MTL - Hollywood Lover-Chapter 22 Return empty handed?

  Dance-Pop dance music style, enthusiastic and outgoing lively girls, penetrating voice and full appeal, people can't help but want to dance wildly with hot girls and dance together!

Victoria did not let go of her voice to sing, but the unique style of music still attracted the attention of many people. People who were rushing to fly to all over the world slowed down rarely in this cheerful singing and watched in surprise. Victoria, who was only twenty years old and was in the golden age of girls, shook her head following her singing.

  The crowd gathered gradually increased, but Victoria did not have the slightest stage fright in front of the crowd, on the contrary, she was more open-minded, and even completely acted like no one else, just dancing wildly according to her own ideas!

   want, i want, i want, i want,

   What I really want is zigazig (squeaky, the Spice Girls' own word)!

   If you want my future, forget about my past.

   If you want to be with me, you'd better hurry!

Victoria's cheerful dance steps made Zhang Dongcheng couldn't help it. He was not a thin-skinned person either. He held hands with Victoria, imitated her dance steps, and sang along with her. The entire terminal hall burst into applause. , Countless curious people saw this scene, they all smiled and gave warm applause.

   It looks like a couple in love expressing their sweetness.

   At the end of the song, Victoria was so excited that her pretty face was a little red. She hugged Zhang Dongcheng's waist, stood on her toes, and kissed his face again, then blushed and disappeared quickly.

  The pink and hot feeling on his face seemed to carry her temperature, which made Zhang Dongcheng's heart flutter in an instant.

   "HOHO, buddy, I think Victoria is very interesting to you!" Adaman appeared out of nowhere, with the appearance of a top love consultant, shaking his head and saying.

   "Come on buddy, isn't this a normal kiss!" Zhang Dongcheng quickly denied.

"Who said... Oh my god, my God, I have to go to the toilet again, another girl who is interested in you is here, FUCK, I should call my wife to come and see you off!" Adaman just He wanted to start a long story, but suddenly stopped, stared wide-eyed and looked not far away, then sighed and walked to the toilet.

   Zhang Dongcheng looked back, but it was the blonde beauty Halliwell!

  Why, is it true that, as Adaman said, both girls are interested in me? Zhang Dongcheng's heart couldn't help jumping.

"Oh, I just saw you dancing and singing with Victoria. Very good, very good. I think you are not a director, but a singer is also good." Halliwell's tall blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, shaking in the sun With a charming luster, she tilted her head and said with a half-smile.

   "Uh, I'd rather be a more promising job as a director!" Zhang Dongcheng was a little speechless, so he could only rub his head and laugh along with him.

"I wish you success, and everything goes well at the film festival. Well, I'm done talking, and I'm going back." Halliwell's eyes were unclear, but he just threw down these words, Then resolutely turned and left.

  It seemed as if after a full hour or two of driving, I came to the airport just to have a word with Zhang Dongcheng.

  Zhang Dongcheng was a little confused.

  The lively, lovely, considerate Victoria, and the brilliant Halliwell, who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, are they all attracted to me as Adaman said?

  Girls aside, Zhang Dongcheng knew that he was not thinking about it now, he and Adaman boarded the plane, spread their wings, and soon crossed the Strait and arrived in Cannes, France.

  Walking out of the airport, looking at the different scenery in France and Britain, and breathing the different air here, Zhang Dongcheng shouted excitedly: "France, Cannes, Film Festival, I, Zhang Dongcheng, am here!"

   Yes, I'm here, I'm here to change the world!

  Looking for a random youth hostel to stay, Zhang Dongcheng and Adaman hurriedly entered the Cannes Film Festival Convention and Exhibition Center with their film works. Two days later, the film festival was about to open.

"Hello, I am Smith, a student of the London Film School. My teacher, Mr. Hebrew, helped me contact the Cannes Film Festival. Please check it out." Zhang Dongcheng said friendlyly to a staff member of the exhibition center .

  The staff member was a small man with the characteristics of a Frenchman with unreasonable facial features and a tendency to concentrate in the middle. Under a head of unkempt reddish-brown curly hair, a pair of small eyes shone shrewdly.

   "Smith? Are you Japanese?" Bernard was written on the work number plate of this little Frenchman, and Zhang Dongcheng, who was looking towards the east, said with some disdain in his tone.

   "No, I am Chinese." Zhang Dongcheng responded lightly.

   "Hey, in my opinion there is no difference, they are both yellow-skinned." Bernard twisted his mouth, as if he was a little dissatisfied that he received a yellow-skinned director.

   "Please check for me. My work is "Tuner", which exhibition area should I go to?" Zhang Dongcheng was a little inexplicably angry, but he still endured it, and his tone remained respectful, even pleading.

"Wait a minute." Bernard responded rudely, just like the careless waiter in "The Tuner", lazily flipping through the documents in his hand, then looked at the computer, and said disdainfully: "What? Smith, what tuner, we don’t have any information about you.”,

   "What!" Zhang Dongcheng was surprised, how could he not have his own information? Teacher Hebrew had already recommended his film to his friends in the Film Organizing Committee through his relationship, and he also got a positive answer. Why now tell him that there is no information at all?

"Hey, buddy, can you check again? It's not easy for us to come from the UK. This is not a park. We wouldn't come here if we didn't submit the information!" Adaman couldn't help it , stepped forward and shouted to Bernard.

When Bernard saw the black Adaman, he shook his head with disdain, and said loudly: "I'm sorry, without your information, I don't have your information. I can't arrange for you to go to the booth. However, I suggest that you come to the booth as an ordinary audience. It's better to get in as a player, but it costs a few francs."

   "What, do you think we came up with this idea to save money? What's your attitude, kid?" Adaman was a little angry, and black people were more likely to get angry at other people's eyes.

   "Let's go outside and line up for the fans, otherwise I will call the security!" Bernard just pointed his hand out with a mocking look in his eyes.

   "I... FUCKYOU!" Adaman gave a **** viciously.

"Forget it, forget it. Let's contact Teacher Hebrew as soon as possible to find out what's wrong. Why don't we have our materials?" Zhang Dongcheng is already in a hurry. If he can't participate in this film festival, he will Such a long effort will come to naught, and the selfless help and hope of Andy, Orlando, Tom, and the Spice Girls will all be wasted and become meaningless.

   The priority is to figure out what's going on, not to get angry with the little Frenchman here.

  Take out the phone, Zhang Dongcheng hurriedly called Mr. Hebrew, and after Mr. Hebrew learned about it, he was very surprised, and told Zhang Dongcheng to wait patiently, and he would contact his French friend immediately.

   Not long after, Teacher Hebrew called back, but the news he brought was like a bolt from the blue, and Zhang Dongcheng was stunned on the spot!

It turned out that a friend of Mr. Hebrew received a call from him at a banquet, and after agreeing to it, after a while of drinking and drinking, he inexplicably forgot about it, and forgot to help Zhang Dongcheng sign up for the exhibition Nine nights outside the clouds, everything is clean!

  The information that was sent was not recorded at all due to a mistake, which is equivalent to saying that Zhang Dongcheng, an inexperienced director, did not fall down during the filming, but stumbled in the registration process!

   It's over, so this time, just return empty-handed? Zhang Dongcheng's heart was cold, he didn't expect that he was so confident that he would fall down on such a thing.

   What a fleeting time!