Chapter 223: Big Boss Cheng Ying
Cannes, early in the morning.
On the snow-white big bed, the quilt was messy, and Fan Xiaoye opened his eyes in a daze with black hair.
"Hmm......"
She groaned uncomfortably, only to feel dizzy and bloated, and her stomach was still churning a little.
Jet lag is a very bad thing, I can't sleep at night, and I am tired like a dead man during the day. There was a difference of about six or seven hours between the capital and Cannes, and last night she was obviously not sleepy, but she was forced to sleep by her boyfriend, but she was so virtuous in the morning. When going abroad for the first time, it is inevitable that all aspects will not be adaptable.
"What time is it?"
She asked with a snort, her left hand to her side, but it was empty, slightly stunned, and then pouted. Sometimes she really envies her boyfriend's baby-like body and strong adjustment ability, no matter where she is, as long as there are no accidents, she is allowed to go out for a run.
It is said that the happiest thing is to wake up at the same time with your loved one every day. Damn it, don't tease! I've been sleeping with him for almost a year, and I haven't seen anyone at all.
Fan Xiaoye stretched his waist fiercely, this feeling of being able to complain just after waking up is really good.
"Whoa!"
At this time, the sound of the key outside, Chu Qing pushed the door in, holding a paper bag in his hand, and a corner of the long bread was exposed. Seeing that she was staring at her with big eyes and stupidly empty, she smiled and said, "Come, it's time to eat." β
"Oh."
She answered dumbfoundedly, rubbed her face again, and leaned against the head of the bed.
"I just went to the Movie Palace to have a look, and it was only seven o'clock, and someone started to set up the booth." He said as he handed over a handful of bread and milk.
Fan Xiaoye pinched the unreliable food, frowned and took a bite, and said, "No food?" β
"Where to find food in this place, let's make do with it. Ah, and instant noodles to eat? β
"Forget it, let's eat this." She took another bite and asked, "Hey, did they eat it, little junior sister?" β
"I sent them over." Chu Qing helped her pull her hair behind her ears. said: "We'll go to the movie palace after eating, you and Xiao Chu don't have to go, put it here to make a hair, try on clothes." β
Today is May 9th, the opening ceremony.
The film festival is not just a red carpet show, and almost all of the large and small events held during the festival have a red carpet. If you have enough coffee seats, prepare a dozen battle robes, and you may not be able to use them in a different way.
Of course, Chu Qing and they can go twice. Opening and closing. The latter is undoubtedly the most important, and the former is a cutscene, which means it.
So Fan Xiaoye also brought a dress, which was decent and had no characteristics, so he kept it for his usual wear. And Zhang Jingchu's clothes, he hasn't seen them yet, but his girlfriend mentioned it a little last night, thinking it's not a big problem.
As for Li Yu. Pull it down, she couldn't bear to see herself wearing a long skirt, and prepared a women's suit as her director. It's barely passing.
As soon as Chu Qing mentioned this stubble, the girl immediately became excited, and hurriedly said, "By the way, you take out the clothes you made." I haven't seen it yet! β
"Let's see after eating."
"I don't!"
He couldn't help it, so he ran to the stylist's house and came back with a dress.
The girl hurriedly threw away the bread. Jump out of bed and take a closer look at it in your hands:
The background color is the kind of New Year-like red, although it is a little vulgar, but it is gorgeous and bright. The upper body is like a modified cheongsam, with a vertical narrow collar and a thin V-shaped placket, just enough to cover her incomplete A+orB- cups. The lower body became a Western-style puffy skirt, and the skirt was stuck two inches above the knee after Chu Qing and Zhang Shuping's rigorous discussion.
In short, it is a combination of Chinese and Western, both classical and fashionable.
In fact, strictly speaking, this is not a serious evening dress, at most it is a small dress, but it doesn't matter, what you want is youth with a little sexy daring feet, and good looks are the truth.
The girl's eyes were nailed to death, and she didn't move for half a minute, and she typically forgot her husband with clothes.
"Please, eat first!" He was helpless and forcibly interrupted his girlfriend's YY.
"How long have you been in Hong Kong, and your accent has changed?" She said unpleasantly.
"Alright, I'll take you to meet Ah Guan at noon, and then I'll have to find Reesian. Hey, there is a reporter living in this hotel, I have made an appointment to give you an exclusive interview in the afternoon. β
Chu Qing said something wrong, so she diverted her attention, and couldn't help sighing, and said, "In the past ten days, I don't know why I'm busy." β
"It's better to be busy, it's better than shutting down." Fan Xiaoye pursed his lips and suddenly said.
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He reached out to get a loaf of bread, but when he heard his girlfriend's words, he paused and silently did not respond.
