Chapter 318: Do You Think My Face Is Worth It?

"Silvio Berlusconi?" Lin Mingyang was stunned, he has never been very interested in politics, except for US President Obama, he basically doesn't know who the leaders of various countries are, and he doesn't have the interest to understand, but this Berlusconi impressed him deeply.

can make Lin Mingyang remember him, neither because this guy has been the prime minister of Italy three times, nor because he is the actual leader and honorary president of the famous football club AC Milan... It's just because not long ago, Aix once compared him with Lin Mingyang.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, Berlusconi is a legendary and controversial figure, and he is a modern version of the ancient Florentine king in Italy. At least in Marton's opinion, it should be an honor to receive an invitation to Berlusconi's birthday party.

Many people who receive invitations will feel this way, but Lin Mingyang is definitely an exception, at this time he is really thinking about whether he should wear what kind of dress he should wear to the banquet, but thinking about whether to sell Berlusconi's face.

"If I'm not mistaken, Berlusconi should still be the prime minister of Italy, right?"

Although he didn't know why Lin Mingyang would ask such a question, Marton nodded excitedly, "Mr. Berlusconi has been the Prime Minister of Italy for the third time since last year..."

The strange expression in Lin Mingyang's eyes made Marton's heart chuckle, and all the words he wanted to say were blocked in his throat, and he suddenly realized that his boss was not as enthusiastic about this party as he imagined.

"Are you an admirer of Berlusconi?"

Marton shook his head awkwardly, but Lin Mingyang nodded with satisfaction, and then asked:

"So you're an AC Milan fan?"

The embarrassed expression on Marton's face became more and more obvious, and he finally understood that he had guessed Lin Mingyang's idea wrong from the beginning, and it was ridiculous that he actually pushed Lin Mingyang to attend this party.

"I heard that Berlusconi doesn't have a good reputation in Europe?"

When Lin Mingyang asked this sentence, the embarrassment on Marton's face had turned into a wry smile. Whether it was before the Italian election or after the news of Berlusconi's election as the new prime minister, the mainstream media in Europe criticized Berlusconi. Before last year's election, the British "Economist", the Spanish "Le Monde", the French "Le Monde", the American "Financial Times", the "Wall Street Journal" and the "Los Angeles Times" all wrote articles criticizing Berlusconi, almost setting off a wave of "shellfishing". Even AC Milan fans, Silvio Berlusconi's "die-hard supporters", unfurled the slogan "If you want AC Milan, you don't want the prime minister" during the team's home game against Regina.

However, Berlusconi still led the center-right coalition to an overwhelming victory over the ruling center-left coalition in the Senate and the House of Representatives with a strong hand and superb political skills, and the Forza Italia party led by Berlusconi was also the largest party, in the words of the mainstream European media, "Italy has turned to the right".

"Are you sure he didn't invite me to a full-naked party?"

The "sex scandal" incident about Berlusconi, which had just been exposed by the Italian media, had not subsided, and Lin Mingyang mentioned it at this time, and Marton only felt that the invitation he was holding in his hand was "hot". Out of caution, he cautiously asked, "Then I'll find a reason for you to cancel this event?" ”

"No, no, I must go to this banquet"

Lin Mingyang waved his hand, and then pulled the invitation back from Marton's hand. The leap of his mind gave Marton a feeling that he couldn't keep up at all. Listening to Lin Mingyang's tone when he asked a series of questions just now, it was clear that he was not going to attend this party, but now he accepted the invitation, what is going on?

Lin Mingyang, who had been basking in the sun for a day on the beach, was already a little tired, and at this time sleepiness was surging, and he didn't bother to explain to Marton what is the truth of "a strong dragon does not suppress the head snake". The crew of "Fatal Bend" still has to stay in Italy for a while, and it is still necessary to have a good relationship with the local government. This time it was Berlusconi who took the initiative to show goodwill, and Lin Mingyang naturally had to respond positively, even if he was reluctant, at least he had to pretend, and he couldn't sweep the face of "Lao Bei" too much... But there is no need to explain these things to Marton, Lin Mingyang yawned and asked lazily:

"Anything else?"

Marton did not forget his own work at this time, and asked tirelessly: "Do you need me to arrange a special car for you when you go tomorrow?" ”

"Isn't there any arrangement for Berlusconi's car?" Lin Mingyang pursed his lips dissatisfiedly, and then said to himself: "This guy is too insincere, right?" ”

Before Marton could hear what he said, Lin Mingyang waved his hand bluntly, "That's it, I'll do it myself when I go tomorrow, and I'll tell you to let the car pick me up when I come back."

