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Chapter 314 Chapter 321 Han Qiao Is My Confidant

The love in ancient times was simple and beautiful. It was dragged down with a stick and dragged back into the cave. We lived together and lived happily ever after.

It can be inferred from this.

When a man sees a woman, he will feel dizzy.

Women will feel dizzy when they see the stick.

Han Qiao does not admit that he is a scumbag, he is just affectionate and affectionate, and wants to give all the girls who love him a home.

The bedside lamp was dim, and there was a "pop", the lighter was burning with sparks, and Han Qiao blew smoke from his throat, floating like a fairy.

Gao Yuanyuan snuggled up to Han Qiao, smelling the smoke, her eyebrows frowned, and she didn't speak.

Because of her mother, almost no one in the house smokes.

Han Qiao put out the cigarette, put his arms around Gao Yuanyuan, and babbled: "Sister Yuanyuan, I've contacted the hospital. We'll take my aunt to see if it's okay the day after tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Auntie will be fine with a kind daughter like you."

The night was silent.

The two hugged each other tightly, and Han Qiao talked tirelessly.

Hypocritical scumbags always talk more and do less.

Hanqiao is different.

He does a lot.

hiss……

My back hurts again.

"Yeah." Gao Yuanyuan was a little absent-minded. During this period of time, because of her mother's illness, she was distracted. All kinds of things were chaotic, and she was depressed. She lay her head in Han Qiao's arms and didn't want to talk.

The two enjoy the aftertaste of intimacy.

"By the way, Xiaoqiao." Gao Yuanyuan's expression was tangled, and after a while, she whispered, "Xiaoqiao, let me go to Shenyang to see Qin Lan for you."

"Ok?"

Han Qiao's expression was as usual, very calm, he brushed Gao Yuanyuan's hair with his fingers, and opened his mouth: "Sister Yuanyuan, Qin and I..."

Warm fingers covered her lips.

Gao Yuanyuan looked serious and her eyes were firm: "Xiaoqiao, after all, I am the one who is sorry for Qin Lan..."

"I should...well..." Gao Yuanyuan's palms were itchy, and she stared angrily: "Don't make trouble, I'm serious."

Don't want to be the moment before.

Don't really don't at this moment.

woman.

Fickle.

Han Qiao withdrew his tongue, put his arms around Gao Yuanyuan, stroked her beautiful back with a scheming look, and looked sorry for the sky: "Sister Yuanyuan, you didn't feel sorry for Qin Lan, and Qin Lan didn't feel sorry for you, it's all my fault. At that time, I really wanted to cut myself in half with a knife."

Han Qiao said.

The head didn't stop, it plunged into the waves, and the two halves were softly separated.

"Two halves are enough?"

Han Qiao coughed, poked his head out, and said cautiously, "Three and a half?"

"hiss…………"

"Sister Yuanyuan, take it easy."

Gao Yuanyuan grabbed Han Qiao's hair desperately, angry and helpless, for a while, lying on her back, complaining to herself: "How can I ask you to do this..."

"I am a junior myself."

The two figures on the white ceiling are lingering, and Gao Yuanyuan's heart is entangled.

In the past, she could tell herself that Han Qiao and Qin Lan had no public relationship, everyone was the same.

but.

Qin Lan is pregnant.

Now I somehow became a "third party".

Annoyed, disgusted with Han Qiao, grabbed his hair and threw it away, kicked the dog man's ass with his slender legs, turned his head, put the quilt on his arm, and puffed up: "Don't hug me, hug your good sister! .”

under the bed.

Han Qiao hugged the pillow.

Sin ah.

………………

Archer. "

The next day, Times Starry Sky.

The warm winter sun slanted through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and it was warm and bright. Han Qiao put down the hot water cup and got warmer. He didn't sleep well last night and felt a little cold.

Gao Yuanyuan has a gentle temperament and a little lack of self-confidence, so if it is not the last moment, she will not make a decision.

Hold tight.

Thinking about something in my heart, I clicked on the Tianya Forum.

In the past few days, the public opinion turmoil of "Golden Horse Awards beating" has intensified, both fueled by newspapers and deliberately done by Han Qiao.

Nobody.

effort.

A World Without Thieves.

Of the three films, only Unknown has the least marketing expenses. If there is no surprise, then no one will care about this film.

Whatever it is now.

The unknown generation is well known to passers-by.

but.

If negative news is allowed to continue, it is undoubtedly a risk, even though black and red are also red.

but.

Han Qiao didn't want to learn from Yang Dami at all.

