Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 237 Madam, you made the first move.
Tang Wen followed Leo and the French Arts Association to France first.

Then I returned to Beijing from France.

After all, Leo had some kind of mission to complete this time.

There's no reason to go directly to Beijing without ending the exchange.

"Tang, welcome aboard our French Arts Association's private plane."

Leo said with a hint of smugness.

The president and vice president of the art association have terms of office and cannot serve indefinitely.

He has been the secretary-general for many years.

They hold real power.

"It looks like a new model." Tang Wen really didn't know much about airplanes.

"Of course, it was just delivered in July this year. The latest model, A340."

The plane was huge, and he showed Tang Wen around.

I sat down in a seat near the front.

The plane is custom-made, and the front seats are spacious, with two people per row, and the seats can be reclined.

Tang Wen suddenly fell silent, recalling an article he had read in his previous life:
"8 Million Shirts Traded for One Airbus A380"

This is the current reality.

However, he also knew that the country would be able to catch up in just 20 years.

A commotion broke out in the cabin.

He glanced back and said: "Hmm, Xu Song wasn't lying, purple really does have a certain charm."

Sophie Marceau, the French Rose, boarded the plane.

She wore a simple purple shirt on top and high-waisted jeans on the bottom.

"Miss Sophie, there's a window seat here."

"Thank you, no need."

"Let me help you with your luggage."

"I can do it myself."

"..."

The French men, who had been very quiet just moments before and exuded an air of European gentlemanliness, suddenly began to fawn over each other.

The women watched quietly, giving the men cold stares.

"She'll definitely come to me. Excuse me, Tang."

Leo smiled smugly and got up from the seat next to Tang Wen.

I went to sit next to the one in the aisle.

The two seats next door are both empty.

If Sophie Marceau really came to see him, the two could sit side by side.

Tang Wen gave him a disdainful look.

That old man, he's already married and he still thinks about her.

Well, true Parisians don't seem to care about getting married.

No, because of their legal relationship.

These men might find Sophie Marceau even more attractive after she got married.

The French Rose, dealing with all sorts of people along the way, gradually arrived at the front.

She came specifically for Leo.
But it wasn't that she really wanted anything to happen with Leo; it was just that Leo's identity was what it was.

Aside from the association's vice president, who enjoys a special seat at the front, he holds the highest position.

Sitting next to Leo can prevent a lot of unnecessary harassment.

Upon getting closer, they saw Tang Wen.

A hint of surprise flickered in her ocean-colored eyes, and her brows arched slightly.

"Tang, we meet again."

Hello, Sophie.

For some reason, Sophie Marceau greeted Leo but didn't sit down; instead, she stood in front of Tang Wen.

He seemed to be waiting for Tang Wen to make the first move.

Considering the boredom on the plane, having a beautiful woman with me wouldn't be bad.

Tang Wen tentatively asked, "Would you like to sit inside?"

"Thank you, you're such a gentleman."

After she finished speaking, she waited for Tang Wen to come out and then sat in Tang Wen's seat.

After helping her put her suitcase away, Tang Wen sat down next to her.

I glanced at Leo on the other side.

The old French man was no longer as smug as he had been.

Tang Wen laughed and said to him across the aisle, "Hey buddy, why do you look so serious? Why aren't you smiling anymore? Don't you like to smile?"

Leo glared at him, moved to an inner seat, and sullenly looked at the scenery.

The French man behind him craned his neck to look in Tang Wen's direction, seemingly wanting to see what Tang Wen looked like that could make the goddess take the initiative to sit with him.

The plane took off smoothly.

Sophie Marceau pulled a book out of her Hermès Birkin bag: "Don, look at this."

Five people you'll meet in heaven

"I never imagined that someone so young could not only win the Golden Lion Award but also become a bestselling author. The owner of the airport bookstore told me that this book is selling very well and even made it onto the New York Times bestseller list..."

The usually aloof French Rose took the initiative to strike up a conversation with Tang Wen.

