The cleaner, who had witnessed the whole incident, sneakily put his phone, which had already taken a lot of photos, into his trouser pocket.
When she turned around, she began to sing a very joyful tune.
"Wait for me to go up and kill them all …"
Are you a hero fighting against the Japanese?
...
The atmosphere in the bus heading to the city was exceptionally harmonious. In order to express his gratitude to his classmates, Qin Guan, who was already a super rich man, promised to have a dinner together after he finished his work.
As the wealthiest senior in the group, the place he chose couldn't be too shabby.
Let's go to the regional king's residence then. It can't be more expensive …
As a result, Qin Guan felt a pain in his liver after the crowd dispersed.
"Weizi, why don't we just hold a wedding banquet for ourselves? Isn't it great? We even got the gift money and saved the wine money."
Cong Nianwei packed up her luggage without looking back. "Mom and Dad should come tomorrow. Isn't the house too small?"
"Yes, it's small. When I'm done with my business, let's buy a big one together and become a nouveau riche with a luxurious apartment!"
"That's why we have to split up tomorrow. Thank you."
"Not at all. I'm hungry..."
Actually, just like you, I've been drooling over the delicacies of my hometown for a long time. The Chinese restaurants across the ocean have lost their original taste.
"Bean cake, Ai wo wo, sugar ears, and pea cake."
"Cream cake, caramel rings, and three sugar dumplings."
"Fried tripe, fried liver, sliced pork, and a bowl of noodles with soybean paste."
"Sour, sweet, salty, and fresh. It'll be as beautiful as a fairy."
Qin Guan ran downstairs to the Huguo Temple Snack Bar, shouting the rhyme.
It was one of the most famous chain restaurants in Beijing. There were dozens of different kinds of Beijing snacks that had been passed down from generation to generation. After so many years, the taste was still the same.
It was good to be home.
The lingering fragrance of the sticky sesame sauce was accompanied by the crispy and tough tripe, and the smooth and smooth hand-rolled noodles was a lingering fragrance of wheat.
The two young men who were eating happily with their heads touching each other made the uncles and aunties in the shop smile knowingly.
Steadiness and happiness were as simple as that.
The next day, when Sister Xue took him to the press conference of "China Impression", Qin Guan looked refreshed.
When they arrived at the opening ceremony of Beihai Park, they found that the small area had been cleared, which made them unconsciously feel solemn.
There was no media gathering here like when a film company held a press conference.
There were no fashion gatherings like when a fashion company held a press conference.
The people at the press conference all gave off an inexplicable feeling that they were not part of the industry.
How should I put it? It didn't look like a movie, but more like a staff meeting.
When he was led to an area reserved for the actors, he found that they had been assigned to a corner of the hall.
Heh, this is strange. If the participants aren't allowed to show their faces, then what's there to announce?
Qin Guan was eager to learn more about the situation, so he talked to the actors around him and opened their eyes.
"Hello! May I know who you are? "Qin Guan had no impression of the old man, whose hair was half white. Which generation is this old artist from?
"I'm a jade sculptor."
Not an actor...
"I'm the lead dancer of the Central Folk Dance Troupe."
... Not really...
Qin Guan was the only one present who had been an actor.
When the press conference began, Qin Guan noticed Director Zhang's bitterness.
There was a long table, as if it was a meeting between the leaders. As the director of the film, he was arranged to sit at the end of the table.
A kind-looking man knocked on the microphone, which was wrapped in a red cloth in the middle, to announce the official start of the short film that showcased the new look of China.
The Chinese Olympic Sports Center expressed their sportsmanship for 10 minutes.
The Ministry of Culture expressed their support for the film.
The National Tourism Administration believed that the film could be promoted to the public.
The Palace Museum was determined to carry out its task.
The Beihai Park Management Bureau actively cooperated with the production of the short film and ensured that the site was cleared during the shooting.
The Temple of Heaven Park would definitely delimit the area according to the instructions and complete the assigned tasks with quality and quantity without affecting the normal visit of ordinary tourists.
The woman from the Dongjiaomin Lane promised to take good care of the security work.
Hey!
That's enough, this is just a short promotional video for the public …
Just as he was about to fall asleep, a deafening round of applause broke out around him.
How could it not be deafening? After an hour and a half, the press conference finally came to an end.
The leaders who had had enough of the meeting left with their hands clasped behind their backs in satisfaction as this was the final work of the day.
As their assistants and secretaries, they naturally got a complete set of publicity brochures about their subordinates' jurisdictions or the work they were in charge of.
Yes, justice is in the hearts of the people. Director Zhang really knows how to handle matters. As a nationally renowned director, he doesn't put on any airs at all. This film must be well coordinated!
The miscellaneous people finally left, leaving behind a floor full of benches and a group of extras staring at each other.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Qin Guan, you are the only experienced actor here. From now on, you will be in charge of their work arrangements."
"Ah???"
"What 'ah'? Bring your men and follow me! "
"Sigh …"
You're the director. You're the boss. Do whatever you want.
In order to show their thriftiness, several white cars pulled up beside them with a squeaking sound.
They didn't have much experience in TV or film shooting, so they formed a small group around Qin Guan.
The few of them entered the car in a single file. As the driver started the car, they drove towards the first scene of their documentary.
China Seal: Dancing in Beijing was a short documentary that served as a link between the previous and the following Olympic Games. It was a lens that highlighted the transmission and expression of the Olympic spirit of China. It had a certain influence both domestically and internationally.
Naturally, Zhang Yimou received the support of the government for the funding and location he needed for filming.
Take their current location as an example. The National Park Service had consciously controlled the flow of people around the bamboo wharf that was shrouded in white fog and flowing clear water behind the mountain.
In order to ensure a perfect shooting, the staff had to guide the passersby.
PS: Autumn Sword Fish Killer is a grandmaster of China Entertainment. It's also on the first release. It has 340,000 words, and I squeezed a lot of Qidian beans out of it. You're so easy to bully!
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