With that, the door slammed shut in front of Marton.

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An Airbus A310 taking off from Sicily slowly lands on the wide runway of Milan's Citadel Airport in the light of the setting sun. Ten minutes later, Lin Mingyang, who was wearing sunglasses, walked out of the VIP passage slowly.

"Hello, I need a taxi..."

Dialing the phone number on the billboard, Lin Mingyang was very depressed. The trip to Milan was not as smooth as he had imagined from the start. As soon as he walked out of the airport, he encountered a ** annoyance, and there was no taxi to be found near here.

After stopping three passers-by in succession, he finally met an English-speaking local, and when he asked, he learned that Milan has a good public transportation but few taxis in the city. Taxi drivers don't take passengers on the side of the road at all, passengers have to wait at the taxi station or call for a taxi, not to mention the extremely expensive fare, and the phone call also has to pay the driver extra fee from receiving the call to the place where the taxi is called, so locals and ordinary tourists rarely use this mode of transportation.

I finally called a taxi, but the driver took the note with the address and looked left and right, and finally asked in a strange tone, "Are you sure you want to go to this place?" ”

"Any questions?" Lin Mingyang looked at his watch, and the lack of time became more and more nervous in the driver's slow reaction.

"Sir, that place is the private estate of Italian Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi..."

The driver deliberately bit a heavy tone in the pronunciation of Berlusconi's name, implying that Lin Mingyang was mistaken.

"That's right, I'll go to that place... Hurry up and drive, I'm in a hurry."

Lin Mingyang urged continuously, but the driver didn't have any intention of starting the car.

He clasped his hands and turned his head to look at Lin Mingyang, the "strange" passenger, seriously: "Sir, although I don't know why you want to go to that place, I can tell you very clearly that with my car, you will definitely not be able to get close to that manor... The cars that can get in and out of that place are worth more than a million dollars."

The reason why he didn't drive was actually like this, Lin Mingyang laughed dumbly after hearing it, and he patted the driver's shoulder.

"Are you a native of Milan?"

The other nodded.

"Have you watched the news in the last two days?"

The other party still nodded, but the puzzled expression on his face became more and more obvious.

Lin Mingyang sighed softly, "Since you are a native of Milan and usually pay attention to the news, then you should know that today is Berlusconi... That is, the 73rd birthday of your superb Prime Minister. ”

"You know... But what does this have to do with you? The driver was stunned for a long time, and finally held back a sentence that made Lin Mingyang almost crazy.

Lin Mingyang, who couldn't bear it, finally took off his sunglasses, and then pointed to his face and threw out a very arrogant sentence: "Do you know me?" ”

The driver sitting in the front driver's seat was so surprised that his mouth grew in surprise when he saw his face, and he could almost stuff an egg into it.

"Uh-huh, man, you didn't look away, it's strange why I was in your car, right... It's going to be a long story, so let's talk about it slowly along the way."

After giving the other party a warm smile, Lin Mingyang put on sunglasses with a relaxed expression. Half a second later, the taxi, which had just stood still like a snail, immediately shot out like a lightning speed, and disappeared in the stunned eyes of passers-by.

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If watching a movie is described as an erotic encounter, then the director is the perspective of God from above. Usually people describe these "gods" with outrageous words such as wisdom, talent, wisdom, and profundity, as if they are the halos on the heads of the actors. People notice their interpretation of the story, their use of the camera, and even their control of the rhythm of the recitation, but few people notice or remember the true face of the director.

Although it is true that a director does not care about whether his face looks good or not, but in Hollywood, where looks are bigger than everything, a good appearance may indeed allow some directors to take advantage of some unexpected advantages.

A French media recently conducted a poll among EU member states, and one of the options was to ask respondents to write a Hollywood director who he considered the most famous.

The most voted were not among the film masters like Spielberg or the king of commercial films like James Cameron. The vast majority of respondents filled in Lin Mingyang's name on the questionnaire, and many of them even confused Lin Mingyang's directorial and starring works, but people still gave this plausible answer based on their intuitive impressions, and it can be said that Lin Mingyang's handsome and charming handsome face won him a lot of extra points.

At this moment, the wild performance of the Italian taxi driver slamming the accelerator and driving at high speed on the streets of Milan finally made Lin Mingyang truly realize the value of his face

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I just have a break tomorrow, so I tried to write the rest of the plot as smoothly as possible

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