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Chapter 169 What are you bragging about?

After a while, the car arrived at number 16.

A garden house that is red in color and has two large black iron doors.

After walking in, Lin Zhi's eyes lit up, "There are also fountains and small ponds?"

"Isn't it cheap?"

"It's not much money. The main thing is that I had to spend foreign currency when I bought it!"

Huang Ze walked into the house first, holding the child.

After taking two steps, he couldn't help but show off, so he pushed open the door of one of the rooms.

My eldest brother and his wife looked inside curiously. The room was very simple and seemed to have never been renovated. There were no high-end furniture or anything. It was like a warehouse.

Some were just khaki sacks.

"What's in it?" asked sister-in-law Lin Zhi curiously.

"letter!"

“I put all the letters that fans from all over the world wrote to me here.”

"Now it has filled three whole rooms."

"Wow!" The eldest sister-in-law exclaimed, and then asked a question, "Won't this villa be filled with letters in two years?"

"Wouldn't it be fine to open a new letter-releasing room when the time comes?" Huang Ze had also thought about this problem and had already made plans for it.

This garden house has a good location, but it is a bit small.

Not grand enough!

By 1990, we must move on to a bigger one, preferably one that is measured by acre.

In fact, even the target Huang Ze has been chosen.

Yan Family Garden on Yuyuan Road.

It covers an area of ​​8.5 acres, with a construction area of ​​more than one thousand square meters and a garden of nearly five thousand square meters.

This house has an owner, and the old man is almost ninety years old. The house is still his ancestral property, and the owner may not sell it.

But it’s not a big problem!

If I remember correctly, it will happen this year, and the house will then fall into the hands of his many sons and grandsons.

The problem is coming.

Live there, but no one wants the whole family to live together, and the children are scattered all over the world and have their own careers. It is impossible for them to return to Shanghai just for a house.

If you don't live in it, you'll just leave it empty anyway and you can only let it fall into disrepair. If you don't want it to fall into disrepair, you'll have to spend money every year to repair it.

Selling is obviously the best option.

Won’t there be a chance then?

Huang Ze is determined to win this.

Anyway, no foreigners buy it and people in China don’t have the money to buy it.

In my previous life, it was not until the early 2000s that it was bought by Chen Tianqiao, so I had no competitors!

After I took my eldest brother's family to visit all the houses and settled them in a room on the second floor, we started preparing for the New Year.

Huang Ze still did not attend this year's Spring Festival Gala.

too busy.

I have been as busy as a top in the past six months, and I will continue to be busy after the Chinese New Year.

When he has some free time, Huang Ze really just wants to rest, stay at home and spend the New Year comfortably, sitting in front of the TV and watching them perform on the Spring Festival Gala. Wouldn’t that be great?

……

In Huang Ze's eyes, this year's Spring Festival Gala was just average.

Originally, the song I remembered for this year's Spring Festival Gala should be "Missing" by Mao Aming, the song "Where are you from, my friend..."

But Huang Ze had already reproduced this song in advance.

"Missing You" has already been performed on the Spring Festival Gala.

"It feels like every year is getting worse than the last!" My mom also expressed the same sentiment, "Although last year's song "A Fire in Winter" sung by that Taiwanese guy really caused a stir, I have to say that the song is pretty nice and trendy. This year's song is not up to par after all!"

"Son, sing one."

"Uncle, sing a song." The nephew, who could already speak, also reached out his hand to Huang Ze in a baby voice. "Since everyone is asking so sincerely."

"It's better to sing at home. I don't need to worry about copyright. Then I'll sing an old song from more than ten years ago."

Huang Ze pinched his throat and cleared it, "I like to have warm lights waiting for me when I get home."

“I like to see everyone’s smiling faces when I wake up.”

"I like to work hard for my family and my dreams as soon as I go out..."

“I like a family whose hearts are looking in the same direction.”

As the countdown to the Spring Festival Gala began, the whole family cheered when the host said "Happy New Year".

"..."

The eighth day of the new year.

July 1988, 2 in the Gregorian calendar.

When Huang Ze woke up in the morning, he felt refreshed.

Holding a glass of water and looking at the small garden outside the window, my thoughts drifted to West Berlin. If expected, this year's West Berlin International Film Festival should have ended.

I just don’t know what the final outcome will be.

If I fail to get the Golden Bear like in my previous life, then my butterfly wings would be flapping in the wrong place.

But I'm in a good mood, so I think it should be fine.

The country is large and news comes slowly, so Huang Ze made a phone call to Hong Kong Island.

Let Liu Zhenwei pay attention to this matter.

In a short while, the call came back, "Boss Huang, Golden Bear! The Zhang Yimou you asked about got the Golden Bear."

"I see!"

After hanging up the phone, Huang Ze went to tell his father the news.

"Ok?"

My father raised his eyebrows when he heard the news, a little surprised, "Xi'an Film Studio? The one where you spent half a month?"

"Yes."

"That's amazing!" Dad exclaimed, and suddenly remembered something, "Is Zhang Yimou your classmate in the photography department?"

After Huang Ze nodded in acknowledgment, Dad couldn't help but laugh.

"Two of the top three universities in China both graduated from the Photography Department of Beijing Film Academy, and they shared the same dormitory."

"Hahaha."

"I don't know what to say."

……

In the family building of the Beijing Film Academy teachers, after the news that Zhang Yimou won the Golden Bear reached China, no one knew what to say.

Especially the teachers from the directing department, after meeting the teachers from the photography department, they always feel that they can't stand up straight for some reason.

What do you think is going on?

Two of them graduated from the three major universities, and both of them are from the photography department.

Young people in our directing department, you have to take up your responsibilities. If you continue like this, we might as well just change the photography department into the directing department. Facts have proven that the photography department can produce more talents.

Is it because the director department has more connections? Ordinary people can't get in?
"This is difficult!" The director of the directing department felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.

If the downward trend cannot be reversed soon, won’t this directing department be laughed at in the future?

Everyone couldn't help but pin their hopes on the promising students from the Class of 78, such as Tian Zhuangzhuang and Chen Kai.

At this moment.

Brother Chen Kai also heard the news that Zhang Yimou won the Golden Bear Award, and immediately showed a trace of disdain on his face, "Why are you showing off? You are just a photographer, aren't you?"

After saying that, he went to the toilet.

Hong Huang, who was left in the living room, looked helpless and rolled his eyes.

Is my husband too narrow-minded? How can he say such mean things?

Speechless...

(End of this chapter)