The retirement of the Japanese entertainment industry is much more formal than that of other countries. Probably because of the low status of women and the social atmosphere all the time, once actresses announce their retirement, it generally means that they will become housewives and live a life of husband and children. Of course, with the passage of time, there are not a few artists who return to the entertainment industry due to bankruptcy, divorce, debts and other reasons, and now many male and female artists in the circle have to get married, and due to other reasons such as economic pressure, women also do not quit working.

This is a clear indication that Japan's economic fundamentals are changing.

If you talk about age, Tomoaki Aonuma is actually not very old, she is about the same age as Shen Zhenghui, but she has just passed the age of thirty, and it is the time when the actress matures and achieves. In particular, the route she takes is not limited to Japan at all, and there is no need to follow the law that Japanese domestic female stars are changing too quickly, it can be expected that for a long time in the future, whether it is her own level or because of her identity, she will be active on the world stage, and it is a strange thing to consider retiring at this point in time, no matter what.

"Why?" Shen Zhenghui asked.

"Because I'm going to get married!"

"Getting married?" Shen Zhenghui repeated the word, he squinted his eyes and asked rhetorically, "With whom?" ”

"A nice young man."

"1■ Japan's good young people are as rare as pandas," Shen Zhenghui pursed his lips, "Don't you tell me who it is?" Do I know each other? ”

"A young entrepreneur," Mitsumi Fukuda replied, "pursued Tomoaki Aonuma violently while you were asleep, and for this reason he also wanted to take a stake in Queens, but I refused. ”

"Second generation? What's his name? Shen Zhenghui asked.

"Miyazawa Xu." Mitsumi Fukuda replied.

"Miyazawa Xu?" Shen Zhenghui tilted his head, "This name sounds familiar. ”

"He owns an internet company. Make some recipes or something, it's very popular in Japan. ”

"Recipe?" Shen Zhenghui was stunned for a moment, "But I think this name sounds like a descendant of the Masazawa family, does he have anything to do with Kiichi Miyazawa?" ”

"Eight poles can't be beaten." Mitsumi Fukuda replied, and she paused, "Are you going to let me sue Tomoaki that you're awake?" Then she continued. Anyway, she will come to the United States to film in a few days, and she can come to see you by the way. ”

Shen Zhenghui glanced at Ling who was sitting not far away, "Please, Ling is still here!" He said, "We'll talk about that later, can we get down to business?" ”

Ling shouted, "I didn't hear anything. ”

Mitsumi Fukuda pouted, "I thought for you, this is the right thing!" ”

"How's my mom and dad?" Shen Zhenghui asked.

"They're much more conscientious now than you were then. But in comparison, it is not as good as when you shook off your own hands, and the people below think that the old man and the old lady are easier to fool, but fortunately you still have two good partners, that is, me and Wang Anping. ”

"Oh!" Shen Zhenghui patted his forehead, "I should call Wang Anping and them, forget it, just wait." He looked at the ceiling. When are you going to announce that I'm awake? “

"It's entirely up to you." Mitsumi Fukuda said.

Shen Zhenghui couldn't believe it, "Really? ”

"Really!" Mitsumi Fukuda replied. By the way, his eyes fell on the machine on the side, "Or do you think this thing is more fun, and I hope you can play it for a few more days?" ”

"It's really fun," Shen Zhenghui touched his nose, "If it weren't for my strong will, I would really get lost in this game." ”

"Really?"

"But sometimes the harsh reality is more appealing. Imaginary suffering and success make you feel illusory. Shen Zhenghui sighed.

"This is an exclamation that only people who have dreamed too much will produce." Mitsumi Fukuda said, "You think it's almost like a dream?" ”

"I'm so sensitive that I'm always able to tell the difference between reality and dreams." Shen Zhenghui smiled, "Unless dreams are a pastime, otherwise." My obsessive-compulsive disorder always made me unbearable. ”

"Can't stand what?"

"A script that doesn't match the truth."

"How do you know it's contrary to the truth?"

"It's a matter of philosophy and technology, are you really sure you want to go on?" Shen Zhenghui stopped the topic, "The purpose of your coming here is to discuss this with me?" ”

"Actually, I came here mainly to see if you were really okay." Mitsumi Fukuda said, she looked at Shen Zhenghui's current situation that he couldn't get out of bed by himself and nodded, "I also think it's better for you to recover to the situation where you can go out and meet people before announcing it." ”

"By the way, I emailed you to bring me the hard drive?" Shen Zhenghui asked.

"I brought it," Mitsumi Fukuda handed Shen Zhenghui a mobile hard drive, "Are you going to devote this time to studying the filmmaking technology in your dreams?" ”

"No, I'm going to post it online." Shen Zhenghui replied.

"What?" Mitsumi Fukuda's mouth opened wide, "You're going to post this mess online?" She asked, somewhat confused, "Are you sure?" ”

"It's not a mess," Shen Zhenghui responded, "It's the embodiment of a certain trend of thought, maybe it belongs to some kind of niche trend of thought and spoof, but specifically, it can produce a much better propaganda effect and effect than the regular thing." ”

"Propaganda?" Mitsumi Fukuda was stunned for a moment, "I thought you weren't interested in politics." ”

"It's a misunderstanding, I'm just not interested in politics at a certain time, but at another time, things change." Shen Zhenghui rubbed his nose, "It's like the Japanese people are not interested in the safety system of nuclear power plants for most of the time, but at another time, they have to be interested." ”

Mitsumi Fukuda raised her eyebrows, perhaps not knowing what to say, "Then I won't bother you with your rehabilitation," she said. "But I still want to ask you, do you think you should tell your parents first?"