Tang Wen smiled and said, "Miss Sophie, I misunderstood you before. I thought you were a rather aloof goddess."

Sophie Marceau was in a good mood: "That's true, but today is an exception."

"An exception today?"

Tang Wen repeated softly, his peach blossom eyes looking into her deep blue eyes, full of affection: "It's such a pity. I thought it was the people I met today who were the exception."

My heart was touched by that look.

Sophie instinctively avoided his gaze, took out a gold-plated fountain pen from her pocket, stuffed it into Tang Wen's hand, and said meaningfully, "Quickly sign this for me, Mr. 'Today'."

Ok?
Master!

As expected of a rose from a romantic country, she really knows how to cast her line and fish.

Mr. "Today"?
Wouldn't an ordinary person be hooked to death by her?

Sophie Marceau's modeling is fantastic.

Tang Wendu couldn't help but smile.

She is a rare woman who fits both Eastern and Western aesthetic standards.

Tang Wenxiu opened the book's title page and wrote the English in cursive script.

Love is one heart meeting another, not one face meeting another.

Seeing his fluent writing, Sophie wanted to praise him for writing so well.

Upon seeing the content, I was taken aback.

This statement was made by Sophie Marceau herself in an interview with Yang Lan ten years later, revealing her views on love.

Seeing it ten years in advance is a shock to one's mind.

"Is this your true view of love?"

No wonder he's a bestselling author.

“Of course, Sophie, you can’t judge a book by its cover,” Tang Wen winked at her.

The French rose smiled.

Tang Wen lowered his head and wrote another sentence:
Yesterday is the past, tomorrow is unknown, but today is a gift, so cherish it!

The original quote comes from the yet-to-be-released film *Kung Fu Panda*.

However, the phrase "needs to be carefully managed" was added by Tang Wen himself.

[A Gift of the Most Beautiful Roses - Tang Wen]

The final signature was in Chinese.

Sophie Marceau took the book, read it carefully, and then chuckled to herself.

I just addressed him as "Mr. Today".

He said that "today" is a day to make the most of.

Handsome and talented, but also very bad.

He's very good at pleasing women.

As a woman in her thirties, Sophie Marceau has seen all kinds of men.

These two inscriptions reveal a strong philosophical atmosphere.

Sophie couldn't help but feel curious about the book.

Those who know her well know that even in casual conversation, she prefers to delve into philosophical or other profound topics.

Tang Wen yawned.

Sophie Marceau: "Don, you can take a nap. I'm sure I'll have a lot of questions for you after I finish reading this book."

Tang Wen smiled and nodded, his eyes full of appreciation: This generation of female celebrities is of high quality, and some of them even like to read.

Ok?
What was my book about again?

I'm just a copyist and a writer, what do I know about "The Five People You Meet in Heaven"?

However, I am indeed a bit sleepy.

We're about to part ways in the next couple of days.

Huang Shengyi drinks coffee, gets massages, takes Liuwei Dihuang Pills every day, and fights desperately.

Although the flowers are tender and cannot withstand the heat.

But the battlefield is not just one place.

She also risked her life.

A desperate, obsessive obsession.

Last night, I almost fainted.

Tang Wen didn't bring the Yellow Saint Cloth with him when he transited through France this time.

He told Lin Zhiling to rest for two days.

Prepare some money for her, buy her some gifts, and arrange for a female bodyguard to escort her back to her country.

The flight from Los Angeles to Paris takes a full ten hours.

Tang Wen fell asleep peacefully.

Sophie sat quietly reading next to him.

One was young and handsome, the other was innocent and beautiful.

They look perfectly matched sitting together.

The French men on the plane felt a lump in their throats.

And that damn guy!
Sophie Marceau was sitting right next to him, and he was actually sleeping!
Damn it, how can you actually sleep?!
If you don't want this opportunity, then give it to us.

Sophie opened "The Five People You Meet in Heaven" and, apart from two bathroom breaks, read it all in one go. The book was less than 100,000 words long, easy to understand, and she read it quickly.

