Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 958 2011 Paris Fall/Winter Fashion Week (Ten)
So, in the final analysis.

Han Sanping would definitely be unable to sit still after seeing Xiang Yang win the Oscar for Best Art Direction.

"Haha, Lao Wang, I really don't object to what you said." Yu Dong, who is so close to Wang Changtian that they are almost like one family, also thinks so.

He picked up the cigarette box from the table, took out a cigarette at random, put it in his mouth and lit it, then Yu Dong leaned back in his boss chair and asked:

"Then what do you think Mr. Han meant by asking Lao Zhang to come over?"

"I think so." Wang Changtian thought for a moment and said, "I think it has something to do with the short film that Mr. Xiang proposed."

The casting for "Bloody Battle at Wenshankou" is about to be finalized, and it’s hard to count how many actors are eyeing this drama.

It is hard to say how much profit is hidden in this.

But in order to ensure the quality of the film, Han Sanping definitely hopes that Zhang Mouzi will focus more on the preparations for the shooting of the feature film.

The "one-shot" short film that is funded by B Station, which is led by Hermès Film Investment Company, Enlight Pictures, and Bona Film Group, will naturally involve some energy.

If you say that Han Sanping has no thoughts in his mind, who can guarantee that?

Even though the overall investment in this movie was jointly contributed by three companies, the investors have their own interests besides the desire to make money.

When interests conflict with each other, they naturally need to be reconciled.

After all, the movie still needs to be made.

"Then tell me, Mr. Xiang won't mind, right?"

"It's hard to say." Wang Changtian shook his head.

To be honest, although they had some face-to-face exchanges during the Spring Festival, he still felt that Xiangyang insisted on letting Zhang Mouzi try to shoot "one-shot" mainly to pamper Liu Qianqian.

Artistic pursuits and promotion of the feature film "Blood Battle at Wenshankou" were just incidental.

Of course, he did not deny that Xiang Yang's implicit description of the huge potential to be explored after the filming of such a short film was completed.

But doesn't this mean we have to wait until the short film is finished and we see the sample footage before we can confirm it?

"Then what should we do if President Han puts pressure on us?" Yu Dong took a deep puff of his cigarette and sought his partner's advice.

Han Sanping is about to retire.

But he is still in this position now.

"Of course we have to listen to what Mr. Xiang says first." Wang Changtian said that if the sky falls, there is someone named Xiang to support it.

"That's true."

Upon hearing this, Yu Dong immediately understood what was going on.

No matter how you look at this matter, it is not appropriate for him and Wang Changtian to show up, and the key is that they can't handle it.

But it’s different in Xiangyang.

"But we can't just do nothing. You know Mr. Xiang, and he's not stingy with us." Wang Changtian thought for a moment and added.

We can't afford to offend Han Sanping and the others.

On the other hand, they cannot offend Xiangyang.

To put it bluntly, the latter is less likely to be offended than the former.

"Then what should we do?" Yu Dong asked immediately.

He is not stupid.

He understood the meaning of Wang Changtian's words as soon as he heard them.

Moreover, as he had known Xiang Yang earlier, he had understood this matter to a much greater extent. After all, if Bona had not rushed to get involved in this matter at Bilibili, it might have missed this wave of development.

Don’t say anything else.

He has yet to repay the favor of boosting Bona's stock price on the Nasdaq after he joined the game.

"Let me think about it." Wang Changtian frowned.

How to express the attitude of Enlight Pictures without offending Han Sanping is not something that can be done casually.

We need to take care of our face, and also...
As he thought about it, Wang Changtian felt like laughing.

It's right under our noses.

I think there is nothing more appropriate than this.

"Haha, Mr. Wang is still smart." Hearing Wang Changtian's proposal, Yu Dong agreed with a laugh.

At the moment, there is no work more suitable than "Year Hare Affair" to express one's opinion.

This work is not similar to other one-shot short films. The ideas of this work were proposed by Xiang Yang, and it also paves the way for the future development of Bilibili.

If you were to take it to Cannes.

To outsiders, such actions seem to speak louder than any words.

Moreover, even if Han Sanping figured out what was going on, he couldn't say anything or take any action.

After all, the higher-ups have expressed their importance to the animated short film project "Year Hare Affair", and Han Sanping himself has even spoken out for this animation project.

"Should we inform Mr. Xiang about this?" Yu Dong asked.

