From traffic to movie star

Chapter 370 A $1000 Shocking Gamble
Kang Cheng felt that he might be crazy.

When Wei Xun said that he would take them to the scene, he agreed without any hesitation.

Yes, there is indeed a conflict with Wei Xun.

But that is in China, and everyone is fighting in the nest, no matter how much they fight, it is impossible to overstate it.

Now that you are in Hollywood, after you go abroad, no matter who you are, as long as you are Chinese, it represents the face of Chinese people.

So seeing the special effects of the storm, Kang Cheng felt aggrieved.

He was even more aggrieved when he was kicked out by the storm employees.

Because of this kind of grievance, Kang Cheng's brain became hot, and he agreed to accompany Wei Xun to smash the scene.

But what Kang Cheng didn't know was that Wei Xun began to accept him because of the aggrievedness he showed, and was willing to take him to the scene.

Because if there is a group of people who can save Huaxia Film in the future, then this group of people must be the youngest filmmakers.

Youth represents passion and disobedience.

Hollywood, outside the Heaton Hotel.

Wei Xun, Kang Cheng, Bao Qiang, Xiao Xiaoyang, and Lin Fan stood in a row.

After a moment of silence, Kang Cheng asked, "Just walk in like this?"

"if not."

Wei Xun asked back: "Or, are you afraid?"

Kang Cheng took a deep breath and said, "I have nothing to be afraid of. Anyway, if something goes wrong, you should explain it to the Film Bureau. I hope you can really get the place back tonight, instead of letting us embarrass you with you. "

In fact, until now, no one knew how Wei Xun planned to come here tonight to find a place.

But they still came.

Among the learning activities arranged by the Film Bureau, tonight on the banquet floor of the Heaton Hotel, there will be an exchange meeting for young directors from all over the world.

After showing his identity plate, Wei Xun led Bao Qiang and the others into the Heaton Hotel.

At this moment, in the banquet floor of the Heaton Hotel, dozens of young directors are chatting in twos and threes.

"These Chinese people still want to visit the storm. Look at these poor poor ghosts. Can they afford the money for special effects?"

In the middle of the banquet, a blond old man in his 50s was sitting on the seat, and said in an exaggerated and mocking tone: "And the whole of Hollywood knows that Mr. Smith-Mayer hates Chinese people the most, so they only visited halfway. was kicked out."

The blond old man's name is Baldwin.

Hearing Baldwin's words, several young white people next to him laughed mockingly. Their voices were so loud that the chattering people around them frowned in disgust.

But because the supporters standing behind Baldwin are the Golden Lion and Smith-Meyer, no one dared to provoke him.

"I heard that the Chinese people who came to the exchange meeting this time provoked Baldwin."

"Poor Huaxia people, they will be miserable later."

"Don't worry about these things, I don't want to get into trouble."

Everyone was discussing in low voices, and they all mourned in advance for the Huaxia people who will arrive later. Of course, there is no lack of mentality of wanting to watch a good show.

At this time, the door of the banquet hall was pushed open.

Wei Xun walked in with Bao Qiang and others.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was suddenly quiet, and everyone realized that the poor ghosts targeted by Baldwin tonight had come.

"Wow."

Sure enough, Baldwin sat on his seat and said in a strange tone: "Look, who is here. Friends from China, you didn't receive hospitality during the storm, so are you coming here to fill your stomach?"

The blond young men beside Baldwin let out undisguised titters.

Under everyone's gaze, Wei Xun drove all the way to Baldwin, and said, "Since you know we haven't eaten, why don't you hurry up and order something, is this how your waiters at the Seaton Hotel treat guests?"

The waiter at the Heaton Hotel?

Baldwin's face became very embarrassed when he heard this.

A young white man next to him said, "This is Mr. Baldwin, a great Hollywood director."

"Wow."

Wei Xun imitated his tone, and said in surprise: "It turned out to be the famous Mr. Baldwin. I'm sorry, I don't know him. But if I remember correctly, this is a place for young directors to communicate. Why did you appear here? You don't look... very young."

There was a burst of laughter all around.

Baldwin stood up from his seat and said with an ugly face: "I don't need to explain to you where I appear. As for you not knowing me, it's not surprising that Chinese people are always so ignorant."

"Ok."

Wei Xun spread his hands, looked at Kang Cheng on the left, and asked, "So who is Baldwin?"

Kang Cheng kindly reminded: "The director of the rotten movie "White Shark" was once rubbed against the ground by your "Wolf Warrior" when it was released in China."

As his voice fell, the laughter in the banquet hall grew louder.

Everyone knows that "White Shark" is a headache for Baldwin.

I thought that this group of Chinese people would be tortured by Baldwin tonight, but I didn't expect that Baldwin's face would turn blue when they came out.

"Oh, so it's you."

Hearing what Kang Cheng said, Wei Xun looked at Baldwin and said with a smile: "It's just a defeated general, what kind of powerful person should I be?"

"Ridiculous, do you dare to say that Mr. Baldwin is your defeat? As far as I know, films made by Chinese people have never entered Hollywood, and they can only please themselves by paralyzing their own base."

Behind Baldwin, a young white director said in a disdainful tone: "Even if Mr. Baldwin's "White Shark" is not good enough, but this film has been released all over the world. This is Hollywood, not you Huaxia. Could it be that before After the storm has seen our special effects technology, hasn't it told you to be honest?"

Wei Xun was silent for a moment, then said, "I understand."

Baldwin looked at Wei Xun with a sneer on his face.

I thought it was a man with a lot of backbone, but I didn't expect to soften up after a few words.

However, at the next moment, Wei Xun said: "So you mean, the thing that I beat you last time can't be counted, right?"

That's what I said, but it sounds really good!

Baldwin said with an ugly face: "What's the use of lip service? In fact, don't talk about the technology of the film industry. Even if you don't rely on special effects, what qualifications do you have to compete with me here? I don't need to say more about the global box office of "White Shark" Yes, but it's a pity that Hollywood's channels and markets will never be opened to you poor Chinese people."

"Really, I don't believe it."

Wei Xun put away his smiling face and said in a cold voice: "Before I came here, I checked on the Internet, and you have a movie to be released soon. You think movies made by Chinese people can't enter Hollywood, and you think movies made by Chinese people can't be released in Hollywood. The global box office surpasses you, so if that's the case, take a gamble and bet on your next movie."

Baldwin seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He mocked with an exaggerated expression: "Do you think your movie can surpass me at the global box office? In fact, let alone surpass me, you simply cannot open up global movie release channels. "

Wei Xun asked: "Just tell me if you dare to bet."

Baldwin sneered and said: "Why should I bet with you? Is it possible that I win the bet and get the money? If you can come up with 1000 million US dollars, who wouldn't be willing to gamble?"

Hearing Baldwin's words, many spectators around laughed.

What a joke, with a $1000 million bet, Baldwin was either kicked in the head by a donkey, or deliberately humiliated the Chinese people.

"$1000?"

However, amidst the laughter, Wei Xun twitched the corners of his mouth and said calmly, "Yes."

After his words fell, the entire banquet hall fell silent.

What is this Chinese man talking about, he agreed to this $1000 million bet?
Oh my god, is this fucking a joke!
(End of this chapter)