Chinese entertainment starts with Hong Shixian

Chapter 271 There's nothing wrong with actors, but directors have more freedom and possibilities!

Why was Qi Hui chosen to ask this question?

Of course, it's because the other three are directors.

Guo Fan has worked as an advertising director, but he also directed the movie "Love is Not Blind".

Lu Yang, needless to say, is a professionally trained director who co-directed "Painted Skin 2" with Wu Ershan.

Wu Jing is the same; he had already independently directed a film called "Wolf Fang" several years ago.

Although the results weren't great, he could still be considered a director.

Qi Hui, however, was simply an actor.

Why don't you squeeze this soft persimmon?
What are you kneading?
Qi Hui glanced at the reporter, then chuckled: "Why should I, as an actor, need to study directing?"

"This was mainly because a senior figure had chosen him."

"There's nothing wrong with being an actor; it's all about contributing to the country's development."

"But if you can both direct and act, you can take on more responsibility and have a wider range of possibilities while contributing to the project."

The reporter paused for a moment, then picked up the microphone to ask another question.

Qi Hui's words seemed to say everything.
But in reality, Qi Hui didn't answer either of his two questions.

He just spouted a bunch of correct but meaningless platitudes.

"Next," the host from China Film Group said quickly, secretly remembering the reporter and adding him to his blacklist so he would never give him another chance.

Soon, another reporter stood up, this time not to ask Qi Hui, but to ask Wu Jing.

The next reporter asked about Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan was somewhat agitated when facing the reporter.

From the moment he went abroad, he was isolated and bullied by Qi Hui and his gang. It was a truly tragic situation.

Now finally someone is paying attention to him.

He felt like crying!
The reporter looked at Lu Chuan's reddened eyes, somewhat puzzled, but didn't pay much attention, since he was working.

He immediately asked Lu Chuan about her opinion on Hollywood.

Having been suppressed by the iron fist of justice, Lu Chuan naturally became more restrained.

Even though he toned it down, he still spoke highly of Hollywood, expressing admiration and longing in his words.

These words caused the host from China Film Group to frown slightly, clearly displeased.

"Hello, Qi Hui." A reporter suddenly changed his target and approached Qi Hui: "I just heard Director Lu Chuan describe Hollywood, and it really makes one yearn for it."

"I'd like to ask, from an actor's perspective, is Hollywood really that alluring?"

Qi Hui looked at Lu Chuan and slowly said:

"I firmly believe that the purpose of education is to lead one's hometown out of poverty, not to escape a poor hometown."

Lu Chuan was taken aback, then her face darkened.

What did Qi Hui mean by those words? Was he trying to label me a traitor who despises the poor and loves the rich, and who has forgotten his ancestors?
The reporter was also taken aback, not expecting Qi Hui to say that.

Qi Hui continued, "Hollywood is not a good place. It is controlled by a few major film companies, and when outsiders enter, they will unite to resist them."

“It’s controlled by families, capital, and those who depend on capital.”

"The way they distribute their film and television resources is similar to the way AIDS is spread."

"It's easier to build a team and storm into Hollywood with guns than to rely on acting skills or talent to get into Hollywood..."

"Cough cough..." The people from Zhongying quickly coughed to stop Qi Hui from continuing.

But Qi Hui had already finished speaking.

Wu Jing and the other two grinned. Qi Hui was really something, speaking such blunt truths.

"Okay, let's continue, next one..."

"..."

About half an hour later, the press conference ended, and Qi Hui and the others left without hesitation.

But then, his phone beeped. Qi Hui picked it up and saw that it was a hidden message for a rendezvous.

The location is a corner in the southwest of the underground parking lot of China Film Group.

Qi Hui had to avoid surveillance cameras and all pedestrians, and travel there secretly.

Ten minutes later, Qi Hui cautiously arrived at the secret location.

I spotted a familiar Audi.

As the car door opened, Jing Tian, ​​bundled up tightly, was already waiting inside.

Upon seeing Qi Hui, she slowly pulled down her hood and sunglasses, her pretty face filled with surprise.

Qi Hui laughed and scooped her up in his arms.

With a warm, soft body in my arms, the meat inside my belly stirred violently!