Shen Zhenghui hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head, "Forget it," he said, "It's hard for them to hide it anymore if they know." He looked at the hard drive in his hand again, "I'll need time to finish this too." ”

"Okay." Mitsumi Fukuda clapped her hands at Ling, "Ling, let's go," she said, "Say goodbye to Dad, and Mom will take you to Disneyland." ”

Ling stood up politely, waved goodbye to Shen Zhenghui, and then held his mother's hand. "Actually," she whispered, "there's nothing fun about Disney." ”

"Disney in the U.S. is different from Tokyo." Mitsumi Fukuda responded to her like this.

And in the other room, Nick. Anderson and Angela. Mason was watching a qiē inside the room. Nick. Anderson touched his chin thoughtfully, while Angela frowned.

"He hasn't lost his vigilance yet?" Angela asked.

"I'm worried, Angela." Nick. Anderson said.

"Worried about what?" Angela asked, confused.

"Our Japanese allies may have dug a hole for us," he sighed. "Or maybe our director is so clever that he must have made a movie like 'The Matrix' in his mind. He has a clear grasp of the fate of this kind of world, so he doesn't see rabbits and eagles. ”

"Or is he just out of vigilance?" Angela asked.

"So do you understand their conversation?" Nick asked.

"Ah, it seems that his female star is getting married?" Angela blinked, with a somewhat disgusted expression on her face, "It's really hard to understand the thinking of Orientals, they don't shy away from children." I thought that this oriental tradition of polygamy had been eradicated in modern times! ”

"Utah's traditions are also on the rise." Nick said, leaving Angela a little speechless.

She was a little sullen, "But I don't understand the conversation behind them, and the hard drive contains the dreams he used to have?" Is there any political significance? ”

"You've probably seen those films," Nick. Anderson sighed. "I have to say, this is a really good time."

"Does it feel like a black and white film?" Angela raised her eyebrows, "Isn't this proof that Sauron's technology is lagging behind us?" The script we made was really recorded, and it was definitely much better than his stuff. ”

"The role is different, Angela, the role is different." Nick Anderson tilted his head and said, "You know what Sauron wants, what he wants is the information in other people's heads, and he pulls it out directly." ”

"So, what about us?"

"We were tricked."

"Isn't that where we're smart?" Angela asked rhetorically, "Even if it is made into a movie, it is obvious that our audio and video effects are better!" ”

Nick Anderson couldn't help but laugh, "You're right," he paced around the room, "In comparison, everyone in Sauron's place who is controlled by him is his own director, and in our case, he is a character in our script, playing himself. ”

"Therefore, the film industry will collapse sooner or later." Mason said with emotion.

"Not necessarily." Nick expressed his opinion, "But from this point of view, the upstream industry of the so-called entertainment industry is really a promising industry, and our Director Shen has a long-term vision!" He stared at Shen Zhenghui and took out the phone.

"Who is he going to call?" Angela asked, "Did you call his actor lover?" ”

"I think maybe it was called to us." As soon as Nick finished saying this, his phone rang, and he answered the phone and said in a normal tone, "Mr. Shen, do you have something?" ”

"Is digital film editing software and web publishing? Of course, there is no problem with this. ”

"I know your concerns, I promise to be absolutely reliable, neither the government nor the Internet companies can find out, yes, in the field of technology, we are unique in the world." Nick replied.

"Okay, you're welcome, we're here for you." He put down the phone, a little stunned.

"What's wrong?" Angela asked.

"Big trouble," Nick pursed his lips, "it looks like we're going to have to do something shocking to avoid goofs." Nick picked up the phone again, but he immediately paused again, "Is he already suspicious?" ”

"So confess to him?" Angela asked.

"No," Nick shook his head, "let's try again." He said, and then dialed, "Morpheus," he called out on the phone, "we're going to open Mr. Shen's network and connect him to the network, but make sure that no one can trace our IP." ”

"Little case!" The other party replied on the phone.

"Listen, Morpheus, I know you're technically confident, but this is the real big problem, and our customers are going to do no less than attacking President Bush and Obama President Ma the Internet, and it's definitely not just the FBI and the CIA that will be chasing this thing, and even the countries across the ocean will be chasing after it, and you have to make sure that even if they mess up the Internet, they won't be able to find us."

"Don't worry," the guy on the other end of the line replied sternly, "I promise they won't find us, just as they can't find weapons of mass destruction in Iraq." ”

"Good, I remember your assurance." Nick said, and then he hung up, "Now we'll see what kind of frenzy this gentleman can set off." ”

"Are you serious?" Angela asked, "I don't think it'......"

"Angela," Nick said, "this is one of the most powerful countries in the world, and we should certainly be cautious." He paused, "We don't have our own army like Sauron, but I think even Sauron, if he does such a thing, he will inevitably be in prison, we are great people, but we can't work against the whole world." ”

"Are you sure there is such a strict zhòng?" Angela asked.

"You'll be able to see the results soon." Nick Anderson replied.

Shen Zhenghui put the hard drive in the ward, and then he pressed the button to summon the doctors and nurses, and Dr. Andrew walked in with a dissatisfied face, "Mr. Shen, you yourself have to work hard to cooperate with our treatment." He said.

"Of course I cooperate." Shen Zhenghui replied, "By the way, I would like to ask, doctor, when will I be able to recover to be like a normal person?" ”

"At your pace, it's going to take another week." Andrew replied cautiously, "It's just a normal normal, it's just enough to meet your daily life, you're too weak to need long-term recuperative training." ”

Shen Zhenghui heard this answer and nodded, "Thank you, doctor." ”

"You're welcome, it's my job." The other party replied.

"Looks like we're going to have to wait a week." Nick Anderson said thoughtfully. (To be continued......)

ps: There is a lot of time today, thank you for your support, it will take about 4 months for the end of this book, let me preview it in advance.