My artist wants to quit the entertainment industry every day

Chapter 102 Cannes Film Festival, Tourists and Blanket Stars

If it is shortlisted for the main competition unit, it must pass.

After participating in the Berlin Film Festival and the Cannes Film Festival once, the preparations before going abroad are a bit familiar.

This time, Chi Yu and Lao Zhao were the only ones who passed by.

Su Aifei was busy with Di Li Ruobai, she was too popular recently, and the organizer only sent two invitation letters, Zhao Rui, the director and screenwriter, and Chi Yu, the lead actor and screenwriter.

Cannes Film Festival, as a film festival, in fact, its greater role is to sell films.

The organizer found a concentrated day, a concentrated market, and gathered some niche films with poor box office, but easy to win awards, and sold them to those filmmakers.

So in this way, some independent filmmakers can recover part of the cost.

If it's good, you can get your money back and even make another fortune.

This is one of them.

Second, the Cannes Film Festival, one of the three major film festivals in Europe, is also a grand film event, so there will be a lot of media coming.

As a result, many people will take the initiative to participate, just to gain a sense of presence.

Every year at the film festival, many Chinese come to participate, and there is no need to receive an official invitation letter.

Because this spot on the red carpet of the Cannes Film Festival can be sold.

This has resulted in a class of celebrities who specialize in rubbing the red carpet. He/They are generally called carpet stars. On the red carpet, Lulu lens is used to brush their faces internationally. After brushing their faces, their mission is completed. .

When there is demand, there is market.

So because of this kind of carpet star, the profession of red carpet ticket dealer came into being.

And, a whole one-stop industrial chain.

Coincidentally, Chi Yu and Lao Zhao met a professional ticket dealer.

"Do you two want tickets? It's discounted, and if you don't want it, you won't have it."

A white old man who spoke authentic Cannes Mandarin, sneaked over.

At this time, Chi Yu and Lao Zhao were sitting on a terrace, drinking coffee, listening to the music flowing from the coffee shop, and looking at all kinds of beauties walking around on the street.

Really all kinds of beauties.

Of course, it was mainly Lao Zhao who was watching. As soon as this one went out, he stared at the beautiful woman, and kept muttering, this is pure natural, this one used a knife, this one is a bit exaggerated, this one, this one It should be from Siam...

Chi Yu's eyes were mainly on different shop signs.

"Thank you, no need." Old Zhao politely refused.

"You want to find someone else, right? Brother, let me tell you, here, I am the most professional and the ticket price is the lowest. When other people see that you are from Huaguo, they want to cheat you!"

The pronunciation of the word "brother of a white man" is particularly standard, and it sounds like a capital accent.

So Lao Zhao couldn't help chatting with him: "Brother, have you ever been to the capital? Listen to your accent, it's very standard."

"It's a coincidence, I have stayed in the capital for seven years."

The white man said proudly, "I didn't learn anything else, so I learned Mandarin, and then joined the ticket dealer industry."

This is a powerful one. After all, there is still a certain threshold for the ticket dealer industry.

"How much can you earn from this film festival?" Old Zhao chatted with people curiously. As a director and screenwriter, he can chat with anyone anytime, anywhere, which is his professional habit.

"Hi!"

The white man also saw that neither Lao Zhao nor Chi Yu wanted to buy a ticket, but because of the intimacy of speaking the same mother tongue, he opened up the chatterbox: "It doesn't make much money. If it's good, I can probably travel around once. The world, if it’s not good, you can travel around the world once.”

"Oh? What do you say?"

"If it's good, you can travel rich, Miss Xiangche, if it's not good, you can only travel poor."

"That makes sense. Where have you been?"

"Everywhere, Asia, Europe, Africa, Australia, America, and even the North and South Poles, apart from living in my hometown for 18 years, staying in China for [-] years, and Beijing for [-] years, the rest of the time is basically a cannon exchange. place."

"The kind that really hit the ground running?"

"Otherwise? Brother, you two are not here, looking for cannon fodder, are you?"