"No need. It would be more appropriate to ask Mr. Rang to handle this matter. I guess Mr. Xiang doesn't have time to look into it right now." Wang Changtian decided that he had to ask Little John to handle this matter.

Find Xiangyang.
He even donated the Oscar statuette he had won.

With the Fashion Week about to begin, can he have the time to care about such trivial matters?

Wang Changtian doesn’t think so.

Los Angeles.

Xiangyang woke up after a hangover. He was still groggy and hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he felt that the atmosphere around him was very strange.

Half asleep and half awake, he always felt that he was being looked at closely.

This feeling.
Xiangyang secretly opened his eyes a little and found that it was Liu Qianqian who was looking at him with her head supported by her palm. He couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Wife, you woke up so early?"

Under Xiangyang's vague test, Liu Qianqian nodded, "Well, yes."

But her crisp answer made Xiangyang even more confused.

"and you."

"I'm checking to see if you remember what you said yesterday when you wake up."

"What did I say yesterday?"

"."

Taking a deep breath, Liu Qianqian frowned slightly.

His eyes half-closed.

"Are you sure you forgot?"

"." Xiangyang swallowed. He remembered that he said a lot after he came back last night, but he didn't dare to confirm the question Liu Qianqian asked at this time.

Perhaps such behavior is seen as a sign of cowardice in the eyes of many people.

However, men with marriage experience definitely understand that Xiangyang is not afraid of his wife, nor is he a coward.

He just.
"Get up. I don't want to be angry with you so early in the morning." Seeing that he remained silent, Liu Qianqian snorted unhappily.

When she woke up and saw Xiangyang sleeping soundly, she roughly concluded that he must have drunk a lot yesterday.

With his alcohol tolerance
Just take the bottle and blow it with little John.

"Hey, don't go." Xiangyang reached out and grabbed a handful of air.

"No, I won't go. Mu Xin and Zhi Yin are almost done with breakfast." Liu Qianqian, who had already gotten out of bed, raised her lips and lifted her hair. Want to touch?

No show.

"Mom will take care of them." Xiangyang curled his lips, as if he had forgotten something yesterday.

It's all Little John's fault and those few.
At the celebratory dinner yesterday, almost all the members of the gay group were present except for a few individuals. It was a rare occasion for them to get together and win awards, so it would have been inappropriate not to clink glasses a few times.

Moreover, senior executives from Hollywood production companies also arrived one after another to congratulate.

For a moment, Xiangyang didn't know who to blame for being half drunk.

But little John definitely can't escape.

Besides him, Liu Qianqian also has to take the blame.

How could she not watch her husband outside? If he gets drunk and is carried away by someone, wouldn't that be an easy opportunity for outsiders?

But what did I say yesterday that made her, a lazy girl, stay up all morning to watch over me?
He still didn't figure it out until Xiangyang finished washing and changing his clothes and accompanied Liu Qianqian to the restaurant where he met up with Liu Xiaoli, Mu Xin and Zhiyin.

"Mom, morning."

If you can’t remember, put it aside.

Xiangyang sat down next to his mother-in-law and moved Muxin's seat to the side.

"At this time, your father needs your grandma more than you." Xiangyang smiled and touched Mu Xin, who was staring at him with wide eyes in confusion.

"Come, Zhiyin, come into your mother's arms." Liu Qianqian glanced at Xiangyang and took another deep breath.

Liu Xiaoli glanced between her daughter and son-in-law, and instantly knew that something must have happened to this couple who seemed so loving to outsiders.

But she didn't care.

But when Liu Qianqian saw that she had hugged Zhiyin, who was eating well, and interrupted her granddaughter's enjoyment of the food, she frowned and said, "Let her eat first, otherwise she will cry when we get on the plane."

Liu Qianqian was stunned.

No.

Why only me?

"Come here, Mu Xin, be good and eat well." Xiang Yang, who was sitting opposite Liu Qianqian, picked up the small bowl and spoon on the dining table specially provided for babies in the hotel, scooped out the paste-like food from it and handed it to his daughter's mouth.

He moved his daughter's position, not hugged her.

Of course, this is different in Liu Xiaoli's opinion.

"Zhiyin eats in her mother's arms." Liu Qianqian said unconvinced.

"Stop it. If other people come over and see you two fighting, and then the reporters take pictures, you'll have to work hard to explain yourself." Liu Xiaoli didn't dare let her daughter and son-in-law continue to be so willful.

