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Chapter 303 Propaganda by the Unknown

"Sister, does this hurt?"

Han Qiao held Liu Xiaoli's slender jade feet and placed them on her thighs. He pressed the belly of her left finger on the tender soles of her feet, and held half of her snow-white ankles in her right hand, moving gently.

Liu Xiaoli instinctively leaned back, and she collapsed on the sofa. Her legs were tightened, and her fair cheeks were flushed. She was torn stockings in front of her daughter. Liu Xiaoli looked very embarrassed and whispered: "Han Qiao, thank you, I don't feel any pain now."

As he said that, he reached out and pushed Han Qiao, bent down and wanted to wear shoes.

"hiss."

Unexpectedly, when I stood up, my ankle was like a needle prick, my eyebrows were furrowed in pain, and my body staggered.

"Mom." Liu Yifei was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He looked at his empty hands, was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "Han Qiao."

Han Qiao was very innocent. He raised his hands over his head, and Liu Xiaoli threw herself into his arms. The rich perfume was like a peach. Seeing that Liu Yifei was about to explode, the thief shouted to catch the thief: "Xiqi, why are you stunned? Why don't you come up and support me?"

"Oh." Liu Yifei was dizzy and stepped forward to support Liu Xiaoli, worriedly saying, "Mom, are you okay?"

"Mom is fine." Liu Xiaoli curled up big waves, forcing her to calm her mind. As she moved, Han Qiao saw the red ears hidden in her hair.

The two of them helped Liu Xiaoli to the bedroom.

Liu Yifei covered her quilt and looked back and saw Han Qiao, feeling a little embarrassed: "Han Qiao, thank you today. If it weren't for you, my mother and I really don't know what to do today."

"It's so late..."

"I'll stay here for one night so late." Han Qiao waved his head and pretended to be uncomfortable: "If I had known this day, I wouldn't have drunk so much wine."

"no."

Liu Yifei broke out of his mouth.

Liu Xiaoli's face turned pale.

Han Qiao felt aggrieved: "Sister, what do you think?"

"Mom." Liu Yifei turned his back to Han Qiao.

Liu Xiaoli's eyes flashed over her baby daughter. She saw Han Qiao's threatening eyes, her lips were blue and white, and she gritted her teeth, and she vomited in her throat: "Xiqi, it's so late, it's not safe for Han Qiao to go back when she's drunk. Let's do this, arrange a room for her."

"Mom, you're crazy." Liu Yifei was a little confused about her mother's thoughts. It's logical that she hates Han Qiao so much, and it's unreasonable to make such an incredible decision again and again.

Liu Yifei looked annoyed and retorted: "No, Han Qiao is..."

"What is it?" Liu Xiaoli's long wavy hair covered half of her face, her expression was pale, and she said without saying anything: "Han Qiao is your brother, okay, I'm tired, you can take him out."

"Mom!" Liu Yifei shouted.

"Can I call your mother?" Liu Xiaoli was so angry that she pulled the quilt and ignored the two of them.

"Okay." Seeing that it was almost done, Liu Yifei put his little hand behind him and deliberately shouted: "Han Qiao, it was my mother who asked you to stay."

"Yes, yes." Han Qiao wiped the sweat, and was speechless to the mother and daughter. He apologized: "Xixi, please trouble you today. Just give me a room."

"Come with me."

There were many rooms in the villa, and Liu Yifei and Liu Xiaoli were on the second floor. They went down the stairs. Liu Yifei opened the door and looked at the servant's room. The cramped room, the furniture was simple, and there was no quilt on the bed. He hesitated for a moment, turned around and said to Han Qiao, "Let's go upstairs."

In the room upstairs, Liu Yifei opened the door and looked around, and finally chose the bedroom next to Liu Xiaoli: "Han Qiao, this is what my godfather usually lives in. I feel wronged."

"Don't feel wronged." Han Qiao is a gentleman, and she doesn't look straight.

It is estimated that it is rare to get along with boys so late. Liu Yifei is uneasy, her cheeks are flushed, she casually pointed to the drawer of toiletries, and said as if she ran away, her hair shivering: "See you tomorrow."

There was a "bang".

The villa fell into silence.

Han Qiao sat on the bed, calming his mind. What happened today is a god-given opportunity.

Lying on the bed with your hands on your pillow and regaining your energy.

