My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 337 Confirmed eyes, this is not the right person!
PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket!

The Peninsula Hotel, 22 Salisbury Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, Hong Kong.

In the famous lobby tea house on Hong Kong Island, a pot of aged Pu’er is placed on the table, with a mild fragrance, and several baskets of famous Cantonese tea are decorated beside it.

Wu Xiaozu crossed his legs and casually leaned on the sofa, holding a Chinese magazine with colorful pages and swimsuit cover - "Ming Pao Weekly".

"No. 22 fashion assistant Li Meifeng and No. 3 model Qiu Shuzhen fight on and off the field, and all the beauties backstage show famous brands and compete for the jade stage show appointment"

The cover chose the image of the Miss Hong Kong Island Swimsuit Contest more than a month ago, which was divided into two by tear marks in the middle. On the left is a full-body blue three-point photo of Qiu Shuzhen, and on the right is a full-body gold three-point photo of Li Meifeng, which is very eye-catching.

Wu Xiaozu looked at Qiu Shuzhen, who had her hips crossed and camel toe out, and slightly stiffened to show respect.

1987 was the 15th anniversary of Miss Hong Kong Island, and TVB specially carried out reforms in order to show its grandeur.

The date has been postponed from June to September.The number of beauties shortlisted has been reduced from 6 to 9, and they even flew to Southeast Asia, Japan and other places for filming, which shows the importance attached.Although the curtain had already ended, the show of "Miss Hong Kong" continued off the court.

"Brother Zu—Chen sir is here."

Ye Weixin led a man with a shaved face, a rigid face, and sharp eyes over.

"...Hehe, Chen sir—" Wu Xiaozu subconsciously covered the small tent with "Ming Pao Weekly", and the magazine formed an inverted V posture.

In the past two days, I woke up very angry.Easy to raise the flag.

"Peninsula Hotel invites me to drink tea... rich and powerful?"

Chen Bingzhong glanced at Wu Xiaozu with eagle eyes, took out a pack of Marlboro from his pocket, popped one out and held it firmly in his mouth, touched his shirt, and raised his chin at Wu Xiaozu, "It's not convenient to borrow a fire?"

Needless to say, Ye Weixin took the initiative to take out the lighter to light a cigarette, but Wu Xiaozu held down his arm. Wu Xiaozu took out his finely crafted Zippo and lit it for Chen Bingzhong himself.

"Yo, U.S. Navy Zippo?"

Chen Bingzhong glanced at the lighter and raised his eyebrows, "Director Wu is really making so much money recently? A military commemorative Zippo costs several thousand dollars?"

"Chen sir Zhongyi, can I see you off?" As he said, he threw the lighter.

"Thanks, but I'm really afraid that Lao Lian will stare at me...forget it."

Chen Bingzhong looked at the lighter in his hand, shook his head, threw it back to Wu Xiaozu, pulled up a chair and sat down, fixed his gaze on the other side, and asked curiously, "You're in such a hurry to find me, what's the matter?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I happened to see the photo of Qiu Shuzhen leaked from "Ming Pao Weekly", and she looked weird.

"Last month's news, right? It's been almost a month since Miss Hong Kong ended, and you just started paying attention?"

"What? Oh... You said magazines!"

Wu Xiaozu was stunned, then suddenly picked up "Ming Pao Weekly", smiled, "I just took it from the newspaper shelf in the lobby to pass the time. I didn't pay much attention to the content."

"This Qiu Shuzhen is quite beautiful, but many people say that she has undergone plastic surgery. But I think it is impossible. If this Miss Qiu hadn't been reported by Huang Ying, she might have won the championship! It's a pity..."

Chen Bingzhong said something out of nowhere, which made Wu Xiaozu baffled.I don't know that this serious and stereotyped Sir Chen's style of painting has suddenly become so girlish.

"I can't say it's a pity. At least because of this scandal, the people of Hong Kong Island have a deeper impression of Qiu Shuzhen who retired from the competition. This kind of competition is not for fame after all, and it doesn't matter whether you are a champion or not."

Wu Xiaozu laughed casually, "Maybe behind this scandal, there are masters behind the scenes to help her out..."

I didn't see Chen Bingzhong's face like a dark iron pot at all.

……

In front of the huge fountain of the Peninsula Hotel, a black Rolls Royce slowly parked in front of the main entrance.

"Huang Sheng, please—"

The doorman in all white uniform and white hat greeted the man who got out of the car with a warm smile.

The man is of medium build, with black-rimmed glasses, a moustache, a polo shirt with the collar turned up, and a stiff hairstyle, looking arrogant and mad.Just like Lu Tao in "Struggle", there is a hint of bohemian love and freedom in the earthy aura...

