1982 Started from Hong Kong

Chapter 134: Invitation to the Academy Awards

Zhou Haimei felt a burning pain on her buttocks and bit Mickey Mouse tightly without daring to make a sound.

It was obvious that Zhao Meizhen's slap hit the wrong place.

"what?"

The old lady seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with her hand. She stared at the palm of her hand and just as she began to feel doubtful, Zhai Yuan's shouting voice rang out.

"Damn Liang Zhichao, is he spreading rumors about me behind my back again?"

He seemed to be ready to stand up and rush to the housing estate to settle accounts with Liang Zhichao.

Zhao Meizhen's attention was drawn, and this time she slapped Zhai Yuan on the arm: "Don't even swear!"

Zhai Yuan's face was full of excitement, as if he was suppressing his anger.

The legs under the quilt tightly hooked Zhou Haimei's hips, tightening them a little, trying to prevent her from trembling further.

AA+ When lying prone, it can actually turn into a small bell.

It was swinging and it just happened to be touching the car keys.

"Achao is a good kid. He can even help Yaoyao with her homework. Don't always bully him. Besides, he only spoke up after I asked him."

Seeing that Zhai Yuan looked very angry, Zhao Meizhen stopped paying attention to his leg shaking and slowed down her tone a little.

"So what did he say?"

"After I asked, I found out that the Deng Leling in your company is already in her thirties. She lied to me and said she was only in her twenties. Ah Chao told me that there was something unclear between you and her. Can you tell me honestly whether this happened?"

Zhai Yuan decided to sew Liang Zhichao's fucking mouth shut tomorrow.

When Zhao Meizhen asked this, even Zhou Haimei, who was hiding in the quilt, stopped shaking and pricked up her ears to listen carefully.

"Of course not. We just filmed a movie together before. Filming is fake. Liang Zhichao is such a loser. He has a dirty mind. He finds fault with everything he sees. Pick it!"

Zhai Yuan didn't hesitate at all and complained indignantly.

"That woman named Deng Leling is approaching you on purpose!"

Zhao Meizhen insisted that her son was only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although he was rich now, he was still naive and had no idea about the twists and turns of mature women.

"You must not be fooled. Although the woman surnamed Deng is good-looking, she is a dozen years older than you after all. Do you know that?"

"I know, I know, if you have nothing to do, go back and rest early. I'm really sleepy!"

"There's also a Japanese woman and that college director..."

"One is called Nishikie Michiko, the other is called Peng Jiayan. What did the defeated Liang Zhichao say?"

Zhai Yuan made another excuse, mainly to fool Michiko. After all, he had an entertainment company and what he said was reasonable.

"Since you can explain it clearly, of course, Mom will believe you. It's late, and I have to go back to my room to sleep. Remember to get up early tomorrow."

Zhao Meizhen finally stopped asking questions and left a final sentence: "Anyway, remember, you are still young and can't mess around outside."

Does that mean you can do whatever you want when you get older?

Zhai Yuan didn't have the mood to talk nonsense at this time. He just listened to whatever Zhao Meizhen said and said "um" and "ah" a few times. Finally, he watched her leave the room.

With a click, the door was locked again.

The bedroom was quiet for a few seconds. Zhai Yuan lifted the quilt and Zhou Haimei looked up with a frightened look in her eyes.

"Don't worry, it's okay."

After removing the cloth gag from her mouth, Zhai Yuan patted her little head to comfort her.

"Damn it! So dirty!" Zhou Haimei spat twice and felt her cheeks numb.

She rested her chin on Zhai Yuan's lower abdomen, propped up half of her body, patted his legs that were still clamped on her, and said anxiously: "Let me go quickly, I want to go back to Yaoyao, otherwise I will be discovered again!"

It seems that he was really scared, otherwise he would definitely continue what Zhao Meizhen said and continue to ask about Deng Leling.

Under the light of the desk lamp, her delicate body is clearly visible.

Zhai Yuan licked the corner of his mouth and covered her head with the quilt again.

"Cousin, stop it. I'm leaving."

"Don't leave in a hurry!"

Zhai Yuan sat back against the head of the bed with his hands under the quilt.

