Chapter 132

Tokyo Film Festival.

As one of the 15 A-list film festivals in the world, this year's Tokyo Film Festival was as star-studded as usual.

Among the nominated film teams, there was a team from China that attracted the attention of the domestic media.

As everyone knew, the international film festival always favored artistic films over commercial films. But this time, a commercial work stood out from the wave of artistic films and obtained the qualification to participate in the competition.

On the red carpet, Meng Chuan walked behind the male and female leads. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, and his long hair was tied up to his neck. His appearance was average, and he was less than 1.73 meters tall, but he had a special melancholy aura that made people want to take a second look at him.

"Director Meng, how do you feel about attending your first international film festival?"

"As the only director from the 30th generation to be nominated for an A-list international film festival this year, what expectations do you have for this trip to Tokyo?"

After the red carpet, Meng Chuan was interviewed by the domestic media.

Although it had only been a few years since he became the main director, Meng Chuan, who had been in Hollywood for many years, was already familiar with the media's questions. His humorous and polite answers made the reporters present have a good impression of him.

After everyone got a satisfactory answer, Meng Chuan walked to the venue with a sigh of relief.

As soon as he turned his head, a glass of champagne was brought in front of him.

"Hey, Yifeng, long time no see!" As soon as he saw who it was, Meng Chuan's spirit was lifted. It was as if the exhaustion from being pestered by the reporters had been swept away.

"Director Meng, you're different now. Even I have to 'line up' to talk to you," Xie Yifeng said with a smile.

"Don't be sarcastic to me. God knows how much I hate it."

Meng Chuan and Xie Yifeng were the same. Compared to the extravagant life in the entertainment industry, they preferred to plunge into work, movies, and art. If it wasn't for the fact that this industry was too closely linked to fame and fortune, they would probably become workaholics who wished they could spend all 360 days of their lives on set.

"How about we go for a drink after it's over? I know a good Japanese-style tavern near the venue, "Xie Yifeng blinked and whispered to Meng Chuan.

"Okay, let's go together later." Meng Chuan couldn't ask for more.

*****

After the first day of the trip, the two of them lifted the curtain of the tavern and walked in.

"Oh right, I forgot to tell you. My friend happens to be here too. You don't mind, right?" Xie Yifeng smiled.

"Not at all. Isn't your friend my …" As Meng Chuan spoke, he suddenly saw a young man dressed casually and wearing a baseball cap sitting at the center of the tavern.

Meng Chuan's smile suddenly froze.

"Hello, Director Meng." Zhou Yuhe curled his lips into a smile. His face under the baseball cap was still so handsome that it was hard to breathe.

If he was watching TV at the moment, the distance between the screen would allow him to stay awake.

But seeing such a smile in reality, he really couldn't resist it at all.

Meng Chuan's face didn't look awkward. He looked at Xie Yifeng, then looked at Zhou Yuhe, who was still in China the day before, and smiled generously. "So I'm here for a Hongmen Banquet today?"

Zhou Yuhe gracefully made a "please" gesture. "Director Meng, you're being too serious. There's no such thing as a Hongmen Banquet. It's just a drink between friends. Please, sit down."

Meng Chuan sat down, glanced at Zhou Yuhe, and said meaningfully, "It's just a 'drink between friends.' Did you specially fly from China to Tokyo overnight?"

"I really can't hide anything from you. I'm indeed here to discuss the movie 'Cat' with you." Zhou Yuhe said sincerely. He didn't mention how he had been mercilessly rejected by Meng Chuan through various channels. He also didn't mention how his assistant had muddled through the appointment time. It seemed as if he knew nothing about those things and simply wanted to see him.

Such an attitude and opening did indeed avoid a lot of awkwardness.

Meng Chuan's expression softened, and he sighed. "What do you want to talk about? I thought I had already expressed myself accurately enough. "

Zhou Yuhe pushed the script on the short table towards Meng Chuan. "Please give me half an hour. Let me introduce this script to you …"

Meng Chuan interrupted. "Alright, I've already read the script for 'Cat.' I also know that it's a rare good script, but I'll say it again. I'm not interested in literary films."

"Are you not interested, or because of 'Legend of Ghost Demon?'"

Meng Chuan's expression changed.