Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Jiang Zicheng felt that his head was about to explode. After thinking about it, he just couldn't understand why the future he saw twice would be completely opposite.

For the first time, he saw his grievances kneeling between Mr. Xie's legs, believing that he was a poor worm who had been bullied and squeezed, causing him to walk around Xie Beiwang every time afterwards.

This time he saw Xie Beiwang being overthrown, humiliated, and bullied, and he was transformed into a supreme gold master! And from the picture, he Jiang Zicheng is attacking?

Which of these two contradictory futures is true?

This is the first time Jiang Zicheng has encountered such a situation.

There is another thing that makes Jiang Zicheng very concerned: after his ability is activated, he can see the other party's "most caring thing at the time"-and in these two times, Jiang Zicheng's figure appeared in Xie Beiwang's "future".

This shows that "Jiang Zicheng" is the "most concerned thing" in Xie Beiwang's heart.

If this matter falls on someone else, the person involved will definitely be shy and shy.

But Jiang Zicheng was not touched at all.

He thought of the "Biography of Xie Chang'an" under his pillow and the "Legend of Xie Beiwang·Sirius" that the author was still creating, and he hummed and cursed in his stomach: I am really worthy of being a father and son. The innocent star under the unspoken rules.

Xie Beiwang who was inexplicably glared by Jiang Zicheng: "...?"

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On the night of the awards ceremony, the film festival organizers organized an "afterparty" for all the shortlisted films, and you can participate regardless of whether they have won or not. The banquet is held in a side hall of the Cinema Palace, and there is no need to dress up, and the party style is relatively relaxed.

The crew of "Full House" was the biggest winner of this year. Jiang Zicheng and Uncle Cai stepped into the venue with joy, and were soon surrounded by the crowd who came to talk.

Jiang Zicheng is good at socializing, and he feels like a fish in the water on this occasion. Originally, Hu was worried that he would not behave himself, but he did not expect that he would be integrated into the group in just a few minutes.

Jiang Zicheng's English is pretty good, and occasionally when he encounters an accent that is too heavy to understand, he takes out "smirking" Dafa, nodding his head and saying "yeah...sure...well...ithinkso..." and the like. It actually made him fool a lot of people.

But somehow, he always felt that a faint sight fell on him, as if a beast was hiding in the grass behind him, ready to ambush at any time. However, he searched for a circle in the party and did not find the owner of his sight. He could only attribute the strange feeling to his being too sensitive.

After drinking a few drinks, ins added dozens of friends, Jiang Zicheng squeezed out the crowd dizzyly, and found a small corner by the window to blow air.

Suddenly a fragrant wind came from his side, and then a familiar female voice sounded in his ears.

"Jiang Zicheng, so you are hiding here quietly?"

Jiang Zicheng was like Xie Dabai who was caught by his tail. He turned around in fright. He looked at Xie Yingying who appeared behind him in surprise, and stammered: "Miss Xie, why are you here?"

Miss Xie blinked and asked unclearly, "Why can't I be here?...Ah, you don't think that only crew members can attend this party, do you?"

She raised her finger to the side of the hall, and Jiang Zicheng discovered that there was an inconspicuous small staircase there, which led directly to the second floor. On the second floor, there is a small room with all glass. There is a circle of couches in the room, and several figures are sitting on the couch.

Although the location of Jiang Zicheng was far away from the small glass room, he clearly felt a line of sight wrapped around him——

Damn, it really is that Xie Beiwang who is full of serious thoughts!

By the glass window, Xie Beiwang stood alone with one hand in his pocket. From the moment Jiang Zicheng stepped into the banquet hall, the man's sight has been stuck on him, watching the youth use that overly brilliant smiling face to harvest countless hearts.

Seeing Jiang Zicheng looking up, Xie Beiwang raised the glass in his hand to him, and then drank it all in one go.

Jiang Zicheng trembled, feeling that President Xie was not drinking red wine, but his own blood.

Miss Xie next to him was unaware, and enthusiastically invited him: "My brother and the bosses of other film and television companies are on it, and the judges are there. Would you like to go up and say hello?"

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly waved his hand, saying that he was just a little shrimp, so he wouldn't go up and make trouble for the big guys.

He said straightforwardly, but his heart was so painful: What a rare opportunity to talk to so many investors and film judges, if Xie Beiwang is not there, he will definitely get close to it in the first time!

He didn't want to go up, there were people in this banquet who wanted to go up.

Hearing the sound of a quarrel from the stairs, the two followed their reputations and saw two bodyguards guarding the top of the stairs blocking an emotional middle-aged man.

The bodyguard is burly, like two small hills in front of the middle-aged man: "Sir, it's a private party, you can't go up."

The middle-aged man is also black-haired and dark-eyed, but the skin with high nose and deep eyes is darker, so he should be an Indian in appearance.

