The people at the table were captivated by the delicious food, so they didn't notice Han Zhujiu's words.
The people at his table were all bodyguards of their respective bosses. To put it nicely, Han Zhujiu was the only one there.
No matter what, he was the big boss of the 'Black Star Security Company', and this man whose name resounded throughout America's Chinatown was currently suffering from the resentment of illegal personnel.
"Are you Qin Guan's bodyguard?"
"Yes."
"Did your boss tell you what film he's going to make next?"
"No."
"No way! He's his bodyguard! How could he be so disloyal? Don't you listen to him when he talks to others about work? "
"No."
"Why? Are you being doubted by your boss? You are so pitiful... "
"I don't understand!"
I'm so happy that I've finally said those two words! Wait, why are you so happy? I haven't done what my boss told me to do yet.
"So, we know each other now. Let me tell you, Brother Pan is very capable. He is involved in both futures and stocks. Film investments are nothing to him. He doesn't lack money! "
"Call us if Brother Qin Guan is short of money!"
One of the people who looked the most reliable handed Han Zhujiu a business card with the words' Wenzhi Investment Bank '. Only when Han Zhujiu stuffed the business card into his pocket did the other party retract his slightly threatening gaze in satisfaction.
Squatting on a chair like a reincarnated hungry ghost, the bald man was holding a large porcelain bowl as big as the small washbasin in the teahouse. He smiled contemptuously at the group of Hong Kong henchmen.
What a bunch of idiots! The man with the poker face is not someone you can deal with!
Behind the big bowl, Ong, who had a grain of rice at the corner of his mouth, instinctively looked at his boss.
His boss, who had always been known for his wisdom, put his arm around Qin Guan's shoulder and smiled.
Forget it. Strictly speaking, his boss was just a chicken feed seller. No matter how big his business was, he couldn't change the Chinese businessman's old habit of patriotism.
He had originally fought for the role for his daughter, but after the role was over, he insisted on coming over to meet him in person.
Even a fool like Bassoon knew that his boss's business in China must have been handed over to the other party.
That's right, whoever said that Muay Thai was a fool. The Thai businessman, Xie Hanren, had a different purpose from the others. He was here to support the Chinese.
His series of measures in China had been perfectly implemented.
He is Thailand's wealthiest second-generation heir, the true owner of the Lotus of Beginnings, and the heir to Zhengda Group's 5% shares.
Just from the name that his father, the real owner of the Zhengda Group, had given him, it was clear that the whole family felt a sense of belonging to China.
Qin Guan received the best gifts from the three businessmen during his trip to Los Angeles.
It was a list that was comparable to that of a large domestic group.
Finally, Qin Guan was able to get rid of his small business model and get a list from a large company that even a medium-sized accounting firm could look up to.
The scale of QC International had risen once again, reaching the standard of a medium-sized accounting firm with tens of millions of US dollars in revenue.
This kind of result was really smashed with a single performance. This overnight effort was equivalent to two to three years of the most step-by-step promotion efforts of a team.
Qin Guan thanked China, the country full of favors, and the rich businessmen who loved their hometown and motherland.
It was a perfect time for morning tea. It was a short gathering of the three parties. The people who had accomplished their respective goals also went their separate ways as time passed.
The three parties rushed in three different directions, but on this afternoon in Los Angeles, they all got their own satisfactory answers.
As Qin Guan put on his conservative black suit with the help of his assistant, Wang Liying ran over to tell him that Director Chen had won an award at the Queens Film Festival in New York.
It was the Best Foreign Film Award.
Although it was an award that was not well known in the country, it gave the movie, "If. Love", which was the first time it went abroad, a good start.
Qin Guan, on the other hand, was cheering for himself in his heart.
He hoped that his good luck would bring him some surprises at the ceremony.
After all, what kind of actor could stay calm at such a grand ceremony?
Qin Guan couldn't do it, and no one else could either.
Director Mike Nichols was one of them. "Closer" had won five awards at the Golden Globes, including the Best Director Award. For American filmmakers, the Oscars were the most important.
Natalie Portman, who had been nominated for Best Supporting Actress at the Oscars, walked on the red carpet with Qin Guan.
The two young faces of the Oscars instantly occupied the media from all over the world, who were eager to find gimmicks.
There were no screams at the Berlin Film Festival, no artistic atmosphere at the Cannes Film Festival, and no craziness on the eve of the Golden Globes.
There were simply too many big stars crowding the two small red carpets at the front and back of the stage.
These movie stars, who wanted to make a name for themselves in the annual event, could easily be found on the red carpet here.
For the media here, it was too much for their eyes to take in. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were dazzled.
Qin Guan, who had just joined the club with a box office of 10 million yuan, felt comfortable.
It was as if he was the most ordinary person attending the grandest annual meeting in the industry.
At the request of Wang Liying, he took a photo with the huge Oscar statue and quickly sneaked into the waiting area of the second group of people who had finished walking the red carpet or were hiding from the red carpet.
Over there, the majority of the Stealing Heart crew had already gathered. Everyone seemed to be chatting with the people around them and their assistants, but in reality, everyone's hearts had flown to the auditorium door that was only a dozen meters away from them.
When the gate opened, a series of invitations were sent to the audience. The audience took their seats in an orderly manner and the opening prologue of the Oscars was slowly rising.
It wasn't until he sat down that he noticed the subtle changes in the seating arrangement.
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