When he touched her cheek through the quilt, Zhou Hanmei didn't understand what was going on and bit Zhai Yuan's finger with a silly smile.

Just in time to pry open her red lips.

Press down.

"Eh? Woohoo~"

"Don't be afraid, relax. Give me three minutes, cousin will be fine soon."

Zhai Yuan straightened his back and immediately let out a low, refreshing breath from his throat.

More than ten minutes later.

Zhai Yuan listened to the faint retching sounds coming from the bathroom next door, lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Silly girl is so nice~
…………

Early the next morning, Zhai Yuan jumped out of bed.

Wake up feeling refreshed.

When I walked into the living room, I saw Zhao Meizhen and Zhou Haimei's mother Luo Huiling, busy in the kitchen.

Zhai Yuan went into the bathroom to wash up and hushed at the same time.

The force is very strong, just like an anti-aircraft water gun, and you have to press the muzzle deliberately, so there is no spilling or dripping of soup.

"Keep this up, and more and more beautiful girls will love you in the future."

Zhai Yuan shook his gun and came out of the bathroom.

First he rushed into the kitchen and acted like a good kid in front of Zhao Meizhen and Luo Huiling.

Aunt Ling's state was obviously not as alarmist as Zhao Meizhen said last night. Zhai Yuan made her laugh out loud with just a few words, and her heart and eyes were filled with joy and relief as if she had found a future son-in-law.

Zhai Yuan inexplicably thought of another Mother Zhou.

In comparison, the old lady in Zhou Huimin's family is really a world of difference.

"Go away, go away, don't get in the way here!" After not staying in the kitchen for long, Zhao Meizhen felt that he was not helpful and kicked him out.

Zhai Yuan was bored. Seeing that Zhai Yao's bedroom door was still closed, he walked to the balcony, opened the window, and lit a cigarette.

"Director Wu, have you finished setting up the set? Okay, let's shoot a few scenes of the main character first, and then slowly find the supporting roles and extras. I'm very busy recently, thank you for your hard work."

Zhai Yuan lay on the balcony and called Wu Yusen first, only to find out that Director Wu had not rested all night last night. He drove around Hong Kong just to find a suitable location for filming the scene of "I've been unlucky for three years, I've been waiting for an opportunity."

This classic scene of Xiao Ma Ge and Song Zihao pouring out their true feelings on the top of a mountain was actually filmed near Zhashan Road on Fei'e Mountain.

Unfortunately, Zhai Yuan didn't know the answer and couldn't help Wu Yusen. He just gave a few simple instructions and hung up the phone.

"Hey, Jiale brother. Please keep a close eye on the Secret Garden these two days. I'm very busy recently. It's been hard for you."

He called Carlos Chan again and talked a little bit about Leung Chi-chao on the phone.

"Manager Guan, has anything happened at the cassette factory recently? Everything is normal, right? Thank you for your hard work. I'm very busy recently. I'll come to visit you in a couple of days."

After making a series of phone calls, Zhai Yuan felt that it was more comfortable to be a hands-off boss.

I often tell people in the industry that people should enjoy themselves in time. Why make themselves so hard? After opening a company, you don't have to do it yourself. Just lay a good foundation and let the people below do the work. At the end of the month, you take 90% of the profits and give 10% to the employees. They will also say "thank you boss for giving me the opportunity".

After the phone call, he finished his cigarette.

Zhou Haimei and Zhai Yao just happened to walk out of the bedroom.

One fat, one thin, both neatly dressed.

Zhai Yuan witnessed with his own eyes that Zhai Yao had become rounder than a balloon since her family became rich, and he couldn't help but frown.

He ignored his sister and showed Zhou Haimei a surprised expression: "Cousin! Long time no see!"

"Humph!"

Zhou Haimei glared at him and snorted, her eyes unconsciously looking at his lower body. Her face turned red and she went straight into the bathroom.

Seeing this, Zhai Yao gloated to Zhai Yuan, "You didn't come home yesterday, so we had to wait for a long time. Did you make sister-in-law angry?"

"Haha~"

Zhai Yuan rolled his eyes and thought to himself, you know shit.

