"Doodoo ......"

After the ceremony, Song Ya and the three screenwriters had access to the service area, which only the winners could enter, propped their elbows on the old-fashioned counter, humming a song while waiting for the goldsmith inside to affix a thin sheet of pure gold engraved with their names on the little gold figure, one foot on the ground, swaying gracefully.

Hmph, no apocalypse, no apocalypse......

"It's all made in Chicago."

The goldsmith put him and Johnny Carson on the counter and laughed.

"I know, I know." The Oscar statuette has been made by Chicago. The Owens factory produced it, and Song Ya exchanged the two trophies for the two documents that he and Johnny Carson had already signed.

Since 1950, the trophy has not been allowed to be resold in the award ceremony, and such legal commitments must be made in advance to get the gold statuette, which also leads to the auction price of the gold medal awarded before 1950 being speculated higher and higher.

One by one, when he left the counter, he happened to see a large number of brave heart crews lining up in the back, and he greeted the big winner Mel Gibson and others in a friendly manner, and the others were very friendly, and Mel Gibson himself was more perfunctory.

Cut, this is going crazy, I'm afraid it's not another Kevin Costner?

If he doesn't see the opportunity to make a lot of money, Song Ya will never stick a hot face to someone else's cold ass now, and the king of Hollywood, who won the best director and best picture in one fell swoop, and the king of Hollywood, who has a strong commercial performance, is not worth it.

Well? However, the heroine Sophie Marceau did not come to the scene, Song Ya has seen the trilogy of the French beauty who dares to act and the famous director and husband Andrea Zulaski, and the movie is confused about what she wants to express, and only remembers some of her scenes.

Alas, now European art films are chattering, and I don't know if those film critics who are full of praise really understand the connotation of the film that ordinary people can't understand.

The French are really open-minded, and the director lets his wife make that kind of movie......

Thinking about it and going to the interview area to line up, the winners have to hold the trophy in their hands to accept photos and interviews with the media, of course, the Oscar organizing committee will not let the stars really go to the boring queue, there is a small bar in the waiting area, you can sit and drink something, socialize.

"Tonight was a great night......"

With his stomach growling, he hummed a song and put the two little golden figures on the bar, and snapped his fingers at the bartender, "A glass of soda, do you have anything to eat?" ”

"OF COURSE, CONGRATULATIONS TO APLUS." The bartender got it right quickly.

After fumbling in the pocket of his dress for a long time, it seems that Taragi has only prepared a hundred dollar bills for himself? Take out one and set it next to a water glass.

"Thank you." The bartender smiled and took the money away.

"Boy, if I were you, give the trophy back." A hoarse voice rang in his ears.

"Mr. Eastwood, haha......"

He turned his head and saw that the old cowboy, who also acted and directed, and also won the Best Director and Best Picture awards at the Oscars, Clint Eastwood sat next to him, but he didn't seem to win the award this year? "Yes, or Mr. Carson will kill me."

He thought that the other party was referring to the little golden man he led for Johnny Carson, so he responded with a joke.

"No, I mean this."

Clint Eastwood gestured to the trophy engraved with Songya's own name.

"What, what do you mean?" Song Ya didn't understand the other party's humor.

"You want to understand for yourself what work has been done in the adaptation of the cat-and-mouse game script, and exchanging money for the screenwriter's name is a ...... that everyone despises"

Clint Eastwood replied, "And the quota system for specific groups of people, which is very destructive to the purity of the art of cinema, isn't it?" ”

It's really straightforward, so he means that he doesn't deserve this award? "Quota system?" Song Ya rushed to the politically correct high ground at the speed of light, "You are very white in this statement......"

Clint Eastwood laughed dryly, "Whiskey, thank you." He had no intention of arguing and raised his hand to summon the bartender.

"APLUS, IT'S YOUR TURN." There is a staff to remind you.

"Seriously, Mr. Eastwood, maybe one day, the so-called quota system of protection in your mouth will become your western cowboys."

Don't speculate with this kind of hardcore elephant white man, Song Ya fought back in his ear, in exchange for a bigger laugh.

Really, who won the award in the end......

Song Ya looked at the trophy of Johnny Carson in his hand, and felt quite wronged, if you want to say rubbing, she only rubbed the apocalypse plug-in.

"APLUS, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE OPENING PART OF THE FASHION SHOW? Do you like this format of awards? ”

In the interview area, after receiving congratulations from the reporters and joking with each other, Song Ya was asked this question.

"It's great, I love it." He replied with a smile.

Well? Looking at the reaction of the reporters, it seems that they did not get the answers they were expecting? No matter what, the reporters didn't ask any more questions, so he and the other three screenwriters began to praise each other.

