Chapter 958 2011 Paris Autumn and Winter Fashion Week (10)
So, it comes down to it.
Han Sanping will definitely not be able to sit still after seeing Xiang Yang win the Oscar for Best Art Direction.
"Haha, Lao Wang, I really don't object to what you say." Yu Dong, who was so close to Wang Changtian that he almost wore a pair of trousers, also saw it this way.
He picked up the cigarette case from the table, randomly pulled out a cigarette and lit it in his mouth. Yu Dong leaned on his boss chair and asked:
"Then tell me, what does Mr. Han mean by calling Lao Zhang over?"
"I think so." Wang Changtian thought for a while and said, "I think it has something to do with the short film proposed by Mr. Xiang."
"The Battle of Wenshan Pass" is about to be cast, and I can't count how many actors are eyeing this drama.
It’s hard to say how many benefits are hidden in this.
But in order to ensure the quality of the film, Han Sanping definitely hoped that Zhang Mouzi would focus more on the preparations for the filming of the feature film.
The "one shot to the end" short film funded by Bilibili, that is, Hermès Film Investment Company, Enlight Pictures, and Bona Pictures, are taking the lead in preparing to shoot Zhang Mouzi, which will naturally involve some energy.
If you want to say that Han Sanping has no idea, then who can guarantee it?
Even though the entire investment in this movie was funded by three companies, in addition to the pursuit of making money, the investors also have their own interests.
When interests conflict with each other, they naturally need to be reconciled.
After all, movies still have to be made.
"Then tell me, Mr. Xiang won't mind, right?"
"It's hard to say." Wang Changtian shook his head.
To be honest, although they had some face-to-face communication during the Spring Festival, he still felt that Xiang Yang insisted on letting Zhang Mouzi try to shoot "One Shot to the End" mainly to pamper Liu Qianqian.
The pursuit of art and the promotion of the feature film "The Battle of Wenshan Pass" are just incidental.
Of course, he does not deny that Xiang Yang's words and deeds describe a short film that has great potential that deserves to be explored after the shooting.
But don’t we have to wait until the short film is finished and see the samples before we can confirm it?
"Then if President Han puts pressure on us, what should we do?" Yu Dong took a deep breath of cigarette and asked for his partner's opinion.
Han Sanping is retreating.
But he is still in this position.
"Of course we have to listen to what Mr. Xiang has to say first." Wang Changtian said that if the sky falls, there will be someone named Xiang who will hold it up.
"That's true."
When Yu Dong heard this, he immediately understood.
No matter how this matter was dealt with, it was inappropriate for him and Wang Changtian to take the lead. The key was that they couldn't handle it.
But it's different over Xiangyang.
"But we can't do nothing. As you know Mr. Xiang, he is not stingy towards us either." Wang Changtian thought for a while and added.
Han Sanping and the others couldn't afford to offend.
On the other hand, they can't offend Xiang Yang.
To put it more harshly, the latter is less offending than the former.
"Then what should we do?" Yu Dong immediately asked.
He's not stupid.
He could understand the meaning of Wang Changtian's words as soon as he heard it.
And having known Xiang Yang earlier, he only had a much better understanding of this matter. After all, if he hadn't rushed to get involved in this matter at Station B, Bona might have missed this wave of development.
Don’t say anything else.
He is not done with the kindness that propelled Bona's stock price to explode on Nasdaq after entering the game.
"Let me think about it." Wang Changtian frowned.
How to show Enlight Pictures' attitude without offending Han Sanping is not just a matter of casual talk.
Face must be taken care of, and...
Thinking about it, Wang Changtian wanted to laugh.
It's right under your nose.
Come to think of it, there should be nothing more appropriate than this.
"Haha, Mr. Wang still has the brains." Hearing Wang Changtian's suggestion, Yu Dong laughed and agreed.
At the moment, there is no more appropriate work to express our stance than "Those Things About That Rabbit That Year".
This work is not just like a short film with the same situation. It is all ideas proposed by Xiang Yang, and it is also paving the way for the future development of station B.
If you want to take it to Cannes.
In the eyes of the outside world, such actions seem to be better than any words.
Moreover, even if Han Sanping thought about it, he couldn't say anything or take any action.
After all, the animated short film "That Year of the Rabbit" has been expressed as a high priority, and Han Sanping himself has also spoken out for this animation project.
"Then, should we inform Mr. Xiang about this?" Yu Dong asked.
