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Chapter 484

Noon, Harvard.

In the large stepped classroom, as the lecturer announced the end of the get out of class, the students walked in twos and threes, hurriedly, and the biological sciences were busy.

Lin Jia closed the book and searched for an American girl with blond and wavy hair. She is the head of Harvard's "Film Club". There are rumors that her father is an executive of Disney Films.

Harvard is one of the top institutions of higher learning in the United States, and its students are either rich or expensive.

Lin Jia called, "Aisha."

"Lin." Aisha turned her head, with a surprised expression on her face. Lin is an overseas student from Huaxia. She works hard in her studies, has little leisure and social interaction, and is a solitary weirdo.

"A tireless learning machine!"

Lin Jia got good grades, Elsa smiled and said, "Harvard's bully, what can I do for you?"

"Aisha..." Lin Jia said, "Please take me to participate in the activities of the film club?"

Several girls.

Looking at each other, as if seeing a ghost, Aisha came back to her senses and said enthusiastically: "Of course, Lin, you are welcome to the film club."

There will be activities in the afternoon.

In the southeast of Harvard, the activity room of the film society, the projection equipment donated by Disney.

With different skin colors, Lin Jia's eyes swept across, and he felt uncomfortable: "There are too few people in Huaxia!"

2005 years.

Those who can study abroad are the sons of heaven, especially Harvard. Chinese people rarely waste time and pay attention to such meaningless activities.

Students of other skin colors are different, advocating freedom and individuality, and film is the seventh art.

The film shown is: "Schindler's List."

In 1993, American director Steven Spielberg directed.

There are very few Chinese people.

Aisha asked in a low voice: "Lin, do you like watching movies?"

"I'm fine." Lin Jia said, "My younger sister prefers watching movies."

She paused, then smiled and said, "Aisha, my younger sister is a sophomore in Huaxia. She has an idol who has been worshiped since she was a child, and her name is Han Qiao."

"Han Qiao." Aisha looked excited, and said in a low voice: "I've heard of this name, the Hollywood Reporter reported it for three consecutive days, Lin, the entire Hollywood, and Chinese people, only Han Qiao reported it continuously!"

"It's just a bad reputation."

"Movies don't have a studio distribution."

Aisha said with regret: "I heard from my father that this Chinese person is very powerful in China, but it's a pity that Hollywood doesn't recognize his movies."

talking.

The girl with blond hair and big waves was full of interest: "Lin, I am very yearning for Huaxia, the mysterious oriental country. I heard that people born in Huaxia will know kung fu."

talking.

Aisha raised her tongue and said with difficulty: "Shao Li knows."

"Shaolin Temple!" Lin Jia corrected: "Aisha, Chinese people rarely know kung fu nowadays."

"Lin, all Huaxia people are math geniuses like you?"

"Fortunately, Huaxia's mathematics is more practical."

"Lin, why do Chinese people drink hot water?" Aisha was puzzled: "Drinking hot water feels like drinking bath water."

"Aisha."

In a world school like Harvard, foreigners know so little about China.

Not to mention.

Ordinary foreign people, Lin Jia patiently explained: "Aisha, drinking hot water is because the drinking water system was not well developed in the earliest Chinese people. After the water is heated, it will effectively kill most bacteria and ensure healthy drinking water."

"China is very backward." Aisha nodded, but she didn't say much, and said enthusiastically, "Lin, you are my first friend in China."

"It's an honor." Lin Jia asked, "Aisha, my sister is very concerned about Han Qiao, can you help me find out the latest news about him in Hollywood?"

"no problem."

Aisha was very happy. She thought for a while and said, "Lin, there is a gossip recently. I heard that Lionsgate intends to contact Han Qiao recently."

"Liongate?"

Turn around.

"Lionsgate distributes horror films." Aisha said, "Han Qiao's film The Conjuring is reported to be an American horror film."

"I think that Hollywood doesn't approve of it, maybe because it's impossible for a Chinese person to make an American-style horror movie."

"Hanqiao is excellent."

At this time.

By the side.

A dark-skinned American spoke very bluntly: "Excellent, are there any excellent filmmakers in China?"

"Or say."

"Does Huaxia have excellent movies?"

"Steve." Aisha frowned: "What do you want to say, this is the film club, not the square, and you don't need to give a speech!"

"It's just telling the truth." The dark-skinned American shrugged: "Aisha, this is the truth. With so many activities in the film club, has there ever been a movie from Huaxia?"

"no!"

"It's impossible for a monkey with yellow skin to make a good movie."

