I conquered the entertainment industry

Chapter 1014 What is it?

In Paris in mid-November, the weather is more comfortable than the emperor.

It was night when Qin Ye walked out of the airport, and the whole city looked extraordinarily charming in the night.

Open the car window, and the blues melody fluttering from the roadside cafe is relaxing and cozy.

The pressure in my heart disappeared, and my whole body seemed to relax with the music.

"Brother Ye..."

Wang Dacheng handed over the tablet, "Sister Gu said, this is your private itinerary for the past few days in Paris, let you see if there is anything you want to refuse, she will handle it."

Qin Ye took it and looked at it.

First in line was Arthur.

Arthur mentioned several times that he wanted to invite Qin Ye to dinner, but he never got his wish.

This time I have come to Paris, if I still can't shirk it, then I really can't justify it.

In addition, there are two media interviews, and several commercial street shots.

Thinking that he was going to stay in Paris for four days, except for the third night where he had to attend the Paris Film Festival, he would have nothing to do at other times, Qin Ye took a cursory glance and agreed to everything.

The hotel is on the Champs Elysees.

Smelling a faint fragrance of flowers in the air from a distance, Qin Ye asked the driver to stop the car and walked to the hotel lobby.

As soon as I stepped into the revolving door of the hotel, I felt a flash behind me, as if someone was secretly taking pictures.

Qin Ye turned his head and saw a young man wearing a peaked cap turned around and ran away in a hurry.

Seeing Qin Ye stunned for a moment, Wang Dacheng smiled and said, "Brother Ye, does this mean that we can plan to go abroad and rush to the world?"

"How dare you think about it!"

Qin Ye laughed and said, "You can't become a big fat man by eating in one sitting."

In Huaguo's entertainment industry, there are so many first-tier male stars and female stars who have been working hard in Hollywood for several years without making a name for themselves.

Let alone a person like her who has only debuted for three years.

"Then what is there not to dare to think about?"

Wang Dacheng had a confident expression on his face, "If you put it on someone else, you may have to think about it more. When it comes to you, Brother Ye, I believe that everything is possible!"

"Besides, there is still a dream. What if it comes true? You think so, Brother Ye?"

While talking, the two entered the room.

Not long after entering the door, Chen An came.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions. As the only Huaguo film shortlisted for this film festival, even if they don't win any awards, it is considered a kind of recognition.

Therefore, it has been more than half a month since I arrived in Paris, and I am not used to eating and living, so I have lost a lot of weight, but Chen An's spirit is surprisingly good.

"I have a few friends in the circle. After watching "Guardian Saint", they all said that there is a possibility of hitting the award. So, these days, you have to work hard to socialize with me."

Knowing that Qin Ye didn't like socializing, Chen An looked at her cautiously when he spoke.

After hesitating for a while, thinking about having a meal, it was nothing difficult, Qin Ye readily agreed, "Okay, no problem."

The smile on Chen An's face deepened.

After making an appointment to meet up the next night, Qin Ye went to rest after sending Chen An off.

Waking up in the morning, Qin Ye went to the hotel's own gym.

After 10 minutes of warming up, Qin Ye got on the treadmill.

But after a few runs, Qin Ye turned off the treadmill, turned around and walked towards the equipment area, and stretched out his hand to the muscular man sitting in front of the barbell rack, "Camera, hand it over."

Apparently he didn't expect Qin Ye to speak French, and he spoke it so idiotically, the muscular man froze for a moment.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out a palm-sized micro-slip from his pocket and handed it to Qin Ye.

Glancing at him coldly, Qin Ye deleted the photos in it and returned the micro-slip to him.

Turning around to leave, before Qin Ye could take a step, he heard the muscular man snort coldly: "Little white face, what are you dragging? Hot chicken!"

(End of this chapter)