Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Chapter 109 A Slap

"Beep beep beep————"

"Beep beep beep————"

In Taipei in the afternoon, the sun was gradually setting in the west. Pedestrians hurried along the scorching asphalt road, and every now and then, Taiwanese girls dressed in light clothing would take out their phones to take pictures of the luxury cars on the road.

Inside a Bentley, Ye Chong, dressed in a sky-blue suit, was half-reclining in the back seat, holding a Sprite in his left hand and tapping away on his phone with his right.

[Only I Am Immortal]: Ta-da! JPG image!

[The Rival of 1.3 Billion Young Men]: !!!

Inside the car, Ye Chong was startled by the photo, spilling a lot of Sprite from his left hand.

The photos are unedited pictures of Yifei during her endorsement shoot. In the pictures, she is wearing a white halter-neck dress with orange eyeshadow, and she looks quite cute.

But Ye Chong always felt that she didn't look good in such figure-hugging dresses.

"Beep beep beep————"

[Only I Am Immortal]: What do you mean by that?! Is it ugly??

[The Rival of 1.3 Billion Young Men]: No, it's just that your background isn't very good. Why is it all blue?

[Only I Am Immortal]: Eye drops?

[The Rival of 1.3 Billion Young Men]: Eye Drops?

[Only I Am Immortal]: Yeah, I even have lines! Wait a minute—

"Director Ye, we're almost there."

Ye Chong frowned, looked up and saw that the convoy in front had already entered the parking area.

"Drive slower."

"clear."

Having resolved the minor issue, Ye Chong looked at his phone again.

"Hello~ Motorcycle————"

The phone rang, but it wasn't a QQ notification sound.

Ye Chong opened the text message and saw that it was a multimedia message sent by that girl.

"Hehehe—how stupid!"

It was indeed quite clumsy, considering that 2.5G phones at that time supported sending videos, and QQ on computers could even directly play video calls.

"Hmm—what is this?"

Ye Chong's brows furrowed into a deep V-shape, his face utterly speechless.

The video was blurry, and Yifei's words were barely audible.

"cute----"

Even though it's hard to see clearly, it doesn't diminish the older sister's cuteness.

[The Rival of 1.3 Billion Young Men]: What did you say? I can't hear you.

[Only I Am Immortal]: ? Wasn't this a multimedia message?

[The Rival of 1.3 Billion Young Men]: Can't see clearly.

[Only I Am Immortal]: ————

[Only I Am Immortal]: Are you looking at me? Watch out, you might get an electric shock!

[The Rival of 1.3 Billion Young Men]: I didn't see you? Aren't you in Kyoto?

[Only I Am Immortal]: You idiot!

"Director Ye, we've arrived."

Ye Chong clicked his tongue, turned off his phone, and began packing his things.

The following process is similar to that in Venice, with the only changes being the venue and the ethnic groups involved.

At 5:40, Ye Chong arrived at the Keelung Cultural Center.

The hall was square, the stage was square, but the only difference was that there was no red carpet underfoot, and the interior was much smaller.

"Director Ye!"

A group of people walked towards us; it was Ang Lee and the rest of the jury members.

"Director Ye, Director Ye, we've finally waited for you."

An old man warmly extended his hand, and Ye Chong shook it, his mind rummaging through the information from last night.

"Fellow townsman, huh? No, we're not!"

"Oh my, this looks so familiar!"

"Hahaha—" The old man led the laughter, and the rest of the judges followed suit.

This man is Chen Yaoqi, originally from Sichuan, a master's graduate from Nanzhou University, and he is already in his sixties.

Ye Chong didn't remember any information about this person's past life, but he figured he must have been an honest and upright person.

Today's Golden Horse Awards are not like those of the post-10s Golden Horse Awards, which were full of crooked ideas!

"Come on, let's talk."

Chen Yaoqi pulled Ye Chong away, while the rest of the group went their separate ways to relax and chat.

Ye Chong looked rather grim in the aisle of the first row of the venue.

Ye Chong initially thought this person was there to find connections for his grandson and granddaughter, but unexpectedly—

"Let me introduce you, this is Director Du."

Du Qifeng adjusted his glasses and gave Ye Chong an ugly, fake smile.

Ye Chong tilted his head slightly and tried his best to give him a fake smile.

"This is—"

"Manager Xiang!"

Before he could finish his introduction, Ye Chong reached out and shook hands with Xiang Huaqiang. After shaking his hand, Ye Chong looked at the last person.

"Boss Yang?"

"Oh! Director Ye, you actually know me?"

Boss Yang smiled.

At least the expression Ye Chong saw was a smile.

As for what kind of look was behind the glasses, he couldn't see it, since the lights were too bright!

"Uh—today is—"

Just as Chen Yaoqi was about to speak, Ye Chong raised his hand and patted his shoulder, raising his eyebrows repeatedly: "Tonight's going to be a big party, thank you so much, Chairman!"

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving a group of people with gloomy faces.

"It jumped?"

"Hmph!" Xiang Huaqiang snorted coldly and led Xiang Tai away.

Ye Chong's attitude just now was very clear; he deliberately ignored Xiang Tai, obviously not wanting to deal with him.

After all—who in all of China doesn't know that I love my wife!

Boss Yang glanced at Du Qifeng, then pointed to Chen Musheng in the distance, "I have something to do too, I'll be going now."

Another person has left.

Du Qifeng let out a long breath, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

He turned to look at Chen Yaoqi, whose face was gloomy, and felt increasingly strange.

The previous round was a reconciliation.

Chen acted as a go-between, hoping to reconcile himself with Ye Chong and, incidentally, try to befriend Ye Chong to open up channels in mainland China.

After all, the previous incident in Venice had failed.

Both sides tacitly dismissed it, thinking they could still sit down and talk.

Looking at it now—

He shook his head, then turned and left.

Only Chen Yaoqi's face was still flushed. "Ye Chong just compared the Golden Horse Awards to a party?"

How dare he!

On the other side, Ye Chong said goodbye to the group and then ran into an acquaintance.

"Hey? Two years have passed, you're doing pretty well!"

"Hi!" Chen Bolin scratched his neck, showing a rare hint of shyness. "We were just messing around, Director Ye, please excuse us."

"Why would I laugh at you?" Ye Chong stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, his tone more sincere. "Work hard. The entertainment industry is not an easy path. You have to take one step at a time and build a solid foundation. You must not cross certain red lines."

Chen Bolin nodded shyly: "Understood!"

"Okay—keep it up."

After being delayed by trivial matters, Ye Chong returned to the doorway to find the crew already seated, in the second row from the left.

He had no choice but to walk forward through the last passage on the left.

Unfortunately, just as I reached the fourth row, a group of people walked through the narrow aisle.

The other party stopped in their tracks. The Chen Musheng film crew and the "Kung Fu" film crew standing nearby all stared at this scene, including Boss Yang in the first row, who also turned his head to watch the show.

Ye Chong's face darkened instantly. He turned his head away, not even glancing at the leader.

"Get out of the way!"

"What the hell are you doing here?" The yellow dog lost his temper; it was the first time he'd ever seen someone start cursing right away!

Ye Chong's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly turned his head, tilting his chin up slightly.

"I'll say it once, get out of here!"

The yellow dog pointed a finger at him and said, "You! Young man, don't be so arrogant!"

"Snap—"

With a sharp crack, Ye Chong slapped away the yellow dog's raised finger, drawing even more attention.

In the corridor, Ye Chong slowly narrowed his eyes, and his chilling words reached the ears of everyone around him.

"I never waste my breath. Go ahead and point at me again if you dare!"