"Swipe brush-"

The man with the mustache took out his wallet, impatiently pulled out a few Hong Kong dollars of different denominations, and threw them on the ground behind him, then strode eagerly towards the lobby.

"Thank you Huang Sheng!"

The doorman ignored the surprised gazes around him, thanked him, and squatted down to pick up the Hong Kong dollars scattered on the floor.

"I'm ashamed of you, who is so arrogant?" The doorman next to him asked enviously and dissatisfied.

"Does Yulang International know? Huang Yulang, the big boss of Yulang International!" The doorman who straightened up after picking up the money replied impatiently.

Huang Yulang?
The doormen next to me were speechless.Although he has worked in the Peninsula Hotel all year round, he has met countless big shots.But Huang Yulang, who is worth hundreds of millions and is a media tycoon in the city, makes them look up to him even more.

Huang Yulang can be regarded as the prototype of the "Hong Kong Island Dream". From a worthless poor boy to a media tycoon, it is indeed very inspirational. In recent years, he has also become one of the "idols" among the young people of Hong Kong Island.

Yulang International not only dominates Chinese comics in Hong Kong Island and Southeast Asia, but also frequently sells them in newspapers and magazines. It owns a number of media publications with high circulation in Hong Kong Island and Southeast Asia.

……

Lobby cafe.

"Ale?"

Chen Bingzhong took a sip of the 15-year-old Pu'er tea soup, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "He's a minor, and he hasn't really been sentenced.

At most, it will only last for two years, and if it is the fastest, it will be released in one and a half years. Azu, why do you need to do things like this? "

Wu Xiaozu paused the hand holding the teacup, then put it down silently, his gaze deep and introverted.

"If you don't do some things, you just can't let go of this tone in your heart."

Wu Xiaozu lowered his face, stroking the teacup with his fingers, and said in a deep and deep voice: "Besides, Brother Zhong—you also know that he is only a child, at the age of his prime.

Don't talk about two years and one year, where it will be hard to endure for a few months.No one knows who will meet inside and what will happen!

As a boss, I can't really pretend to be deaf and dumb, can I?If there is a chance, always try it. "

"I think you are doing business and making movies, and I finally know how to eat brains."

Chen Bingzhong sneered, "Looking at it now, he still looks like a young and Dangerous boy! Do you really think your family ran the prison?
If it was really easy to arrange, I might as well have arranged for you to be released from prison earlier. "

The voice paused, seeing Wu Xiaozu remained silent, he continued to speak: "I'll go back and try to see if I can apply for medical parole.

You can also ask his school teachers and classmates to write letters to the prison to intercede.If he behaves well enough, his sentence will be reduced. "

"Le Zai is better than me, so it's okay."

Only then did Wu Xiaozu show a smiling face, "Brother Zhong, you are so troublesome. At worst, I will donate hundreds of thousands to the police force, and it will be credited to you."

The Chen sir in front of him has a typical knife-mouthed bean curd heart.

When I was released from prison, I happened to catch up with the big storm in the rivers and lakes.He also deliberately went to the prison to "remind" himself by pretending to be a "threat".

Thinking about it now, I'm afraid he was really worried that Wu Xiaozu would go nowhere again, so he appeared on purpose, right?
"Hundreds of thousands?"

Chen Bingzhong rolled his eyes, unceremoniously stretched out his hand to nod Wu Xiaozu, and said angrily: "Please! Nowadays, there are many rich and famous people in the city who want to donate money to the police force and they have to queue up. Which one are you?

Besides, do you think those high-level ghosts in the police force will accept donations from young and Dangerous at this time?He took dry shares in many companies casually, which is the kind of money that even the cheapest can't find it easily!

Would you stick to your body odor?Is it true that all bad people are idiots?I don't know how many people want to send money in front of the Police Officer's Club!

You want to send money... let's talk about changing your body first!

However, relying on your reputation for making movies, you may not be able to get into the eyes of the high-level police force in the future.

You also know that the police force also needs public relations and publicity.effort--"

Chen Bingzhong stretched out his hand and patted Wu Xiaozu's shoulder, which made Wu Xiaozu look depressed.

Suddenly rich ≠ status!
"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound from the teahouse not far away.

Wu Xiaozu looked up in surprise, just in time a man with a mustache left the table with an uneasy expression, shaking his sleeves and panting.

Looking at each other——

Huang Yulang got up angrily and left, raised his head, just in time to see a bunch of gloating eyes looking over.

Looking carefully, he found that the owner of this gaze was looking at himself and the beautiful loli beside him quite unscrupulously.

For an instant.

A wave of inflammation rose in Huang Yulang's prostate, spiraling along with the cramping pain in his lower abdomen - from embarrassment to anger.

(End of this chapter)