Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

Ma Lijuan wanted to complain a bit about the clueless brat, but he was in a hurry to leave the airport because he was writing a song for Zhao Si for the opening of the Grand Stage.

Between his teacher's wife and another woman, Xiao Mo decisively chose the former.

Sigh... Can you please not be so sensible?

"Xiao Mo, Xixi looked really upset when she got home. Call her and ask what happened, ask her out for a meal to explain things, and make sure there's no misunderstanding."

Ma Lijuan spoke softly.

"Master's wife, there's nothing between us. Besides, I'm only 18, what's the rush?"

Chen Mo, the little bear, shrugged.

At such a young age, wouldn't it be better to focus on building a career?

love.

It will only slow down my speed in drawing my sword!

"Master's wife is worried! My second aunt's third uncle's neighbor's son is the same age as you, and he already has two children."

Ma Lijuan presented the facts and reasoned with the audience.

Many parents in rural Northeast China are like this: their children drop out of school to work, and they ask around to find them partners before they are even 20 years old.

Marriage certificates can be obtained when one reaches a certain age, but the eldest grandson must be born as soon as possible.

"Oh, Master's wife, I still want to take the college entrance exam next year. The artists in the company can't all be failures, can they? Outsiders always say we're uncultured and bumpkins. I have to get into a good university to show them!"

Chen Mo activated his passive skill.

Acting cute~

He bent down and rested his head on Ma Lijuan's shoulder, turning it around and around.

"You brat, you're the best screenwriter in Cannes now, and you're still acting all cute and innocent with your teacher's wife? Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you!"

Ma Lijuan patted and hit Chen Mo's back.

But suppressing the corners of his mouth is harder than suppressing an AK.

"Even if I win an Oscar, I'll still be my teacher's darling."

"You think you're so great? You're really something else!"

"hey-hey…"

Where did your master go?

"He left as soon as he got home, saying he was going to find Uncle Fan to discuss the script."

"Discuss? Show off! What does Xiao Mo's notebook have to do with him? It's enough for him to brag about!"

"Master's wife, let's not say anything since we see through this."

……

……

evening.

Chen Mo sent a message to Liu Yifei.

"Have you got a meal yet?"

"Ding!"

Liu Yifei glanced at her phone; the contact name read "Dog Man."

Ignore it completely.

Originally, it wasn't this note; it was the very formal "Director Chen." But who told someone to be so inhuman?

If you're not the one to change, who should be?!

If you don't make me happy today, I'll never talk to you again... for at least half a day... three days!

"Sissi, what's wrong? You've been unhappy since you came back from Cannes. Who upset you?"

Liu Xiaoli hugged her precious daughter and asked her in a gentle voice.

"No, Mom, I'm just a little tired."

Liu Yifei fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, her eyes glancing at her phone every now and then.

Why isn't it ringing yet?

Just one message? You have no patience at all!

"You're a piece of my own flesh and blood, don't you know whether you're lying or not? Confess!"

"Oh, Mom, please don't ask anymore, okay?"

"No! Is it because of Chen Mo?!"

Liu Yifei remained silent.

"Sigh... Sisi, tell me in detail. Nana praised him to the skies, but I feel he's immature and even a bit arrogant. He publicly broke ties right after winning the Best Screenplay award at Cannes. He's too carried away."

"No, Mom!" Liu Yifei's body trembled, and she shook her head vigorously. "The Cannes Film Festival chairman admired Chen Mo's talent and proposed to write a script, but the content was a blatant smear against China, which Chen Mo refused. Moreover, Cannes always uses Chinese-language films as runners-up, which Chen Mo couldn't stand. In addition, the jury caused trouble, showing no respect for art and clearly distributing the spoils. That's why Chen Mo broke ties with Cannes. Furthermore, 'Black Coal, Thin Ice' will be preparing for next year's Berlin Film Festival, and Jiang Wen said there's a great chance."

Why are you so agitated?

Liu Xiaoli raised an eyebrow and asked back, looking as if her scheme had succeeded.

"I...I'm just stating the facts."

"Really?"

"Yes...right? Oh, Mom, I'm going to sleep now."

"Wait a minute, is there any news about Chen Mo's next movie?"

"The script has been written. It took 10 nights to complete during the Cannes Film Festival. Teacher Zhao and Director Jiang are very optimistic about it. It should be a co-production between mainland China and Hong Kong."

"Have you read the script?"

"Yes, I was watching him write it."

Are you the female lead?

"No, I'm not suitable."

Liu Yifei shook her head.

Liu Xiaoli was furious at his lack of ambition.

My silly daughter, what time is it now? We can't get any film or television dramas from the mainland, and there's no news from Hong Kong either. If this drags on any longer, it'll really be over.

You're watching Chen Mo write his script, is it really that hard to get the female lead role?

Why aren't you worried at all!

"Phew..." Liu Xiaoli exhaled a breath of stale air, then asked, "Did you two have a fight?"

"We're just ordinary friends."

"So that means there's a conflict. The Liu Laogen Grand Stage opens the day after tomorrow, and many big names in the industry have been invited to attend. Did Teacher Zhao invite you?"

"My aunt asked me to go with her."

"Okay, Mom will stay with you."

"But Mom, I don't want to go there, I want to sleep."

"Silly girl, you should be more careful."

Liu Xiaoli tapped her precious daughter's forehead.

……

……

November 27th, Wednesday.

