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Chapter 135 San Sebastian
Li Sheng and Zhang Yang left their luggage in the hotel and then went downstairs. Li Sheng walked in a tourist map at the entrance of the hotel downstairs.

"Look, Haibin Boulevard, is it far away?" Zhang Yang poked his head to see, but gave up without understanding, and asked Li Sheng to see how far their destination was.

Li Sheng waved his hand and said with a smile, "Go, walk, it's not very far!"

The two walked along the street towards Haibin Boulevard. There were maple trees on both sides of the road. The maple leaves are now lush and the ground is still wet. It must have just rained. The air is very fresh. It's like it's been washed, it's not like the imperial capital at all, you can feel like you can't breathe after taking a deep breath.

San Sebastian is actually not too big, anyway, Li Sheng thinks so, he can already see the beach outside the city after walking for a while, and there are shops and food stalls selling food on the roadside just like in China.

Zhang Yang's current thoughts are all on the film festival, unlike Li Sheng, who stopped his hands and mouth even though he was walking all the way. Li Sheng walked down the street, and would go to try any food he hadn't eaten before.

Zhang Yang only cared about walking by himself. The investors on Treasure Island were so fucking cheating and deceiving. Zhang Yang felt extremely miserable. This was the first time he went to a film festival alone without a translator. Still in Europe, Zhang Yang almost collapsed when he heard passers-by speaking Spanish.

In other words, Zhang Yang devoted his mind and energy to the film. As for the language... this one can only speak Chinese, and he can drag a few sentences in English casually, but he doesn't know anything else.

Li Sheng is proficient in English, but English is not the common language here, and seeing Li Sheng's posture, Zhang Yang can't count on it at all. This guy completely regards participating in the film festival as his vacation trip!
Seeing Li Sheng walking over with a bag of food again, Zhang Yang couldn't bear it anymore, and growled, "You are enough, we are here to receive the award!"

"Accept the award! Best actor!"

"Ah?" Li Sheng looked at him, "Didn't you say it's undecided? Am I just nominated?"

Zhang Yang patiently explained to Li Sheng, "Because this film festival is not too big, basically there is not much competitiveness, and there are mostly art films, because in Europe, Hollywood has a high vision and doesn't like it here. It's native Spanish cinema and French cinema."

"In recent years, the film market in France has also been impacted by Hollywood, and it is not very prosperous. As for Spain, it is similar, not as good as ours!"

"Furthermore, I have confidence in my own work! Your performance is absolutely wonderful!"

"Uh, alright!" Li Sheng nodded, "Actually, I did take this as a trip, since you said so...then..."

"Director, let's have something to eat first. You haven't eaten all the way. Look at this. I don't know what it's called, but it's similar to domestic pancakes and sausages. Come on, you must be to your liking. Go report!"

Not to mention, Li Sheng really felt a little itchy after being told by Zhang Yang, the film king!
San Sebastian Film Festival Best Actor!

Tsk tsk, it's exciting to think about it!

Li Sheng shared some of the food in his hand with Zhang Yang, and the two ate while walking, and soon arrived at Haibin Boulevard. At the end, they could see very eye-catching banners and signs.

The person in charge of reception is a local girl who looks fair and clean and wears national costumes. Speaking of this, I want to complain about the Spanish national costumes. It’s just a white shirt, a red vest, and a long skirt. The turban of Baotou is completely a combination of English and Saudi Arabia!
The sister paper was very enthusiastic and asked their names in fluent English. Zhang Yang took out the invitation letter sent by the jury of the film festival.

Zhang Yang is completely like a grandpa, standing in front of him, Li Sheng gave a rough explanation of the two people's information and situation, and then received two head-mounted things similar to admission vouchers.

After finishing these things, it will be fine, but what Zhang Yang said just now, Li Sheng felt very itchy in his heart. After getting his approval, Li Sheng dragged Zhang Yang around the venue twice, and when he came out, he got it in his hand. A list of films participating in this year's exhibition and the status of nominations.

"Jacques-Perrin?"

Li Sheng looked at it roughly for a few times and then turned to the place he was most interested in, the best actor, but he couldn't understand it. Although the name is in English, there is still a difference between the transliteration and the original version. He asked Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang is also completely blind.

There are quite a few screening rooms on the streets on both sides of Haibin Boulevard. At this time, most of the films that came to the competition, or filmmakers who plan to come to the film festival to try their luck, have rented them out to show their own films.

Li Sheng was not interested in this, but Zhang Yang was very interested. He dragged Li Sheng to choose a house at random and went in. Then...then Li Sheng fell asleep, and was finally woken up by Zhang Yang and dragged out. of.

"I just can't figure it out, how can you have a talent for acting if you are so unartistic?" Zhang Yang felt a little resentful.

He has read "I'm Not Wang Mao", and it's not bad. Presumably he and Li Sheng have a common language, but who would have guessed that Li Sheng is not interested in these things at all.

Heart plug!

If I had known earlier, I would not have let Li Sheng come, and I came alone, but considering that the people from Baodao left themselves and went to Toronto first, Zhang Yang was balanced. This guy is an interpreter, an interpreter!
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Two days later, the representative and translator of the investor from Baodao finally arrived, and Zhang Yang almost went crazy.

Because he asked Li Sheng to accompany him to the film festival, Li Sheng ignored him completely, instead bought a swimsuit with great interest, and went to the beach to bask in the sun.

But after the translation came, Li Sheng began to calm down. These guys are just one word, money!

They wouldn't have arrived on time if it wasn't when the film festival was about to start. Zhang Yang went to discuss distribution issues with the management. Li Sheng was so bored that he remembered the list he had made before.

"Hey buddy, translate these names for me!"

The translator looked at it and translated it one by one for Li Sheng. Li Sheng wrote on the side with a pen.

After finishing writing, Li Sheng realized that he didn’t know anyone, and then Zhang Yang and the people from the management side came out. The people from the management side took the translator and left, saying that they were going to talk about the distribution. Li Sheng pulled Zhang Yang to sit at the table forward.

"Come, come, all the names have been translated, I haven't heard of any of them!"

"What?" Zhang Yang took the list written by Li Sheng.

"It's over!"

Li Sheng looked at Zhang Yang strangely, seeing his nervous face, and asked him strangely, 'Who is this, so nervous? '

"Michel Deville!"

"This is the great god who has been nominated for the Palme d'Or, why did you get together with me?"

Zhang Yang screamed suddenly. He really didn't understand the information carefully before, and he was really shocked when he saw it.

PS: Fuck, Europeans don’t like translations, they are all in French, they can’t understand anything, and they can’t find any information. I will finish writing this plot as soon as possible, please save and recommend.

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