Move the mouse across the screen, and the number one "hot post" on Celebrity World is: "Hanqiao Golden Horse Awards beat Cai Kangyong, shameful and hateful."

Currently.

The cumulative number of reposts exceeds [-].

Netizens held their own opinions and argued endlessly: "Han Qiao is indeed too much, what occasion is the Golden Horse Awards, it is the highest award for Chinese-language films, let alone Baodao, I think he is used to being arrogant in the mainland, so he is so unscrupulous. "

"Block Han Qiao."

"I think you guys are stupid. Cai Kangyong of the Golden Horse Award publicly made the remarks of "a certain independence", and Han Qiao supported it for the sake of national justice."

"Leaving aside the facts, beating is wrong. How can Han Qiao say that he is a popular youth idol? Could it be that he wants to teach young people to use violence to solve problems? What Zhou Liming said is right. Han Qiao is too hateful. In the future, Bao The islanders even misunderstood us from the mainland.”

"I read Zhou Liming's article. Han Qiao had a good intention, but he was wrong after all. I hope he can realize his mistake."

"Good regards, Mr. Zhou."

"…………"

Han Qiao's face darkened, but Zhou Liming appeared frequently after several floors.

Searched Zhou Liming's blog.

Han Qiao couldn't help laughing, his liver hurt from anger, Zhou Liming was biting him.

Just a few days.

There are as many as a dozen articles published on him, and the number of viewers exceeds one million, which shows the far-reaching influence.

The latest post: "A detailed count of Han Qiao's three major crimes".

Han Qiao clicked on the article and glanced over.

"Today we don't talk about Han Qiao's level of director, but just talk about the bad influence he caused by beating the host Cai Kangyong at the Golden Horse Awards."

"As we all know, my country's film industry started late and developed slowly. It is time to learn from the excellent Baodao and Xiangjiang. Since Han Qiao represents mainland filmmakers to participate in the Golden Horse Awards, it is necessary for him to maintain the image of mainland filmmakers. , His slap was not just a slap, what was blown away by the rain and wind was 20 years of hard work by mainland filmmakers, and it was Baodao and Xiangjiang's deeper misunderstanding of the mainland."

"Second sin: Han Qiao, as the number one student in the mainland, a popular young author, does not think about making progress, does not think about establishing a good image for young people, but is self-righteous, arrogant and ignorant, shameful, this is the second sin. "

"The third crime is that Han Qiao was born in the mainland and went to Baodao. The inlanders are humble, polite, hospitable, and completely forgotten. They lost face to Baodao and discredited the image of the mainlanders. It has deepened the stereotype of Baodao people on mainlanders as reckless and vulgar..."

"........."

Han Qiao laughed angrily.

The big joke of slipping the world.

Zhou Liming's core idea was that Han Qiao slapped the people on Treasure Island angrily, and angered the people on Treasure Island.

I don't know since when.

There are always some people in our country who try their best to curry favor with "Treasure Island" and "Xiangjiang". After the development of the mainland, they "spend their brains" to curry favor with foreigners.

Such as "Central Plains University", the companions are all girls.

and also.

My own person lost his mobile phone, there was no way, he couldn't find it, and he didn't monitor it.

Foreigners lost their mobile phones and returned the originals the next day, not to mention how happy they are smiling in the photos.

medical care, education...

I would rather suffer my own people than entertain outsiders.

Think.

As long as we serve foreigners well, foreigners will remember our kindness and look at us with admiration.

Intuit.

Nonsense.

Let alone this time.

The literary and artistic directors of the Five Dynasties took pride in the ban and deliberately shot films that slandered our country and won foreign awards.

Just like Zhou Liming said.

If mainland movies are not good, then please please Baodao and Xiangjiang. If you please, mainland movies will be respected by Baodao and Xiangjiang.

really interesting.

Han Qiao looked more and more angry.

At this time, the staff walked in: "Brother Han, the conference room is ready."

"it is good."

………………

Times starry sky meeting room.

Han Qiao looked at the recent public opinion reports.

"Xiaoqiao, the public opinion has been raging recently, and the biggest part of the reason is that Zhou Liming united with the Film Critics Association."

Ma Jia was a little worried, and sighed: "Zhou Liming is famous and the vice president of the Film Critics Association. He is very authoritative. Our public relations have almost no effect."

Han Qiao put down the file.

These days, it is not the Internet age, newspapers are the mainstream of public opinion, and the right to speak is still controlled by "intellectuals".

Film Critics Association.

It covers almost the whole of China, and most of the film industry is "well known".

Almost all of these people have good social status and have good relationships with many newspapers, or, some of them are newspaper reporters themselves.

and so.

