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Chapter 303 The Propaganda of the Nobody

"Sister, does it hurt so much?"

Han Qiao held Liu Xiaoli's slender and slender feet on his thigh, pressed the fingertips of his left hand on the delicate sole of the foot, and held the half of the snow-white ankle with his right hand, moving it slightly.

Instinctively, Liu Xiaoli leaned back, her whole body was slumped on the sofa, her well-proportioned legs were tense, her fair cheeks were blushing, and her stockings were torn in front of her daughter, Liu Xiaoli looked very embarrassed, and whispered: "Han! Qiao, thank you, I am pain free now."

Saying that, he stretched out his hand to push Han Qiao, and bent down to put on his shoes.

"hiss."

Unexpectedly, when I stood up this time, my ankle felt like a needle prick, my eyebrows were furrowed in pain, and my body staggered.

"Mom." Liu Yifei looked at his empty hands, was startled, and called, "Han Qiao."

Han Qiao was very innocent. He raised his arms above his head, and Liu Xiaoli threw himself into his arms. The rich perfume was like a peach. Seeing that Liu Yifei was about to explode, the thief shouted, "Qiqian, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and help my sister."

"Oh." Liu Yifei was dizzy, stepped forward to support Liu Xiaoli, and said worriedly: "Mom, are you okay?"

"Mom is fine." Liu Xiaoli curled up in big waves, trying to keep her mind steady. During the movement, Han Qiao saw her ears hidden in her hair were blushing.

The two helped Liu Xiaoli to the bedroom.

After covering the quilt, Liu Yifei looked back at Han Qiao, a little embarrassed: "Han Qiao, thank you today, if it weren't for you, my mother and I really don't know what to do today."

"this late……"

"It's so late, let me stay here for a night." Han Qiao shook his head, pretending to be uncomfortable: "If I had known that today would be like this, I wouldn't drink so much."

"No."

Liu Yifei burst out.

Liu Xiaoli's face was pale.

Han Qiao was very wronged: "Sister, what do you think?"

"Mom." Liu Yifei turned her back to Han Qiao.

Liu Xiaoli glanced at her precious daughter, saw Han Qiao's threatening eyes, her lips were blue and white, she gritted her teeth, and uttered with difficulty in her throat: "Qi Qian, it's so late, it's not safe for Han Qiao to go back drunk, how about this, you give her Get a room."

"Mom, you're crazy." Liu Yifei couldn't figure out what her mother was thinking. It stands to reason that she hated Han Qiao so much, so it didn't make sense for her to make such unthinkable decisions over and over again.

Liu Yifei looked annoyed, and retorted: "No, Han Qiao is after all..."

"What is it?" Liu Xiaoli's wavy hair covered half of her face, her expression was pale, and she couldn't help but say, "Han Qiao is your brother, okay, I'm tired, you can take him out."

"Mom!" Liu Yifei shouted.

"Can I call your mother?" Liu Xiaoli was so angry that she pulled the quilt and ignored the two of them.

"Okay." Seeing that it was almost done, Liu Yifei put her small hands behind her back and shouted deliberately: "Han Qiao, it was my mother who told you to stay."

"Yes, yes." Han Qiao wiped off his sweat, completely speechless to the two mothers and daughters, and said apologetically, "Sissy, I'm sorry to trouble you today, just give me a room."

"Come with me."

There are many rooms in the villa. Liu Yifei and Liu Xiaoli's room is on the second floor. They went down the stairs. Liu Yifei opened the door and looked at the servant's room. It was a cramped room with simple furniture and no quilt on the bed. After hesitating for a moment, he turned to Han Qiao said, "Let's go upstairs."

In the upstairs room, Liu Yifei pushed open the door and looked around, and finally picked the bedroom next to Liu Xiaoli: "Han Qiao, this is where my godfather usually lives, so I've wronged you."

"I'm not wronged." Han Qiao was a gentleman, without squinting.

It is estimated that it is rare to be alone with a boy so late at night. Liu Yifei was embarrassed, her cheeks were flushed, she casually pointed to the drawer of toiletries, and said as if fleeing, her hair shaking: "See you tomorrow."

"Bang" sound.

The villa fell into silence.

Han Qiao sat on the bed and calmed down. What happened today was a godsend.

Lie on the bed with your hands on your pillow, recharge your batteries.

In September, Yanjing was deserted at midnight, and the wind blew up at night. The cold wind blew the bare tree branches and made a "huo huo" sound, and Han Qiao's heart was pounding.