But what is this new name for "A-sao"? Please don't call her that.

After handing over all the tasks at hand, Zhai Yuan had some free time this weekend, so he accompanied Zhou Haimei for a stroll.

After touring Kowloon, go for a stroll in Hong Kong Island.

Hong Kong is indeed too small, and I was able to visit it in less than two days.

Unfortunately, the relationship with Zhou Haimei did not develop further.

It seemed that Han Mei was frightened by her own arsenal that night, and she went into Zhai Yao's room at nightfall and never came out again.

"Go to college as soon as possible. I'll buy you a house near the school. Let's see where you can go."

Zhai Yuan sat on the sofa, looking at Zhou Haimei who deliberately kept a distance from him, muttering in his heart with a meaningful smile on his face.

Zhou Haimei seemed to have noticed it, frowned, rolled her eyes at him, and waved her little fist at him in protest.

Damn, I can’t even think about it?
…………

"Mr. Rong, what can I do for you?"

On the third day after Zhou Haimei left, Zhai Yuan woke up on the big bed in Deng Leling's villa in Kowloon Tong.

Resting his head on her plump thighs, he yawned and talked to Zhang Guorong on the other end of the phone.

"Yuanzi, do you know there is a magazine called "Film Biweekly"? "

"I've heard of it, why?"

"They have organized a Golden Globe Film Awards, and the second awards ceremony will be held in the middle of this month. My film 'Youth in Flames' was shortlisted last year, so I am eligible to participate in the competition and win an award."

Zhang Guorong's voice carried his usual nonchalant temperament: "But I think you are my boss now, so I should give you some respect, so I called to ask if I want to participate in this selection?"

"Why would you join? Your boss has such a bad reputation in the film industry. I don't know how many people will target him if he goes there. There's no point in getting involved with that bunch of idiots."

Zhai Yuan turned over and motioned Deng Leling to massage his shoulders.

Deng Leling rolled her eyes at him, unbuttoned her robe and pushed it down, squeezing the snow pile against his back until it was flattened, then she pressed her chin against his shoulders and pressed back and forth.

Your massage technique is quite unique.

Zhai Yuan narrowed his eyes and sighed, his tone becoming lazy: "Young Master Rong, listen to me, as long as you follow me, after the filming of "A Better Tomorrow" is finished, I promise to make you famous. By then, we don't have to participate in local rubbish awards, such as the Hong Kong Film Awards and the Golden Horse Awards. I won't even bother with them. I will directly take you to the Cannes Film Festival, take a cruise, and walk the red carpet!"

Zhang Guorong was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone: "Yuanzi, are you drinking so early in the morning or are you still drunk from last night?"

"Yeah, I feel like I'm floating in the air right now."

Zhai Yuan held the phone in one hand and reached behind his back with the other hand. Deng Leling took the initiative to hold his fingers and lick them.

It is worthy of being a garden villa that cost more than one million yuan. It is much faster than adjusting it bit by bit.

"Okay, then I won't go there. Besides, the boss of Film Biweekly has contacted you through me to inform you about the selection."

Zhang Guorong's voice sounded again: "Your film "This Man From Earth" has also been nominated, and it may be nominated for the Best Film Award. I will help you turn it down."

"Wait a minute!"

Zhai Yuan turned over and stood up, and Deng Leling was thrown onto the bed with a scream.

He said seriously into the receiver: "After all, the Hong Kong Film Awards is the only local film award. I think we should support it, so I decided to participate and contribute to the development of Hong Kong's film industry."

"...You are so great."

"so so."

"But why can you go and I can't?"

"Because I shot "This Man From Earth", it's a work of my own company. What does your "Fire Youth" have to do with us, Jiuyi?"

When Zhang Guorong heard such honest words, he was speechless for a moment.

Finally, he could only say, "I'll give you the phone number of the boss of Biweekly, you two can talk slowly."

Zhai Yuan hung up the phone, put away his smile, and became a little absent-minded.

How could a person like me who is not popular in the film industry be invited to participate in an award? And it was for the movie that caused the trouble.

It seems like someone received the message in advance...

(End of this chapter)