My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 1436

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At Nice Airport, a large Scania-branded bus was parked outside, and the driver with very dark skin was standing beside the bus, smoking a cigarette.

The entire airport has a high flow of people. Many tourists, film fans, film practitioners, and the media walked out of the airport, holding maps and pushing suitcases and speaking different languages. They chose to rent a car, carpool, take a bus or train to Cannes, which is more than 30 kilometers away. .

Can you imagine that the famous Cannes has no direct airport?If it weren't for Director Jia's Pingyao Film Festival, it wouldn't be able to go on... the whole airport would have to be high and low.

Of course, I can understand that it is more convenient to go from Nice to Cannes than from the capital to Panggezhuang...

"Thinking back to the period of World War II, this historic coastal city of Nice changed hands between Italy and France more than a dozen times, and it is really a strategic location.

There are many Italians, Spaniards, and Portuguese immigrants here, who are deeply influenced by various cultures. Speaking of the history of Nice, it has a long history..."

Thick three to seven hairstyle sprayed with jelly, clean shaved face, a large gray suit specially bought in Wangfujing Pierre Cardin with a colorful floral tie, the little poet reciter is clutching a big brother pretending to be Da, as soon as he got out of the airport, he began to drop book bags for everyone in the same group.

"Then I understand, the thoroughfare of nine provinces."

A bald man was stuck on a big bamboo pole... no, it should be half bald, wearing light-colored trousers on his lower body, ironed evenly.

There is a cowhide belt on the waist, a bunch of keys and a BB machine, the blue and white Polo shirt is tucked into the trousers, and the semi-bald head is turned left and right to see that everything is fresh,

I brushed my hair that was blown away by the wind, and deliberately put it neatly in the middle, and asked with a sigh, "So this is Xiaoteng County in Europe?"

"Uh???"

The red-faced little master was choked instantly, and didn't know how to refute Ge You's brain circuit for a moment.

Just feeling a little down.

This is Europe, can Fuji County compare?
Moved to the side, afraid that his rustic manner would tarnish his "superior" temperament.

Brother Kai really feels that there is a difference between himself and ordinary people... When he and his wife Honghuang sat in Lincoln for the first time, he excitedly said to his wife: "From now on, we are the masters of the people." '

It cannot be seen from this why Kai Ge's movies have not been able to get close to the broad masses of the people.

This old boy belongs to the category of rinsing the cup first when drinking water from the Ganges River-you are so particular about people!
"Huh!"

"Hey!"

"There are black buddies in this place?" Uncle Ge, a semi-bald strong man, rolled his eyes wildly.

"There are so many white hats?"

Gong Li, who came out pushing the luggage cart and was wearing a dress, was also quite curious. As she walked, the skirt propped up by her hips was close to the skin, twisting back and forth.

"Not surprisingly, there are also many immigrants from the Middle East and West Africa here."

The little master brushed his thick hair, took the opportunity to wipe off his sweat and quickly explained, "It's been a glorious 30 years, from 45 to 75 years, in order to promote the economy, France liberalized its immigration policy..."

"Hey, it sounds like our ten-year plan. It is indeed an old revolutionary base area." Ge You joked.

"..."

The population composition of France at this time is actually not too complicated. Unlike later generations, Joan of Arc can be pissed off after her resurrection.

As a western country with the highest proportion of white hat population, 8% of France's population comes from white hat countries, which also makes the rate of terrorist attacks in France remain high.

At the same time, the population of black buddies in France accounted for more than 15%, and 60% of the newborn population in later generations was black.

Black Lanxi Commune is just around the corner.

"Hey, look at his armpits, the tan is really well-proportioned." Ge You felt that something was wrong while talking, and some people nearby raised their hands very freely, showing their tanned armpits nest, and plopped down on the ground.

The skillfulness makes him and the tourists around him baffled.

Immediately afterwards, I saw two bearded men running by the side of the road holding an AK.

"Fuck!"

Immediately, the tourists became a mess and fled like birds and beasts. The crew of "Farewell My Concubine" hurriedly retreated, while the security personnel here spoke German, Italian and French to evacuate the crowd.

Their position is not deep, so the danger is not great, but they can see pedestrians running around in a panic outside the door.

However, come and go in a hurry.

After a few minutes, there was no movement outside.

But the tourists still held their heads and dared not move.

Looking at the few locals who raised their hands high, they scattered the dust from their bodies and climbed up skillfully, without any sequelae of panic at all.

It wasn't until the security staff called that they stood up belatedly.

"You're really skilled in raising your hands." Ge You couldn't help but spat, "This France is too dangerous. There are people running around with guns in the street?"

In fact, as the second largest city in France, Nice, a city close to the Mediterranean Sea, often becomes a transit point for mercenaries. Many international hyenas from the Middle East and Africa often haunt here.

This kind of situation, the old French irons have long been accustomed to it.

I didn't look at the raised hands... There is such a kind of city people's proficiency in the throws?Do you think the stinky beggars in other parts of Europe can be as humiliating as the French?

This is the inheritance and foundation in the bones.

"Let's go to Cannes now."

Xiao Daren hurriedly urged the rest of the crew, and from a distance, he saw the bus driver who raised his hand faster than smoking a cigarette just now, holding a sign with the Chinese characters of "Goodbye My Concubine" and the English name of "Farewell My Concubine" .

"Here, here..."

Xiaodaren urged the accompanying French translator to confirm the completion, and then ran to the bus in a hurry.

There are not too many people in the crew, and there are not too many people. Counting the translators and staff, there are eight or nine people, and one bus is more than enough.

A mixed-race man in a black suit stood beside the bus driver.

"Director Chen, Miss Gong, you can just call me Andy. The boss has prepared a big meal for you at the hotel. Don't worry about what happened just now. It's been a bit chaotic here in France recently, but don't worry about safety issues. I will take care of you." Be responsible for everyone's security." Andy smiled and relieved.

He is the elite captain of Hearthstone Security, and he has been with Fei Cheng and Wu Xiaozu for a long time. This time, he is also the young man that Ah Wen took the initiative to support.

"That's good, three grams of oil."

Xiao Daren got in the car and returned to his ordinary and confident state, speaking with a suburban London accent mixed with English sentences. He felt that this mixed Chinese and English speaking style was very foreign.

This can also be separated from those smelly mud legs.

That's right, Zhang Yimou was the one he demoted.

Not at all foreign.

One old hat.

You can tell just by looking at the clothes... Thinking of this, Director Chen handsomely shook the big Rolex watch that Mr. Wu gave him before, raised his wrist and glanced, "It's not early, then go and meet Lao Wu as soon as possible Bar."

"Everyone with a watch likes to check the time?" Ge You bowed his waist and lowered his head to sit in the back row, and then joked to Gong Li who was sitting in front of him.

Gong Li didn't answer, but looked at the gift box in his hand.

This was given to her by the bodyguard just now—it was said to be a welcome gift specially prepared for her by the boss.

Open the gift box.

The corners of Gong Li's eyes twitched and he smiled.

(End of this chapter)