Chapter 88 Yifei's Journey to Find Her Husband
Chapter 88 Yifei's Journey to Find Her Husband
8 month 23 day.
7:00 AM, Chaoyang International Airport.
"Here it comes!"
"Click click click"
"That's... Sun Honglei?"
"Zhang Jingchu, Zhang Jingchu!"
"superior!"
The reporters, who had received the news early in the morning, finally met the person they were waiting for.
Sun Honglei, Zhang Jingchu, Hu Jun, Hong Huang, Liu Suola, Li Qinqin, Zhou Xun and other celebrities appeared at the international airport.
The opening ceremony in Venice is on the 25th, so these people need to time their flights perfectly and fly to the city before the ceremony.
"Zhou Xun, isn't 'Perhaps Love' the closing ceremony film? What are you doing there so early?"
"Director Li Yu, are you confident in your film? Could you—"
A group of reporters followed the group, asking questions one after another. Some, like the man who split the melon, stopped to be interviewed, while others, like Zhou Gongzi, ignored them completely.
The shortlist for this year's Venice Film Festival was announced late, on August 5th.
That day happened to be the day Ye Chong launched his media tsunami, which resulted in the news of his nomination for the Venice Film Festival being suppressed to a very low level.
It's only now, just before its opening, that it's starting to gain traction.
A reporter with a buzz cut followed Zhou Gongzi to the entrance, turned to his colleague and complained, "Damn, we can't even get many interviews out of them, can we?"
The bespectacled colleague nodded in agreement: "Yeah, there's nothing they can do. For these celebrities, it's a great publicity opportunity. Whether they accept interviews or not, getting photographed is enough. Look at their disguises; even a passerby can see through them!"
The reporter couldn't help but click his tongue repeatedly. As he shook his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a large group of masked people preparing to pass by.
"stop!"
He immediately shouted, which startled the reporters in the distance.
The group of people were stunned for two seconds before they realized what was happening.
Who the hell wears masks in groups in August?!
The man with glasses tentatively asked, "Director Ye?"
"Sizzle—"
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Ye Chong took a step, instantly startling the reporter, who pointed at Ye Chong's face and shouted, "Ye Chongchong!!!"
Where is Ye Chong?
'
"Where is Ye Chong?"
"Who washed it?"
A crowd quickly gathered around, and the man who was being interviewed was forcibly interrupted. Then the reporter who was interviewing him also ran away.
How can an opening film compare to a film that makes it into the main competition? Especially one by Ye Chong, who has been generating a lot of buzz.
"You can recognize that?"
Seeing that he had been discovered, Ye Chong simply waved for everyone to take off their masks.
As soon as everyone took off their masks, the reporters' eyes lit up.
Duan Yihong, Hou Yong, Zheng Peipei, Qin Hailu, Li Xiaoran, Huang Bo, and Zhang Yu—all except Gong Li were present.
"Director Ye, you're not being honest! You're actually thinking of sneaking off?"
Ye Chong glanced at the camera whose red light had already illuminated, then gestured with his chin towards the group, "Let's split up and interview them. Five questions, no more!"
After everyone separated, Ye Chong straightened his expression and looked at the camera in front of him.
"Director Ye, are you confident about this trip to Venice?"
"Geneva, what question did you ask?"
"You call yourself a reporter?"
Before Ye Chong could even speak, the reporters stepped aside.
He smiled and nodded honestly, "Yes! I'm confident."
Glasses shoved aside the reporter with his elbow, stepped in front of Ye Chong, and held out the microphone: "What do you think of Tsui Hark's 'Seven Swords'? You know, this isn't the first time he's submitted a promotional video to a film festival. Don't you think his attempt to ride on the coattails of others is shameless?"
All the reporters nodded in agreement.
That's right! That's a good question!
On camera, Ye Chong shook his head: "As you just said, it's publicity, which is normal. Venice prepared this channel to let film fans around the world see some different films, so it's reasonable and compliant."
"Are you being so serious today?"
Ye Chong blinked and asked in return, "Is that even a question?"
The reporter fell silent.
"What are your expectations for the awards? What major awards do you think 'The Legend of the Stone' can win?"
This is not a good question to answer.
If you dare to say today that you're going to try your luck at winning the Golden Lion, tomorrow's newspapers will be filled with "Ye Chongchong says he'll definitely win the Golden Lion!"
As for Ye Chong, these newspapers could do whatever they wanted with him, since he was indifferent to his many debts.
"We can only say we'll try our best; who can say for sure we'll win?"
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A silence.
Ye Chong sighed speechlessly: "Alright, I'm sure I've gained something."
"As expected of you!"
May you achieve immediate success!
"You're really something."
The next two questions were unremarkable, and the reporters could no longer extract any news from him, so they had no choice but to let him leave.
Five minutes later, at the same entrance, it was the same bespectacled reporter.
"Ugh! Ye Chongchong isn't playing well today, why has she suddenly become so obedient?"
As the reporter was speaking, a figure crouched low and tiptoed from behind him toward the entrance. Upon hearing the name "Ye Chong," the figure suddenly stopped.
(Mou Qian: Meow meow meow? Ye Chong?)
The reporter with the buzz cut clicked his tongue as he typed on his phone with both hands, "Wait! Don't worry about the details. No matter how serious he is, we'll just write something unserious, right? Anyway, he has a bad reputation!"
(Qian: Hmph! It's because of unscrupulous media like you that this scoundrel has such a bad reputation!)
"Of course! That recent online troll war was absolutely stupid; it kept us from having any news for days. But—"
"Did Ye Chong really ruin so many beautiful women?"
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(Mou Qian: That's fake! He's as beautiful as me!)
"Sissi! Hurry up!"
"oh!"
Yifei stopped eavesdropping and quickly went to her mother's side.
"Hmm?" Glasses looked at the two fully armed women and took a step forward, about to take action.
"Don't stop people just because they're wearing masks!"
"Yes, yes!"
The flight officially took off at 8:00 AM.
The electronic announcements in the cabin were still playing.
Ye Chong leaned back in a seat in the aisle, craning his neck to look at the ceiling.
His eyes were glazed over, his expression blank, lost in thought.
I wonder if that gift will ever reach Yifei.
To his left and behind, near the aisle, a woman wearing glasses quietly removed her newspaper.
Yifei: Stare~~~
The Cold War is the Cold War, and blessings are blessings. In a way, I have succeeded.
Although it made her very angry, it didn't stop her from going to the state guesthouse to celebrate her birthday.
Yifei: Stare~~~
Perhaps in the future, I should try a different approach, a more peaceful one.
That girl is quite a character, and even Sister hope always calls me a riddle-maker. It's better to explain things clearly.
Yifei: Stare~~~
"Um?"
He suddenly opened his eyes, then turned his head with a flick of his neck.
"puff"
The newspaper hissed as it moved at high speed.
Ye Chong's gaze focused on the girl behind him.
Her face was obscured by the newspaper, but you could see that she had her hair styled in a high bun, wearing a white dress and white sneakers, and her legs were quite long!
In the back row, Yi Fei felt a little numb because she was so focused that she could feel Ye Chong's gaze moving.
Look at me, look at me, you can't possibly recognize me just by looking at my legs, can you?
I am not Liu Yifei, I am not your Qianbaoer!
Just then, Ye Chong's voice suddenly rang in her ear.
"Hello, do you want my autograph?"