Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 248 We Americans don't understand social etiquette!
"What...what are you going to do?" Lu Chuan's expression changed as she shouted when she saw Qi Hui's menacing demeanor.

Because of tension and fear, the voice became shrill.

As someone in the industry, he had naturally heard some rumors about Qi Hui, such as breaking Zhen Zidan's leg and slapping Wu Ershan on set.

He didn't think he could beat Qi Hui.

Behind them, Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and the others watched coldly without saying a word.

Yan Tao did say a few words, telling Qi Hui not to take action, that they were all on the same side and should help each other when traveling.

But the voice was a little soft, and the tone was a little gentle, so it didn't sound like a reprimand.

He certainly didn't like people like Lu Chuan.

However, while they were talking, they had already left the jet bridge and were walking on the way to the baggage claim area inside the airport.

Besides them, many other people also got off the plane and traveled with Qi Hui and the others.

Seeing this, Lu Chuan quickly ran a few steps and joined the other group.

With the help of these foreigners who appeared out of nowhere, they managed to block Qi Hui.

Qi Hui pursed his lips and didn't press the matter further. Could he escape this time, or could he escape it in the future?

There's plenty of time to teach this idiot a lesson.

At the baggage carousel, many people's suitcases were damaged, and their belongings were scattered all over the ground.

Qi Hui and his companions' luggage was intact and there were no problems.

Soon, the group exited the airport and found Kuang Jie, who was already waiting to pick them up.

Lu Chuan was also beside Kuang Jie. The two were talking, and Lu Chuan looked somewhat eager, but Kuang Jie was absent-minded, her eyes scanning around, looking for Qi Hui and the others.

Soon, the two sides met up, and Kuang Jie handed over the newly issued SIM card.

Then the team boarded the hotel's pre-arranged vehicle and headed towards the hotel.

The hotel and other accommodations were arranged by Paramount and the embassy.

Originally, Qi Hui was worried that the Americans might do something underhanded, such as eavesdropping or surveillance.

It sounds like paranoia, but these are all facts.

In a few months, the Prism scandal will break out, and Snowden will go to Hong Kong Island and then seek asylum in Russia.

The world then realized just how crazy, shameless, and utterly unscrupulous the Americans really are.

Their enemies didn't react much; the Americans, after all, are a paradise for dogs and a hell for people. Hanging all those streetlights is just accumulating good karma.

If this were the primordial wilderness, I might even achieve sainthood through merit.

But their allies were quite surprised.

It's one thing to spy on enemies, but what's with spying on allies?
Their response was simply: So what?!
So it's not that Qi Hui has severe persecution complex, but rather that the Americans have done too many bad things.

Let alone Qi Hui, even their own citizens don't trust their federal government. Otherwise, where do you think all those conspiracy theories come from?
Otherwise, why do you think so many people resisted vaccines during the pandemic?
You laugh at rednecks for not understanding vaccines, but rednecks laugh at you for not understanding America!
Getting back to the main point, with the embassy behind him, Qi Hui felt somewhat relieved.

He immediately packed his things, let Jing Tian know he was safe, sent a text message to Xiao Yang, then lay down to sleep and started adjusting to the time difference.

They didn't even have time to edit or post videos.

It's afternoon in Los Angeles, but if you calculate the time, it's early morning in China, the kind of early morning when it's just getting light. He's very sleepy right now.

I'm starting my studies with Paramount tomorrow, and if I don't adjust to the time difference, I'm afraid I'll run into problems tomorrow.

……

The next morning, Qi Hui and his group drove to Paramount's headquarters in Los Angeles.

Unlike what I had imagined, this place was more like an industrial park.

It covers a vast area, covered with greenery, and in the distance are various large factory buildings.

There are also artificial fountains, sculptures, and so on.

Although it doesn't have that gaudy, ostentatious gold color, it is elegant, luxurious, and sophisticated.

A group of foreigners were already waiting for Qi Hui and his companions at the entrance of a guild hall.

This is not the era of monsters and demons that will be rampant in a decade or two later. The people who come out to greet us are all white.

There were men and women, young and old. As soon as Lu Chuan entered this place, she couldn't help but smile, her face, which was over forty years old, had more wrinkles than a woman in her sixties.

"Welcome, very welcome." The middle-aged man in the lead shook hands repeatedly.

First Yan Tao and Kuang Jie, then Lu Chuan.

“I know you.” The middle-aged white man smiled gently. “Your work, ‘Kekexili,’ is excellent. Environmental protection is the responsibility of every citizen of the planet.”

"There aren't many directors as responsible as you anymore."

At this point, the middle-aged white man added, "I really dislike Hollywood right now."

"They're willing to do anything for box office success, making all sorts of special effects blockbusters. Only your environmentalist films will forever be the mainstream of cinematic art!"

Who says foreigners don't understand social etiquette?
Isn't that impressive?
The internet is not isolated between China and other countries, so it's incredibly easy for Americans to find information about Chinese directors; they can find it with ease.

"Your praise is too much!" Lu Chuan grasped his hand, shaking it repeatedly, and said with immense excitement:

“I am very grateful for your recognition, Mr. Lambert. It is the greatest honor of my life to receive your praise!”

The middle-aged white man sensed his excitement and listened to his words, a hint of amusement appearing in his deep-set eyes.

Yan Tao and Qi Hui frowned. Wasn't Lu Chuan being far too humble and obsequious?

But Lu Chuan continued: "I have always longed for Hollywood and America. I have always regarded this place as my dream paradise."

"Being able to come here and learn under your guidance..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his face turned red, he gasped, and was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.

Because Qi Hui grabbed his shoulder and pinched his trapezius muscle hard with his fingers, like an iron clamp.

Lu Chuan's flattering and obsequious words were abruptly cut off by Qi Hui.

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Lambert.” Qi Hui did not let go of Lu Chuan, but instead pulled him along and said with a smile, “My friend here is visiting a foreign country for the first time, and he’s been a little out of line.”

"Do you know? He actually had a very bad experience. He never went to school and knew nothing about the outside world."

"When I first brought him to the city, he even thought cars were pigs covered in metal."

"He saw a black man and thought he was a monster, so he dragged the tin pig and tried to run him over."

"I'm so sorry to have bothered you."

Wu Jing, Guo Fan, and the others suppressed their laughter, and had to admire Qi Hui's ability to lie through his teeth.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Meanwhile, the foreigners opposite them were laughing heartily without any attempt to hide their laughter.

These Americans don't care about social niceties; they just show their true colors.

"Ah... let go!" Lu Chuan could no longer bear it, cried out in pain with a ferocious expression, and began to struggle desperately.

Qi Hui laughed and, not wanting to make things difficult for him, gently pushed him away by pinching his shoulder.

The movements are not large, but the force is applied skillfully.

Lu Chuan, who had long since lost her balance, was pushed to Yan Tao and Kuang Jie's side.

The two, who were prepared, easily supported Lu Chuan without making him look embarrassed.

Lu Chuan trembled with anger and pain, her eyes dark and her teeth clenched as she stared at Qi Hui.

I wish I could eat him alive.

Qi Hui completely ignored the idiot and looked at the middle-aged white man with a smile.

“Hello, Qi.” Lambert chuckled. “I’ve seen you play a soldier; you were very cool.”

"And your fight scenes were really amazing."

Although he praised her verbally, Qi Hui could tell that his tone wasn't as enthusiastic as when he was talking to Lu Chuan.

The two TV series that Qi Hui starred in were inherently unappealing to Americans!

"Hehe..." Qi Hui shook hands but didn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)