"Su Xiaoya has received the award so many times. It's not bad again. ”

"It's better to give the opportunity to the newcomer."

The judges who said this were relatively close to Prince Aksu, and Li Lianlian gave him the most generous benefits.

When he said this, everyone basically acquiesced.

In fact, a few days ago, the Qi family did come over to say hello. I hope they can give fair and just awards based on the strength of the film and the actors.

These judges are all foreigners, and they are really not very familiar with the eastern country, so they have not yet deeply understood the status and ability of the Qi family.

In terms of strength, Li Lianlian's Fengyue film, which has no plot, certainly can't compete with Su Xiaoya's fairy.

But Li Lianlian has done it all, and the money is very rich.

The princesses of the Middle East are so willing to share their wealth, and of course they are willing to give her this face.

Just when all the judges reached an agreement and were about to finalize the list of winners, suddenly a security guard stumbled in at the door.

The atmosphere can't breathe.

"Mr. Qiqi is looking for you."

Seeing his frightened pale face, several judges beat drums in their hearts.

I have heard that this Mr. Qi is cold and domineering, and he is powerful in the imperial capital, and at the same time he spoils his wife like his life.

This is menacing, is it for Su Xiaoya's award.

Everyone glanced at each other, and made up their minds that no matter what Mr. Qi said, they all made up their minds not to speak.

"Don't be afraid, no matter how good Mr. Qi is, we are not Chinese. When the festival is over, we will go back to each country. Can he still trap us here? ”

The judge at the head was a little frightened, but in the end he puffed up his chest.

As soon as he finished speaking, two rows of black-clothed bodyguards rushed in, and Mr. Qi suddenly broke into everyone's sight like an emperor.

The handsome face resembles a statue carved by an artist's knife, and he wears a brown trench coat with a stand-up collar, and his cold figure is pulled out in the light of a long shadow.

A pair of amber eyes were scorching, and the gaze was cold, and he glanced around, cold and bottomless.

When he entered, he smiled slightly, sat down on the sofa in the corner, and lit a fine cigar.

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and spoke in a deep voice.

"Open the box."

Several bodyguards immediately carried a box on the table and pressed the code to open it.

From the moment Qi Muchen walked in, everyone felt a strong sense of oppression, and they lowered their heads one after another, not daring to say a word.

But seeing this scene now, everyone's eyes immediately turned to the box on the table, and their eyes became extremely greedy.

"Ah, Mr. Qi, you are so polite."

The judge who spoke the most in the tone just now had a smile on his face.

Mr. Qi said that he must be the same as the princess of the Middle East, and he bribed them!

How much does it cost to have such a big box?

Qi Muchen sat upright, did not squint, and smiled coldly.

The box opened with a "bang", and everyone was dumbfounded.

It wasn't a lot of bills, it was a clever projector.

The bodyguard stepped forward and turned on the projector with a blank face.

When the first image flashed on the screen, someone was already scared to pee.

Then there was the second judge, then the third judge, and all the judges turned pale.

Mr. Qi's slender fingers gracefully flicked the ash of the cigar.

A grim light flashed in his amber eyes after the smoke and he spoke elegantly.

"I heard you're making a list of awards?"

(Education 123 Literature Network)