"..."

Old Zhao was speechless, and told the truth: "You underestimate people, right, the two of us were invited to participate in the film festival."

"Cut! How the hell can blow!"

The white man naturally didn't believe it, and his special questioning expression really made people want to go crazy.

But Lao Zhao naturally didn't care whether he believed it or not, and there was no need to take out the ticket—of course he didn't bring it with him—to prove it to the other party.

"If you say that the brother next to you received an invitation, I guess I still believe it a little bit. But what you said is too unlikeable."

"Then how did you see it?" Lao Zhao looked at Chi Yu and asked.

"His temperament is a bit like a star. But he is probably not famous. I thought he was more likely to rub the red carpet."

The white man looked at Chi Yu, smiled and said, "But I don't think so anymore."

After hearing what he said, Chi Yu also turned around, curious: "Why don't you think so again?"

"Generally, people who come to rub the red carpet are rarely as calm and casual as you are. Especially you, who are completely out of the way, have been looking at those signs, and you seem to be here to sweep the goods."

"..."

Chi Yu's face was a little dark, but he nodded: "It's hard to come here, the problem is to buy some gadgets for my brothers and sisters."

"He's a man who cares about his family! Now we don't have many people who care about his family."

The white man gave a thumbs up, and then said to Lao Zhao: "Dude, you are even more unrecognizable. You don't have the Luthor temperament of an artist, nor the stunning appearance of a blanket star. I feel like you are coming to the Cannes Film Festival to criticize films."

"..."

Old Zhao wanted to vomit blood.

You say I look like a second-generation official, but I can bear it, after all, it is the truth.

But you actually said that I look like a critic?
It's just humiliating!

This is unbearable!

So old Zhao gave the old white man a look: "In my opinion, most of your traveling around the world every year is poor travel, right?"

The white man froze for a moment, and said in surprise, "Brother, how did you find out?"

While speaking, he even tidied up the suit he was wearing, as if the suit did not reveal his distressed situation.

Really?

Old Zhao suppressed a smile and said, "Because your vision of people is so bad!"

The white man was very embarrassed: "Okay. My eyesight is really bad. I will disturb the two of you. I will go to the next client."

"Wait a moment."

Old Zhao stopped him suddenly, and in his puzzled eyes, he gave him a business card: "I think you are quite suitable to be an actor. If you come to the capital again, call me this number."

"What do you want? You are not a director, are you?"

The white man was talking, but he took the business card in his hand, glanced at it, and read: "Zhao, Riwei, Rui. The Chinese characters are too difficult to read, so I can only recognize most of the surnames."

"It's Zhao Rui!" Old Zhao corrected.

"Well, it's another pronunciation that makes foreigners crazy. OK, buddy, I accept this business card, and I must keep it well. When I get to the capital, if I can't get along, I'll go find you."

After the white man finished speaking, he took a sip of free water and walked away leisurely.

"He's a wonderful person." Old Zhao said with a smile.

"The capital dialect is really smooth." Chi Yu drank his coffee, smiled, and then thought of Tim in "The Wandering Earth", the so-called Sino-foreign joint venture Sui Kai.

He is also a white guy who speaks very good Mandarin.

Afterwards, the two went to visit those small shops that looked very distinctive.

It is definitely inappropriate to buy things in large quantities. Besides, it is not easy to carry. You can’t buy a few boxes of cigars and send them internationally.

"You bought them bookmarks?"

Seeing that Chi Yu was looking at some distinctive bookmarks and choosing them, Lao Zhao was a little confused: "Isn't it a bit, too much?"

"why?"

"I always feel that your behavior is no different from that who buys winter and summer homework!"

"Why, someone bought it for you?"

"..."

In the end, Chi Yu didn't buy these bookmarks either. Firstly, they were not really souvenirs, except that the photos printed on them could barely be regarded as famous local scenery, and secondly, the price was not fair.

Thirty small bookmarks cost him fifty euros!
This is simply stealing.

"It's robbing in the open!"

