Zhang Meixi has long known that Mr. Shandong is a fictitious figure in the newspaper, and she has accepted it calmly and even occasionally used this reputation. But after she saw the movie version of "The Legend of Mr. Shandong", she was still a little worried, compared to the newspaper's five points of truth, five points of falsehood. This movie is complete nonsense.

On Tuesday, the young master comforted her:

"Didn't you love to listen to books and operas before? They make up stories in this routine, movies are just different carriers, and in essence, they are still programs that ordinary people use for fun, so naturally they can't get rid of these gods, ghosts, and fixed routines. ”

Zhang Meixi was still a little worried, so she simply went through the newspapers and magazines of entertainment film reviews, and found that this Chinese citizen is really sensible, reality is reality, and stories are stories, and they can be clearly distinguished.

This kind of brain capacity is no different from the netizens who read serialized Xianxia novels on the Internet for entertainment in later generations, and it is really a Chinese clan inherited by blood.

In addition to admiration, Zhang Meixi simply responded to the call of film critic Zhihuan and exported domestic fairy and ghost films, established a positive image to resist insulting films, and implanted the image of Chinese heroes among the American people.

This process is subtle, and the effect can only be seen slowly.

Regarding the international situation, Zhang Meixi is constantly calculating, and those who calculate others will also be counted by others.

The camera still pulls back to that legendary night of Mr. Shandong.

On an early spring night in Shanghai, there is just no moon in the sky, and the sky is full of stars.

The stars in the sky were so far away, and when the starlight approached the ground, it was defeated by the bustling lights of the human world. The Guangming Cinema is brightly lit, and the road in front of the door is also bright as daytime.

The Taohuaju group walked out of the theater and decided to buy roasted sweet potatoes to eat.

Miss Lily excitedly introduces to Miss Amy:

"Exceptionally sweet. Exceptionally delicious! ”

Miss Amy smiled:

"I know, it's like baking potatoes!"

Miss Lily shook her head exaggeratedly:

"No, my dear, you'll know right away, it's different."

The sweet potato vendor didn't know English, but he habitually showed his goods to big customers and reached out to break open a sweet potato. Moment. Sweet aromas spread in the cold air of an early spring night.

Miss Lily made an intoxicating breath expression that can only be found in a top-notch perfume.

Miss Amy laughed too, her mouth slightly open, and the playful mole on her lips filled with joy.

Director Qian stood two meters behind them. Wearing an ordinary robe, horse coat, white woolen scarf. He and Miss Lily were in love, but their eyes were fixed on Miss Amy's back.

Both English ladies wore suit-style trench coats and hats decorated with exaggerated stacked flowers. One is pink and the other is bright yellow. You can't make a mistake.

Young Master Tuesday, raised his hand and patted Director Qian's shoulder, approached his ear again, and half-covered his mouth. In a playful tone, he whispered:

"Hey, I want to use a beautiful man again, you're very ordinary!"

Director Qian's tone was very cold:

"It's a trick. What is it used for? It's an old rule that Qingzi is gone. ”

He spoke of the bandits, and thought Miss Amy was a spy. It should be killed with a knife.

Young Master Tuesday shook his head:

"The eldest lady likes these people the most, Luluzi."

Zhang Meixi is very accustomed to dealing with people from Europe and the United States, based on the East and looking at the world. She felt that there was no need to kill Europeans and Americans with goals, and the world was open after all.

In the pharmaceutical industry, you are not afraid of people sharing the cake, you can set a high price, and the people who handle it can double it, and there is still some money. Ping An people themselves are a billion-dollar industry, and if Europeans and Americans want to share it, it will grow into a two-billion-dollar industry.

When China has its own sound industrial system, it is time to fight them, or not to be in a hurry. Slow it down, when the electronics industry arrived.

Director Qian had a smile on his face and walked over to the sweet potato stall:

"You don't have to choose for so long, just buy it, boss, let's make a round."

After saying that, he threw a shiny silver dollar to the vendor.

The vendor carefully wrapped all the ripe sweet potatoes in newspaper, and said in embarrassment:

"Uncle, the rest of this is raw, and you have to wait another quarter of an hour."

Miss Lily waved her hand:

"That's enough, extra money, it's a tip."

The vendor's mouth cracked all of a sudden, his face turned into a chrysanthemum, and he bent down again and again to nod his head in thanks.

It is popular in European, American and Republican societies to tip those who provide services.

So they were all very skillful, and Miss Lily took Miss Amy's arm and walked straight forward. Naturally, someone in the back helped them with their things.

From the Guangming Theater to the Jin Ding Xuan Restaurant for supper, it is only more than 200 meters away, which is one of the most prosperous sections of Shanghai at night. Entering the lobby of Jin Ding Xuan, there are wine jars stacked on top of each other, sealed with red paper, and big holes written on them.

The guys from the hotel greeted them, knowing that they had booked a box, so they hurriedly went to the second floor to invite, and Zhang Meixi walked first.

Miss Lily took a few steps back, put her arm around Miss Amy's shoulders, and introduced her to the drink:

"This is a famous wine in China, you must taste it, it is a trademark with the reputation of a great family."

After introducing for a minute, when they went to the box on the second floor, they entered a different room with Zhang Meixi.

Miss Amy walked into the box, but Miss Lily went out in a flash. She immediately felt that something was wrong. The door had been sealed by the blank-looking White Russian bodyguards.

Miss Amy stuck her tongue out and licked her lips gently, as if she was about to make a seductive look at the White Russian bodyguards, but suddenly she felt bored again and turned her face cold:

"What about your boss?"

The White Russian bodyguard moved out slightly, and Director Qian slowly walked in, without looking at Miss Amy, and walked straight to the table in the box and sat down, and a guy came in with a tray.

Director Qian stretched out his hand and poured himself a cup of tea.

Miss Amy walked over leisurely and reached out to pour herself a cup of tea:

Director Qian put the teacup heavily on the table, and there was a bang.

Miss Amy's hand twitched for a moment, but she still smiled and said:

"I think there are two teacups, so I think there should be my tea."

Director Qian smiled:

"Your monthly salary is sixty in the ocean, and naturally you can eat tea, Miss Typist."

Amy laughs:

"If you have anything to say, please explain!"

Director Qian clapped his hands and said:

"Very well, then I will understand, yesterday morning, Miss Shirley wanted to leave Shanghai by boat, but was intercepted at the customs, the customs thought that she had stolen Chinese secrets, and she is now drinking tea in the customs prison, would Miss Amy want to explain anything about this?"

Amy's face changed:

"No way, she didn't steal secrets at all, and you can't find anything."

…… (To be continued.) )