As the pendulum outside rang a few times.

Han Qiao turned over and got up, pushed the door softly, the second floor of the villa was deserted and quiet at midnight, and the dim yellow street lamps illuminated the pink wooden floor.

Taking off his shoes on tiptoe, Han Qiao raised his head and walked gently to Liu Xiaoli's bedroom, trying to turn the lock on the door.

There is a play.

As the door opened slightly, Han Qiao observed it, then turned and closed the door.

"Snapped."

Bedroom bedside lamps illuminate.

Han Qiao was startled, raised his hand, half-raised his sleepy eyelids, and was about to explain.

Liu Xiaoli was neatly dressed, with big waves draped over her shoulders, leaning against the bedside table with her arms crossed, with a sarcastic smile on her lips and cold eyes.

"Sister, you scared me to death." Han Qiao relaxed instantly.

"Why, even a bastard like you knows to be afraid?" Liu Xiaoli sarcastically said with cold eyes, "You think I don't know your little thoughts."

"So we have a good understanding." Han Qiao's face darkened. Liu Xiaoli was a rouge tiger with a sharp mouth like a knife. She walked softly to the bed, lifted the quilt and got in.

It was warm in the bed.

Stretching out his hand to lower the brightness of the bedside lamp, Han Qiao hid himself under the quilt, resting his head on Liu Xiaoli's soft stomach, and said comfortably, "Tell me, what do you want to trade?"

Liu Xiaoli trembled slightly, looked at Han Qiao's sharp side face, resisted the urge to smother Han Qiao to death, big waves covered her face, her cheeks were bright and dark, her phoenix eyes were pursed, her mouth was as hard as a knife: "The one who lacks mother's love orphan."

Under the head is plump and warm, as soft as a cloud, Han Qiao smiled: "Sister, you will regret it."

"Come on, you're waiting for me so late, I believe it's not just to scold me."

Han Qiao is confident.

Liu Xiaoli clutched the soft quilt with her ten fingers, her fingers turned white with force, and her voice was cold: "I want you to swear that you will never have anything to do with Sissy."

"That's it?"

Han Qiao turned his head sideways. From this angle, Liu Xiaoli has a pointed chin, a delicate bridge of nose, firm skin, and a charming snow-white neckline: "Sister, Qianqian is just my sister."

"Now, it's time to talk about compensation."

"What do you want?" Liu Xiaoli's voice trembled. Even though she had seen strong winds and waves, the devil Han Qiao was too shameless, and he choked on his weakness.

Han Qiao's fingers slipped from Liu Xiaoli's cheeks, Liu Xiaoli's body was stiff, her red lips lost their color, her eyes were closed tightly, her neck line was tense, and she brushed her broken hair behind her ears, Han Qiao smiled: "Sister, you have such a hard mouth , why don't we do experiments."

"What are you going to do?" Liu Xiaoli gritted her teeth, clenched her fingers tightly, and her hair was trembling because of nervousness: "Don't forget, Sissy is next door."

"Yes."

"Sissy is next door, sister, you don't want Sissy to know about our relationship, do you?"

Liu Xiaoli frowned like a knife, pursed her lips, and suppressed her voice.

"Sister, don't be nervous, I just want to know why the 37-degree lips say such cold words."

Han Qiao brushed Liu Xiaoli's lips with his fingers.

soft.

It's not hard at all!

........................

"Morning."

"morning."

"Han Qiao, how did you sleep last night?"

Early in the morning, Han Qiao was in good spirits. He did a hundred push-ups, broke another branch, danced swordsmanship, and sweated profusely.

Liu Yifei is wearing light blue jeans, a white woolen sweater, tied into a ponytail with blue silk, plain face facing the sky, no makeup is allowed, but the skin is tender but watery, the willow leaf eyebrows are curved, the sleeves are rolled up, a small piece of emerald white slender wrist, holding a A bowl of noodles in clear soup, fried round eggs spread on the noodles, hot air, and a crisp voice said: "Come over for breakfast."

"it is good."

Han Qiao picked up the noodles, looked at Liu Yifei, who was holding his chin in Su's hands, and looked forward to it seriously, pretending to be surprised: "This will not be the first time Qianqian cooks."

"No."

"real."

"The second time." Liu Yifei was very serious.

"Very rigorous."