In September, Yanjing was deserted at midnight, and the wind blew at night. The bare branches shaking, making a "huge" sound, and Han Qiao's heart pounded.

As the pendulum outside rang a few times.

Han Qiao turned over and got up, and gently pushed open the door. The second floor of the villa was deserted and quiet, and the dim street lights shone on the pink wooden floor.

Tips off his shoes, Han Qiao gently walked to Liu Xiaoli's bedroom with his head raised and tried to twist the door lock.

There is a chance.

As the door gently opened a crack, Han Qiao observed for a moment, turned around and closed the door.

"Bang."

Bedroom bedside lights illuminate.

Han Qiao was startled, raised his hand, half raised his eyelids with a sleepy eyes, and was about to explain.

Liu Xiaoli was dressed neatly, with big waves hanging on her shoulders, leaning against the bedside table, holding her hands in her chest, a sarcastic smile on her lips, and a cold look on her eyes.

"Sister, you scared me to death." Han Qiao relaxed in an instant.

"Why, you beasts like you also know how to be afraid?" Liu Xiaoli's eyes were cold and she sarcastically said: "You think I don't know your little thoughts."

"So we have a good understanding at least." Han Qiao's face turned dark. Liu Xiaoli was a rouge tiger. She was as hard as a knife. She walked to the bed softly, uncovered the quilt and crawled in.

It's warm in the bed.

He stretched out his hand to lower the brightness of the bedside lamp. Han Qiao hid all over the quilt, resting his head on Liu Xiaoli's soft belly, and said comfortably: "Tell me, what do you want to trade?"

Liu Xiaoli trembled slightly, looking at Han Qiao's sharp side face, resisting the urge to suffocate Han Qiao to death, big waves covered her face, her cheeks with light and darkness, her phoenix eyes pursed, and her lips were as hard as a knife: "Orphan who lacks maternal love."

The plump and warm under his head, soft as clouds, and Han Qiao smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Sister, you will regret it."

"Tell me, you can wait for me so late, I believe it's not just to scold me."

Han Qiao is fearless.

Liu Xiaoli grabbed the soft sheet with her fingers and shone white with her fingers. Her voice was cold: "I want you to swear, I will never have anything to do with Xixi."

"That's it?"

Han Qiao turned his head. From this perspective, Liu Xiaoli's chin was pointed, delicate nose, tight skin, and charming neckline: "Sister, Xixi is just my sister."

“Now, it’s time to talk about the reward.”

"What are you going to do?" Liu Xiaoli's voice trembled. Even though she had seen the strong winds and waves, Han Qiao, the devil, was too shameless and he grabbed his weakness.

Han Qiao's fingers slid off Liu Xiaoli's cheeks. Liu Xiaoli's body was stiff, her red lips lost color. She closed her eyes tightly, her neck line tightened, and she stroked her hair behind her ears. Han Qiao smiled and said, "Sister, you have such a hard mouth, why don't we do an experiment."

"What are you going to do?" Liu Xiaoli gritted her teeth and clenched her fingers tightly. Because of her nervousness, her hair was trembling: "Don't forget, Xixi is next door."

"yes."

"Xixi is next door. Sister, you don't want Xixi to know about our relationship."

Liu Xiaoli's brows were like a knife, her lips tightened and suppressed her voice.

"Sister, don't be nervous. I just want to know why the thirty-seven-degree lips say such cold words."

Han Qiao's fingers stroked Liu Xiaoli's lips.

Soft.

Not hard at all!

………………………………………

"It's early."

"morning."

"Han Qiao, how did you sleep last night?"

Early in the morning, Han Qiao was in good spirits. He did a hundred push-ups, broke another branch, danced his sword skills, sweated heavily, and felt comfortable all over.

Liu Yifei's light blue jeans, white wool sweater, black hair tied into a ponytail, plain face facing the sky, no powder, tender skin, watery, willow leaves brows, rolled up sleeves, a small piece of slim wrist, holding a bowl of clear soup noodles, and fried round eggs spread on the noodles, hot air, and a crisp voice: "Come here for breakfast."

"good."

Han Qiao was carrying noodles, looking at Liu Yifei, who was holding his cheek with bare hands and taking it seriously, looking forward to it very much, pretending to be surprised: "This is not the first time Xixi cooks, right?"

"No."

"real."

"The second time." Liu Yifei was very serious.

“Very rigorous.”

It is worthy of being an interview with mudslide. Han Qiao was speechless and picked up the noodles and tasted them.