"Steve!" Aisha said angrily, "Get out of the film club, racists are not welcome here."

Steve is African American.

The chain of contempt of the American race is very strict, while the Chinese are at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

Steve put his hands on his chest and shrugged: "Lin, does it mean that the dignity of the Chinese needs to be maintained by a white man?"

"Steve!"

film society.

The activity was terminated, and other people looked over, and Aisha said angrily: "You are insulting my friend!"

"Aisha."

Steve said loudly: "America's film masters include Cameron, Steven Pielberg, and Francis Ford Coppola."

"French film masters are: Robert, Bresson."

"All over the world, all countries, there are film masters." The dark skin condescended: "Korea has Lim Kwon-taek, Japan has Kurosawa!"

"Their roll calls have all been screened in our film club."

"What does Huaxia have?"

"Is there a world-renowned director for Huaxia's movies?" The dark skin shrugged and said disdainfully: "Aisha, this is the truth, if what I said is wrong."

Looking past Aisha: "Lin, you can refute me!"

Lin Jia looked angry.

Blacks bullied Chinese, she looked around and watched with cold eyes.

Foreign country.

She was a lonely Chinese, and she turned around, trying to speak.

"Zhang Yimou?" The black man interrupted, and said with disdain: "If you want to talk about Zhang Yimou, it would be too disappointing. Zhang Yimou's movies are flashy. Is such a film director the best film master in China?"

"you……"

Aggrieved, Zhang Yimou is indeed the best Chinese director in the world.

but.

Zhang Yimou's film, horizontal comparison, the film of the world's outstanding directors.

very realistic.

Zhang Yimou's movies are not good.

"Steve!" Aisha saw Lin Jia's embarrassment, and she stood in front of Lin Jia: "You have been expelled from the film club. The film club is for exchanging academics and hobbies, and racial discrimination is not welcome here."

farce.

After breaking up unhappy, Steve was very proud. He found a sense of superiority from Lin Jia.

"Lin, don't be sad."

Aisha's eyes were worried, Lin Jia's eyes were slightly red, and her stubborn eyes made her feel distressed. She persuaded: "Lin, let's go back."

"Eisha." Lin Jia said seriously: "I believe that one day, Huaxia's movies will definitely appear in Harvard classrooms!"

Movie screening room.

There are blacks, there are whites, there are Indians...

People from all over the world can watch movies from their country here.

Lin Jia held back tears: "One day, the Chinese will have their own film masters."

film society.

The party broke up badly.

Since then, Lin Jia has not participated in the activities of the film club, but she and Aisha have become good friends who talk about everything.

Aisha is very curious about Huaxia.

Her ancestors were journalists who went to China to record the atrocities of the war during the war in China.

by talking.

For the first time, Lin Jia learned about China's image in the eyes of foreigners!

that's terrible……

She said more than once: "Aisha, China has long been out of poverty. Like the United States, Britain, and France, China has a long history and traditional culture."

Aisha said: "Lin, many people in the world really want to know what Huaxia really looks like, but unfortunately, there are too few opportunities."

One afternoon.

Lin Jia was studying in the library, when Aisha walked over, she excitedly took out the newspaper: "Lin, Han Qiao, the movie you follow, is about to be released?"

"how long?"

Lin Jia was taken aback, she was always paying attention to Han Qiao's movie news.

Han Qiao is a person who is good at creating miracles. Perhaps, Han Qiao's films will conquer American audiences.

He maybe.

Will take root in the United States, he is a Chinese, flying the flag.

"On September 9, it will be released nationwide."

………………

Santa Monica.

At the gate of Lionsgate Film Company, Han Qiao looked up, and the logo of Lionsgate was shining in the sun.

He didn't expect it.

The final distribution company of "The Conjuring" will be Lionsgate. After all, Lionsgate is a second-rate Hollywood film company at this time.

but.

A distribution company has taken over. It's a good start. There is Chen Hong's professional OL women's clothing.

The collar of the shirt is open, the delicate collarbone, the white and tender skin, the professional skirt is very short, and the shapely and slender legs are wrapped in thin black silk.

She pushed the frameless decorative glasses, this is Han Qiao's bad taste.

What is it called: "The style of a light and familiar young woman."

After getting along for a while, Chen Hong saw clearly that although Han Qiao was bad.

but.

There is a bottom line, if you say you don't touch her, you don't touch her, that is, the skirt of the short skirt is pulled.

too short.

The thigh meat was spread out on the seat, the legs were close together, and the black silk exuded a charming temptation.

A dignified lady.

