The girl left gracefully. Qin Guan was greeted by the last scene of the film, as well as Drew Barrymore, who was as charming as Julia.
His sister raised her eyebrows at him with a teasing look. The power of the tabloids had an immediate effect.
Fortunately, his girlfriend never read tabloids, which was a commendable habit.
Otherwise, Qin Guan, who had been tortured by the Qing Dynasty, might not have been able to work.
The last scene was shot on a sunny day in a beautiful suburban town. It was the wedding of Qin Guan and Barrymore.
It was the beginning of his normal life and the end of his dark life.
Qin Guan walked out of the milky white church hand in hand with Barrymore. They were wearing white wedding dresses and formal dresses, which symbolized purity.
The white doves of peace flew into the sky as the church bells rang …
Ironically, in the church graveyard, there were a few people carrying the freshest corpses, ready to be buried.
Needless to say, it was Julia, who had been intimate with Qin Guan the day before. His wife was dressed in white and smiling like a flower. The beautiful soul on the next street had returned to her soul and returned to the earth.
On the way, Qin Guan decided to confess the first half of his real life to the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.
As the car drove away, Qin Guan held his other hand solemnly. The white wedding gloves were blooming in his hands.
"Barrymore, I work for the CIA. Do you hear me?"
The camera zoomed in on Qin Guan's face. He was afraid to tell the truth, and he was eager to be understood.
"I've killed people. I've killed many people. Do you hear me?"
He pressed his lips together, his eyebrows knitted together and his long eyelashes drooped. His lips were trembling due to nervousness, but Qin Guan pressed them together in a sexy way.
The smile on his wife's face disappeared. She stared at Qin Guan in shock and fear.
The close-up shot of Bellimore was very serious and meticulous.
Then...
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The girl laughed unbridledly, showing all her white teeth. If one looked closely, one could even see her little tongue in her throat. She was laughing so hard at Qin Guan's words.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
Qin Guan pursed his lips and blinked his wet eyes. His wife, who didn't believe him at all, was laughing crazily beside him.
He sniffled and sat up straight, accompanied by a pair of pearl earrings that swayed with laughter. "Ha ha ha!"
Qin Guan turned his head. She was still smiling. I turned my head again. She was still smiling.
Alright, let's laugh then. Come, everyone, join me in "Hahaha"
Qin Guan smiled awkwardly. He tried his best to show eight white teeth, but he didn't forget to exchange a glance with his wife.
That's right, forget what I said just now, this is just a joke ….
As time passed, three elderly men, each armed with a gun, allowed them to look back on their lives.
They'll see what they've done, who they've become, and how far they've come to fulfill their dreams as young boys …
The winner would be the one who didn't blow his own head off.
It was Chuck Barris's last show and the last scene of "Confessions of a Dangerous Mind". It had nothing to do with Qin Guan anymore.
That was the operation of a film company. After a farewell beer with the crew, they might not see each other for the rest of their lives.
Because of the huge American film industry, this small group of people could find new job opportunities and start shooting at any time.
Cong Nianwei had forced Qin Guan to stock up in her small shop, and He Minglan had successfully completed her first business deal with Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei.
Today, they bought beautiful Chinese rattan flower baskets and laid a winding red carpet in front of the shop in advance. This meant that the design palace that belonged to the two of them would be open for business in a few days.
Guo Nuoyan, who had been idling ever since his shop had been on the right track, had been coveting the items in the shop during his free time.
He was sure that the shop might give New York an extraordinary storm.
At the door, there were already designers who came to watch the bustle after visiting the Chelsea Market. They wanted to see what kind of shop owner dared to name his store in such a big tone — Beauty of the World. That was really big.
Lan Jin had no time to worry about them. He was working as a free laborer for Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei. He was pulling boxes of goods out of the trunk of a car.
"Sigh, slow down. The things I asked Teacher Rong to bring are all worth a thousand taels of gold. If you break even one of them, I won't forgive you!"
Lan Jin pursed his lips and lay down on the rattan chair by the door. He wouldn't get up even if he was beaten to death.
Lan Jin complained as he watched Qin Guan take the items out one by one.
"Qin Guan, I don't mean to criticize you, but your Ms. Rong is not that good."
This naughty child was only abroad. If Old Madam Rong heard this in the capital, Lan Jin would have a direct experience of what cruelty was.
"Look, it's not that I want to criticize you, but you came all the way here to get a mask made of broken wood, and your expression is still so ferocious … Tsk tsk tsk …"
Cong Nianwei rolled her eyes at Lan Jin and retorted, "You don't even know what a Nuo opera mask is! You don't even know your ancestors!"
She hung a three-eyed Rakshasa mask carved from red willow wood on the wooden wall, which was full of ancient Chinese style, while telling the story of the mask.
"Using facial changes and decoration to depict the wearer's expression is a kind of plastic art. It's more ancient than painting, tattooing and makeup. Do you see that? These streamlined lines make people feel an infinite sense of artistic beauty. "
"Valiant beauty, fierce beauty, ferocious beauty, unyielding beauty..."
Three masks were hung on the wooden wall, but their expressions were vivid and lifelike, each with a different expression.
A middle-aged man with a refined demeanor opened his mouth and said, "Why are you here?
"How much does that red mask cost?" He was pointing at the Three-Eyed Rakshasa, the first mask Cong Nianwei had put on the wall.
"Five hundred dollars."
"Cough cough cough cough …" Lan Jin was coughing so hard that he couldn't even catch his breath.
The middle-aged man's eyes never moved away from the mask. He looked at the situation that was obviously still being cleaned up, but he did not hesitate to make his request.
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