"No, it would be more appropriate to approach Mr. Rang for this matter. I guess Mr. Xiang doesn't have time to keep an eye on it now." Wang Changtian decided that it would be better to approach Little John for this matter.
Find Xiangyang.
He even donated the Oscar statuette he received.
Now that the fashion week is about to begin, can he be distracted and care about such trivial matters?
Wang Changtian doesn’t see it that way anyway.
Los Angeles.
Xiang Yang woke up after a hangover. He was so dazed that he hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he felt that the surrounding atmosphere was very strange.
Half asleep and half awake, he always felt like he was being looked at carefully.
This feeling.
Xiang Yang, who secretly opened a crack, found that Liu Qianqian was holding her head on her palm and looking at him. He couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Honey, are you awake so early?"
Under Xiang Yang's vague probing, Liu Qianqian nodded, "Well, yes."
But her crisp answer made Xiang Yang even more confused.
"Then you."
"I'm watching to see if you still remember what you said yesterday when you wake up."
"What did I say yesterday?"
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Taking a deep breath, Liu Qianqian frowned slightly.
His eyes were also half-closed.
"Are you sure you forgot?"
"." Xiang Yang swallowed. He remembered that he had said a lot after coming back last night, but how could he dare to confirm what Liu Qianqian asked at this time.
Perhaps this kind of behavior seems to be a very cowardly behavior in the eyes of many people.
However, men with marriage experience definitely understand that Xiang Yang is not afraid of his wife, nor is he a coward.
He just.
"Get up, I don't want to be angry with you so early in the morning." Seeing his silence, Liu Qianqian said angrily "Humph~".
When she woke up and saw Xiang Yang sleeping soundly, she roughly concluded that he probably drank enough yesterday.
He only has so much drinking capacity
Just take a bottle and blow on it with Little John.
"Hey, don't leave." Xiang Yang reached out and grabbed a handful of air.
"If you don't go, I won't hurry over. Mu Xin and Zhiyin have almost finished their breakfast." Liu Qianqian, who had already gotten off the bed, raised the corners of her mouth and brushed the hair on her shoulders. Want to touch?
No chance.
"Mom will take care of them." Xiangyang curled his lips, seeming to have forgotten something yesterday.
It's all Little John's fault and those others.
At yesterday's celebration dinner, basically all the members of the gay group were present except for a few individuals. It was a rare gathering and an award, so it would be inappropriate not to clink glasses a few times.
Moreover, senior executives from Hollywood producers who came to congratulate also arrived one after another.
For a moment, Xiang Yang didn't know who to blame for the fact that he was half-drunk.
But Little John will definitely not be able to run away.
Besides him, Liu Qianqian also had to shoulder the blame.
Who can't look down on their husband outside? If he drinks too much and is carried away, wouldn't it be an advantage to outsiders?
However, what did I say yesterday to let her, a guy who loves to sleep in, stay with me early in the morning
He didn't think about it until after washing up and changing clothes, Xiang Yang accompanied Liu Qianqian to the restaurant and met Liu Xiaoli, Mu Xin and Zhiyin.
"Morning, Mom."
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Xiang Yang sat down next to his mother-in-law and moved Mu Xin's position to the side.
"At this time, your father needs your grandma more than you." Touching Mu Xin, who was staring at him with wide eyes and didn't know why, Xiang Yang smiled.
"Come, soulmate, come to mother's arms." Liu Qianqian glanced at Xiang Yang and took another deep breath.
Liu Xiaoli's eyes glanced left and right at her daughter and son-in-law, and she instantly knew what must have happened to this couple who looked very loving to outsiders.
But she didn't care.
Just seeing Liu Qianqian holding her sweet bosom friend who was eating in her arms, interrupting her granddaughter's enjoyment of the food, she frowned: "Let her eat first, or she will cry when she gets on the plane."
Liu Qianqian was stunned.
no.
Why just talk about me?
"Come on, Mu Xin, be good and eat well." Xiang Yang, who was sitting opposite Liu Qianqian, picked up the small bowl and spoon on the dining table specially provided for babies in the hotel, took out the mushy food from it and handed it to his daughter's mouth. .
He moved his daughter's position, not hugged her.
In Liu Xiaoli's opinion, this is of course different.
"My bosom friend is eating in mother's arms." Liu Qianqian said unconvinced.
"Stop it, wait until other people come over and see the fight between you two, and let reporters take pictures of it. You two will have to spend a lot of time to explain clearly." Liu Xiaoli did not dare to let her daughter and son-in-law continue to be willful.
