Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 968: It's your own fault. Can we negotiate whether you can live or not?
"Bona Film Group's Internationalization Steps"

"Dialogue with Yu Dong, Chairman of Bona: Keep up with the pace and open up another track to enter the overseas market"

"Bona Film Group: Remarkable achievements in overseas distribution of domestic films and co-investment in imported films in the military region"

“Bona Film Group.”

There is no wall that is impenetrable, and there is no heat wave that cannot be created.

"This kind of attempt is just the beginning, and there will be more and more in the future." Yu Dong was very confident when facing the media.

The successful recovery in the stock market through good cooperation gave him enough confidence.

As soon as it was announced that it would invest in the production of a movie in France, without revealing the specific investment amount, the comment section was flooded with comments.

After Huayi Brothers announced that it would spend a large sum of money to continue its cooperation with Disney, Bona Film Group followed suit.

The competition is so fierce at the beginning of 2011?
Is it not enough to just be the number one in the country, but you also have to seize the market overseas?
The topic alone was enough to keep netizens discussing it endlessly. In less than a few hours, even the online heat generated by the photos of celebrities heading to the Paris Fashion Week was overshadowed.

The celebrities’ street photos did attract a lot of attention this time, but only their fans paid attention to them.

It is even more intriguing to think about what kind of movie Bona will invest in to compete with Huayi's huge investment of more than 1 million US dollars.

Could it be that the film announced by Bona Film Group is participating in Hermès Film Investment Company’s latest project "Les Miserables"?

"No, how could that be possible? I'm just doing a small favor over there."

Facing Wang Changtian's curious question, Yu Dong smiled heartily.

But if we talk about "Les Miserables", it's not impossible.

At least after communicating with Little John today, Yu Dong learned that although Hermès Films has announced investment in this film, it will still take some time before the project is officially launched.

"That's strange," Wang Changtian suddenly muttered.

I don’t understand what Xiangyang and the others are doing.

"Old Wang, to be honest, I find it quite strange too." Yu Dong also felt that this matter was strange no matter how he looked at it, but just as Xiang Yang and others had predicted about Bona Film Group, he had no choice but to refuse.

"How about we cooperate on this matter, Mr. Wang?"

"Don't they mind?" Wang Changtian immediately asked with great interest.

"Don't mind. I specifically emphasized to Mr. Rang that this fund will be raised by Bona ourselves." Yu Dong's answer was also resounding.

The estimated amount given by John Jr. was between three and four million euros.

Converted into RMB, it is only about 30 to 40 million.

This amount is almost catching up with the domestic film investment targets, so what is there to hesitate about?

Furthermore, the actors, director, script and even the entire filming process were all assisted by Hermès in Europe.

Do we need to elaborate on how rich Hermès’ resources are in the French film and television industry?

Look at who is standing next to him.

If converted to domestic terms, he would be a person on par with Han Sanping's immediate superior.

"Okay, as long as you don't mind, we'll do it the old way." Wang Changtian raised his eyebrows. Yu Dong was quite straightforward this time. "Wait for me tonight. I have a few bottles of good wine to taste together."

"Old Wang, you are so polite. Haha."

Although Yu Dong said no, he was smiling in his heart.

At the beginning, it was he who sent the wine.

This is really a matter of time.
"Wife, let me rest for a while. I'm so tired today that my scalp is numb." But things like the changing of times would never happen in Xiangyang's family.

Don't think that those who are out there are always calculating this and that and are successful in everything they do.

But back home
wrong.

To be precise, it should be his leisure time to pay for the sins he has committed.

"Fall asleep as soon as you come back, and eat when you wake up." Liu Qianqian looked at Xiangyang resentfully, holding a thick hardcover edition of "Les Miserables" in her hand.

During the past few days since returning to Paris, Xiangyang has been so busy that he has not been seen, but she has not been idle either.

Not only did she have to promote the brand she endorsed, but she also dressed up to attend one or two events as the Paris Tourism Ambassador. By the way, she also took photos of her trip and a Vlog of her preparations for the Fashion Week and posted them on her personal social media platform for necessary business.

She didn't stick to Xiangyang for these things, she handled them all by herself.

Tonight, while Xiangyang still has time to come back, she decided to seize this opportunity to communicate with Xiangyang.

After all, she will be joining the crew after the fashion week.

If I have free time after that, I will have to wait until the other party agrees to go to Thailand together, which will take at least more than a month.

