Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 602 Lost to death!

"Movies? Well, I like movies very much. We French invented movies."

While playing cards, Emil casually chatted with Feinan: "However, the sound movie you mentioned is nothing new. It's just a combination of a gramophone and a phonograph. I don't like this model."

"Oh? Why?"

Feinan tapped on the card table lightly, signaling for a card.

Emile shrugged and explained: "It's very simple, because the sound recording of the phonograph cannot compare with the existing music performance art, whether it is Western opera or your drama."

"The experience of watching music performances on the spot is far better than that of a phonograph. Even if it is combined with a movie, the look and feel will not be very good."

Feinan shook his head and said with a smile: "It seems that the difference between us is that we have different understandings of movies. I think that sound movies will soon subvert the existing movie market in the future, and silent movies will soon withdraw from the stage of history. , exists only in people's memory."

After finishing speaking, he casually flipped over the hole cards and signaled to the gambler on his right: "Excuse me, twenty o'clock."

"His grandma's!"

The gambler angrily threw the cards on the table, got up and left.

Emil glanced at the bottom cards, shook his head regretfully, threw the cards out of his hand, and asked indifferently: "I want to know, why are you so sure?"

Feinan took a sip of whiskey and asked, "Excuse me, what is the movie that has left the deepest impression on you so far?"

Without thinking, Emile said, "Of course it's the train that I first saw in Paris when I was young coming into the station."

Speaking of this, he was instantly brought back to the memory, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "At that time, not many people had seen the movie. I remember that when I went to the movie for the first time, a lady saw The train was approaching her, she jumped up from the seat in fright, fled the room with her skirt in her hands, even lost her shoes, I picked them up and returned them to her, and later, that lady became my wife .”

"What a romantic story."

Feinan smiled, and asked again: "Then, please imagine, if you can hear the siren sound at the same time as you see the train approaching the station, how lively will the movie theater be?"

Emil pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "It seems very interesting. I'm starting to be interested, but I still stick to my opinion."

"It's okay, I'm trying to make a wonderful sound film, I hope after seeing the work, you can change your mind."

"Really? Then I look forward to it."

Emile asked with a smile, "When can I see it?"

"I'm afraid it will take some time. As you know, movies are still a new industry in Asia. My team hasn't got enough film and equipment yet."

"is it?"

Emil was intrigued by Feinan's description, so he took the initiative to say: "I have a video camera and a Columbia cabinet gramophone in my house. If you need it, I can lend it to you for free, as long as you don't mess it up." It's okay to be bad."

"Thank you for your generosity."

Feinan did not refuse, but thanked him politely.

"As for the film..."

Emil thought for a while and said, "I have a colleague who went to the Australian branch. I can ask you if I can buy some film from Australia."

"That's great, film is the resource we need most."

Feinan was very satisfied. He originally came here to win money, but he didn't expect to find a way to buy film at the poker table, which was considered a windfall.

But satisfaction is satisfaction, and the movements of his subordinates are not slow at all.

"At 21 o'clock, I won again."

Lifting the face of the card, he picked up the glass with a smile and took a sip.

"Oh my God."

Emil raised his hand helplessly: "It seems that today is not my lucky day."

"its mine."

Fei Nanxu stroked the yard in front of him, it was already piled up like a mountain.

At this time, a gray-haired old man stepped forward, patted the dealer on the shoulder, and explained to everyone at the poker table with a smile: "The shift has changed."

When Emil saw him coming, he stood up directly: "Mr. Yang is here, it seems that I won't win any money today."

After going around half the table, he came to Feinan's side and handed over a business card: "This is my phone number, you can contact me, and I will help you ask about the film."

"Thank you."

Feinan smiled and nodded.

Watching him turn and leave, Feinan turned his attention back to the so-called Mr. Yang's croupier who had just changed shifts.

Ginger can't get rid of the spicy smell, and the boatman can't wash off the fishy smell. The easiest way to recognize a cheater is naturally a cheater.

From the hand that Yang Heguan took the cards as soon as he came to the table, Feinan could see how extraordinary he was.

After the croupier surnamed Yang came to the table, he picked up the previous cards and discarded them.

He pressed lightly on the deck of cards, and the whole deck of cards was held in his palm.

Others might not have seen it clearly, but Feinan could see it clearly. The old man did not use his fingers to hold the cards, but the depressions in his palms.

It takes several years to practice this skill alone.

It seems that this old man should be the trump card here.

After Lao Yang came to the table, his expression was also very solemn.

Since the opening of the casino, I don't know how many tricksters have come to the door to have fun.

He has seen a lot of masters from the south, the north, domestic and foreign, all kinds of masters.

The end result is the same, that is, he won everything, broke his hand and threw it out.

However, this young gambler who brought a child, he couldn't see the depth.

The yards piled up in front of Feinan at this moment, by visual estimation, had exceeded one hundred thousand.

However, he had been watching for a long time, but he didn't see any sign of Feinan changing his cards.

Could this guy really just be lucky?

This is impossible.

After dismantling and mixing 24 decks of cards, Lao Yang pressed his hands together, the cards fell down with a crash, mixed into a pile, and then he dismantled and reassembled it, which was very gorgeous.

Feinan just watched, smiled and said nothing.

Soon, the hole cards were dealt and the game restarted.

"Take the card, and I win."

"Take a card, ask a card, I win."

"A card, blackjack, I won."

Feinan played the game quickly, relaxed and freehand, and the chips in front of him also piled up quickly, gathering like a hill, which was spectacular.

Old Yangmu grimaced, shuffled and dealt the cards, and sweat began to ooze from his forehead.

He couldn't see how Feinan won at all.

In the casino, the gamblers gradually let go of their gambles and gathered behind Feinan, looking at him excitedly, talking a lot.

"Hey, how much did you win? Did you really not lose?"

"It's no wonder that you can beat the only one! This is really the God of Wealth coming down to earth!"

As the game progressed, every time Feinan won a game, the gamblers cheered excitedly, as if he was the one who won.

Soon, Lao Yang was already sweating profusely, and the clothes on his upper body were soaked.

Whoa!

The cards were shuffled, Lao Yang shook his head, supported the table to stand firm, and said with a pale face, "Yes... I'm sorry, I have to rest for a while..."

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and fell backwards.

"oops!"

Someone exclaimed: "You lose to death!"

(End of this chapter)