"I thought your focus would be on China in the future." Nick Anderson stared at Shen Zhenghui and said, "You should seize this opportunity, otherwise, what is the purpose of uploading those videos on the Internet?" ”

"Maybe it's just because of bad taste," Shen Zhenghui pursed his lips and asked rhetorically, "Isn't it?" ”

Nick was noncommittal, "It's disappointing, it's disappointing." He complained, "It stands to reason that you should have a more far-reaching plan." He narrowed his eyes, "You must have something more ambitious, don't you?" ...... such as infiltrating the Chinese government"

Shen Zhenghui felt that he and Nick Anderson's radio waves seemed to be incompatible, "Not for the time being, what I do now is to make a good movie." He replied earnestly, "It's something I'm familiar with." ”

Nick Anderson looked incredulous, but he didn't continue, "I think it's strange," he said, "that you and your wife seem to have the opposite division of labor, or is this an Eastern culture?" But it's not the same oriental culture I've heard of. ”

Shen Zhenghui rolled his eyes, "I don't know how you understand this thing, but I want to emphasize that I did get married recently, legally, and my wife is not Mitsumi Fukuda, please keep this in mind." ”

Nick Anderson's mouth opened wide, but then he showed a disapproving attitude, "Marriage or something really doesn't matter." ”

"Because you're not married?"

"Not only that," Nick Anderson tilted his head, "the formalities and forms of marriage are just worldly habits, and if you are firm in your heart, you will not be bound by the world." ”

Shen Zhenghui opened his mouth slightly, and couldn't help but ask him what his relationship was with his cousin. "So that's why you're not getting married."

"There are many reasons why I don't get married, but the most important one is that I don't have confidence in how long marriage can last."

"And what about the kids?"

Nick. Anderson pursed his lips vigorously, "I don't have confidence in this either. ”

"Do you really believe that the world will ruin miè? It sounds like a cult argument. ”

"Science can also explain the possibility of ruining the world."

"Yes, the scientific explanation is that all the conditions are met," Shen Zhenghui said, "and your thinking can be summed up in an idiom -- unfounded worries." Do you know what that means? A man in Qiguo is worried that the sky will fall. ”

Nick Anderson snorted, "It doesn't seem like there's much we can talk about." ”

"yes, I'm sorry, I should have made my attitude clear sooner, so it would save you a lot of time." Shen Zhenghui replied.

Nick Anderson narrowed his eyes and said seriously, "You don't know if you haven't experienced it," he paused, "what do you think is the reason you can exist in this world in this way?" ”

Shen Zhenghui did not speak.

Nick Anderson sighed. "I think it's torture for me." He narrowed his eyes. "You're too young to understand." Looking at Shen Zhenghui's disapproving expression, Nick Anderson tilted his head, "Okay, let's talk about other topics that interest you." ”

"Okay!" Shen Zhenghui responded, "How much money is Colombia going to sell to me?" ”

"You're going to ask the Japanese," Nick Anderson replied, "but I'm not going to put obstacles in your way." ”

"That's great." Shen Zhenghui licked his lips.

"If you're willing to shoot a prequel to Apprentice Magic. They should be happy to give you the shell of Colombia. ”

"That's why I can't shoot a prequel right away," Shen replied earnestly. "And the reason to start a new series." He clapped his hands, "Surplus value can't be squeezed all at once. ”

"You're thinking too much," Nick said, "and you're on the same level as Peter Jackson and James Cameron right now," he said, "and now it seems." Spielberg seems to be a little behind you. ”

"He is famous, he can do whatever he wants, I still have a long way to go!"

"Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can do whatever you want," Nick Anderson responded, "but that's what you think." All I can say is that I hope so, I hope so. ”

This time, it seems that neither side has found a topic of interest to the other, and the exchange between them is almost self-talking. However, the attitude on the surface is clear enough. Nick. Anderson has put the importance of Shen Zhenghui in the second place, and reaffirmed his original intention to talk to Mitsumi Fukuda.

"So," Nick Anderson cleared his throat, "Tomorrow President Fukuda will entertain me, are you going to attend as well?" ”

"If you wish."

"I heard you're busy preparing for a new film?"

