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

Chapter 240 Lost His Mind: "You two are clearly in love!"

"Brother, you're back?"

"Hmm~" Tang Wen used a single word to demonstrate his profound acting skills and express his deep exhaustion.

Fan Xiaopang sat up straight and said with concern, "You sound so tired."

On her computer, there was a photo of Sophie kissing Tang Wen.

"It's okay, we've gained something."

Fan Xiaopang: What kind of effort makes you so tired?
What were the gains?
Tang Wen said in a tired but cheerful tone, "Don't worry, Brother Chen Kai won't affect our movie."

"what?"

Fan Xiaopang imagined many things: "Thank you!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Tang Wen smiled: "Our film will most likely be able to enter the main competition at Cannes next year."

"Really? That's great..."

End the call.

Fan Xiaopang's emotions were in turmoil.

Looking at his handsome face on the computer screen, Sophie Marceau's eyes seemed to be shining.

She suddenly realized that, just as a woman's beauty is an advantage.

Tang Wen's good looks are also a weapon.

Sophie Marceau has been a French goddess for twenty years.

It will definitely have an impact on Cannes.

Therefore, Tang Wen wanted to create an opportunity for the film, and also for himself.

Did Sophie Marceau go to do public relations?

It's true what they say: when you're in the world of martial arts, you're not in control of your own destiny.

Fan Bingbing has experienced hardship and knows that "if you want to be prominent in front of others, you have to suffer in private."

But I feel like I'm a useless piece of trash.

My handsome husband will help me achieve great success in the entertainment industry.
She gritted her teeth, picked up her phone, and sent a text message: "Brother! I will definitely surpass Sophie Marceau someday!"

Tang Wen:

She definitely wasn't referring to the duration, was she?
Tang Wen replied: 【You can do it! I'll be with you until the very end!】

Fan Bingbing looked at it several times, put away her phone, and shouted to her assistant, "I need to work out! I need to get all the dance and vocal lessons arranged for me!"

"Uh, sis, you have a pretty full schedule of commercial performances."

"Then please follow me, teacher." Fan Xiaopang was determined to work hard.

Dong Xuan, who didn't have such grand ambitions, only felt mentally exhausted.

I got home and looked at the empty room.

An immense sense of injustice welled up inside me.

Tears streamed down my face...

One female celebrity after another jumped out, and the online feuds continued endlessly.

There were too many pent-up grievances.

Tang Wen received a call from Tang Wei.

"How does Sophie Marceau taste?"

Tang Wen said weakly, "You should ask her how it tastes."

Tang Weiliu's eyebrows shot up: Good grief, you're not even pretending anymore?
No, he's not in the right state of mind.

Unlike other women, all she encountered were highly physique versions of Tang Wen.

She had seen Tang Wen so exhausted that he would fall asleep as soon as he lay down when she accompanied him to commercial performances.

A few words evoked memories and heartache in Tang Wei.

Taking advantage of the situation, Tang Wen played the victim, asking her to put aside the movie for a while and make time to spend with him.

Tang Wei readily agreed.

Then, before he could call Dong Xuan...

Jia Jingwen called.

"Congratulations to your majesty, congratulations to your majesty."

"What?" A weary voice.

Tang Wen is going to stick to his routine today.

"Uh, that foreign woman is so amazing, she drained you dry." Jia Jingwen was very surprised.

You should know that she, Huo Siyan, and, well, her teacher Yu Feihong.

Even tied together, they wouldn't be a match.

"I'm just tired from work! Cough cough." Tang Wen's pretense almost fell apart.

"Oh, the Saint Cloth must have played a part too. By the way, Jingchu has been waiting. How about I let her go over after you've recovered..."

There is no time to talk today.

However, Tang Wen didn't necessarily have to move Jia Jingwen.

"I've only been without sleep for two days, I'll recover after a couple of days of rest."

"Then tonight?"

As the saying goes, "Thirty is like a wolf."

Consort Jia was almost thirty and had long since fallen in love with Tang Wenshang's feelings.

But Tang Wen didn't let her come; he really wanted to watch the movie "Peacock" again.

We were in a rush to edit this video.

Besides, Dong Xuan is probably feeling unwell right now.

I should try to appease Xuan when I have time.

But Dong Xuan didn't answer the phone after two or three calls.

I called her female bodyguard and found out she had gone home.

I'm feeling really down, I think I'm going to have a good cry.

So Tang Wen returned to the company and went through the finished film.

I returned to my apartment near Beijing Film Academy late at night.

The noise of entering woke Dong Xuan from the sofa.

She cried herself to sleep on the sofa.

Snapped!
The light is on.

The two looked at each other.

Tang Wen's hair was messy, he was carrying several food boxes, and he smelled of smoke.

Even a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of being listless, decadent, or dispir

But the deep weariness in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Dong Xuan had originally planned to ignore him for at least a month, but when she saw him appear in front of her like this, she suddenly panicked.

She had never seen Tang Wen before; he seemed incredibly fragile.

They didn't care about Sophie Marceau anymore.

She stood barefoot on the floor, helped Tang Wen sit down, and asked with concern:
"What's wrong? What happened?"

"fine."