The key is, you two can fight as much as you want, but you can't do it in front of the children.

What if they were led astray?

Isn't that a small one?
"Mom, there won't be any reporters coming to this hotel." Liu Qianqian turned her head and glanced outside the restaurant.

Before she finished her words, she saw Little John appear at the door holding Little JoJo, and was greeting her with a smirk.

Little JoJo's claws kept swinging in the air.

"How could it be such a coincidence?" Liu Qianqian, who was angry with Xiangyang, took another deep breath.

"Good morning~" After handing his son to Laura, little John walked over quickly and greeted Xiangyang's family with a festive look on his face, and then complained to his friend:
"Xiang, can't you just check your phone in the morning? Do you know how many calls I've received recently? How about this, I'll treat this breakfast as my reward for answering your calls?"

"Can you answer the phone for me?" Xiangyang raised his head.

"Mr. Wang from Guangying and Mr. Yu from Bona asked me to say congratulations to you on their behalf." Little John shrugged his shoulders and looked around before finishing his words.

With Mu Xin by her side and Zhiyin in Liu's arms, where should little JoJo go?

The table doesn't seem big enough and can only accommodate one more seat.

Little John looked back at Laura and his son and curled his lips.

He also intended to let his son sit aside.

There are so many seats in the restaurant, it is better to let him down than to let yourself down.

"You guys chat, I'll go sit with Laura." Liu Qianqian picked up her daughter and stood up while suddenly interrupting.

Xiangyang stood up as if he had a telepathic connection with her and said, "I'll go. Let the children sit together."

Mu Xin was just about to open her mouth, but before her lips touched the spoon that was so close to her, the food disappeared from her sight with the movement of her father.

Mu Xin raised his head, opened his bright eyes and stared at the spoon in the air.

This scene made Liu Xiaoli feel so distressed.

How can it be so difficult to have a good breakfast?

Or I should take the children back to Beijing!

In just a few minutes, Liu Xiaoli felt that it was more comfortable to stay in the capital and compete with Lao Zhao for Mu Xin and Zhi Yin than to watch them suffer in front of her.

"That's great. I have something to tell you." Little John said.

"what's up?"

Xiangyang asked while holding a spoon, signaling the waiter to arrange a new seat for him.

He had just taken two steps when he heard a "Wow~" from behind him.

Seeing the spoon getting farther and farther away from him, Mu Xin finally protested.

"Ah, this..." Xiangyang subconsciously turned around to look at his daughter who was suddenly crying, without noticing the seriousness of the situation at all.

He also looked at Liu Qianqian who sat down again with confusion.

But for some reason, Yu Guangzhong and Liu Xiaoli, who had always been kind to him, now had a look of anger in their eyes.

It felt like the time when we were having dinner together at Principal An's house.
Liu Qianqian was also confused when she heard her daughter crying. She raised her hand and pointed at Xiangyang in panic. As for the rest.
While Liu Xiaoli's attention was on Xiangyang, she quietly covered Zhiyin's little mouth with her other hand, fearing that she would cry with her sister.

If both children cried, wouldn’t Xiangyang be dead?

"."

After getting the hint, Xiangyang looked at the spoon in his hand awkwardly.

"Mom, please listen to my explanation. I..." Xiangyang, who didn't even have time to coax the child, quickly handed the spoon to Liu Xiaoli.

He really didn't mean it.

He just.
"Don't cry, don't cry, Daddy didn't mean it." Liu Xiaoli, who had already picked up Mu Xin from the high chair, coaxed him while taking the spoon full of food from Xiangyang.

He simply took the spoon and shook it in front of Mu Xin, and after Mu Xin kept making "er" sounds, the crying stopped abruptly.

Nestled in her grandma's arms, she opened her tender little hands and clenched the spoon tightly in her palms.

I rub!

its not right!
Suddenly, Xiangyang realized that Mu Xin's action was exactly the same as Little John's reaction after seeing the money, and he felt mixed emotions.

Could it be that my daughter has been infected?

"Hehehe~" Little JoJo in Laura's arms happened to make an inappropriate sound at this moment.

He was smiling and clapped his hands.

"You brat."

Xiangyang was stunned to see that he was adding fuel to the fire.

After cursing in his heart, he rolled up his sleeves and said, "I must teach you a lesson on behalf of your father today!"

(End of this chapter)