The Corale Film Festival lasted about half a month. Many people arrived early. There were also people like Fang Zhao who arrived a few days later, but not many.
Fang Zhao had to attend classes. There were a few important classes that were concentrated over the next few days. Not just music, but painting, dance, and other subjects were the same. It was as if that bunch of teachers had purposely concentrated their classes over the next few days to force the advanced students to stay a few more days.
One student had said in private that it was the teachers' prank.
Fang Zhao set off two days later. The film festival had already begun. Online entertainment news was practically dominated by topics related to the Corale Film Festival. Entertainment reporters had long been gearing up for action and were now reveling in the festivities.
"There will definitely be reporters at the airport. We have to tidy up before heading out," Nanfeng said as he browsed the news online.
Fang Zhao was easy to take care of. His hair was usually cut short. Plus, Fang Zhao didn't have any particular style requirements, so Nanfeng had gotten someone to trim Fang Zhao's hair before leaving. The stylist could take care of the rest. The stylist was someone Nanfeng knew. He had accompanied them this time and was responsible for Fang Zhao's outfit.
Fang Zhao did not like flashy and flashy things. Therefore, the outfit he had prepared today looked simple, but no one would point out that it was inappropriate. This made Nanfeng a little depressed. It was different from what he had imagined. He hadn't been able to bring out 20% of his potential.
On the way, Nanfeng chatted with a few people in the chat group and showed off to his old friends. He also exchanged information with other Silver Wing artists' assistants.
As Fang Zhao's assistant, Nanfeng had been dragged into Silver Wing's chat group not long after his appointment. Most people were called assistants and agents. At first, they had been wary of him because Nanfeng hadn't been an official assistant. But soon, Nanfeng had become a hot topic with the chat group. His boss was awesome. News about Fang Zhao kept popping up, which gave Nanfeng some confidence. Fang Zhao's situation was a little special. Fang Zhao was still in advanced studies, so he didn't have much competition with other artists in the same company. This was one of the reasons Nanfeng had been able to break into the inner circle so quickly.
There was also internal competition within Silver Wing. Assistants couldn't reveal the private lives of their artists in this sort of chat group. They would talk a lot, but they wouldn't divulge anything important to their boss.
At the same time, a few young actors were exchanging messages in a small chat group that Ji Polun had created.
He had participated in the Yanzhou chapter of "Founding Era." Although it had been a minor role that had not garnered much attention, Ji Polun had had a lot of works in the past few years. Regardless of whether he was the main character or not, he had always been able to make an appearance in a few films both within and outside the continent. Leaving an impression on people was a success.
Of course, Ji Polun wouldn't pass up the opportunity to attend the Corale Film Festival. Several young actors he was good friends with had come as well. They might not necessarily be able to get admission tickets to certain events, but they were willing to show up and broaden their horizons.
Some of the celebrities who participated in the important activities of the Film and Television Festival accepted the invitation of sponsors and got admission tickets, while others gave up the opportunity given by the brands and entered with the film crew.
There were so many premieres of movies and dozens of events, and every one of them would have a red carpet. After all, the members of the film crew were the minority, so a large number of filmmakers and public figures were needed to support them and hold up the stage.
Walking the red carpet time and time again without participating in the competition, did they really think that they were there to watch a movie?
As for the less well-known celebrities, they might not even be able to walk the red carpet. Some people thought it was too tiring to walk the red carpet, while others couldn't even get one even if they wanted to.
A few actors in the group were expressing their thoughts. Previously, they had felt that they were doing pretty well in Yanzhou, but here, they were nothing. No one could recognize them even if they walked down the street. They wouldn't even be given a second glance.
Entertainment reporters? Entertainment reporters no longer cared about small fries like them.
"I just walked the red carpet. There were too many people, so security was tightened. I was chased out. Luckily, I took the photos and completed the company's assignment. I'll get the studio's editor to distribute the video. Don't post the video of me being chased out by security."
"I heard that two of the company's films are doing rather well at the exhibition hall today. They have already signed contracts with their partners. The market is booming this year. Films set during the Period of Destruction are selling exceptionally well."
"The popularity brought about by 'Founding Era' won't die down for the next five years. My agent even got me to star in a film set during the Period of Destruction. Although I'm only a third male lead, the director is rather famous, and the male and female leads are A-listers. My roommate has taken on a TV series set during the Period of Destruction as well. "
"Who's going to the movies? Let's go together!"