"What happened to that fashion show?"

Finally able to join up with his men and hand over Johnny Carson's little gold man to his agent, Song Ya asked Yeremov.

"It's scolded, and the audience and the media don't like this format." Yeremov said indignantly: "Some people say that you, as an investor in the cat-and-mouse game, took money to get an Oscar, and also because the judges did not dare to let the African American community lose nothing this year." ”

No wonder Clint Eastwood would say that just now, Song Ya rolled his eyes, "Forget all that gossip, what's next?" ”

"Attending the Oscar dinner party at Vanity Fair, of course!" Yeremov laughed.

There will be a lot of parties in Hollywood on the night of the Oscars, but in recent years, Vanity Fair magazine's dinner parties have won the favor of most celebrities and studio executives with lavish drinks and food prepared by celebrity chef Wolfgang Parker.

Besides, everyone will go on a proper diet for fear of going wrong at the award ceremony, and now that everyone is hungry and thirsty, and the award ceremony is over, it is a good time to indulge yourself.

"Amy, they're gone." Taraghi said.

So what are you waiting for, Song Ya also got into the car.

The Vanity Fair dinner is held not far away, and it will be there soon, and I heard that there will be thousands of people at the same time during the peak hours, and thousands of people who are eligible to attend the Oscars, it is a big Vanity Fair.

"Hollywood is indeed more prosperous than the record industry."

Song Ya looked through the gift packages given to each nominee by the Oscar organizing committee in the car, which were said to be worth a lot of money, but most of them were coupons to induce celebrities to go to high-spending golf clubs, medical beauty, high-end hotels, restaurants, and luxury stores.

"It's taxable, unless you give it to charity, or refuse to take it." Taraji said with a dumb eye.

"Then donate it to 'Where is the Love'." The decision is not difficult to make," and then ...... Take your pick. ”

Taragi cheered excitedly, and then walked away.

“APLUS，APLUS……”

As soon as she got off the bus, Song Ya was met by a large group of tall models, perhaps in response to Jesse Jackson's accusations, this year's fashion show was dominated by minority models, and three of the five people who opened the catwalk were African-American, one with an Asian face with a Slavic name, and only one white.

Although Tyra Banks is being suppressed by top supermodel Naomi Campbell, she can already act as the eldest sister in the same level of model group, she saw her eyes shining, and immediately twisted her catwalk to come over, "Long time no see." "And licked his lips.

Cooked? Although there was a dew relationship, but then you always like to show off in public, right? When I quarreled with Mimi, Song Ya immediately became cautious, "Terra? Long time no see, it's a pity to think about it, the MV of the cooperation back then failed to ...... Hey, hey, or ...... today."

On the surface, it was flirtatious, but in fact the words were like knives, and he knew what these models cared about.

"No!? Oh...... Tara! Didn't you keep saying that you had ...... with APLUS before" and there was an exclamation from the model next to him.

"Poof!" Other models also covered their mouths and stole fun.

With these 'good sisters' here, jokes will soon spread out of the circle, and Song Ya is confident in their ability to spread.

"I, I'm ......" Tyra Banks froze in place, the corners of her mouth trembling in embarrassment.

Hmph, call you like to blow the philatelic record, "There is a chance to contact." Song Ya was in a good mood, and the haze of the previous episode with the old cowboy disappeared.

"You don't have your boss's contact details yet, do you?" Taragi mended the knife beautifully and stuffed a business card into her hand.

No matter what, Song Ya walked into the dinner hall, and the executives of major film companies who had not appeared at the awards ceremony before came, and he looked up to find Linton first, and then go to talk to Harvey Weinstein together. But soon he was surrounded by African-American cast and crew members who were messing around in Hollywood, so he had to keep thanking him for congratulations from various angles, and he was tired of coping.

"APLUS, THANK YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID FOR ME."

Spielberg's problem goddaughter, Drew Barrymore, came over, and openly took the reason why he and Xiao Lizi fought in the nightclub in front of everyone, she was very smart, and took the initiative to scratch her palm while shaking hands, which was impossible before, "The godfather is over there, let's go together?" ”

"Vanity Fair?" I don't know when Amy approached, but she simply took her arm and demonstrated to Drew Barrymore.

The people of the stars and the moon dispersed quietly and considerately.

"Amy, you've been in the industry for a short time, and you're going to have to adapt to Hollywood a little more." Drew Barrymore replied, but didn't dwell further.

"I feel like every woman here wants to you tonight." Amy grumbled as she turned away.

"Huh? Is it? ”