As expected of an interview with a mudslide, Han Qiao was speechless, so he took a taste of the noodles.

"How is it?" Liu Yifei said,

"Delicious." Han Qiao praised.

"Thank you." Liu Yifei pushed away the chair, hurriedly said, "You can eat, there is not enough in the kitchen, I will go up and deliver food to my mother."

"You slow down."

Han Qiao wiped his sweat, what kind of noodles are these!
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9 month 20 number.

chongqing.

Han Qiao rubbed the sweat on his forehead, and couldn't help being irritable. Yanjing is full of autumn, but Chongqing is a steamer, the ground is filled with heat, and the frogs in the pond are lying weakly on the stones.

"Is anyone here?"

"It's Brother Han."

"Is the accommodation all arranged?"

"It's been arranged. They are all five-star hotels. The tourist routes have been planned. The souvenirs are all ready. The standard is 2000 per person according to Brother Han's requirements."

"The media has been contacted."

"Contacted." The staff trotted to catch up with Han Qiao's pace, waved the document and fanned Han Qiao desperately: "Hongya Cave in YZ District has also communicated. In three days, the relevant departments will coordinate the traffic."

"it is good."

"The leader wants to see you."

Han Qiao stands firm. The staff member is the crew assistant of Hengdian Pangu Film and Television. He is in his early twenties. He is young, but he is very clever. The position is not high, but the power is very important, Han Qiao said seriously: "Xiao Wang, I am very optimistic about you, but everyone is out to hang out, and the position must be cleared. How can it be said that the leader wants to see me, and I will meet the leader."

"Yes, Brother Han." Xiao Wang put his feet together and said loudly.

Han Qiao nodded. It wasn't that he was flattering the leader, but that he intentionally kept Xiao Wang by his side. A guy who often communicates with others should speak with discretion, and the trouble comes from his mouth. In the end, it was Han Qiao who was responsible.

The two arrived at the door of the set.

A bus in the distance, with the door opened, a group of people got out of the bus with their bags on their backs. Chongqing is hot, and these people are all dressed up according to the season.

"Welcome." Han Qiao smiled.

"Thank you Brother Han."

"Hello Brother Han."

"This is Chongqing."

"It's the city of fog." Han Qiao shouted in Chongqing dialect. The pedestrians were the journalists and media team recruited by Han Qiao, as well as many professional film critics and a small number of netizens.

This is no way.

These days, the Internet is said to be developed, but it is actually not developed. In 2003, there were 6000 million Internet users in China.

and.

Computers are now a real luxury, and those who can access the Internet are almost all the middle class. This part is also the consumer of movies.

internet marketing.

It is necessary and urgent.

Also.

The media is now the real uncrowned king. The so-called killing without a knife is exhausting.

For the first time, the crew of "Nobody Knows" organized a crew sightseeing tour group, which made a big splash.

Han Qiao was very polite.

Get out of the car.

A few cars drove over. In the past few days, Han Qiao's main task was to make this group of old men have fun and fill their pockets.

Watching several cars go away.

"Brother Han." A delicate female voice.

Han Qiao turned around, a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Wang Fei's makeup was exquisite, her delicate nose was poked out, and her small chest was sticking out: "Can't I come? I'm Guangguang's ace reporter of the year."

"It's not because you have the father of Boss Guangguang."

"Brother Han!" Wang Fei stomped her feet, only she knew how much effort she had put in.

"Okay." Han Qiao pressed the little girl's head: "Not everyone has a good father."

"It's fun to come here this time."

"I have a mission." Wang Fei fiddled with the camera, wiped it, took out the notebook from his pocket, and said meticulously: "Brother Han, the propaganda of A World Without Thieves and Kung Fu is booming these days, and it is said on the Internet that this time your nameless The younger generation will definitely rush to the street, what do you think?"

"Look at that." Han Qiao waved his hand: "The crew doesn't have internet access."

"Brother Han!" Wang Fei shouted.

"Okay." Han Qiao said solemnly: "These two films are indeed very good. However, the film market has been getting better and better in recent years. Last year, the national box office was only 10 billion. In 2004, the media predicted that the national box office would be 13 billion. It’s still too conservative, I think the total national box office is at least 15 billion, and the Spring Festival file can completely eat three movies.”

"Brother Han, what is the Spring Festival stall you're talking about?"

"The Spring Festival stalls are from February 2st to February 1th. During this half month, the crowd of moviegoers will be far higher than usual."