"How is it?" Liu Yifei said,

"It's delicious." Han Qiao praised.

"Thank you." Liu Yifei pushed away the chair and said, "You can eat, there is not enough kitchen, so I'll go up and deliver food to my mother."

"Slow down."

Han Qiao wiped his sweat, this was not noodles!

…………………………

September 20th.

Chongqing.

Han Qiao touched the sweat on his forehead and couldn't help but feel irritable. Yanjing was in full bloom, but Chongqing was a steamer, with hot air lingering on the ground. Frogs in the pond were spreading on the stones weakly.

"Is the person here?"

"It's time for Brother Han."

“Have you arranged the accommodation?”

"After the arrangement, they are all five-star hotels, the tourist routes are planned, and local specialties are all ready. The standard is 2,000 per person as required by Brother Han."

"The media has contacted it."

"Contact." The staff trotted to catch up with Han Qiao's pace, and desperately fanned Han Qiao with documents: "The Hongya Cave in YZ District has also been communicated. Three days later, the relevant departments will coordinate the traffic."

"good."

"The leader wants to see you."

Han Qiao has gained a foothold. The staff is the crew assistant of Hengdian Pangu Film and Television. He is in his early twenties, young, but he is very clever and speaks and does things very well. Han Qiao has promoted him to be the director assistant. This position can be said to be the driver of the leader. He has a low position and is very powerful. Han Qiao is serious: "Xiao Wang, I am very optimistic about you, but everyone comes out to have a clear position. How can it be said that the leader wants to meet me? I meet the leader."

"Yes, Brother Han." Xiao Wang's feet were closed together and loudly.

Han Qiao nodded. It was not that he flattered the leader, but that he deliberately kept Xiao Wang by his side. The young man who often contacted the outside world had to be sensible in his words. The disaster came from his mouth, and Han Qiao was the one who took the blame in the end.

The two arrived at the crew door.

A bus far away, as the door opened, a group of people got out of the car with their bags on their backs. Chongqing was hot, and these people were dressed in season nowadays.

"Welcome to you." Han Qiao smiled.

"Thank you, Brother Han."

"Hello Brother Han."

"This is Chongqing."

"The ribs are the fog city." Han Qiao shouted in Chongqing dialect. This group of people are the reporter media team recruited by Han Qiao, as well as many professional film critics and a small number of netizens.

There is nothing we can do about this.

Nowadays, the Internet is said to be developed, but it is actually not developed. In 2003, there were 60 million netizens in China.

and.

Computers are now a real luxury product. Almost all those who can access the Internet are middle-class people, and this part is also a consumer of movies.

Internet marketing.

It is necessary and urgent.

in addition.

The media is now the true uncrowned king. The so-called killing does not require a knife, and the bones in the pen are exhausted.

The crew of "The Unknown" organized a crew tour group for the first time, and made a big splash.

Han Qiao is very kind.

Get off the car.

Several cars drove over. In the past few days, Han Qiao's main task is to let these old men have fun and fill their pockets.

Watching several cars go away.

"Brother Han." A delicate female voice.

Han Qiao turned around and was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Wang Fei had a delicate makeup, a delicate nose bridge, and a small breast: "Can't I come? I'm the annual ace reporter of Light."

"It's not because you have the father of the Light boss."

"Brother Han!" Wang Fei stomped his feet, only she knew how much effort she had put in.

"Okay." Han Qiao pressed the little girl's head: "No one has a good father."

"It's fun this time."

"I have a task." Wang Fei fiddled with the camera, zipped it up, took out the notebook from his pocket, meticulously: "Brother Han, the world is full of thieves and kung fu publicity these days. It is said that your nameless person will definitely fail this time. What do you think?"

"Look at it." Han Qiao waved his hand: "The crew has no internet."

"Brother Han!" Wang Fei shouted.

"Okay." Han Qiao said seriously: "These two movies are indeed very good, but the film market has been getting better and better in recent years. Last year, the total box office of the country was only 1 billion. In 2004, the media predicted that the total box office of the country would be 1.3 billion, which is still too conservative. I think the total box office of the country would be at least 1.5 billion, and I can completely eat three movies during the Spring Festival."

"Brother Han, what are you talking about in the Spring Festival?"

"The Spring Festival period is from February 1 to February 15. In the past half month, the audience will be far more popular than usual."

