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Chapter 517 Capitalism Shock

Gong Xue is eating banana.
Her mouth was very small and could not accommodate a huge banana, so it was quite difficult to eat. Fortunately, the main meal was already finished, so this was considered a dessert after the meal.
After a while, she cleaned the battlefield, brushed her teeth, returned to the bed, crawled into Chen Qi's arms, and said with a smile: "Why can't you hold back this time, are you not afraid of being eavesdropped?" "I've checked it all, and I heard it.
Just listen, as long as we don't talk about national affairs."
"What couple talks about national affairs in a hotel? I don't understand you." "I'm so talkative! I like to talk about these things."
"I don't like it. I'd rather you chat with me about which street in Los Angeles I can buy things on. I want to buy some souvenirs in every city..."
Gong Xue leaned on his shoulder and suddenly said: "Hey, I discovered a problem. It's your first time to come to the United States. You see everyone is so excited, but you are just mediocre and not interested in anything."
"Do I still have to be interested?"
"That's not what you mean. You seem to have a disdain for the United States? Why?" "Because I have clairvoyance!"
"ha?"
"You know the Statue of Liberty, right? That's not actually the Statue of Liberty, but a pirate holding a torch." Gong Xue stood up and looked at him with a frown.
In order to keep up with her lover, she has made great progress, but this kind of thing cannot be changed. Let a person in the 1980s despise the United States? It would be better to let Khrushchev break off a few less corn cobs.
Of course, Chen Qi also said objectively that the United States will be different in a few decades from now. It is indeed very awesome now.
He stopped talking about this and changed the subject: "Tomorrow we will go to the scene of "Orphans". Director Liu will probably be shocked." "I also want to ask you, are they really bad?"
"Who wants to see fake things?" "What a waste!"
"This is called Hollywood propaganda. You can't copy domestic styles. It's much more outrageous than this. It will shock Bureau Liu a little bit about capitalism." The visiting delegation has a very busy schedule.
There are activities from morning to night. If you come here for a few days, you can usually go back to the hotel after 10 o'clock.
On the second day after arriving in Los Angeles, we all visited together in the morning and watched a drama in the afternoon. Chen Qi, Gong Xue, Liu Zhigu and a security guard went to the scene of "Orphan" together.
There is no Gong Xue in "Orphan's Revenge", but Chen Qi wants to take her to see more.
Roberts from 20th Century Fox was in charge of the reception. He drove the car himself and said in a good mood: "This film has been released on a small scale and has received a good response. It has already taken 4 million at the box office and we are in the process of fully launching it. Thank you for the publicity method you provided.
Very very very effective!”
He said very three times in a row. "What's the predicted box office?" "10 million!" Chen Qi believed him!
The small-scale release has 4 million, but the national release is only 10 million? Doubling it is more than enough. Liu Zhigu asked in Chinese: "Xiao Chen, how much can they divide the 10 million?"
"The calculation of the box office split in the United States is very complicated and cannot be calculated now. The general rule is that the cost can be recovered if it reaches 3 times the cost."
"They spent 7 million to buy "The Orphan". Doesn't it cost 21 million to get back the money? I think his virtue must exceed this number, otherwise he wouldn't be so happy." "Oh! You can do it, Director Liu!"
"I also work for the outside world, can't you tell?" Liu Zhigu was proud.
"But they don't rely solely on box office. They also make money from sales to TV networks, video tapes, and distribution in other countries." Roberts is very experienced and came to pick up people in advance.
Then there was a traffic jam on the road.
After being stuck in traffic for a long time, we finally arrived at the street where the movie theater is located. Far away, we saw a bunch of dark people crowded there, wondering what they were doing. There was also a news interview truck from the TV station, and a reporter was beeping with a microphone.
"Give way! Give way!"
Roberts opened a channel and called the reporter: "Louise, our Chinese friends are here!" "OK!"
The female reporter, whose blond hair and wavy hair fit perfectly with Chuan Bao's aesthetics, ran over and with a polite smile, she pointed the microphone directly in front of Chen Qi and asked only one question: "Why did you set the little girl to be Japanese?
"
At first glance, it was a routine interview. Chen Qi was too lazy to say anything and said: "Because there are indeed Japanese in Hong Kong!" The reporter was stunned and asked another question: "In the film, you metaphorically expressed the relationship between China and Japan, the relationship between the United States and Japan...
.”
"No no no!"
Chen Qi interrupted her and said: "It's just a thriller. If it is liked by American audiences, it must be an outstanding film."
He pointed to those people and a Japanese car in the middle of the crowd, and said: "Look at the audience at the door. They gathered here precisely because they love "Orphan". I thank them for their sincerity for art. They
It has built a bridge of friendship between China and the United States!”
Fuck!
Reporters have been fighting for a long time, and there are not many people in Hollywood who are so shameless. They tell lies with their eyes open. "Hahaha! Louise, I told you that you can't handle him!" Roberts said happily.
"Indeed, he is different from other Chinese!"
The female reporter shrugged. This was just a small episode in her career. Maybe she would give Chen Qi a few more seconds on TV. She called the photographer and squeezed into the crowd. When everyone saw the reporter coming, they suddenly burst into cheers, knowing that they were going to
here we go.
What are they going to do?" Liu Zhigu wondered
"You have rich experience in dealing with foreign affairs. You can make your own guess." Chen Qidao said. "I'm giving you face, right?"
Liu Zhigu pulled him, stretched his neck and looked over.
The female reporter said something impassioned, which made everyone even more excited. Then two movie theater staff members came out, each holding a large box. Everyone received the tools with their movie tickets.
Hammer! Baseball bat! Axe! Chainsaw!
In order to avoid accidents and the police were there to maintain order, weapons and weapons were looted, and baseball bats were the most disliked. Of course, you can also bring your own props. A white guy brought a folding chair, and someone with nunchucks
, howling like Bruce Lee...
Then, the female reporter took a few steps back to avoid being affected. The photographer stepped forward and aimed the camera.
Someone else blew a whistle, and as soon as the whistle sounded, the crowd rushed forward, waving various props, and began to dismember and destroy the poor Japanese car in all directions. Not only that, but they got out of nowhere.
A group of people marched holding signs, shouting slogans with red faces and thick necks: "Ford is daddy, get out of Japan cars!" "Oh!"
"Get out of the Japanese car!" "This, this!"
Liu Zhigu was stunned and turned to look at Chen Qi.
Chen Qi explained: "Japanese cars are very cheap in the United States, and second-hand cars are even cheaper. Maybe the car dealer gives them for free for advertising, and Roberts and the others don't have to spend a penny." "It is a car after all! How could it be so bad?
?How could it be so bad?!"
There is no need to say much about the status of small cars in the country.
Chapter completed!
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