"Brother Han, Nobody and Kung Fu are both comedy movies with similar themes. The famous film critic Zhou Liming said that you are playing tricks this time." Wang Fei frowned: "Zhou Xingchi is a master of comedy, what do you think of Zhou Liming's comments? ?”

"Who is Zhou Liming?" Han Qiao really didn't know.

Wang Fei popular science: "Zhou Liming is a well-known film critic in my country. He graduated from the University of California, Berkeley. He has written Chinese and English newspapers all the year round. His work Hollywood Apocalypse is the first work in China that ignores the operation of American films."

"So excellent." Han Qiao thought for a while: "Zhou Xingchi is the king of comedy, just like the most dazzling sun, the sun has the light of the sun, the stars have the brilliance of the stars, each has its own brilliance."

"So Brother Han means that Zhou Xingchi can't stop the rise of the unknown?"

"Are you trying to say that Zhou Xingchi is inferior to me?" Han Qiao glanced at him and was taken aback.

"Hey." Wang Fei touched his forehead.

………………

"Xiao Wang, go and get the notebook."

Back to the crew.

Han Qiao's face darkened. Zhou Liming is a famous film critic. To put it bluntly, he is an opinion leader, a so-called expert. The words of such people are very powerful. If the director is not strong enough, it can almost decide the life or death of a movie.

With the notebook connected to the Internet.

Han Qiao searched for Zhou Liming's speech. At this time, there was no Weibo, but there was a blog. I clicked on Zhou Liming's personal homepage, and the page views reached hundreds of thousands a day. Internet celebrity, the top blog is "Han Qiao touches porcelain Zhou Xingchi , When will domestic films really rise.”

Splendidly.

"Han Qiao, a non-famous novelist in my country, a famous young student, reading his works, I can't see the ethics of actors, dedicated actors, drama is a lifetime, non-dedicated actors, drama is just a game."

"Han Qiao has the hope of becoming a real actor. After all, he can achieve what he is now without graduating from elementary school. It's fate. You can say that he became famous after all, but he has some foundation after all."

"pity."

"Han Qiao wasted his talent and changed careers to become a director. It's a ridiculous thing in the world. One didn't graduate from elementary school, one never read a director's book, and a layman became a film director. This is not just for Han Chuang. It is an insult to a director student who has studied hard for 20 years, and it is an insult to the director industry. Counting the United States, there has never been such absurd and bizarre thing. The real food, Stephen Chow's movies, are such food."

"Han Qiao is a chicken thief. He chose the same comedies as Zhou Xingchi, the same little people. With his fame, I believe that the box office of the movie will not be low. However, I still have to say that Han Qiao's success proves that my country's film industry , there is still a long, long way to go.”

Han Qiao's mouse scrolled down, and the comments were all kinds of strange: "Teacher Zhou's insight, I am a directing student, and now many students are not in the mood to study. What's the use of studying for so many years? There are a few people who can really make movies. Han Qiao has never It’s not fair to take directing classes for a day and then be able to do well at the box office because he’s a well-known actor.”

"It's so sour. Han Qiao is still a best-selling author, and there are many good songs. As long as your director is hypocritical, we only care about whether the movie is good or not. Who cares who makes the movie."

"You can't say that. This is trampling on the bottom line of the industry. Maybe one day someone will have a lot of fans and trash movies will have a good box office. This is Han Qiao's sin."

"Zhou Xingchi will definitely watch kung fu, and Han Qiao's unknown people will watch word of mouth."

"Teacher Zhou is amazing. Now there are Han Qiao's dog fans everywhere on the Internet. They are incompetent and yelling every day. I laugh to death. Your father Han Qiao is useless except for being handsome."

"I'm dying of laughter, do you want to see what you said, there is nothing but handsome, Han Qiao is so pitiful."

"…………"

Han Qiao sighed.

A no-nonsense disaster.

Very normal.

What he didn't expect was that he became Ding Zhen in 2003.

Taunt him for not having read the book.

Someone in Han will also go to Yanda to become an honorary alumnus some other day!
Contact Zhou Liming by private message and invite him to the premiere of "The Unknown". I don't like scolding, so I'll give you a chance.

　Sacrifice a book, just luck

　　China Entertainment started from Journey to the West
　　The protagonist is reborn, Gao Yuanyuan is the childhood sweetheart, and has become the young actor who has appeared the most times in Journey to the West.

　　Very well written, I read it every day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)