Chapter 135: Night Market

ps: The new book "Geek" is updated on the 15th, and this time it is very well prepared, and there are more than 300,000 words in the manuscript alone, I hope you can support it more when the time comes. ยค๏ผŒ

The day after the release of "Impunity", Xiansen left the United States.

At the premiere, he said that he needed to study, and for directors who have already made many hit films, learning does not mean going to some so-called film school to listen to professors who have never made a film, or buying a few books about film and staying at home to study. After all, he already has his own style of filmmaking, which is innate to every director, and forcibly changing it will only backfire.

So Xiansen chose to travel, he has always felt that movies are another form of life, and only by better experiencing life and drawing nutrients from life can he make a breakthrough, after all, he doesn't want to rely on the help of his own internal system all the time.

Success through shortcuts is a way that everyone dreams of, but a person who has succeeded still relies on shortcuts, it seems too opportunistic, making movies is Xiansen's job, making good movies is his ideal, he can choose shortcuts for work, but he doesn't want to let his dreams be discounted because of this, sometimes, he is such an idealist.

He didn't tell anyone about leaving the United States, and it wasn't until he got on the plane that he sent a text message to Rachel, the content was very simple, nothing more than some greetings, he didn't explain the reason for his departure, Rachel didn't ask much, I don't know when, there was an indescribable tacit understanding between the two.

Born in economy class, he was essentially a casual man and didn't have the hobbies of some rich people, even though he was the youngest billionaire in the United States. In Leonardo's words, he was just an ordinary man. Money means nothing to him other than to make a movie and prove that it is a success.

For his friend's jokes, Xiansen didn't feel anything wrong, he liked this kind of life, just like some people like good cars and famous houses, this is just his living habits, and it has nothing to do with morality.

The first stop of the trip was Asia, from Los Angeles to Hong Kong, a cross-time zone sailing experience. There weren't too many accidents on the plane, even if Xiansen had been making up the scene of the terrorist hijacking, until the plane landed. Except for the airline meal, which made him very unaccustomed to it, everything was fine.

Get off the plane, no one picks you up, in this era when entertainment stars have gradually disappeared, there is only one reason to do this, that is, Xiansen has no agent, yes, many times when your daily life is linked to the interests of another person, no matter what the purpose. You're going to lose a lot of your space.

Because of the jet lag, Xiansen felt a little tired, found a hotel near the airport, and moved in alone with his suitcase. I slept for more than ten hours. When he woke up, it was already midnight, he was a little hungry, and the hotel had no room service at this time, so he had no choice but to do so. Xiansen had no choice but to put on his clothes and walked out of the hotel.

Hong Kong has a lot of nights, at least much more lively than American cities. America at night is dark. In the West, where the rich and elite choose to live on the outskirts, the urban areas are home to the poor and homeless, and there is a hidden side to the violence, drugs, pornography, and the American city at night.

Xiansen didn't like American nights, and when he was very young, he always remembered that his father would take him to some street shops to eat in the evening, and although it was not necessarily hygienic, he was very happy.

There is a night market near the airport, which is crowded and brightly lit. Hong Kong food tastes a unique greasy taste, although it is not very palatable, but there are many kinds of patterns, all the way down, there is not much to eat, but there are more than ten paper bags in hand.

"Are you weird?"

A somewhat hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him, and when I looked back, I saw a girl in a peaked cap and denim shorts sitting cross-legged on the guardrail on the side eating ice cream.

"You're wearing a limited-edition custom suit that Prada launched at Milan Men's Fashion Week this year, and you're sprinkled with Clive Kissteen NO.1 perfume, tsk, such a rich boy actually came to this night market to eat, aren't you afraid of being robbed?"

The girl's words made Xiansen a little surprised, the clothes on his body were all bought by Rachel, and the perfume was given to him by Leonardo, to be honest, once Xiansen always felt that a man sprinkled perfume was either fox smell or gay, but this Clive Skidin No.1 perfume made him change this attitude, the smell of this perfume made him obsessed, there was a smell of the field behind his home when he was a child.

"You, a girl who looks less than twenty years old, are dressed so revealingly, don't go home so late, and run to the night market to eat ice cream, aren't you afraid?"

Without answering the girl's question, Xiansen asked with a smile.

"Me?"

The girl jumped off the guardrail, took off her cap, brushed her left hair, and said, "Do you think anyone will rob me now?" โ€

Looking at the left side of the girl's face, under the dim street lamp, a black spot was particularly dazzling.

"It's pretty professional, it's just not scary enough, you see, you can't see it when you cover your hair."

As a director, Xiansen could see at a glance that the black spot on the girl's left side was turned out, and he didn't deliberately say it, some things can be done until the point is over.

"Your eyesight is quite good, my name is Chen Fala, get to know me."

The girl threw the unfinished ice cream into the garbage bin, then walked up to Xiansen, raised her head, and stretched out her right hand.

"Actually, your eyesight is better than mine."

Xiansen shook his head with a smile, then took out a business card from his pocket, handed it to the girl in front of him and said, "This is my business card, if you receive news that I have plans to make a new film in Asia, remember to contact me to audition." โ€

After speaking, he took out a pineapple bun from the bag in his hand and walked towards the hotel while nibbling on it.

"Thank you, Director Mister."

Hearing the girl's slightly excited voice, Xiansen sighed helplessly, he could already have a premonition of what kind of scene he would experience tomorrow.

"By the way, can I ask you a question?"

As if thinking of something, Xiansen turned around and walked back, and said as he walked: "You sat next to me on the plane, why didn't you say a word to me?" You know, I was bored for hours. โ€

"If you say too much, you must lose, I'm an actor, not to mention that I didn't think of a line that could leave you with a reflection at the time."

"Honest, good."

Hearing such an answer, Xiansen gave a thumbs up, and then said: "Will the reporter know that I am coming to Hong Kong tomorrow?" โ€

"Yes!"

"You're going to say it?"

"No, I wrote a blog on the plane" (to be continued......