Chapter 744
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When he held the bag in his hand, he felt that it was very heavy. He didn't know what was inside.
Qin Guan untied the knot on the plate and moved the plate away from the table. Then he poured the contents of the bag onto the table.
Ha! There were many different kinds of things in the bag.
Qin Guan picked up a red booklet with a tacky word "certificate" on it and opened it.
It was a certificate of commendation, but it looked a bit weird.
It was a certificate given to him by the sports department under the Ministry of Culture. It was a kind of encouragement award.
The certificate had originated from the China film "Dancing in Beijing".
The short film, which shocked the world at the closing ceremony of the Athens Olympic Games, was sent to the organizing committee of the International Sports Film and Television Festival by the General Administration of Sport of China and the Bureau of Culture. As a Chinese short film, it would compete for the best film award of the 22nd International Sports Film and Television Festival, the Fiat Award.
The result was self-evident. Zhang Yimou's short film about Chinese sports and culture beat the sports works from France, Germany, and many other countries to win the award in one fell swoop.
As a government award for public behavior, the most important virtue was fairness and impartiality. Everyone who had contributed to this award deserved to be rewarded.
Even if it was just a thin piece of paper, it was enough. It represented your contribution and contribution to this award, and it could not be erased.
Even though he had not been invited to participate in the awards, which had nothing to do with him, Qin Guan had become one of the honored ones.
Cong Nianwei took the red certificate from Qin Guan, who was silent. When she read the content, she couldn't help but smile.
"Award for Special Contribution to the Construction of National Sports Culture. Recipient: Qin Guan. Date of Award..."
It was perfunctory and insincere.
Cong Nianwei was even more curious about what Qin Guan was going to take out next.
As she had expected, Qin Guan looked through the copy of the contract and almost burst out laughing.
Cong Nianwei pushed a thick copy of the document in front of her.
'Take it, it's another large sum of wealth in the family's income. Don't accuse your future husband of hiding his own money. This is my biggest harvest when you're not around!'
Cong Nianwei opened the blue folder curiously. There were two categories in it. One of them was about Qin Guan's shares of Huayi Brothers Film Company. He had bought 10% of the company's shares for only 10 million yuan.
The two brothers owned the majority of the shares in the unlisted family business, so the ratio was unimaginable.
The price was also very affordable. It seemed that Wang Jingcao's increasing activity had given the two brothers a lot of pressure.
The second one was much more interesting. It was the sale of Qin Guan's 400-square-meter compound on the East Second Ring Road. An Zhijie, a small agent, had full authority to act as a second-hand agent for Qin Guan. The price was very attractive.
After more than half a year, Qin Guan and his neighbors finally sold their houses at 2.5 times the initial price, which was 21,000 yuan per square meter, which was a reasonable price.
Qin Guan used the money from the sale of the house and the rights and interests of the shares as betrothal gifts for the two brothers in the future.
Cong Nianwei didn't even raise her eyebrows. She closed the folder and stacked the certificate on top of it.
There was a card in the folder that looked like an invitation card. Qin Guan read it three times before he handed it to Cong Nianwei. "Put it away," he said in a daze.
Cong Nianwei tilted her head curiously and opened the golden invitation.
It was a belated invitation to the premiere of the movie, and there was a complimentary title page at the end of the letter, which explained the status of the movie.
It was an invitation to the premiere of Qin Guan and Julia Roberts' second film, "Closer", at the Los Angeles Theater.
On the white title page, it was stated that they had applied for the film's nomination.
The applications for Best Supporting Actor at the 2005 Academy Awards and Best Supporting Actor at the 2005 Golden Globe Awards, as well as the notification that they were all shortlisted.
That was why Qin Guan, who rarely got distracted, had such a big reaction after reading a few words.
Even if it was just a supporting actor award, it was still a Golden Globe and an Oscar.
Before the Oscars, the Golden Globes were judged by the judges behind closed doors. It could be said that the Golden Globes were the rehearsal and wind vane for every Oscars.
No matter which award he was nominated for, he was excited about it.
When people were excited, they needed a way to vent their emotions, and the best way to release the energy in their bodies was to work.
Web novelists always had cramps, artists always felt like they were becoming colorblind, and chefs always felt like their mouths were tasteless. That was because they lacked passion.
Qin Guan picked Cong Nianwei up and watched as the contracts flew in the air and fell to the ground like waste paper.
Grabbing the car key from the table, he walked downstairs with Cong Nianwei in his arms. It was the same three-story apartment in Xizhimen, the place they had cherished the most.
Unfortunately, the beautiful scene was ruined. Cong Nianwei took the red helmet from the shed blankly and watched as Qin Guan tied the same black helmet on his head calmly.
She pointed at Qin Guan's crotch in disbelief. "That's it? Where's our car? "
Qin Guan was riding a three-wheeled motorcycle, which had been the favorite vehicle of the Imperial Army. It was more balanced than an ordinary motorcycle.
In this early winter where the temperature was just below 10 degrees, in this capital city where the northwest wind was blowing, the couple was really living more and more backward.
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