After turning the last page, only half of the flight time had passed.

"Miss Sophie, would you like to have dinner?"

Tang Wen was awakened by the flight attendant's voice.

I stretched and ordered a beef rice bowl for myself.

"I've finished reading it. It's a story full of philosophical insights, absolutely fantastic! No wonder it's so popular in the English-speaking world."

Sophie Marceau also found the experience of sitting next to the original author and reading and exchanging ideas with them quite novel.

She couldn't wait to share her thoughts after reading the book: "The five encounters are like five keys, unlocking the audience's empathy for themes such as family, war, and love..."

"This is the most brilliant book review I've ever heard," Tang Wen praised sincerely.

This French rose really knows how to read!

The two ate and chatted, finding themselves getting along very well.

They started by discussing Tang Wen's novels, then moved on to contemporary literature, and finally revisited their old profession—film.

More than an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Sophie's beautiful eyes sparkled with surprise: Tang Wen's attainments in literature and art are truly remarkable.

What a genius!
Tang Wen was also surprised: How come this French actress has such a large knowledge base?
If it weren't for the extraordinary memories brought by the 90-point spirit...

I'm sure I'll blunder today.

Would you like a drink?

The conversation was interrupted by the flight attendant.

Tang Wen and Sophie exchanged a glance, looked at the flight attendant, and said in unison, "Perrier, thank you."

Ok?
This is purely coincidental.

Sophie likes to drink sparkling mineral water.

The most they can offer on the plane is Perrier water.

Tang Wen thought even more simply: he was flying to Paris, so what else could he drink if not Parisian water?
The flight attendant brought over two green glass bottles of water.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Tang Wen unscrewed a bottle, handed it to Su Fei, and then opened his own bottle.

I touched it casually, and it made a crisp sound.

The two raised their bottles and each took a sip, their tacit understanding evident.

The Frenchman sitting diagonally behind him gritted his teeth: Pretty boy!

What's so interesting about drinking water?

Goddess, don't be fooled by him!

This pretty boy is all looks and no substance!

Eh?
He doesn't seem to be French, does he?
Damn!

How dare they lay a finger on our French roses!

Sophie's trip to the United States was originally intended to see if her film "When Love Becomes a Habit," which she directed and wrote, would have the opportunity to be released in the US.

Tang Wen briefly recalled that she had won the Best Director Award.

Best Director at the Montreal International Film Festival, Canada.

It seems like I received it this year.

This award isn't particularly prestigious, but it's still an award from a Category A film festival.

The two then started talking about her movies.

The movie is about a couple: the woman is unfaithful, and the man is an alcoholic and workaholic...

A story with a distinctly French flavor.

Tang Wen also casually mentioned his new film, "Peacock".

The two films are not in the same league.

Sophie said enviously, "That's a great story."

She debuted at the age of fourteen and has been involved in the entertainment and art circles for many years.

Just by listening to the plot, you know the European judges will love it.

"Thank you. Leo thinks so too. He'll come with me to Beijing, China, to see this movie."

"China, I've been to Shanghai, it's a very beautiful metropolis." Sophie Marceau attended the Shanghai Film Festival.

After she finished speaking, she looked at Tang Wen with her blue eyes.

Blinking, full of hints.

Tang Wen understood perfectly: "Sophie, your understanding of film and your passion for performing arts surpass all the female stars I've ever met. If you have time, I'd like to invite you to Beijing."

Sophie Marceau immediately agreed.

As a top star in the French entertainment industry, she has a lot of free time.

Tang Wen thought for a moment and then said, "On the way back, when we pass through Hong Kong, I can ask someone if your movie can be shown there."

"Really?" Sophie Marceau, a female director who knew exactly what was going on.

Knowing that "When Love Becomes a Habit," based on my own romantic experiences, is very dull, lacks commercial elements, and doesn't conform to the logic of commercial films at all.

During her exchange in the United States, she also met with many cinema managers.

As a result, nobody was willing to release it.

"Pure art films also have a market in Hong Kong."