Of course, the two had opportunities to meet during this period.

But how much will it be like before?
"STOP! Don't look at me like that." Xiangyang, who had done nothing wrong but was afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, couldn't stand Liu Qianqian looking at him like that while she was standing in front of the window.

Fashion Week opens tomorrow, and he doesn't want to have dark circles under his eyes.

"Let me see it." Xiangyang stretched his hand out from under the quilt and yawned.

You said, just draw cookies for your wife when you have nothing to do.

Really are.
"Hehe~ I'll go heat up some food for you, just look at what I marked." Liu Qianqian immediately smiled.

Xiang Yang was stunned.

wipe.
Why do I have this illusion?

Was I controlled so easily?

Liu Xixi, please don't brag about this.
"Remember to drink the water first." In addition to the notes she made when she had time, Liu Qianqian did not come empty-handed, "Drink more hot water."

"."Xiang Yang swallowed.

I didn’t realize that my wife has so many little thoughts.

After propping himself up and obediently taking a sip of the warm water in the cup, Xiangyang took the book and smiled slightly when he saw Liu Qianqian walking out of the bedroom, looking back every few steps.

I don't think it's possible.
Although he was a little reluctant, since he had agreed, Xiangyang yawned again and forced himself to open the book.

If you don't know the answer to any question during dinner, you won't be drinking warm water anymore.

After reading for less than 20 minutes, Liu Qianqian appeared in front of the bedroom door again. She knocked on the door gently. Seeing Xiangyang reading attentively, her smile was somewhat sweet.

Don't say, the one you choose is good~
What a vision.

"Eat, eat. I'm almost starving." Xiangyang jumped up from the bed when he heard the knock on the door.

Maybe I've been overusing my brain these past two days, or maybe I've been moving too fast.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, he felt a buzzing in his head and almost lost his balance.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Xiangyang suddenly feeling unwell, Liu Qianqian hurried forward and asked with concern.

Xiangyang closed his eyes and shook his head, saying casually: "It's okay, don't worry, maybe your handwriting is so crooked that I feel dizzy."

"Say it again!" Liu Qianqian said angrily.

"You wish." Xiang Yang, who had recovered, smiled reservedly, "Come on, let me taste whether my wife's cooking skills have improved."

"Well, go eat it yourself."

Liu Qianqian expressed dissatisfaction.

But the angry look in his eyes fluttered at Xiangyang, and he couldn't hide the concern that came from his heart.

"How about I bring the food up for you?" she asked.

"No, I just got up quickly." Putting his arm around Liu Qianqian's shoulders, Xiangyang raised his hand and stroked her hair a few times, saying, "Time is limited, I didn't finish reading it, but it's well written." "Really?"

Liu Qianqian raised her head, her eyes flickering.

Seeing that she was looking forward to his answer, Xiang Yang couldn't help but scratched Liu Qianqian's nose with his finger and joked: "I mean, Hugo wrote well, haha."

"you"

"Let's go and have dinner." Xiangyang hugged Liu Qianqian and walked out.

As they walked, he said, "It takes more time to prepare for an opera than a movie. You can wait until the filming of Prometheus is finished before you devote your energy to it. Don't rush it."

"Huh?" Liu Qianqian asked in confusion.

"Let me tell you a little secret. We are planning to bring the Chinese version of the opera Les Miserables to Paris for performance," Xiang Yang said with a smile.

"Are you going to perform in France again?" Liu Qianqian seemed a little surprised.

But she soon understood.

No wonder Principal An attaches so much importance to it.
It turned out that when the news just broke, only I regarded it as a part of the process necessary to complete my studies, while others were more or less considering the complex interests behind it.

"Cultural exchange is never pure." Xiangyang smiled and rubbed Liu Qianqian's shoulder again.

A bit rounded.

It seems that I haven't been exercising recently.

"Eat well and go to bed early after eating." Liu Qianqian felt Xiangyang's fingertips caressing her skin through her pajamas and refused decisively.

She needs to get up early tomorrow to cooperate with the brand in the event.
"Wife, I want to participate in the event too."

Xiangyang felt itchy in his heart.

"Then you should pay more attention to your appearance." Liu Qianqian didn't play the game of playing both sides with Xiangyang. If Xiangyang dared to hit her, she would really hit him. She even dared to say that her handwriting was crooked.
Tomorrow morning, she asked Zhao Xin to help her buy calligraphy.

Mad.

not in the mood.

