Chapter 66
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Tokyo Film Festival.
As one of the 15 A-category 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 received a lot of attention from the Chinese media.
As everyone knew, the International Film Festival always favored literary films over commercial films. But this time, there was a commercial film that stood out from the wave of literary films and was qualified to be nominated.
On the red carpet, Meng Chuan, who was walking behind the male and female leads, looked to be in his mid-thirties. His long hair, which reached his neck, was tied up. His appearance was average, and he was less than 1.73 meters tall. However, there was a special melancholy about him that made people take a second look at him.
"Director Meng, what are your thoughts on attending an International Film Festival for the first time?"
"As the only director of the 30th generation to be nominated for an A-category International Film Festival this year, what are your expectations for this trip to Tokyo?"
After the red carpet, Meng Chuan was interviewed by the Chinese media.
Although it had only been a few years since he was promoted from assistant director to 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 have a good impression of him.
After everyone received 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 placed in front of him.
"Hey, Yi Feng, long time no see!" When Meng Chuan saw who it was, he was refreshed. It was as if all the exhaustion from the reporters had disappeared.
"Director Meng, you're different now. Even I have to 'line up' to say a few words to you," Xie Yifeng said with a smile.
"Don't be sarcastic. God knows how much I hate this."
Meng Chuan and Xie Yifeng were the same. Compared to the extravagant entertainment life, they preferred to immerse themselves in work, film, and art. If it weren't for the fact that the entertainment industry was too closely tied to fame and fortune, they would probably be workaholics who wanted to be on set for 360 days a year.
"How about we have a drink after this? I know a good Japanese restaurant near the venue. "Xie Yifeng winked and whispered to Meng Chuan.
"Okay, okay, let's go together later." Meng Chuan was more than happy to oblige.
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After the first day of their trip, the two of them opened the curtains of the tavern and walked in.
"By the way, I forgot to tell you that my friend is also here. Do you mind?" Xie Yifeng smiled.
"I don't mind, I don't mind. Your friend is also my …" Meng Chuan was speaking when he suddenly saw a young man wearing a cap and casual clothes sitting at the table in the middle of the tavern.
Meng Chuan's smile suddenly froze.
"Hello, Director Mong." Zhou Yuhe smiled. His face under the cap was still so handsome that it was hard to breathe.
If he was watching TV right now, the distance between the screen and the TV would keep him somewhat awake.
However, when he saw such a smile in real life, he couldn't resist it at all.
Meng Chuan didn't look embarrassed. He looked at Xie Yifeng and then looked at Zhou Yuhe who was still in China the day before. He smiled generously and said, "So I'm here for a Hongmen Banquet?"
Zhou Yuhe gracefully made a "please" gesture. "Director Meng, you're exaggerating. There's no such thing as a Hongmen Banquet. It's just a drink between friends. Please take a seat."
Meng Chuan sat down and looked at Zhou Yuhe. He said meaningfully, "If it's just a drink between friends, why did you fly all the way from China to Tokyo?"
"I really can't hide anything from you. I came here this time to talk to you about the movie 'Cat'." Zhou Yuhe said sincerely. He didn't mention how he was mercilessly rejected by Meng Chuan through various channels. He also didn't mention how the appointment time was covered up by his assistant. It seemed like he didn't know anything about those things and just wanted to see him.
Such an attitude and opening did indeed avoid a lot of awkwardness.
Meng Chuan's expression softened. He sighed and said, "What do you want to talk about? I thought I expressed my intentions 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 him. "Okay, I've already read the script of 'Cat' and know that it's a rare good script. However, I still have to say that I'm not interested in literary films."
"You're not interested, or is it because of 'Legend of the Demon'?"
Meng Chuan's expression changed.
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