Fan Xiaoye glanced at the other party, unscrewed the lid of the milk box, took a big sip, and then hugged his neck violently and fed him mouth-to-mouth.
"It's dripping! It's dripping! β
Chu Qing's lips were blocked tightly, and he struggled to support himself, and the familiar little tongue was soaked in fragrant taste and kept stirring. A milky white liquid slowly slid down the corners of the lips of the two of them.
It took a long time for the girl to let go of her boyfriend.
"Are you jerking?" He wiped his jaw, his hands sticky.
"Well, I'm having a jerking."
The girl shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "Okay, eat." β
What she said just now was really not meant to be mocking, but that incident has always been in her heart, and she can't stretch it for the time being. She believed that the other party did not cross the line, but when she heard the cold prompt sound, she felt extremely lost, as if falling into the dust, and she would never forget it in her life.
This time in Cannes, it is destined that the two of them will not be able to communicate seriously, because the itinerary is too tense and the matter is too important, so there is no spare time at all.
But it is precisely because of this that when they meet, they each have a buffer room.
Bickering, or even quarrelling?
Or get along well to relieve the pain of lovesickness?
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Although the Venice Film Festival is the oldest of the three exhibitions, it has not become the leader. First of all, the red carpet is not imposing enough, and the film market is pitifully small, and even closed for a time, and its transaction volume can be imagined.
The Berlinale market is indeed magnificent, but it is the bigwigs of European cinemas who are playing, almost monopolized, and there is no business at all in American and Asian films.
In contrast, the MarchΓ© du Film in Cannes is truly inclusive and lively. There is an influx of more than 1,000 registered companies every year, and the turnover of hundreds of millions of dollars at every turn is enough to dazzle the eyeballs.
Because in a year, the most ferocious blockbuster fights are in the summer file. And the time in Cannes is just right, which can ensure a gimmick before the summer season, and can save this enthusiasm for the release. Therefore, coming here to sell films has gradually become a necessary part of marketing.
Morning, Marchedufilm.
It's a magical place, upstairs is an art dojo, where the masters hold press conferences to promote the concept of art to the media and fans around the world; Downstairs, there is a bustling vegetable market, where about 100 countries sell their products.
Ya is like a pyramid, the top of the tower is dedicated to the golden god, but the bottom of the tower is pressed by the black pressed merchants.
At more than ten o'clock, the sellers had already entered one after another, more than a dozen people, less than three or four people, carrying all kinds of strange props and ornaments, and began to arrange them in a mess. There are very few buyers, just tourists and journalists, hanging their cameras and hanging around, to see if there is any good gossip.
Because individuals are not allowed to register, Chu Qing is attached to Lao Jia's company name, and only then did he get a booth. With the friendship between the two, Lao Jia will definitely not want to share dividends, which belongs to the spirit of dedication, but this also makes him faintly feel the importance of having a formal institution.
They came early, got a better location, and were easy to focus. The booth is an independent space divided by partitions, with an equal area, and if you want a large one, you have to pay extra.
In front is a long table, and in the back is an empty field, and there is a display screen on the wall for trailers.
It's a decoration, but it's actually nothing, a few large posters and stacks of pamphlets. After all, the cost is limited, and it can't compare with hiring a half-naked blonde next door to deliver ice cream.
"Hey, do you think we can sell it?" Li Yu was already very nervous, but he was stimulated by his neighbors, and he felt that his own strength was particularly sad.
"It's okay, don't worry about what they are talking about." Chu Qing put up a poster, pressed it vigorously, and said with a smile: "It's a mountain cannon at a glance!" It's only the first day, and the opening ceremony hasn't been held yet, who is full of food and will buy a film now? β
He followed the sixth generation to fight internationally, and he could pretend to be a big man in front of the rookie, and continued: "Don't worry, it's time to do business after three days." β
Li Yu frowned, obviously didn't listen much, and it was not good to be hypocritical, he looked left and right, and asked, "Hey, what about Xiao Cheng?" β
"I just left it here."
Chu Qing looked for it in confusion, but saw no one, and turned around two more times before seeing the girl stuck in a foreigner's pile, and she was setting porcelain.
"Hey!"
Cheng Ying glanced at him, waved her hand, and said a few words to the middle-aged man beside her, and then ran over happily and said, "Brother Qing!" I sold the film! β
He thought he had misheard, and asked, "What did you say?" β
"He's very interested in our film and wants to buy out the distribution rights in his home country." The girl was excited.
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Chu Qing was silent, okay, I just finished talking to Li Yuxian, and you came to slap your face. It's only been a long time since the museum opened, and you've actually negotiated a deal? (To be continued......)