"Actually, I'm just a producer of the new film, and what I have to do is quite limited." Shen Zhenghui responded, shrugging his shoulders at the same time, "Besides, many things should have been handed over to the director to do." ”

"Angela and you may have more conversations." Nick. "She's always been very enthusiastic about the production work, and she's even a little jealous of you because of your grades. ”

"Ah......" Shen Zhenghui wiped his forehead, "I think if she likes it, she can make a big production by burning money." ”

"She's not willing to do that," Nick Anderson replied, "and she'd rather dig into her own mines, dig into good movies, tap into her abilities, and being a producer is both a test and an entertainment for herself." He smiled, "So she's jealous of your talent." ”

"Oh......" Shen Zhenghui raised his eyebrows, "I think Miss Mason is thinking too much about things other than that." ”

"That's right," said Nick. Anderson nodded, "Hollywood is a vanity fair, and she was unknowingly affected. ”

"Any entertainment industry is Vanity Fair," Shen Zhenghui replied, "I also have a lot of vanity, otherwise why would I shoot "Magic Apprentice" and "Fatezero" in my hands now? "I didn't expect Apprentice to be so popular, so Miss Mason shouldn't be jealous of me." I didn't know that was the result before that. ”

Nick rubbed his face, he didn't continue to say anything, the two of them talked a lot about what they saw and heard in the movie world, and Shen Zhenghui could almost see that Nick. Anderson's attitude revealed boredom, so he decisively got up and took his leave.

Nick sent him to the door of the hotel, "I'll meet with President Fukuda tomorrow." If President Fukuda thinks it's okay, I hope you can also attend. He said.

From the fact that he put the initiative in the hands of Mitsumi Fukuda, instead of firmly expressing his desire to see Shen Zhenghui during the meeting, Shen Zhenghui can almost be sure that the other party does not actually want to be able to attend Fukuda Mitsumi and his conversation.

"Okay, I'll ask for her opinion." He replied.

When Shen Zhenghui walked out of the hotel, Nick Anderson picked up the phone, and when he was about to dial, the phone had already rang. Opposite is Angela. Mason's voice, "Hi. How are you doing in Japan? ”

"Not bad." Nick Anderson responded, "I just sent John away, and I'm going to meet Mitsumi Fukuda tomorrow, how are you talking about Sauron?" ”

Angela's tone of frustration came from the other end of the phone, "It's not like that, Sauron is convinced of his memory, otherwise why would he throw all his net worth into that powder keg in the Middle East?" In fact, he is in a rather bad situation, even on the side of the government that stands with him. He was already widely seen as a warmonger and an ally of the British government. Our U.S. government can't let go of him at all. She sighed, "But Sauron still insists on going his own way, thinking that everything is under his control." ”

"Really?" Nick. Anderson rubbed his temples vigorously, "Didn't he explain what attitude he should have towards Mitsumi Fukuda and John?" ”

"He doesn't care at all, now." Angela's tone had a strong taste of gambling in it. He said that these two people in Japan have nothing to worry about, directors can't save the world, and the same is true for the bosses of film companies. What's more, Japan is also facing its own big troubles. ”

Nick Anderson felt a little headache, "He's so pessimistic? ”

"He's not pessimistic." Angela's tone elevated, "He confidently said that as long as he is in the Middle East, even if there is a nuclear warhead in the Middle East, it will not explode." ”

"He is a security company, not the president of Syria and Iran, nor the defense minister of Israel." Nick Anderson pouted and said, "Then pay attention to your safety, I'll see the outcome of my conversation with Mitsumi Fukuda tomorrow." He paused, a little hesitant, "I always feel that the Japanese side seems to have their own considerations for not discussing these issues with us head-on. ”

"Who doesn't have their own considerations at this time?" Angela disagreed.

"I mean, the two of them are like Sauron, they seem to have memories of the future."

"Hehe, I want the world to be what they remember," Angela responded, "Even if the center of the world film industry is in China or Japan, it is better than the whole world ruining it." ”

"yes," Nick. Anderson sighed hard, "I hope so, too." ”

On the other hand, Shen Zhenghui and Mitsumi Fukuda are also discussing this meeting with Nick Anderson.

"That's what you're saying," Mitsumi Fukuda sighed heavily, "Forget it, you're acting like this, as if I made all the decisions, and he will definitely ask me tomorrow." ”

"Isn't that true?" Shen Zhenghui's eyes widened, "I can't stop my daughter from becoming an actress if I want to." ”

Mitsumi Fukuda's eyebrows raised, and then lowered again, "You're really embarrassed to use this reason to speak." ”

"But I really don't know what the world is ruining or something," Shen Zhenghui tilted his head, "I don't have this memory." ”

"And how did you die?" Mitsumi Fukuda asked, "How did you get reborn?" How did you get through? Could it be that you flushed the toilet and returned to your childhood? ”

"I'm ......," Shen Zhenghui opened his mouth, "It's normal to die," he spread his hand, "I mean that there is no such gorgeous way to die as a world to bury me." ”

Mitsumi Fukuda tilted her head, "Yes, I also asked Ning Huan the same question, and he said that he died in the earthquake." Mitsumi Fukuda raised her eyebrows and looked at Shen Zhenghui, obviously intending to ask if the other party also died for the same reason.