Han Qiao really had no way to compete with them.

No matter how loud a person's voice is, he cannot withstand the torrent of the world.

Ma Jia frowned.

His eyes looked expectantly at Han Qiao.

Han Qiao was also in a difficult situation.

At this time.

The phone buzzes.

Han Qiao answered the phone: "Xiaoqiao, I'm Cui Xinqin."

"Hello, Teacher Cui."

Cui Xinqin smiled: "Didn't you say you wanted to give a lecture at Nortel last time?"

"I applied with the leader of the hospital, and the leader of the hospital welcomes you."

Lectures by Nortel.

Han Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and he fell asleep with a pillow: "Teacher Cui, I want to change the format of the lecture?"

"Oh?" Cui Xinqin was a little surprised.

"I have a close friendship with Mr. Zhou Liming, a famous film critic. If possible, I hope to change the lecture to a "debate meeting". Then I will communicate with Mr. Zhou."

Cui Xinqin was taken aback, and couldn't help laughing: "Xiaoqiao, Zhou Liming has criticized you frequently in the newspapers recently. Many teachers in our college have received invitations from him. Do you really want to invite him?"

Zhou Liming is a high-achieving student who has returned from studying abroad. He is knowledgeable and has solid film knowledge.

Han Qiao is a genius.

but.

There is a specialization in the art industry, so it may not be possible to "refute" Zhou Liming.

Han Qiao's heart was clear: "Teacher Cui, don't worry, I'm mentally prepared."

Cui Xinqin hesitated for a moment: "Okay, it's not a big problem."

Han Qiao is a genius director.

Zhou Liming is a famous film critic.

The public "debate" between the two is not only a confrontation of professional knowledge, but also a duel between the "theoretical school" and the "practical school".

Not to mention.

Han Qiao has never read a book.

Zhou Liming is a top student in the university.

deep meaning.

Nortel has no reason to refuse.

hang up the phone.

Ma Jia burst out, "Xiaoqiao, you want to argue with Zhou Liming?"

"Zhou Liming is a master of film theory after all..."

Ma Jia is the same as Cui Xinqin.

I don't think Han Qiao can argue against Zhou Liming.

after all.

Han Qiao's "theory" is too weak.

"Yes."

Han Qiao thought of the debate between Luo Yonghao and Ma Ziru on Hammer's mobile phone, and the scene at this moment was just like this moment.

As long as you refute Zhou Liming, then Zhou Liming's words will be self-defeating.

in fact.

It's not difficult either.

Ai Gong has a good saying: "The truth is within the range of the cannon, and the dignity is only above the confrontation."

studying medicine...

Pooh……

Making movies can't save Huaxia Movies...

but.

Hanqiao can.

Zhou Liming only wanted to please Baodao and Xiangjiang in a pleasing way, and was essentially a kitsch "prostitute" to please the guests.

Fart is useless.

If we really want to gain respect, the only way to vigorously develop our country's film industry is to be independent and self-reliant, and use excellent works as bullets to eliminate all ghosts and ghosts.

and.

Han Qiao thought to himself that he could take advantage of the situation and put forward the "Pangu Opening the Sky Plan" to support young directors in our country.

Make a real contribution.

Zhou Liming is just a "talker".

He is doomed.

Han Qiao stood up, patted Ma Jia on the shoulder, and said calmly, "Sister, don't worry."

"Now you just need to get in touch with the reporters and launch the navy. I want everyone to know about this."

"Okay." Ma Jia was worried, but trusted Han Qiao unconditionally.

………………

"what?"

"Han Qiao wants to have a public debate with me?"

"It's still in the auditorium of Nortel."

The setting sun shone lazily on the bamboo head, and the wind blew past, and the mottled bamboo shadows swayed on the ground.

A small pavilion with green bricks and green tiles.

The teapot on the stone table was gurgling, and the teapot was bouncing constantly.

The black and white Go board is fiercely fought.

Zhou Liming sat cross-legged, twiddled the white chess in one hand, and raised his eyebrows: "Okay, I will definitely be there on time."

hang up the phone.

Zhou Liming couldn't hold it back anymore, and finally laughed out loud, bent over laughing, and hammered the stone table with his hand.

"What makes you so happy?" The man poured a cup of hot tea, brought it over, and smiled: "Mr. Zhou rarely loses his composure like this. Could it be some happy event?"

"It's more than just a happy event."

"It's a great joy."

"The last time I was so happy, I still received the admission letter from the University of California, Berkeley." Zhou Liming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, sipped his tea, and couldn't wait: "Han Qiao asked me to debate."