Tang Wen hugged her waist, buried his head in his chest, and took a deep breath.

"Are you hungry? Come eat something with me." Tang Wen's tone was gentle, quite different from usual.

"Okay, don't move, I'll go get the bowls and chopsticks."

Dong Xuan's eyes were filled with heartache.

She was busy, and Tang Wen kept rambling on about how she had been working late into the night for several days, but nothing serious had happened.

"Is someone putting pressure on you?"

"What? No."

"Really, no, I've read all of Chen Kaige's articles."

"Hey, didn't I just bring in a true god from France? We don't need to worry about him anymore."

"That's good." Dong Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly realizing that Tang Wen had also had a tough time.

Why do so many people in the entertainment industry envy me?
Isn't it because he shelters us from the wind and rain?

I had never heard of him having connections in France before.

Could it be Sophie Marceau...?

She set out the food and turned to look at Tang Wen.

Although he was clearly exhausted and listless, the youthful spirit and charm between his brows remained undiminished.

In fact, it has a unique charm.

Dong Xuan blinked: How come you're even more handsome after going out?
There really isn't a male actor in the industry who can compare.

No wonder Sophie Marceau was also tempted!

They seemed to understand Tang Wen's "dilemma".

That night, after the lights were turned off, she said considerately, "If it's really too difficult, then don't care about any awards. We're already number one in the country, so don't put too much pressure on yourself."

"Okay." Tang Wen buried his head in her neck.

Dong Xuan's maternal instincts were aroused, and although she was somewhat tempted, she did not make a request.

He simply held the person quietly in his arms.

In order to avoid being exposed, Tang Wen had no choice but to sleep with Su.

After all, the emotions have been built up to this point.

As a result, when you're trying to sleep at night, you suddenly become wide awake and exhaust yourself.

Even someone as dense as Dong Xuan could sense that something was wrong.

The next morning.

Tang Wen left home, bought some local snacks on the way, and arrived at the Peninsula Hotel, where he knocked on Sophie Marceau's door.

As soon as the door opened, he was grabbed by the neck and pulled into the room.

Warm lips, a passionate kiss.

But there are activities in the morning.

The two of them couldn't really do anything.

With all departments present, Tang Wen couldn't possibly be acting so absurdly.

We visited the Forbidden City in the morning.

The grandeur of the Forbidden City is enough to awe any visitor.

Leo could speak: "It's more magnificent than our Palace of Versailles."

His entourage chimed in in agreement. Sophie Marceau, who was holding hands with Tang Wen, also praised, "Versailles Palace only has a few hundred halls, but this place has tens of thousands of rooms. It's truly remarkable."

The leaders were in high spirits upon hearing their praise.

The foreign guests this time are very good at social etiquette!
During lunch, the foreign affairs staff spoke in hushed tones:

“These French artists are quite different from those I’ve encountered before.”

"Yes, there's absolutely no sense of superiority."

Someone chuckled softly, "All the goddesses have been snatched up by our Chinese men, so what makes them so high and mighty?"

Upon hearing this, the group looked in Tang Wen's direction.

Tang Wen was teaching Sophie Marceau how to use chopsticks, one step at a time.

After being taught for a while, Sophie's first attempt, which she barely managed to learn, was to pick up a shrimp ball for Tang Wen.

Everyone's eyes twitched as they watched.

"A role model for us all!" someone exclaimed sincerely.

Everyone nodded in unison: "Yes, yes."

In the afternoon, before the symposium was held.

Tang Wen made a special trip to find Leo.

We chatted for half an hour, and I told him that among the people who came in the afternoon, there was one I really disliked.

I don't want him to watch my movie...

“Understood, my friend! I will cooperate.” Leo said with a serious expression.

So what if you're a Cannes Palme d'Or winner?
I'm not familiar with him.

To think it could affect Cannes is a gross overestimation of their abilities.

After talking to him, I went out and told Sophie Marceau again.

Then she grabbed me and ate my mouth for half an hour.

Tang Wen already regretted pretending to be an "innocent young man".

But then I thought, if I didn't pretend, things probably wouldn't have progressed so quickly.

If you act like a seasoned player in the dating scene, people will definitely be wary.

Sophie is romantic.

Not a flirtation~
He could only console himself: true hunters always appear as prey.

Don't rush, or you'll scare the hunter away.

Half past two in the afternoon.

People gradually arrived at the conference room.

Chen Kaige also arrived, his eyes were bloodshot.

I received the invitation yesterday and prepared my speech overnight at home.

Speeches are easy to write.

But poetry is not easy to write.

He originally wanted to compose one himself.

Unfortunately, even after pondering it until midnight, I still couldn't come up with anything.

In the end, I could only hastily choose an ancient poem.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are all here. The French artists' delegation will be here in five minutes."

Someone offered a suggestion.

Everyone quickly straightened their clothes.

Chen Kaige looked around and, finding Tang Wen missing, chuckled and couldn't help but comment, "China Film Group does know how to do things! They didn't invite some of the younger directors."

Director Zhang Yimou is standing next to him.

Old Zhang glanced at him, but didn't even smile.

He had inquired before coming and knew that Tang Wen was also there.