Old Zhao sneered and said, "Old Chi, you don't know that some domestic tourists who are lavish, like they only come out once in a lifetime! Even if they are taken advantage of, they are willing to show off to others when they return."

"It's also possible that some people really only come out once in a lifetime?"

"..."

Old Zhao was speechless. He looked at Chi Yu's rational analysis face: "Okay, even if you only come out once in your life, why do you dare to bargain for a garlic sprout at home, and forget your instinct when you come out?"

"It's also possible that the tour guide didn't let me?"

"..."

Old Zhao Zheng was speechless when he saw a scene that stunned him and Chi Yu.

"As a person, I usually don't get angry, and I don't usually scold people easily. Others buy it for 5000 yuan when they come out of the store. Look at you, there is not even one who spends [-] yuan..."

"If you, like Pixiu, only eat but don't eat, please leave the team..."

"If you don't have conscience, virtue, and morality, you don't deserve to be in my regiment..."

"One person in the car can buy tens of thousands of dollars. No one in your car can buy as much. Who are you worthy of..."

"I'll go to the next store later, if you don't buy anything, come and register, and then buy your own ticket and get out..."

"Go back and ask your parents how they brought you up. Are you worthy of the world and your conscience if you don't spend money..."

The two looked at each other, looking at the two tourists who were scolded and couldn't hold their heads up, feeling all kinds of uncomfortable in their hearts.

Don't they all say that the customer is God?

Why, because God is not easy to work in China, he treats customers as grandchildren?
"Well, you're right." Old Zhao suddenly lost interest.

For this situation, he can't come forward, there is no room for him to speak, and, what's more, he has to be scolded by that powerful female director.

"Go back, I feel that everyone is watching us." Old Zhao said.

Chi Yu nodded.

The two walked a few steps when they heard a commotion behind them.

Looking back, I found that the two who had just been scolded had already scuffled with the tour guide.

And it looks like it has the upper hand.

The tourists next to him also stood on the side and watched.

"The two of them are like this, are you okay?" Chi Yu asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's something, maybe it's nothing, who knows? It's better to spend more money if you want to find a pop group like this, and you can save a lot of money in the end."

Old Zhao turned his head and didn't look any further, he said: "I have participated in a tour group like this before, although the tour guide is not as bad, but if you don't give you a good face along the way, it will make you lose your mind about traveling. "

Lao Zhao has been to many places.

"Moreover, these tour guides put most of your travel time in the store, and don't give you time to stop at the scenic spots."

Chi Yu didn't know it before, but after seeing the group of tourists just now and Lao Zhao's remarks, he learned some not-so-useful knowledge.

"Forget it, I won't tell you, this is too off-putting."

Old Zhao rubbed his face, suddenly his eyes lit up, he elbowed Chiyu, and said in a low voice: "Old Chi, who do you think is that?!"

"Who?"

Chi Yu looked over in response, and saw a famous carpet star who had hardly heard of it in the past two years, wearing a floral red dress, walking on the streets of Europe, with a smile on his face.

Behind and in front of him, there are several photographers, which seem to be very promising.

"One thing to say, in terms of appearance, among the female stars, this one can be regarded as the ceiling level."

Looking at that face, Lao Zhao didn't seem to have much makeup on, so he smiled and said with emotion.

"Oval face, is she the first one?" Chi Yu said.

"Probably so. Anyway, at the time of Jinsuo, there were many people who liked her. Because she is so beautiful, there is a possibility that many people also want to have such a maid by their side." Old Zhao said with a smile.

"Is she to blame for that matter?" Chi Yu suddenly thought of a rumor.

"Hehe." Old Zhao smiled, but didn't say anything.

While speaking, that person also walked away.

From the beginning to the end, I probably didn't notice that there were two fellow countrymen standing on the side of the road who were really going to walk the red carpet tomorrow.

Afterwards, Chi Yu and Old Zhao walked back to the hotel.

In the evening, Su Aifei called.

I thought it was a daily chat care.

As a result, she brought an unexpected news.

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