Looking at the list of winners in hand, Zhang Jianting and Wang Jing looked at each other.

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

Wang Jing took over the list of winners that had been opened. "In 1988, the 'Best Screenwriter' of the 7th Hong Kong Film Awards was: Zhuo Miaobi, "Cruel Hao"."

A burst of warm applause rang out, very enthusiastic, especially the row of seats in the screenwriter, which was so tragic!

Humans are animals that follow the crowd. When they see others applauding fiercely, they will inexplicably follow them. As a result, the applause has lasted for a long time. In the past, only when the male and female protagonists presented awards, there was such warm applause.

Of course, the audience who watched the live broadcast in front of TV has different reactions.

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

"You two sisters are not going back to the room to sleep quickly, why are you watching TV? Ah Xin will have to work morning shift tomorrow." The mother's complaints came from the room.

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

Sister Li Jiaxin whispered: "Axin, are you sure your Zhuo Yi is Zhuo Miaobi? I heard from the newspaper that Zhuo Miaobi can earn millions in each script. Now he is a millionaire and is preparing to nominate this year's top ten outstanding youth awards for Hong Kong."

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

At this time, the light beam at the venue reached Zhuo Yi's position, and it was empty.

One minute later.

"The one who won the 7th 'Best Screenwriter' was Zhuo Miaobi, "Lame Hao"" Zhang Jianting also shouted, but there was no response below.

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

Wang Jing smiled bitterly: "It seems that Mr. Zhuo can't come anymore, otherwise let someone else take it on his behalf!"

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

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

I saw a fresh and handsome man appearing behind the venue, walking towards Zhuo Yi.

This guy finally arrived.

In an instant, all the shots were aimed at the handsome man and quickly pressed the shutter: "KaKaKa..."

I only took the mirror with satisfaction, it was worth it.

It turned out that it was not just Zhuo Yi who appeared in the venue, but the key was that he was also holding a peerless beauty who was not a person of the world: Chen Yulian.

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

This ambiguous picture makes people think, one is the beautiful woman with a husband, and the other is the new best screenwriter with a talented and promising future.

When the flash light flashed, Chen Yulian's pretty face turned pale and she quickly took back her white jade hand, but it was too late and had been photographed.

What kind of stories did they send out outside?

Everyone was guessing in their hearts.

At this time, Zhuo Yi had already taken Chen Yulian's jade hand and stepped onto the podium. This guy was very proud now. He smiled gracefully along the way under the shining of the light.

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

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

At this time, everyone saw the face of this handsome man clearly. The first feeling was that he was so handsome, so young, and full of energy!

Both the audience on site and the audience in front of the TV were moved by Zhuo Yi's male charm. He said that he didn't feel anything, but he just thought that this man was very charming.

Especially his faint smile, Zhuo Yi's smile was very strange. Unlike Zhou Run's bold smile, it was not the handsome smile of Liang Chaowei, nor was it the handsome smile of Leslie Cheung.

But it is very unique, mysterious, smiling. It is a bit unruly and unruly, with an indescribable charm. In short, it makes people unable to live without their eyes.

Especially some men and women who had just finished watching the premiere of "The Supreme", when they saw Zhuo Yi in front of the TV, they immediately shouted excitedly: "Crab! It's a crab!" Then they squeezed out their parents' backs and watched with relish on the TV.

Zhong Chuhong, who was sitting in the audience, covered her beautiful and red lips, stared at Zhuo Yi in shock, and looked at Zhuo Yi in shock. He unexpectedly, Zhuo Yi is really a screenwriter, and he is also a god-level screenwriter talented in the entertainment industry.

Although Zhuo Yi has suggested that she is a screenwriter in front of her more than once, she doesn't believe this slick guy. Suddenly, she remembered that she was so angry that she worked hard to help him find a job. It turned out that this guy is really not short of money. The entire entertainment industry knows about the wealth of a god-level screenwriter.

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

Wang Zuxian was also shocked. She also recognized Zhuo Yi. Wasn't this man the man who was trampled by him in the theater that day? He planned to apologize to him later? But he disappeared.

"Screenwriter Zhuo, you won the "Best Screenwriter" award in the Academy Awards. I want to ask, why are you late?" Chen Xinjian said. He was a little unhappy about Zhuo Yi's lateness. You look down on our Academy Awards preparation meeting too much, but he was still late to receive the award.

"Oh! There are traffic jams on the road. Don't you send a car to pick us participants? By the way, we just spent two dollars on the bus. Look, will you reimburse me for the preparations for the Golden Horse Awards? I'll take a taxi home later. I don't know if there is any bus ride at the end of the meeting." Zhuo Yi took out two tickets from his pocket and said seriously.

All the audience laughed, and Chen Xinjian also looked at the receipt in Zhuo Yi laughed and cried, "Reimbursement, reimbursement," shook his head helplessly and laughed and cried: "It's over, I'll drive you back, I won't take the bus anymore."

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

Zhuo nodded and made an expression that was certainly OK.

"Well, we know that you are now a role model and idol for the entire Hong Kong screenwriter. Many screenwriters say that it was your appearance that improved the screenwriter's status in the film industry. What do you think about this?" Fat Sister asked the thoughts of many filmmakers.

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

Before he could speak, the row of screenwriter sitting in the audience heard shocking applause.

Zhuo Yi stretched out his right hand handsomely and pressed it down, and it suddenly became quiet. This guy touched his nose and patted the microphone.

Before I started speaking, I had already held the whole audience. This kind of scene control ability is something that others can never learn in their entire lives.

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

Zhuo Yi was really handsome at this moment, so masculine charming.
Chapter completed!