Kang Cheng felt that he might be crazy.

When Wei Xun said he wanted to take them to smash the ground, he agreed directly without any hesitation.

Yes, there is indeed a conflict with Ta Weixun.

But that is in the country, and everyone can fight in the house, and it is not an exaggeration to fight.

Now that you have come to Hollywood and go abroad, no matter who you are, as long as you are a Chinese, it represents the face of a Chinese.

So Kang Cheng felt very frustrated when he saw the special effects of the storm.

He was even more distressed when he was driven out by the storm's employees.

Because of this frustration, Kang Cheng felt a little excited and agreed to accompany Wei Xun to smash the scene.

But what Kang Cheng didn't know was that because of the frustration he showed, Wei Xun began to accept him and was willing to take him to smash the situation.

Because if there are a group of people who can save Chinese movies in the future, then these people will definitely be the youngest filmmakers.

Young means passion and dissatisfaction.

Hollywood, outside the Heaton Hotel.

Wei Xun, Kang Cheng, Bao Qiang, Xiao Xiaoyang and Lin Fan stood in a row.

After a moment of silence, Kang Cheng asked, "Just walk in like this?"

"Otherwise."

Wei Xun asked back: "Or, are you afraid?"

Kang Cheng took a deep breath and said, "What's there to be afraid of? Anyway, if something goes wrong, please explain to the Film Bureau. I hope you can really get the venue back tonight, instead of letting us be with you."

In fact, until now, no one knows how Wei Xun plans to come here tonight.

But they came anyway.

During the learning activity itinerary arranged by the Film Bureau, there was a exchange meeting of young directors from all over the world at the banquet floor of Heaton Hotel tonight.

After showing his identity plate, Wei Xun took Bao Qiang and the other four to the Heaton Hotel.

At this moment, dozens of young directors were chatting and chatting in groups of three or three at the banquet level of Heaton Hotel.

"These Chinese people still want to visit the storm. Look at these poor poor people. Can they afford to pay for special effects?"

In the middle of the banquet, a blond man in his fifties was sitting in his seat and said in an exaggerated and mocking tone: "And the whole Hollywood knows that Mr. Smith Mayer hates Chinese people the most, so they were driven out after only half of the visit."

The old blonde man's name is Baldwin.

Hearing Baldwin's words, the young white men next to him laughed mockingly. Their voices were very loud, which made the people chatting around him frown in disgust.

But because the supporters standing behind Baldwin were Golden Lion and Smith Mayer, no one dared to provoke them.

"I heard that the Chinese who came to attend the exchange meeting this time got Baldwin."

"Poor Chinese, they will definitely be miserable later."

"Don't worry about these things, I don't want to cause trouble."

Everyone was talking in a low voice, and they were paying silence for the Chinese who would arrive later in advance. Of course, they also had the mentality of wanting to watch the show.

At this time, the door of the banquet hall was pushed open.

Wei Xun walked in with Bao Qiang and others.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone realized that the poor ghosts targeted by Baldwin were coming tonight.

“Wow.”

Sure enough, Baldwin sat in his seat and said in a weird tone: "Look, who is here. Friends from China, you didn't accept hospitality in the storm, so are you here planning to fill your stomach?"

Several blonde young men beside Baldwin made undisguised snickers.

Wei Xun drove straight in front of Baldwin under the gaze of everyone and said, "Since we know we haven't eaten, why don't you hurry up and serve something, is this how your waiters at the Seaton Hotel entertain the guests?"

A waiter at Heaton Hotel?

Baldwin's face became very embarrassed when he heard this.

A young white man next to him said, "This is Mr. Baldwin, the big Hollywood director."

“Wow.”

Wei Xun learned his tone and said in surprise: "It turns out to be the famous Mr. Baldwin. I'm so sorry, I don't know him. But if I remember correctly, this is the place where young directors communicate. Why do you appear here? You don't look very young."

There was a burst of laughter coming from all around.

Baldwin stood up from his seat and said with an ugly face: "Where I appear, I don't need to explain it to you. As for you don't know me, it's not surprising that Chinese people are always so ignorant."

"All right."

Wei Xun spread his hands, looked at Kang Cheng on the left, and asked, "So who is Baldwin?"

Kang Cheng kindly reminded: "The director of the bad movie "White Shark" was once rubbed on the ground by your "Wolf Warrior" when it was released in China."

After he finished speaking, the laughter in the banquet hall became even louder.

Everyone knows that "White Shark" is Baldwin's heartache.

I thought that this group of Chinese people would be tossed by Baldwin tonight, but I didn't expect that as soon as they came out, Baldwin's face turned blue.

"Oh, it's you."

Hearing Kang Cheng say this, Wei Xun looked at Baldwin and smiled and said, "It's just a defeated general. What kind of powerful person do I think of as a powerful person."

"It's ridiculous, you dare to say that Mr. Baldwin is your defeated man? As far as I know, the Chinese films have never entered Hollywood and can only paralyze themselves in their own chassis."

Behind Baldwin, a young white director said in a contemptuous tone: "Even if Mr. Baldwin's "White Shark" was not good enough, this film was released all over the world. This is Hollywood, not your China. Haven't you been honest after watching our special effects technology in Storm before?"

Wei Xun was silent for a moment when he heard this and said, "I understand."

Baldwin looked at Wei Xun with a sarcastic look on the side.

I thought I was so backbone, but I didn't expect that I would soften after a few words.

However, the next moment, Wei Xun said, "So what you mean is that the last time I defeated you can't count, right?"

Even though that's what I said, it sounds really annoying!

Baldwin said with an ugly face: "What's the use of talking? In fact, don't talk about the technology of the film industry. Even if it doesn't rely on special effects, what qualifications do you have to show off your mightyness with me here? I don't need to say more about the global box office of "White Shark", but unfortunately, Hollywood's channels and markets will never open to you, the poor Chinese."

"Really, I don't believe it."

Wei Xun put away his smile and said coldly: "Before I came, I checked it online, you will have a movie to be released soon. You think the movies made by Chinese people cannot enter Hollywood, and you think the movies of Chinese people cannot surpass you in the global box office. Since that's the case, let's take a gamble and bet on your next movie."

Baldwin seemed to hear the funnyest joke in the world. He mocked with an exaggerated expression: "Do you think your movie can surpass me at the global box office? In fact, don't surpass me, you can't open up the global movie release channel."

Wei Xun asked, "You just say you dare to gamble."

Baldwin sneered: "Why should I bet with you? Could it be that I won the bet and I have money to get it? If you can take out ten million US dollars, who wouldn't be happy to take a gamble?"

Hearing Baldwin's words, many people around him who watched the fun laughed.

What a joke, I bet once for ten million US dollars. Baldwin was either kicked by a donkey or deliberately humiliated the Chinese.

"Ten million US dollars?"

However, amid the laughter, Wei Xun pulled the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "Yes."

After he finished speaking, the entire banquet hall became quiet.

What is this Chinese saying? He agreed to this bet of ten million US dollars?

Oh my God, is this tm kidding?
Chapter completed!