Shen Zhenghui licked his lips. "I'm not."

"You died before him?" Mitsumi Fukuda asked.

Shen Zhenghui was noncommittal, "How are you going to talk to Mr. Anderson tomorrow?" ”

"Oh, that's an old topic." Mitsumi Fukuda spread her hands, "Last time, we were kind of open and honest with each other, but this time," she said, with a thoughtful expression. "I guess he'll ask me what happened on March 11, 2011, and I'm going to do it."

Shen Zhenghui's heart moved, and he stared at Fukuda Mitsumi with half-squinted eyes, "What are you going to do?" ”

Mitsumi Fukuda spread her hands, "I'm not the chairman of TEPCO, I'm not even a director, what the hell are you doing?" ”

"Huh?"

"But don't worry, TEPCO has enough insurance." A smile flashed across her face, "touching her hair," a property insurance company. Hint, it's not a local Japanese company. ”

"You're so cruel!"

"I think you should be happy about that." Mitsumi Fukuda replied, "What's more, compared to the sinking of Japan, this payment can only be said to be a small thing." ”

"Huh? Japan sank? He was a little surprised, "In the movie?" ”

Mitsumi Fukuda tilted her head and looked at Shen Zhenghui with a smile, "What do you think?" ”

"You've been through something like this."

"Why don't you sue me about how you died?" Mitsumi Fukuda lowered her head and did not answer positively.

"If Japan were to sink. It's better for us to send Ling to my parents earlier," Shen Zhenghui licked his lips. "Is it 2012?"

"It's a good film," Mitsumi Fukuda replied, "and can you guarantee that your film will be released before it?" You know, the Christmas stall is too strong, and even you should avoid this kind of collision. Mitsumi Fukuda also avoided Shen Zhenghui's question.

"We can postpone it, or we can borrow the light of "2012" and "Avatar."

"Oh, that's not what you used to be." Mitsumi Fukuda said. "You've always given the impression that you're not the kind of director who will postpone."

"I'm not the director of this film." Shen Zhenghui responded.

"Then you should whip Miyamoto." Mitsumi Fukuda said, "I also hope that you can train him better!" ”

The two sides tacitly played Tai Chi with each other, avoiding the questions that the other wanted to really ask.

"So, what do you think of Mr. Anderson's concerns?" Shen Zhenghui asked. "Do I need to be present for tomorrow's conversation?"

"If you want to go," Mitsumi Fukuda lowered her head again, and Shen Zhenghui couldn't see her expression, "I respect my husband's opinion like a traditional Japanese wife. She looked up and smiled.

Shen Zhenghui scratched his hair, "How should I tell Liu Xin?" ”

"It's okay to tell the truth." Fukuda Mitsumi glanced at Shen Zhenghui obliquely, "I don't object to her if she wants to come, and by the way, she can help me take care of Ling." ”

Shen Zhenghui was quite embarrassed and continued to scratch his head.

"So Liu Xin was also your wife in her last life?" Mitsumi Fukuda's gaze was rather strange.

"No, of course not." Shen Zhenghui replied. After finishing speaking, I found that Mitsumi Fukuda had a thoughtful expression.

"That's a pity!" Mitsumi Fukuda said in a flat tone, "She is going to have another sister." ”

"Don't say superfluous things, do superfluous things." Shen Zhenghui said in a long tone.

"Isn't that what men like?" Mitsumi Fukuda asked rhetorically, "You don't have a good relationship with your wife in your previous life?" ”

"I won't tell you about this kind of thing."

"It doesn't look good!" She tilted her head.

Shen Zhenghui rubbed his face, "You say I won't go tomorrow." ”

Mitsumi Fukuda closed her mouth and made a zipper gesture on the side of her mouth.

Shen Zhenghui breathed a sigh of relief.

"So," she respoke, giving Shen Zhenghui a wary expression, "what do you think about the future of Chinese politics?" Mitsumi Fukuda smiled, "It seems that the father of your rival is having a hard time now!" ”

"People are in full swing!"

"In a country like China, it's not necessarily a good thing to be loud." Mitsumi Fukuda knocked on the table, "You should know. ”

"Does this have anything to do with tomorrow's conversation?" Shen Zhenghui was puzzled.

"To convince Nick. Anderson," Mitsumi Fukuda paused, "there has to be some evidence, to match the memories in his head." (To be continued......)

ps: Yesterday I was a second late and had to buy a leave note. Let's adjust the time in the future. Procrastination is my serious illness!