"Oh, the food is tasteless." Xiangyang felt bitter.

Xiangyang was pulled downstairs by Liu Qianqian. Sitting obediently at the dining table, he looked at the table full of delicious dishes and spoke his true feelings.

If he could turn back time, he would definitely keep his mouth shut.

Well.
He took two casual bites and curled his lips.

No wonder "Time and Space" is loved by many female groups in the country.

According to a survey conducted by the media, most men went to the cinema to watch this movie only after receiving invitations from women, and it seems that there is a reason for this.

"Wife, how about we go take the dog for a walk while mom and the kids are resting?"

"Not interested in."

Liu Qianqian, who was still angry, refused, but her eyes glanced at Lai Fu, Fan Circle, 70 million and Xiaomubu who had turned their heads to look over after hearing the conversation between the two.
Looking at the four little guys' tails wagging non-stop, Liu Qianqian's heart swayed along with them.

like
It's not impossible.

After coming back, I haven't had the chance to walk with Xiangyang under the moonlight like we used to.

As she was hesitating, she noticed from the corner of her eye that Xiangyang's mouth was slightly raised. Liu Qianqian frowned and said, "Then hurry up and eat. We'll talk after you finish eating."

"Okay~"

Xiangyang quickly took two more bites.

You see, to make your wife happy, you need to know how to use external forces and target her weaknesses.

As long as you grasp these two points, it doesn’t matter whether you have the ability to travel through time and space or not.

The key is to understand a woman's heart.

Xiangyang finished the bowl of rice in front of him as quickly as possible, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said to Liu Qianqian: "Okay, we can set off now."

"Humph~"

Liu Qianqian, who understood what Xiangyang was thinking, stood up, looked at Xiangyang arrogantly, and then walked towards the four little guys who couldn't wait to go out.

Just walk the dog, don’t hold hands.

"Wife, put on something, don't catch a cold." Seeing her squatting down to tie the dog leashes for the four little ones, Xiangyang smiled and helped Liu Qianqian put on the shawl hanging at the door.

Who said we should hold hands?

It’s not okay to take a walk while hugging each other.

"Oh, just walk the dog properly, you take care of these two." Liu Qianqian was helpless, they were too difficult to deal with.

You like showing your shoulders, right?

Come on, hold me tight.

She leaned towards Xiangyang and used her other shoulder to support Xiangyang's chest. Liu Qianqian was very satisfied with her plan after clearly feeling that Xiangyang was not at all comfortable with the posture of holding her and walking with the dog leash at the same time.

But as she walked, she realized that Xiangyang was only busy walking the dog and not talking to her. After biting her lower lip lightly, she tilted her face and looked at Xiangyang.

"Don't tell me, it's quite comfortable to walk like this with you." Xiangyang said softly, looking up at the bright moon in the darkness.

"You'll just be sweet."

Liu Qianqian stopped and stared at Xiangyang.

I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt a little proud.

"I'm not being sweet, I'm stating the facts."

"I see you walking with Little John all day long, and you look quite happy when you laugh."

"No way." Xiangyang looked at Liu Qianqian in surprise.

Could it be that my wife is jealous?

Haha, that's too
"Wife, you're not going to take time out of your busy schedule to keep an eye on my movements, are you?"

"Yes." Liu Qianqian admitted openly that she knew Xiangyang's every move very well.

But this time, it wasn't up to Bi Shaffer to tip off.

But it’s a lot of push from INS.

Every time I took the phone from Zhao Xin during a break, the latest notifications from INS would appear on the lock screen, and the media coverage of fashion week news was almost non-stop.

Among them, Xiangyang, who had frequently appeared in major media reports in the past three days, was naturally not missed.

Every time Xiangyang went abroad, Little John was by his side.

It seemed as if they were more like a couple than she, the legal wife.

"Is that so?" Xiangyang understood immediately and grinned awkwardly. This must have been done by Musk. It was definitely not his idea.

Well, no wonder my phone also received push notifications of hot spots during meetings.

It turns out that INS has launched a new feature.

"Wife, why don't we take a photo to prove it?" Xiangyang felt overwhelmed when he thought of the Rainbow Group lurking in his social account.

These people don't support Pirate Lord, but are just looking for fun under his account all day long. They are so idle.

Speaking of Pirate Lord.
"Wife, I have something to tell you. Mr. Ding will come to Paris to attend the HYS fashion show the day after tomorrow. Can you help me?"

(End of this chapter)