The key is that the two of you are grudges, and you can't do it in front of your children.
In case they are led astray.
Isn’t that trumpet
"Mom, no reporters will come to this hotel." Liu Qianxi turned her head and glanced outside the restaurant.
Before she could finish her words, she saw little John appearing at the door holding little JoJo, greeting her with a cheeky smile.
Little JoJo's paws kept dangling in the air.
"How could it be such a coincidence?" Liu Qianqian, who was angry with Xiang Yang in her heart, took another deep breath.
"Morning~" After handing over his son to Laura, little John walked over quickly and said hello to the Xiangyang family with a festive look on his face, then complained to his friends:
"Xiang, can't you just check your phone in the morning? Do you know how many calls I have answered right now? How about this, how about this breakfast as my reward for answering the phone for you?"
"You answer the phone for me?" Xiang Yang raised his head.
"Mr. Wang from Guangying and Mr. Yu from Bona asked me to say congratulations to you on their behalf." Little John shrugged his shoulders and looked around before he finished speaking.
Mu Xin is by her side and her bosom friend is in Liu's arms, so where should little JoJo go?
It feels like the table is not big and can only accommodate one more dining place.
Little John looked back at Laura and his son, curling his lips.
He also deliberately asked his son to sit aside.
There are so many places in the restaurant, so it's better to be wronged to him than to be wronged to yourself.
"You guys chat, I'll go sit with Laura." Liu Qianxi directly picked up her daughter and stood up while suddenly interjecting.
Xiang Yang stood up as if he had a tacit understanding, "I'll go ahead and let the children sit together."
Mu Xin, who was just about to open her mouth, had not touched the nearby spoon with her lips. The food disappeared from her eyes with a swish of her father's movements.
Mu Xin raised her head and stared at the spoon in the air with her big, bright eyes.
This scene made Liu Xiaoli feel heartbroken.
Why is it so difficult to have a good breakfast?
How about I take the child back to the capital?
In just a few minutes, Liu Xiaoli felt that it was more comfortable to stay in the capital and compete with Lao Zhao for her husband's heart and soulmate than to watch them suffer in front of her eyes.
"That's just right, I have something to tell you." Little John said.
"What happened?"
Xiang Yang, who signaled the waiter to rearrange his seat, asked while holding a spoon.
He had just taken two steps away when he heard a "Wow~" coming from behind
Seeing the spoon getting further and further away from her, Mu Xin finally protested.
"Ah, this" Xiang Yang subconsciously looked back at his daughter who suddenly cried, without noticing the seriousness of the situation.
He also glanced doubtfully at Liu Qianqian who sat down again.
But in his peripheral vision, Liu Xiaoli, who had always been kind to him in the past, had eyes full of anger for some reason.
It felt like we were sitting together at Principal An’s house for dinner.
Liu Qianqian was also stunned when she heard her daughter's cry. In panic, she quickly raised her hand and pointed towards Xiangyang. As for the rest...
While Liu Xiaoli's attention was focused on Xiang Yang, she quietly covered her bosom friend's mouth with her other hand, for fear that she would cry with her sister.
If both children cried, wouldn't Xiang Yang be dead?
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After getting the hint, Xiang Yang looked at the spoon in his hand awkwardly.
"Mom, listen to my explanation, I..." Xiang Yang, who didn't even have time to coax the child, quickly handed the spoon to Liu Xiaoli.
He really didn't mean to.
He just.
"Don't cry, don't cry, dad didn't mean it." Liu Xiaoli, who had already picked up Mu Xin from the children's dining chair, coaxed her and took the spoon full of food from Xiang Yang's hand.
He simply waved the spoon in front of Mu Xin and said, "Wow~" Mu Xin kept saying "uh" before her crying suddenly stopped.
Nestled in her grandma's arms, she opened her tender little hands and held the spoon tightly in her palms.
I wipe it!
That’s not right!
Suddenly, he suddenly realized that Mu Xin's actions were exactly the same as Little John's behavior after seeing the money, and Xiang Yang felt mixed emotions in his heart.
Could it be that my daughter was infected?
"Giggle~" Little JoJo, who was in Laura's arms, made an inappropriate sound at this time.
He laughed and clapped his little hands.
"You brat."
Xiangyang was stunned when he saw him actually holding fire.
After cursing secretly in his mind, he rolled up his sleeves, "I must educate you for your father today!"
(End of chapter)