The classic workplace outfit in the movie "Little Days Are Good".

Han Qiao felt like a cat scratching his head.

Chen Hong could feel the atmosphere in the car, she turned a blind eye, squinted her eyes, swayed her legs, rubbed her skin, and asked, "Han Qiao, Lions Gate's request is so excessive, why did you agree?"

Lions Gate.

To distribute the film The Conjuring, the requirements are: Han Qiao's film, in the United States, chooses Lionsgate as the first distribution option, unless Lionsgate does not want Han Qiao's film to choose other distribution channels.

simply say.

Lionsgate bundled Han Qiao's film, the first choice, the first choice was not accepted, and it was the second choice.

"Lionsgate is just a stepping stone."

Han Qiao said bluntly: "After this movie, I will be the king of Hollywood!"

in the sun.

The young man is full of eyebrows, arrogant and domineering, the king of Hollywood, Chen Hong couldn't help but said: "You are so confident, your movie will definitely be a success?"

this time.

Chen Hong witnessed the film's plight, no matter what the situation was.

Han Qiao never doubted.

His movie will be a success, with such confidence, Chen Hong lowered his eyebrows: "Brother Chen Kai is also like this, confident, never doubting that the movie will fail, but old Chen lost, lost to the young man in front of him. "

"People are different."

Han Qiao glanced sideways at what Chen Hong was thinking. His mind was clear, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile: "Mrs. Chen, you haven't asked me why you want to make a movie in the United States, have you?"

"childish."

Han Qiao wanted to brag, but Chen Hong deliberately didn't ask, and changed the subject: "Your scolding in China is not small."

"Come on." Han Qiao stared straight ahead, and touched it with one hand easily.

Delicate touch.

He didn't look sideways, his fingernails scratched the stockings, and the white and greasy thigh meat overflowed like a bag of soy milk was cut.

"Well."

Chen Hong's throat was muffled, and a feeling of electric shock ran along the cervical spine, and her body was numb due to the electric shock.

but.

This kind of intimacy, during this time, Han Qiao has been doing a lot, holding the handshake in the car tightly with one hand, holding on, and said: "You are not afraid, yourself... yourself... um..."

"I'm not afraid." Han Qiao concentrated on driving: "Mrs. Chen, are you hot? You're sweating profusely."

"Stop talking."

"Tell me...why does Hollywood make movies?"

"It's very simple." Han Qiao drove, and the sun slanted on his face, which was as soft as a baby's hand.

stroked his cheek.

It was a little hot, but he could bear it. He drove the car and adjusted the direction of the car.

Arrived at the road section of the district.

The tires of the car rub against the asphalt road. In summer, the asphalt road melts and the tires are crushed.

Make a small hole.

"Hollywood's film industrialization model is in short supply in China."

"A bridgehead is indispensable for Chinese films to go overseas. This is the first reason why I made films in the United States."

"The second reason."

"Pangu, Pangu, I want to make a blockbuster of our Chinese heroes, from Pangu to the sky, the battle of demons, the chaos of liches, the birth of the human race, the three emperors and five emperors..."

Flood...

The subject matter of the online novel Bad Street, this is a cultural treasure of China.

Hollywood has Iron Man, there is Captain America, there is Widow...

Super hero.

Huaxia can also have its own series of movies, just to mention a few, Monkey King, Yang Jian, Nezha...

In the prehistoric universe.

There are too many themes of movies. Popcorn movies, to put it bluntly, are not about saving the world.

Rahu...

Lich...

There are too many villains who destroy the world...

"And all of this requires Hollywood's mature industrialization model..."

"The sooner the better, occupy the position of the popcorn commercial blockbuster, rely on Hollywood, and radiate the world."

"at last."

Han Qiao stopped talking, that black president, Han Qiao will try to see if he can get in.

The plan is grand.

Chen Hong blushed.

At the end of the asphalt road, there is a express mailbox, which is painted with white paint.

fork in the road.

There are two roads to the mailbox. Han Qiao parked the car and said, "I'm going to pick up some express delivery."

Arrived at the mailbox.

Han Qiao opened the door of the mailbox. The white painted mailbox door was dark inside. Han Qiao observed it.

It's been too long.

It was all deserted, and there were cobwebs everywhere. He poked the cobwebs twice.

too hot.

The paint has melted, the fingers are wet, and there is a faint smell of paint.

"Han Qiao, how long are you waiting?" Chen Hong said with embarrassment.

"The gift didn't arrive."

Han Qiao got back into the car and continued to drive the car.

(End of this chapter)