"Han Qiao?" The man was stunned: "He asked you to argue?"

"Correct."

Zhou Liming couldn't imagine that Han Qiao was so stupid, and the chess pieces were placed on the chessboard: "Han Qiao has some talent, but there are some things that are not determined by talent."

"Like a debate."

"I've been on the debate team since high school and have participated in countless debates."

"What qualifications does Han Qiao have to debate with me?"

"Is it because of his culture that he didn't graduate from elementary school?"

The man smiled: "Han Qiao made a wrong move."

"It's more than just a mistake." Zhou Liming smiled, picked up the black chess pieces, and followed the pieces crashing down, calmly said, "It's a total loss."

"Mr. Zhang, I also hope that you will mobilize the media to let everyone know about this."

This time, I want to make Han Qiao a complete joke. "

"it is good."

The man agreed immediately, and picked up his teacup: "I wish Mr. Zhou a successful start and his wishes come true."

The glasses clink together.

The sound is crisp.

Zhou Liming looked at the bamboo shadow in the teacup, this is the clarion call of victory, this is the romance of cultural people.

Worth it.

………………

Times Starry Sky moves extremely fast.

In just a few days, the topics of debate between Han Qiao and film master Zhou Liming and Nortel frequently appeared in newspapers.

People in the industry voiced their voices one after another: "Han Qiao really spared no effort to promote the film. First, he slapped the Golden Horse Awards to open the situation, and then gained the limelight after the debate. The entire December belongs to Han Qiao."

"Han Qiao was impulsive this time. In the final analysis, Zhou Liming was just psoriasis. It looked like an eyesore, but it actually didn't do him any harm. Now that he is in his position, he doesn't need to respond to Zhou Liming's words."

"I'm curious about Han Qiao and Zhou Liming, who is more representative of the future of mainland movies? One is a talented director whose first film broke the box office of 6500 million, and the other is a film master who has studied abroad and has a deep understanding of Hollywood. Let's wait and see."

"Han Qiao is indeed well versed in commercial film routines, not only film themes, but also promotional templates. Zhang Yimou's "hero" is still dragged by art, while Han Qiao has no concept of art at all. His films are just for the box office. With box office, he can do whatever he wants."

"Let's not talk about Han Qiao, Huayi, I guess I'm panicking right now. A World Without Thieves has invested tens of millions and 1500 million publicity expenses. Now the topic is completely dominated by kung fu and unknown people. If this movie fails, Huayi This rampant, omnipotent chariot has since ceased to exist."

"........."

Han Qiao was very satisfied, and Zhou Liming's contribution undoubtedly made this debate the focus of the public.

Shichahai.

Siheyuan near the Chinese opera.

Han Qiao parked his car and looked around. The big trees on both sides of the alley were bare and desolate.

A few birds on the telegraph pole shook their heads and pecked at their own feathers.

"Han Bridge."

"Sister Jiang."

Jiang Wenli stood at the door. In winter, her sleeves were rolled up, her arms were half bare, her hair was tied into a bun, she had a slender snow-white neck, she was wearing an apron, she was a beautiful, dignified and beautiful woman.

His eyebrows were drawn very thin, and when he smiled with white teeth, he looked up at Han Qiao and teased: "It seems that what the newspapers said these days is wrong."

"What did the newspaper say?" Han Qiao sniffed the rich aroma.

Jiang Wenli didn't doubt that she had it, and walked with long legs: "The newspaper said that you were so worried that you couldn't sleep or eat, so you asked many teachers for tutoring in private."

"Sister, are you cooking today?" Han Qiao followed.

"correct."

"It's been so long since the finale, and Old Gu often said he asked you to come over for dinner. It's not like you haven't had time."

"Don't be disgusted." Jiang Wen said neatly and generously, "Northwest cuisine is rough."

"My sister was joking."

The two entered the yard.

There are other people living in the courtyard, and they are also teachers of Chinese opera. When the children saw Han Qiao, they pointed to their mother: "Mom, it's Han Qiao."

"Han Qiao, hello."

"Hello."

All Chinese opera teachers know him.

Han Qiao said hello politely.

Entering the room, the Eight Immortals table was set up, and two people were holding wine glasses. Gu Changwei liked to drink, especially spirits, and he was a little tipsy at this moment. It seemed that Han Qiao put down the glass and shouted with a smile: "Han Qiao, come here!" gone."

"Brother Gu."

Han Qiao smiled: "Teacher Zhang."

Zhang Yimou looked stern and unsmiling, put down his cup, his serious face moved: "Han Qiao, here you come, come and sit."

(End of this chapter)