Rebirth of the training entertainment circle

() Zhang Jianting and Wang Jing looked at each other while looking at the list of winners in their hands.

"You announce it! I'll present the award." Zhang Jianting said.

Wang Jing took over the unpacked list of winners, "In 1988, the winner of the 'Best Screenplay' at the [-]th Hong Kong Film Awards was: Zhuo Miaobi, "The Lame Man."

There was a burst of warm applause, very warm, especially in the row of seats where the screenwriters were seated, the drums were so loud!

Human beings are animals that follow the crowd. When they see other people applauding fiercely, they also follow them inexplicably. Therefore, the round of applause lasted for a long time. In the past, only when the male and female protagonists presented awards, there was such enthusiastic applause.

Of course, the audience who watched the live broadcast in front of the TV reacted differently.

Li Jiaxin was lying in front of the TV at home, watching the Academy Awards ceremony excitedly. She already knew that Zhuo Yi was Zhuo Miaobi.

"You two sisters, why don't you go back to your room and go to sleep, why are you watching TV! Ah Xin has to go to work early tomorrow?" Mother complained from inside the room.

"Oh!" The two sisters replied perfunctorily, quickly turned down their voices, and continued to stare at the screen.

Sister Li Jiaxin said in a low voice: "Ah Xin, are you sure that your Zhuo Yi is Zhuo Miao Pen? I heard from the newspaper that this Zhuo Miao Pen can earn millions of dollars per script. Now it is a multi-millionaire and is about to be nominated." This year's Hong Kong Top Ten Outstanding Youth Awards."

Li Jiaxin didn't speak, just stared at the TV closely, waiting for Zhuo Yi to appear.

At this time, the beam of light in the venue shone on Zhuo Yi's position, and it was empty.

1 minutes later.

"The [-]th 'Best Screenplay' was won by Zhuo Miaobi and "The Lame Man"" Zhang Jianting also shouted, but there was still no response from the following.

Zhang Jianting looked at Wang Jing strangely: "Where's Zhuo Yi? Didn't he come?"

Wang Jing smiled wryly: "It seems that Zhuo Shao can't come, or let someone else take it on his behalf!"

Hearing this sentence, everyone felt a sense of loss. Now everyone is super interested in Zhuo Miaobi, a genius and god-level screenwriter, and eager to meet the real person.

"Who said I won't come." At this time, a clear voice came from the back of the venue.

I saw a fresh and handsome man appearing at the back of the venue, walking towards him, it was Zhuo Yi.

The goods finally arrived.

In an instant, all the cameras were focused on this handsome man, and he quickly pressed the shutter: "Ka Ka Ka..."

Only then did I close the lens with satisfaction, it was worth it.

It turned out that Zhuo Yi was not the only one who appeared at the venue, the key point was that he was holding a peerless beauty in his hand: Chen Yulian.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that there is a beautiful lip print on this guy's cheek, and Chen Yulian is wiping it for him with a towel.

This maddeningly ambiguous picture can't help but make people's imaginations run wild. One is a beautiful woman with a husband, and the other is a talented new best screenwriter with a bright future.

When the flash flashed, Chen Yulian's pretty face turned pale for a while, and she quickly retracted her jade-like hands, but it was already too late, and she had already been photographed.

What kind of story did they send outside?

Everyone is guessing in their hearts.

At this time, Zhuo Yi had already reached the podium holding Chen Yulian's jade hand. This guy was very proud now, and he smiled gracefully under the shining spotlight along the way.

"You don't mind bringing a female companion up to receive the award!" Zhuo Yi said to Wang Jing, Fat Sister and the others with a smile.

"I don't mind, I don't mind, we are very familiar with Lianmei." Fat sister said with a smile.

At this time, everyone saw the face of this handsome man clearly, and the first impression was that he was so handsome, so young, and so high-spirited!

Whether it was the live audience or the audience in front of the TV, they were all moved by Zhuo Yi's masculine charm. They didn't feel that way, but they thought this man was very attractive.

Especially his faint smile, Zhuo Yi's smile is very strange, it's different from Zhou Runfa's heroic smile, it's not Liang Chaowei's handsome smile, let alone Leslie Cheung's handsome one.

But it is very unique, very mysterious, half a smile but not a smile.Bad, cool, a little uninhibited, a little unruly, with an inexplicable charm, in short, people can't do without their eyes.

Especially some men and women who have just watched the premiere of "Supreme Supreme", when they saw Zhuo Yi in front of the TV, they immediately shouted excitedly: "Crab! It's a crab!" , Dominating the TV and watching it with relish.

Zhong Chuhong, who was sitting under the stage, covered her delicate red lips, stared at her beautiful and charming eyes, and looked at Zhuo Yi in shock. He didn't expect that Zhuo Yi was really a screenwriter, and he was also a god-level rumored in the entertainment circle. Screenwriting talent.

Although Zhuo Yi had mentioned in front of her that he was a screenwriter more than once, she did not believe this glib guy.It suddenly occurred to me that I was still struggling to help him find a job, and I felt annoyed for a while. It turned out that this guy is really not short of money.The entire entertainment circle knew about the net worth of the god-level screenwriter.

Then, seeing that Zhuo Yi was still holding Chen Yulian's little hand, Zhong Chuhong felt sore for no reason.

Wang Zuxian was also shocked, she also recognized Zhuo Yi, isn't this man the man who was knocked out by her in the theater that day?Did you plan to ask him to apologize later?However, he was gone.

"Screenwriter Zhuo, you have won the 'Best Screenplay' award at the Academy Awards. I want to ask, why are you late?" Yes, but I'm still late to accept the award.

"Oh! There's a traffic jam on the road. Don't your Academy Awards send a car to pick us up? By the way, we just spent two yuan on the bus. Look, will your Academy Awards preparatory meeting reimburse me? Wait a minute, I'll take a bus home later, I don't know if there will be a bus when the meeting is over." Zhuo Yi took out two small tickets from his pocket and said seriously.

All the audience laughed, and Chen Xinjian looked at the receipt in Zhuoyi's hand dumbfoundedly, "Reimbursement, reimbursement," he shook his head helplessly, crying and laughing: "The meeting is over, I will drive you back instead of taking the bus."

"By the way, Screenwriter Zhuo, we are very interested in you, and you rarely appear in public places, so don't mind if we ask you a few more questions!" Fat Sister asked.

Zhuo nodded and made an expression of course.

"Well, we know that you are now the role model and idol of screenwriters in Hong Kong. Many screenwriters say that your appearance has improved the status of screenwriters in the film industry. What do you think about this?" Fat sister asked. The idea in the minds of many filmmakers.

Zhuo Yi let go of Chen Yulian's slender hand, put the trophy in her palm, stood at the front desk, faced the microphone, and smiled silently.

Before he could speak, there was applause from the row below the stage where the screenwriters were sitting.

Zhuo Yi handsomely stretched out his right hand, pressed it, and there was a sudden silence. The guy touched his nose and patted the microphone.

Before he even started to speak, he has already held the audience. This kind of scene control ability is something that others can't learn in a lifetime.

The female artists below all had heart shapes in their eyes.

Zhuo Yi at this moment is really handsome, so masculine.

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