Chapter 415 In China, shouldn’t we speak Mandarin (please vote for me!)
Make eardrums for cats
Unsurprisingly, after Zhao Xin brought the water, he quickly failed.
Liu Qianqian was not angry about this. On a whim, I just wanted to find something interesting to do to let Xiang Yang relax.
“Is it itchy?”
Soon after Dongdong escaped, she found another thing to do while staying in Xiangyang's workshop, which was to pick Xiangyang's ears.
“It’s okay.”
Xiang Yang curled his lips and said, “Don’t blow air into it, just be a little gentle.”
“Don’t worry, you don’t want to listen to my nagging. Nao, I still want you to listen." Liu Qianqian smiled, grabbing Xiang Yang's earrings and moving them towards the desk lamp.
“Hey, hey, be gentle, wife.”
"Yeah, it'll be ready soon. Don't move, this piece will come out soon." After saying that, Liu Qianqian, who squinted her eyes, carefully moved the ear hanging spoon in her hand.
After taking it out, she let out a long, slow breath, as if her tense nerves had finally relaxed.
He wiped the ear scraper with alcohol cotton in disgust and said with a smile:
“It’s done here, it’s time to go over there.”
“Oh.”
Xiang Yang rubbed his right ear and nodded, turning around to face Liu Qianqian.
The moment their eyes met, Liu Qianqian pursed her lips and said arrogantly: "What are you looking at, hurry up."
After saying that, she wrinkled her nose at Xiang Yang.
It's like being coquettish.
"Tell me, if you pick out my ears, will you be wronged?" Xiang Yang asked, tilting his head.
Hearing this, Liu Qianqian felt warm in her heart and said with a smile: "No, you are my husband, hehe."
"As long as you don't let me wash your smelly socks, that's fine."< br>
She added softly and smiled at Xiangyang again.
Everyone can see that her husband is doting on her, so how could Liu Qianqian not feel it as the person involved?
Sometimes she also wants to do something for the other person.
But when she thought about it carefully, she realized that she could provide very little help to Xiang Yang at work.
As for life.
Anyway, no matter what you do, smelly socks must not be washed
No outsider can know what Zhang Mouzi and Zhang Weiping talked about specifically.
The night after the two men finished chatting, Zhang Mouzi made a call to all investors.
When this news naturally reached Little John's ears, Zhang Mouzi also deliberately chatted with Little John for a few minutes through Pang Li, who was good at English.
He will sign the contract and fulfill the previous agreement.
It’s just that he hopes that Little John can give him a break regarding Zhang Weiping.
It is impossible to let go, although I am happy to cooperate with Zhang Mouzi.
But in the eyes of Little John, they are completely different things.
"It seems that the person here is not an easy person to talk to." Thinking of the foreigner who kept smiling when the two met before, Zhang Mouzi couldn't help feeling that he had met a smiling tiger.
“But at least things have finally calmed down.” Pang Li sighed with emotion.
Easy?
Zhang Mouzi grinned noncommittally.
Little John, who finally solved part of the previous farce, asked the people from CC Standard Collection to go to Yichang early the next morning with two contracts.
This time, he no longer easily believed in verbal promises.
Some things still need to be reflected in the contract.
When the CC Standard Collection people and Zhang Mouzi successfully signed the contract, Little John immediately informed Xiangyang in Paris of the news.
Having just finished a meeting with the designers and engineers sent by the German earplug manufacturer Ohrfrieden, Xiang Yang had not had time to take a breath.
How should I put it? With a small earplug, Xiangyang felt that he had learned a lot of new knowledge.
It just doesn’t match the costume design at all.
He was also a little confused about what needs to be considered in the operation of precision equipment.
Fortunately, Ohrfrieden designers will help improve these professional things.
In this regard, it is just like the cooperation with Jiaming.
“Well, what then?”
Faced with the ruthless questioning, Little John curled his lips and said: "Then, then, how can there be so many thens."
"I mean, what are you going to do next." Xiangyang smiled and said, Stretch long. "Go ahead and sue him." Little John was stunned.
Although a public apology from someone like Zhang Weiping is not valuable, it is important.
“Oh, okay.”
Xiang Yang frowned. He felt a little uncomfortable that a great domestic director was being wronged between the two of them and seemed to be trying to compromise.
The main reason is that I don’t know why Zhang Mouzi did this.
"By the way, Xiang, I found that you hid it deeply enough. I actually heard about Liu's preparation for the movie from Laura." Looking for a suitable word, Little John complained Said:
“You are treating me as an outsider.”
“How can you.”
Xiang Yang will not accept this pot.
It was Liu Qianqian’s wish not to let Little John get involved in this matter.
How can you just attack his head?
"Okay, let's talk about it when you come back. I've been very busy here recently." Xiang Yang, who didn't intend to expand on this topic, said bluntly at the end.
“If you don’t want to talk, you won’t talk.” Little John also showed disdain.
After hanging up the phone, he straightened his clothes and prepared to go to Beijing to find Han Sanping to discuss the following matters in detail.
Unfortunately, when he took the plane to Shangjing, Han Sanping was also busy.
"This is." Seeing the thin Xu Ke with a small gray goatee, Little John searched for this person's name in his mind.
I’ve seen it before, I have an impression, but I can’t remember it for the moment.
"This is Xu Ke, Director Xu." Han Sanping took the initiative to help introduce the two parties, "Director Xu, this is the famous Mr. Rang."
"Hello, hello, Mr. Rang."
Holding Little John's hand enthusiastically, Xu Ke had a smile on his face.
The shots required for "Flying Swords of Dragon Gate" have been completed in Tianmo Film and Television City, which is very close to Beijing. The next stop is to move to Hengdian for some filming.
Taking advantage of the gap between the crew's transfer, he had time to get out.
I came here just to see if there is any way for Huaying to connect with CC Standard Collection.
A few months ago, you could ignore Hermès Film Investment Company’s investment layout in China.
But now, we know how far-reaching their plans are.
"Hello, Director Xu." Little John said hello in Chinese with a bad accent, "Nice to meet you."
According to his observation, as long as you use Chinese Say hello and try to say a few words in Chinese during the chat, which can easily shorten the distance between you.
Of course, if he makes a fool of himself, he won’t say it again.
After such a huge embarrassment happened last time, he asked Xiang Yang what the dirty words in China were.
“Can Mr. Rang speak Mandarin?” Xu Ke was a little surprised.
“A little bit.” Little John smiled, “In China, shouldn’t we speak Mandarin?”
“That’s true”
Xu Ke sipped his tongue. From the bottom of his mouth, he was not very fluent in Mandarin.
Han Sanping raised the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard Little John confidently say such words to the director of Hong Kong Island.
However, although Xu Ke is not good at Mandarin, he is still very patient when communicating.
Unlike some Hong Kong directors and actors.
"Mr. Jean, haven't you always liked Cheng Long and Bruce Lee? Director Xu is the one who made the "Once Upon a Time" series"
After sitting down, Han Sanping smiled and gave Little John Xu Ke’s works were introduced in detail.
"Once Upon a Time"
Little John, who thought the name was very familiar, thought for a moment, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he asked in English:
"Is it the one starring Li Lianjie?"< br>
“Yes, my early works.” Xu Ke gave him a definite answer.
“I didn’t expect it to be director Xu’s work.” Little John looked Xu Ke up and down, a little unbelievable.
This. This is too thin.
It seems that Bruce Lee is also very thin.
"Is there anything wrong with Mr. Jean?" Xu Ke, who was stared at, was stunned for a moment and asked angrily.
“Uh”
(End of this chapter)