My Hong Kong Island Filmmaker

Chapter 951 True and false horse whip, eye-opening
PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket.

Try?

Thinking of this, Wu Xiaozhu raised his hand and looked at the Vacheron Constantin watch that He Pangpang gave him every day on his wrist to manage time.

After all, he is a moderately serious director with serious business, and he is also very strict in time management, good huh?Besides, this is a foreign country... After all, one should be cautious in life!
What if the paparazzi captures the evidence of the night party?Then Wu Xiaozu, an upright and innocent gentleman who has been innocent all his life, will collapse in his personality?

inappropriate.

Thinking of this, Wu Xiaozu relied on his extraordinary perseverance to throw the card into the wastebasket next to the sink.

Do you really think that a phone number can make him make a fool of himself? ?

Throw it and throw it away!

The whole movement is unrestrained and unrestrained, free and easy but aloof.

"boss……"

Just as Wu Xiaozhu was arranging his cuffs, the bodyguard walked in from the door.

"An invitation has been sent to invite you to a banquet."

Wu Xiaozu took the invitation and looked at it. Three lines of beautiful French were written on the invitation, and an abbreviation of S·m was left in the remarks.The letter paper of the invitation card has a faint scent of fruit and wood, and one can smell that the host has put his heart into it.

In Cannes, it is not uncommon to attend several events and banquets a day.There are often inexplicable invitations to the door, and some are even some 'improper' parties.

Hollywood stars often attend parties held by such 'public relations companies' or 'model agencies', and the scenes are always chaotic.Don't believe in the willpower and integrity of the Gallic chicken. If you believe it, it is better to believe in the enthusiasm of the Italians for the war.

"The person said who invited you?" Wu Xiaozu looked at the exquisite invitation card, not sure about the identity of the person who sent the invitation.

"No, I just brought a gift." The bodyguard handed the long box behind him to Wu Xiaozu.

The black slender box is very delicate.

But I don’t know why, when I saw this box, Xiaozu Wu felt a little familiar——

It seems...Huh? ? ?

Wu Xiaozu looked intently at the exquisite Hermès calfskin riding whip in the box... his eyes narrowed.

In my mind, I seemed to think of the gift I received the night before I left when I first came to Cannes, which was the same Hermès whip.

Originally, he always thought it was from Adjani, but the latter has been noncommittal.After all, Isabelle Adjani already knew that the "shape of Wu Xiaozu" was preserved in all directions, so naturally there was no need to play tricks like this~~ So Wu Xiaozu has always kept it in his heart.

Unexpectedly, when I came to Cannes again this time, I received an identical whip. From this point of view, things are a bit strange.

Who is the opponent? ? ?

"Is the inviter still there?" Wu Xiaozu asked calmly with sharp eyes.

"The person has already left, but left a series of phone numbers. I just said that you have a meeting to be held in half an hour, and the other party said that he will call in half an hour." The bodyguard said while putting a piece of phone number on it. The note was handed over to Wu Xiaozu.

Take the sticky note.

Glancing at the string of numbers above...

Um? ?

Wu Xiaozu was startled.

He quickly turned around and went into the bathroom, bent down, pouted, and struggled to find the wrinkled card from the wastebasket. It was so chic when he threw it just now, but now he bent down and pouted to retrieve it.

Pick it up and compare the two.

Just as seriously as future generations take the lottery.

Wu Xiaozu looked at the two identical phone numbers strangely, with strange and puzzled eyes.

It is difficult for him to combine Sophie Marceau, who has the face of his first love, with Hermes' little leather whip... This French saint is no longer a French trot, this is the rhythm of driving against his face.

"Boss? Want me to talk back?"

"No, help me arrange a car." Wu Xiaozu hesitated for a moment, but still remained cautious and said: "All of you are with me."

It's France after all~~
It's not a peaceful place here.

I don’t know how many people go missing here every year~~ If it weren’t for this, Brian, who has retired, wouldn’t almost overthrow France in order to save his daughter.

France is the favorite city of mercenaries all over the world.

People have traditions.

The Foreign Legion was as ingrained in the French mind as Paris would never be occupied until the French surrendered.

……

The Rivera Bay in Cannes is home to countless luxury yachts.

On the sparkling blue sea, the moonlight is flickering, and the lights on the yacht reflect the dazzling light against the sea water, and every place reveals cheerful moans and the excitement of singing and drinking.

During the film festival, the harbor is like a grand platform, and every brightly lit yacht is a carrier of parties. The sound of motors sets off white waves, and under the moonlight, they slowly sail out of the port, everywhere. It was all laughter and cups intertwined, and everyone enjoyed the carnival brought by the Cannes Film Festival.

Every year, during the Cannes Film Festival, the small umbrellas used can travel around France.Moonlight, lights, champagne, and beauties all make this place a place that makes people linger and forget to return.

Marcé Beach hosts a device that plays open-air movies between the tide and the waves. Every night, a classic movie is shown, and the movie is free to everyone.

On the beach, there is also an ocean feast
The car passed by Palm Avenue in a hurry. On both sides of the road, there were many men and women of various countries and races waiting for help.

They/they are holding impromptu folded cardboard.There are all kinds of "seeking piao information" spelled in English on it. Well, some are tickets, and some are prostitutes. It depends on how you can tell.

Every film festival is the peak period of "private escort" service in Europe, and the business will be very good.

Historically, woodpeckers have set up stations here, selecting women who are willing to dedicate themselves to art as contracted actors.This good habit has been inherited by the woodpecker in this life.

Wu Xiaozu tidied up his suit, was checked by bodyguards and entered the banquet behind the beach.

Of course, he didn't just come to piao Sophie Marceau, this is a small high-style reception, and most of the invited are filmmakers who are somewhat related to Cannes.

This kind of drunken and dreamy place is really suitable for everyone to socialize.

Ok.

Anyway, Wu Xiaozu thought so.

As soon as he walked in, he attracted the attention of many people.

"he came."

In the corner, a woman with brown hair and brown-green eyes in a black party skirt with the corners of her eyes curved downward like a crescent crescent, and a very sweet smile is holding a wine glass, and a staff member comes over to report on her own initiative.

"I'll go back as soon as I go." She smiled at her old Polish boyfriend next to her, who nodded slightly indifferently.

Husband's ex-wife ... er ... watched his girlfriend hugging someone!
　I don't know if you have tears and a runny nose when you catch a cold... The temperature difference has been too big recently, everyone be careful not to catch a cold.It's too uncomfortable.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)