Pingyang Opera House, Xiaojiang Hutong, Dongcheng District.

Liu Laogen Grand Stage officially opened.

As evening approached, the area in front of the gate was bustling with traffic.

The guests present included representatives from the entire entertainment industry, and even some leaders were invited to attend.

Directors present included Zhang Yimou, Chen Kaige, Jiang Wen, Feng Xiaogang, Wang Jiawei, and others.

Cast: Cheng Long, Ge You, Zeng Zhiwei, Li Yunlong, Liao Fan, Yu Nan, Rong Zuer, Zhou Yun, Zhang Ziyi, Shu Qi, Fan Xuexue, Li Xuexue, Tang Wei, Ning Jing, Liu Yifei, etc.

Singers: Na Ying, etc.

In addition, prominent figures from Beijing's elite circles, as well as Hong Kong's Yang Shoucheng and Jiang Zhiqiang, also attended the event.

People who didn't come in the original timeline gathered together because of Chen Mo.

Zhang Jiahao, Xiao Shenyang, and others were responsible for receiving them.

Chen Mo, the rising star and Cannes award-winning screenwriter, and Zhao's beloved son, naturally joined his mentor in socializing inside the venue.

"Brother Cheng Long, I appreciate it if you could take time out of your busy schedule to come and support us. I'll definitely remember this. We'll have a couple more drinks tonight."

"Brother Benshan, you're too kind. You also took time out of your busy schedule to come and support us at the Bird's Nest charity concert."

"Xiao Mo, come over and meet your Uncle Long."

Zhao Benshan said with a smile.

"Hello, Uncle Long."

Chen Mo greeted him respectfully.

One must never lose manners, no matter the time.

"Okay, okay, Mo Zai, I know you. You became incredibly popular after the Spring Festival Gala. I thought you would just do commercial performances, but I never expected that you would write a script and make a movie, and even win the Best Screenplay award at Cannes. I've been making movies my whole life, and I've never even touched the threshold of the three major European cinemas."

Cheng Long patted Chen Mo on the shoulder, his eyes practically overflowing with admiration.

"It's not that Uncle Jackie can't get into Cannes, but that Cannes is not worthy of Uncle Jackie. Your international influence is the greatest in the world. It's no exaggeration to say that you are a living legend. Only the Oscars can match your achievements."

It's all just mutual flattery in business.

"Haha, I took the recognition of being the best screenwriter at Cannes seriously."

"Uncle Wen knows that I just like to speak the truth."

"I can vouch for you, Xiao Mo is the most honest."

Jiang Wen joined in the small talk.

Afterwards, top industry figures such as Yang Shoucheng, Jiang Zhiqiang, the two Wangs, Zhang Yimou, Chen Kaige, and Feng Xiaogang also gathered around.

Everyone was having a great time, occasionally letting out hearty laughter typical of the wealthy.

"Hahaha, 'The younger generation is truly formidable'? This is nothing! Wait until we eat, and you'll see what 'the younger generation is truly formidable' really means!"

Jiang Wen said calmly.

"What are you talking about, brother? Explain yourself clearly."

Yang Shoucheng pressed for an answer.

Jiang Wen glanced at Zhao Benshan and shook his head. "We can't say, we can't say. We wouldn't dare to overstep our bounds. Our elder brother will tell us himself when the time comes."

"Oh my, even Wen Ye, a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles, has moments of fear?"

Someone made a joke.

"You're absolutely right. Big Brother was already formidable, and now he has this freakishly good disciple. Who would dare to mess with him? You wouldn't believe it, back at the Cannes awards ceremony, Big Brother politely greeted Lou Ye, but that old bastard acted all high and mighty and ignored Big Brother. Guess what happened in the end?"

"What's wrong?"

"I almost went to see the King of Hell because of Xiao Mo's insults, tsk tsk tsk... that guy's words, every single one of them was like a knife to the heart!"

"Tell me more about it!"

Everyone's curiosity was piqued, and Jiang Wen rolled up his sleeves to recreate the scene, adding his own interpretation and using exaggerated expressions and non-linear narrative.

Uncle Wen, those who know, know.

I prefer to add my own unique touch to other people's works.

Rumor has it that when inviting Director Jiang to the set, one must not touch the monitors and must stay at least three meters away from the director's chair.

Otherwise, you will surely be possessed!

A certain college-educated, crybaby dad can relate to this.

The big shots were chatting enthusiastically, and the actors and singers didn't dare to casually join in. They formed small groups of three or five and talked insincerely about their recent situations.

"Sisi, why hasn't your aunt arrived yet?"

Liu Xiaoli was anxious and asked in a low voice.

"Something came up and I'm a little delayed, but I should be there soon."

Liu Yifei glanced at her phone screen, not wanting to go over, or rather, not daring to go over.

Those two people are still here.

On Teacher Zhao's joyous occasion, let's not cause any unpleasantness.

"Well, let's wait a bit longer then."

Even though Liu Xiaoli was anxious, she knew that rushing over would be inappropriate.

At this time.

A beautiful woman with a heart-shaped face, dressed in an evening gown, walked towards the circle of big shots, accompanied by a chubby girl.

at the same time.

The spirited beauty not far away frowned slightly, and followed closely behind with her younger sister, walking quickly, seemingly trying to get ahead of the heart-shaped beauty.

With someone taking the lead, a group of actors and celebrities who were observing gathered around.

Liu Xiaoli saw this and was very anxious.