"Haha, I miss you so much... Mmm!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jing Tian pounced on him, and Qi Hui's mouth was covered.

Mmm...smells sweet and soft. Qi Hui: "..."

No wonder they asked me to make a secret rendezvous; it really was a rendezvous!
……

In the midst of my busy schedule, I drove home.

Having not seen Jing Tian for so long, Qi Hui has a multi-billion dollar project to discuss with the young heiress.

Of course, he, Qi, had received many favors from the young rich woman, so he did not want to repay her.

He wants to give everything he has to the young rich woman.

"..."

Suppressors, flash hiders, angled muzzle devices, compensators...

As a skilled gun user, which muzzle device would Qi Hui consider the most useful?
The answer is simple: none of the above.

The best muzzle device is actually a large Durex condom.

……

Darkness is coming.

After venting his longing, Qi Hui stared at the ceiling, and in a daze, his gaze seemed to pass through the ceiling and look towards the vast starry sky.

Looking up at the starry sky, one realizes the vastness of the universe and the infinity of time and space.

What are humans? What are Li Dakang and Sha Ruijin? They're nothing but ants, mere specks of dust...

Qi Hui sighed slightly, raised his hand to the bedside table, and felt an urge to light a cigarette.

However, he quickly realized that Jing Tian was here, so how could he smoke?

He immediately loosened his grip, preparing to move it away.

But then, he touched a hard object.

Upon closer inspection, I discovered it was a key, and it looked very familiar.

It looks like the key to the apartment downstairs.

Qi Hui's thoughts returned from the vast starry sky, and his brows furrowed as he looked at the key in his hand.

He had indeed given Jing Tian the key to his house, but... that key was kept in the key bowl by the door.

So here's the question: how did this lonely key to his own house end up in Jing Tian's bedroom?
Qi Hui's gaze was deep and unfathomable as he slowly looked at Jing Tian.

"Hahaha..." Jing Tian shrank back and chuckled dryly, "Honey, I'll go cook. You must be hungry, right..."

As she spoke, she wrapped herself in a summer blanket and prepared to get out of bed.

Although it's already winter in Beijing, the rooms are warm and cozy with heating.

However, before Jing Tian could run away, Qi Hui pulled her back and pinned her to the bed.

"Oh dear..." Jing Tian blushed deeply with embarrassment and struggled incessantly.

Qi Hui pinched the flesh on her face and sneered, "Hmph, so Junior Sister has already rented two rooms and has been waiting for me all this time!"

"No, I didn't!" Jing Tian retorted. "Actually, both houses are mine, I just..."

Before she could finish speaking, she glared at him.

Oh no, I've been tricked into saying those things!
"Ah...so it's my landlady." Qi Hui shifted and adjusted his position.

Then he chuckled softly, "Landlady, why is there no water?"

Jing Tian: "..."

You bad guy, I'll bite you to death!
……

Nighttime, sofa.

Jing Tian nestled in Qi Hui's arms, her chubby face pressed against Qi Hui's stubble, enjoying the long-lost masculinity and strong arms.

She felt something was off about herself; she clearly disliked it, yet she also enjoyed being bullied by Qi Hui.

I've become strange... Jing Tian's pretty face flushed, her little head filled with all sorts of wild thoughts.

Qi Hui pressed the power button on his phone, and it was turning on.

A business deal worth billions is a big deal, so Qi Hui naturally turned off his phone immediately, not giving anyone a chance to disturb him.

Ding dong ding dong~
As soon as the computer was turned on, a series of notification sounds rang out, creating a lively atmosphere.

"What is it?" Jing Tian asked, her voice languid and nasal.

Qi Hui scrolled through the notifications on his phone, then pursed his lips and said:
"The things I said at the previous press conference provoked some people."

"They're criticizing me on Weibo."

"Oh..." Jing Tian lost interest; this wasn't the first or second time Qi Hui had caused such a stir.

"Did netizens speak up for you?"

“They helped,” Qi Hui said. “It wasn’t just netizens; Li Lianjie and Cheng Long also stood up for us.”

"Huh?" Jing Tian tilted her head. What is it?

(End of this chapter)