Seeing that no one echoed his sentiments, Chen Kaige felt embarrassed.

Five minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Leo and Sophie Marceau led the way into the conference hall.

Sophie attracted 99% of the attention.

Chen Kaige's gaze also followed her: she was still so beautiful.

If only I could have been born in Europe.

He will surely attract her with his talent and stay with her forever...

Ok?
She was holding hands with someone else?
It's Tang Wen!
Chen Kai was both shocked and furious, his face burning with embarrassment.

The words I had just said seemed to have been slapped back at me.

Fortunately, no one cared.

But this made him even more upset.

Amidst thunderous applause.

Everyone took their seats.

What Chen Kaige found even more unacceptable was that Tang Wen sat in the third seat on the French side.

His status is second only to Leo and Sophie Marceau.

And he, the esteemed director Chen, was sitting in the third row, in the middle of the row.

He took a few deep breaths, barely managed to calm himself down, and silently read his speech.

I'm going to make a splash later.

The waiting time is hard to bear.

Especially when the person you dislike on stage is sitting next to the goddess you admire, and they smile at each other from time to time.

We finally got to hear him speak.

Director Chen stood up, buttoned his suit jacket, changed the pace of his speech, and began with a poem:

"...Mr. Leo, I wholeheartedly agree with what you said, Miss Sophie Marceau..."

I would like to dedicate a poem to you both:
Meeting you for the first time felt like meeting an old friend.

The bright moon shines anew across the horizon, and my longing for you is strongest at dawn and dusk…

He explained the meaning of the poem once more, and then asked confidently:

"I wonder if you two would be willing to make me your new friend?"

In this situation, who wouldn't give them face?
If he responds, wouldn't it be easy to say that Director Chen and Sophie hit it off immediately?

He also looked at Tang Wen and Sophie's photos, but he was deliberately trying to disgust Tang Wen.

Translation complete.

Several seconds passed, and neither of them responded.

Director Chen's confidence gradually disappeared.

The translator quickly translated it again.

Neither of them responded, nor did they even smile.

The translator even doubted his 15 years of French proficiency, thinking there was something wrong with him.

He quickly gave the substitute a look, and the substitute flipped through it again.

Leo finally spoke, saying in a cool but polite tone, "Thank you for your comment."

Director Chen was stunned: No, I just started, I haven't finished speaking yet!
You old man, did you stuff donkey hair in your ears?
How am I supposed to continue like this?

He quickly looked at Sophie.

The latter lowered his head and drank his tea, as if the matter had nothing to do with him at all.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

The situation is at a standstill.

Chen Kaige's face flushed red and then turned pale, and his hands holding the speech manuscript were trembling.

how many years?

Since 1994, no, since 1984 when his debut work won the international award—the Silver Leopard Award.

He had never been ignored like this before, no matter the occasion.

Fortunately, there are contingency plans for this situation.

Someone reminded Director Chen to continue speaking quickly.

Chen Kaige could only grit his teeth and continue.

Then, the two guests on stage behaved completely differently from before.

Just now, whenever someone stood up to give a speech, they all stood at attention and nodded repeatedly, showing respect and approval.

Now, Leo's brows are furrowed, and his gaze is scrutinizing.

It's as if to say: What is this person saying?
Sophie Marceau completely ignored him and continued chatting with Tang Wen beside her.

How dare you treat me like this?
I am the only Palme d'Or winner.

Director Chen was in a terrible mood, and he read the script haltingly and incoherently, which was far below his usual standard.

In the end, he even forgot how he sat down.

He spoke like that that even the host was too embarrassed to ask for applause.

I quickly organized my thoughts and swiped past it.

This made Director Chen even angrier.

I felt like everyone was looking at me strangely.

Everyone is targeting me!

He stared at Tang Wen with wide eyes, waiting for this little brat to speak so he could immediately stand up and question him!
Make him lose face too, and let him taste what he just experienced.

Seeing him staring at the stage like a fighting cock, Zhang Yimou was speechless.

Time passed gradually.

Director Chen's eyes bulged so hard they hurt.

As the exchange meeting was about to end, Tang Wen still hadn't spoken.

How could he be willing to do this?
During the final Q&A session, he couldn't hold back any longer. Even though the host didn't call his name, he immediately stood up and launched a tirade against Tang Wen:
"Excuse me, artist sitting in the third seat for the French side, you did not speak at all."

But he whispered to Miss Sophie, "If you have any brilliant ideas, why not share them with everyone now!"

Tang Wen raised an eyebrow in surprise: You must have lost your mind.

A quick glance across the other side revealed that, sure enough, the leaders' faces had darkened.

Tang Wengang was about to get up and fight back.

After Sophie finished listening to the translation, she pressed his hand and stood up on her own:
"Sir, I was the one who spent the entire meeting discussing the collaboration with Director Tang Wen. Because things weren't finalized and time was tight, we only had a brief chat during the meeting. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Seeing Sophie defending Tang Wen so fiercely, Director Chen became even more jealous: "It's fake, impossible, there's definitely no project, it's absolutely made up! You two are clearly being all lovey-dovey, talking about love..."

(End of this chapter)