"Idiot! It wasn't easy to get here, yet you're going to the exhibition hall to watch a movie? Hurry up and walk the red carpet, take photos, and stir up the news. Where's your agent? "
"Said he's looking for opportunities for me. Told me not to cause trouble. Staying in a hotel is boring. I lose 10 games. I might as well go to the movies."
"Don't even think about it. You won't be able to snag tickets for the big-budget movies. You can only watch the smaller ones. I just watched a horror film this morning and broke out in a cold sweat in broad daylight. Needless to say, the quality of the films they bring to the film festival is really high. "
"Where's Brother Ji? I saw the news yesterday that he went to attend a movie premiere. That was a real production. Why is he so quiet today? This isn't his usual style. "
"Calling Brother Ji. Brother Ji, are you free today? Take us flying!"
Ji Polun could be considered the ringleader of this group and the one who was doing the best. Usually, Ji Polun kept a high profile. Every day, he would post a few selfies on his social media platform. Especially since he had come to Corale, he would post at least twice a day. But today, he hadn't posted a single one. This was too strange. There was no way a film festival like this would leave his social media platform empty. This wasn't like Ji Polun's usual style.
After a while, Ji Polun replied in the group, "Not free. I'm at the airport to pick someone up."
"Pick up who? And Brother Ji has to go himself? If I remember correctly, all the big names in the company are here. "
"No, there's still someone who hasn't arrived yet..."
"Fang Zhao!"
"Brother Zhao is on the island today?"
A group of people calling someone younger than them "Big Brother" smoothly, without any psychological burden.
"I'm going to the airport too! Which airport? "
"Wait for me! My sunglasses are broken. Who has more? "
"Why are you wearing sunglasses? Who do you think knows you? It would be great if he could be recognized! This is Corale we're talking about! "
While Ji Polun and a few other young artists were waiting for Fang Zhao at the airport, a shiny golden flying transport with electric sparks appeared above the airport. It was especially eye-catching among all the other white, gray, and black flying transports. It did not land immediately after reaching the airport. Instead, it circled a few times in a flirtatious manner, attracting enough attention before slowly descending.
"Whose flying transport is this? It looks like it's been struck by lightning?" a young celebrity asked, his eyes wide.
"Such a flashy arrival. It must be some badass character."
"Let's wait and see who comes out from the exit. With such a high profile, it will definitely be recognizable, "Ji Polun said.
Indeed, as they had said, the flying transport was too eye-catching. The entertainment reporters waiting outside the airport were all excited. They hadn't stopped filming since the beginning, afraid they would miss a detail.
Not long after, a person walked out from the exit.
The bright colors, the flashy lace undershirt, and the flirtatious printed pants attracted everyone's attention the moment he appeared.
Ji Polun looked over and muttered, "I saw this style at Fashion Week last month, but the model wore it so fashionably. Why does it look so weird on him?" He wanted to hit someone.
"He actually brought 10 assistants with him! What kind of big event is he going to do? And the bodyguards behind him look like they're going to fight, right? "one of the young celebrities was dumbfounded.
"F * ck! I actually wore the same outfit as his assistant! " Another young celebrity covered his clothes uncomfortably. His outfit cost more than 100,000 dollars, and it was the most expensive outfit he had ever worn, but even the assistant's clothes were so expensive. "He's inhumanly rich!"
"No wonder he's Leizhou's number one. But did Zaro bring his work or did he come with a brand?"
"His work can't be brought here. As for the brand, his surname is the brand. Someone in the Renault family is a major investor in the film festival. Even if he wasn't invited, he just needs to pull some strings to get in."
Just as the airport's attention was on Zaro and his group, a flying transport landed at the airport.
Yan Biao looked around as he stepped out of the cabin. "It's just as Nanfeng said. I thought ours was luxurious enough, but everyone else is the same. There's something even more flashy next to us."
Fang Zhao stepped out and looked to the side.
Because the airport was packed at this time of year, there were restrictions on flying transport. Large flying transports weren't allowed to park here. Small and medium-sized transports were usually allowed.
The dazzling flying transport next to them was the kind that would exceed the standard. It was probably a custom-made model and was clearly larger than the surrounding flying transports.
Compared to this aircraft, Fang Zhao's aircraft, which was already rather ordinary, paled in comparison.
Nanfeng was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. According to the parking arrangements, this flying transport had landed not long before theirs.
"Who the f * ck is this?"
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