunch of magazines and newspapers gradually replaced real literature.

Most of the real great writers live in small towns!

Wang Xiaobo, Yu Hua, Mo Yan, Jia Pingwa...

Even if Wang Shuo, the era in which people live is the capital in the 80s...

Therefore, what did Chen Sangsang say about the reception where literati gathered, Xu Hui almost laughed, where did Xiangjiang come from as a pure literati?

The relationship between the literati and the filmmakers in Hong Kong is often very close.

The spread of film is always one step faster than the spread of literature, after all, it is an intuitive visual enjoyment.

Therefore, it is understandable that there are literati in the middle of the filmmakers' gathering!

……

"No need to toss, just that white dress!"

Xu Hui sat in the VIP room of Dior's flagship store, a little helplessly watching Tong Liya try on clothes over and over again.

It's been two hours, even if it's his favorite entry and exit exercise, he will be impatient, watching the two-hour costume show, Xu Hui just wants to leave quickly...

"No, I can't be ashamed!"

Yaya's face was full of excitement, and she didn't mean to stop at all.

This is a Dior dress monopoly!

There are a lot of dresses here, Yaya has only heard of them, and has never seen them with her own eyes.

If it weren't for Xu Hui, she wouldn't have had a chance to wear so many good-looking dresses!

As the image ambassador of Dior Asia, Pao Hui can take people to try this kind of thing, and he can do it in one sentence...

Looking at Yaya's face full of 'I still want it', Xu Hui stopped talking, lowered his head and continued to play with his mobile phone, searching for 'how to persuade a female companion who has fallen into madness to leave the women's clothing store?'

The answers were varied, with the highest praise being 'You can't wake up a sleeping person unless it's a courier...'

Damn, what is this?

"The reception started at five o'clock, and it's already half past four..."

After another hour, Xu Hui had to give a reminder.

During this time, he drank a cup of coffee and ate three muffins...

"Ahh

“… You are the most beautiful in the world!"

It's really not Xu Hui's perfunctory, but this purple fishtail skirt is very flattering.

With a pink diamond necklace, it adds a sense of feminine maturity to her.

"Alright, let's go!"

Yaya was also very satisfied with this body, and after looking at the mirror for a long time, Shi Shiran left the VIP room...

……

In the lobby of the Peninsula Hotel, there are many well-dressed men in suits and leather shoes, chatting with each other with wine glasses.

If you look at it, these are familiar faces to the public.

Chen Jiashang, Ma Chucheng, Wang Jing, Chen Kexin, Wen Xuan...

There are also many reporters who come and go, but the reporters who can enter the reception are basically well-known people, at least the reporters of the regular newspaper.

The questions asked are also about movies and politics, and there are basically no people who don't open their eyes to gossip.

It's all mixed society, and you always have to pay attention to some rules!

"Ni Zhen is here..."

Someone whispered about it.

"It's coming!"

Ni Zhen is not a well-known figure, except for his wife and father, there is basically nothing worth writing about.

“… Ni Box is also here!"

"Really, Ni Lao is also here, so I really want to go and see you!"

Ni Huan's identity is amazing, don't look at Xu Hui, he can not care, he can be sarcastic, but he is a real literary hero in Xiangjiang!

Ni was the most prolific and diverse writer, and he described himself as "the man who wrote the most Chinese characters since the beginning of human beings."

There are countless works, "Wesley" series, "Yuan Zhenxia" series, he also wrote martial arts, "Six Finger Piano Demon", and also worked as a screenwriter...

In short, a living legend!

However, he is now seventy-five years old, how could he come to this year's drinking party?

"Elder Ni, you're here too, why don't you let us send a car to pick you up?"

The first to go out was the host Yang Shoucheng.

Don't look at Lao Yang's palm of the emperor, calling for wind and rain in the Xiangjiang entertainment circle, but in front of Ni Frame, he is still just a small character!

"Haha, I heard that there is a director from the mainland who is quite talented, I want to see it!"

Ni Frame sat down with a smile: "You talk about yours, don't worry about me..."

“… Are you talking about the young director Xu Hui?"

"Yes, it's called that, I heard that he wanted to buy Cha Lao's martial arts works, and I wondered if I could buy my works by the way..."

Yes, you're here to do business!