Strange... Jiang Zicheng thought to himself, among the shortlisted works, there are no Indian films?

The Indian man's English accent was so heavy that Jiang Zicheng couldn't understand it after listening to it for a long time.

But Ms. Xie understood, and helped Jiang Zicheng translate: "The Indian is a documentary filmmaker. I don't know from any channel that the bosses of the film and television companies are on the second floor. It seems that he wants to go up and recommend himself and increase investment."

When filmmakers want to make a work, money is the most important thing. Without money, everything is impossible. Among filmmakers, directors who focus on making documentaries are well known to the poor.

Documentary directors are ambitious, have ideals, have pursuits, have skills, and have capabilities, but...no money.

It costs money to make a documentary, and you can't make any money after the filming. The film and television company will not take real money to make a documentary unless its brain is flooded. Today's documentaries, 70% are funded by government departments or non-profit organizations, and the rest are basically documentary directors who use their own money to "post".

At the end of "posting", there are many directors who have "posted" their wealth.

When Jiang Zicheng heard that the other party was a documentary director, he immediately awed in awe, hurriedly walked over, and invited the down-and-out Indian director.

When the three returned to the light, Jiang Zicheng discovered that the Indian director named Kapil was indeed clanging poorly. The suit was crumpled and didn't fit at all, and the shoes were cleaned, but they were as big as a boat. It seemed that all of his clothes were borrowed.

Ms. Xie was born in wealth, and the big directors I met on weekdays were all commercial films. Where has she ever seen such a hard-working director?

Jiang Zicheng ordered a glass of wine for him, and slowly started talking with him who was frowning.

When he was sorrowful, Kapil was suddenly aroused by the hardship in his heart. He didn't mind that the two young people in front of him met him for the first time, and Kapil confided all his unpaid frustration.

He used to be a commercial film director. He has made two small famous works in Bollywood. A few years ago he decided to make a documentary, but after three years of shooting, he not only dragged down his old company, but also smashed all his wealth into it. , I couldn't finish the filming either.

He bought a plane ticket to Venice with the last amount of money funded by his friends, hoping to try his luck at the film festival and find a new investor.

Jiang Zicheng asked curiously: "What kind of documentary are you filming?"

Kapil: "It's'sex products.' India is a populous country, but we have always been ashamed to talk about sex. This is inconsistent with the speed of people's thinking! Do you know that condoms have been used in India in the past ten years The usage has increased eight times!"

Jiang Zicheng thought, but India is also a big religious country. Shooting a documentary on **** products in a religious country will encounter too much resistance. I am afraid that even if you have sufficient funds, it will be difficult to complete this project.

Kapil has the usual characteristics of Indians. He likes to dance with his hands when speaking, and shakes his head when he talks about excitement. He was ugly, short and chubby, but his eyes were full of love for movies.

Suddenly, he put down his wine glass, pressed his hands tightly on Jiang Zicheng's shoulders, and looked at him with scorching eyes: "Jiang, your movie won the Golden Lion Award this time! You must be one of the most powerful actors in China! You! Do you know any big investors who can invest in my movies? As long as one million, give me another one million, I can realize my dream!"

There was a fire in his eyes, burning in those dark brown eyes. Within an arm's distance, Jiang Zicheng could clearly see the appearance of the flame——

...

Stepping on high heels, Xie Yingying stepped up the stairs step by step and returned to the glass box. The top investors in the film and television industry gathered in twos and threes to discuss the development direction of the film industry in a low voice.

There is only one exception.

"Brother? What are you standing there watching?" Xie Yingying curiously walked to Xie Beiwang's side.

The man leaned against the glass window and looked down to the first floor. She followed his gaze to search, and unexpectedly found a familiar figure.

"Huh? Are you looking at Jiangzicheng and the others?" Xie Yingying didn't feel wrong at all, she was naive, "I didn't expect you to be so concerned about him, brother."

Xie Beiwang didn't answer. His eyes fell on the two people who were chatting very happily. He asked seriously, "That Indian, what did you just say to Jiang Zicheng?"

Xie Yingying answered honestly: "He is a documentary director. He wants Jiang Zicheng to introduce investors to him."

"The documentary director..." Xie Beiwang repeated these words, and finally let go of his nervousness. It turned out to be a mere documentary director, so there is no threat. He asked casually: "Then what did he shoot?"

Xie Yingying: "Condom."

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Xie Yingying counted with her fingers: "They also mentioned dildos, **** underwear, SM tools and so on. Oh, he was out of money when he photographed SM, so he wanted to come here to try his luck."

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Xie Beiwang felt that his current expression must be very exciting.

However, Xie Yingying poured oil on the fire again: "The director also said that if Jiang Zicheng can invest one million for him, he can give him all the **** toys he treasures! "

"..." The man darkened his eyes, stuffed the wine glass in his hand into his sister's hand, turned and left the box, and walked up the stairs.