Tang Wen wasn't making this up; this movie was later shown in Hong Kong.

"Thank you, Tang!"

The Frenchman's romantic side came out, and Sophie, in a moment of excitement, cupped his face and kissed him.

"Ok?"

Tang Wen quickly looked around.

To pick up French roses on a French plane is far too risky.

Sure enough, the balding French man diagonally behind him was giving him a hostile look.

"Tang, you're so cute." Sophie thought he was shy.

A man that handsome and shy is a rare find in France.

In France, it is common for men and women to exchange cheek kisses.

"Cute isn't a word used to describe men."

"Haha, do you have a girlfriend?" Sophie Marceau looked at Tang Wen with great interest.

A certain light shone in his eyes.

Tang Wen thought it looked familiar, and after a few seconds of thought, he remembered:

Gan!
Isn't this the way I usually look at beautiful female celebrities?

This.

Tang Wen was somewhat dazed: It's one thing for domestic female celebrities to seduce me.

Sophie, you're a famous rose in Europe, isn't it inappropriate for you to show yourself like this?

Besides, you're married.

He looked away.

Sophie Marceau followed his gaze, staring intently at him, and smiled, "It seems not."

"Cough, yes, yes, of course there are! There are plenty, both domestically and internationally."

"Hahaha, I don't believe it!"

Tang Wen: Why don't you believe me when I tell you the truth?

Don't you usually go online?
I feel that Tang Wen is different from the men I usually meet.

Sophie became increasingly interested in him, and her gaze became ambiguous.

However, this is on an airplane.

She may have her own ideas, but there's nothing she can do about it.

When I got off the plane, it was the early hours of the morning in France.

As I stepped out of the airport, a light drizzle was falling, and the temperature was a bit low.

The two of them waited with Leo for his car to pick them up.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Sophie shivered.

Tang Wen casually draped his coat over her shoulders.

Sophie turned to look at him, a smile playing on her lips.

Visibility was poor in the light rain.

Unbeknownst to them, a long lens was projected from a van not far away, clearly capturing the interaction between the two.

After getting in the car, we first took Tang Wen back to his hotel.

Upon arriving at the hotel entrance, Sophie also got out of the car, noticing that there were few people on the roadside.

She leaned forward, hugged Tang Wen again, kissed him on the cheek, and then looked down with a smile: "Sweet dreams."

Tang Wen, who had been teased, felt a little helpless as he watched Sophie get into the car.

Miss, no, madam.

You were the one who spoke first.

The next morning, after Tang Wen woke up, he called President Han and told him about how he had managed to get the Secretary-General of the French Artists Association, Leo, to come to Beijing.

Han Sanping, who was taking a nap, sat up in bed: "Can you really invite them?"

"Of course, there's also their goddess, Sophie Marceau."

"Who?!" Old Han's voice rose eight octaves, full of surprise.

Tang Wen immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly offered a heads-up: "Teacher, we two can't talk about the same thing!"

"..." Han Sanping's voice trembled with anger: "Get the hell out of here! Do you think I'm someone else? Are you really going to come?"

"Of course! I'm on good terms with Leo. If you send him an invitation now, we might even be able to organize an exchange meeting..."

"You rascal, why didn't you tell me beforehand? You made things so rushed." Old Han's complaint was tinged with delight.

After all, it concerns work performance.

After hanging up the phone, I had breakfast at the hotel.

Tang Wen keenly noticed that someone was looking at him while reading the newspaper.

Ok?
He quickly finished eating, put on a mask, went downstairs to the front desk, and asked for a few newspapers.

I couldn't wait to open it and take a look.
A photo of Sophie Marceau kissing her own cheek took up the entire front page of the news.

Who is the goddess's new love?!

Damn it!

Tang Wen was a little anxious; he didn't care about the rumors.

But Sophie has a husband. With this news out, she definitely won't be able to go to Beijing. How can Lao Han's exchange meeting still be held?

Leo, an old Frenchman, won't attract any people.

(End of this chapter)