"Brother Han, the unknown and Kung Fu are both comedy movies, and the themes are similar. The famous film critic Zhou Liming said that you are showing off this time." Wang Fei frowned: "Stephen Chow is a comedy master. What do you think of Zhou Liming's comments?"

"Who is Zhou Liming?" Han Qiao really didn't know.

Wang Fei popular science: "Zhou Liming is a famous film critic in my country. He graduated from the University of Berkeley, California, and has written Chinese and British newspapers all year round. His work, Hollywood Revelation, is the first work in China that misses the operation of American films."

"So excellent." Han Qiao thought for a while: "Stephen Chow is the comedy king, just like the most dazzling sun. The sun has the light of the sun, the stars have the brilliance of the stars, and each has its own glory."

"So Brother Han means that Stephen Chow can't stop the rise of the nameless?"

"Do you want to say that Stephen Chow is not as good as me?" Han Qiao glanced at him and gave him a head break.

"Hehe." Wang Fei touched his forehead.

……………………

"Xiao Wang, go and take the laptop over."

Back to the crew.

Han Qiao's face turned dark. Zhou Liming was a famous film critic. To put it bluntly, he was an opinion leader and the so-called expert. The remarks of such people are very powerful. If the director is not strong enough, he can almost determine the life and death of a movie.

Connect to the Internet with your laptop.

Han Qiao searched for Zhou Liming's speech. At this time, there was no Weibo, but there was a blog. I clicked Zhou Liming's personal homepage, and the number of views was hundreds of thousands of times a day. Internet celebrities, and the top blog is "Han Qiao hits the game of Stephen Chow, when will domestic movies really rise?"

Beautiful and scattered.

"Han Qiao, a non-famous novelist in my country, is a famous young actor. When I open his works, I can't see the ethics of actors. A dedicated actor is a lifelong act, and an undedicated actor is just a game."

"Han Qiao has the hope of becoming a real actor. After all, he can achieve his current achievements before he graduated from elementary school, and he is life. You can say that he became famous by himself, but after all, he has some foundation."

"pity."

"Han Qiao wasted his talent and changed his career to become a director. It was really a big deal. One had not graduated from elementary school, one had never read a director's book, and the other was an amateur, and became a film director. This is not only an insult to the director students who have studied hard for twenty years, but also an insult to the director industry. In detail, there has never been such a ridiculous thing in the United States. The box office of people who are in a lurking movie shows that Chinese audiences have not seen real delicacies. Stephen Chow's movies are such delicacies."

"Han Qiao is very terrible. He chose the same comedy as Stephen Chow and the same little character. With his fame, I believe that the box office of movies will not be low. However, I still have to say that Han Qiao's success proves that there is still a long way to go in the film industry in my country."

Han Qiao's mouse fell, and his comments were all kinds of strange: "Mr. Zhou's insightful opinions are like a director student. Now many students don't have the heart to study anymore. After studying for so many years, what's the use? How many people can really make movies? Han Qiao has never taken a director class for a day, but because he is a well-known actor, he can get a good box office. This is unfair."

"It's so sour. Han Qiao is still a best-selling author. There are many good songs. You are the director who is pretentious. We only care about whether the movie is good or not. Who cares about whoever shoots the movie."

"You can't say that. This is a trampling on the industry's bottom line. Maybe one day someone has a good box office because of the large number of fans and junk movies. This is Han Qiao's crime."

"Stephen Chow will definitely see the Kung Fu, and Han Qiao's nameless people will see the reputation."

"Teacher Zhou is awesome. Now there are dog fans of Han Qiao everywhere on the Internet. He is so incompetent that he screams. Your father Han Qiao is useless except for being handsome."

"I'm so laughing. Do you want to see what you said? Han Qiao is so pitiful except being handsome."

“……………………”

Han Qiao sighed.

No accidental disaster.

Very normal.

What he could not have imagined was that he became Ding Zhen in 2003.

He mocked him for not reading a book.

Another day, Han also goes to Yan University to become an honorary alumni!

I sent a private message to contact Zhou Liming and invited me to attend the premiere of "The Unknown". I don't like to scold you, but I'll give you a chance.

Sacrifice a book, it's just luck

Chinese Entertainment Starting from Journey to the West

The protagonist is reborn, Gao Yuanyuan is a childhood sweetheart and becomes the young actor with the most appearances in Journey to the West.

It is very well written, I read it every day.

(End of this chapter)