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Chapter 1029: Too Bullying (Wansan)

"Believe me!" Suddenly, Chu Qiankun waved his fists and said firmly.

The voice was low and loud, hitting everyone's mind.

Time paused, and everyone stared at Chu Qiankun in a daze. He was shocked by his not a shout, but better than a shout.

"Boss, we believe in you."

"Yes, we firmly believe in you."

Although Liu Xinxin and Xu Zhengbo did not fully understand what to believe in Chu Qiankun, their efforts suddenly became boiling.

As long as it is said by Boss Chu, they must unswervingly support it, regardless of whether it is understood or not, whether it is right or wrong.

In their hearts, as long as Chu Qiankun’s cry is heard, they will support him. As Chu Qiankun’s loyalty, there is no need for conditions or reasons.

Fang Shaohua and Tang Wan, who were a step slower, also took a step forward one step at the same time. They didn't say anything, but this small step was a great support.

Cameron was stunned when he said he was a fan of his life, but why did he suddenly feel so unreal?

These people are all fanatical fans of Chu Qiankun, right? This state is like a brainwashed by Chu Qiankun.

I didn't say anything just now, I just said to believe him. Is it necessary to have such a big reaction?

He also believed that there would be such a day, but at this time, he felt that it would be at least twice as much as Chu Qiankun said.

North America has always been the main ticket office for world movies.

Although the Chinese market has developed well in recent years, its development level and total volume are not as good as the Korean and Eastern markets in Northeast Asia.

However, with China's population base and dividends, he also believes that the Chinese market will one day surpass other countries and regions and catch up with the North American market, to be precise, the US market.

It’s just that at this time, he used a new word he learned, that is, Taoist master and stubborn.

"Chu, I believe you too. I believe that the film market in China has great potential and will definitely shine in the near future."

"James, thank you for your trust. However, I, Greater China, deserve your trust. Your "Avatar" will prove my words, and you will see a rush to the Chinese film market with your own eyes."

"Our Jiecheng Cinemas alone will plan to build about 200 cinemas within three years and become an important participant in the market. You, and Hollywood behind you, will also be the biggest beneficiary of the rise of this market."

"But I don't want you to eat ours, earn ours, and disgust us in the future."

A cold light flashed in Chu Qiankun's eyes. It would be better to prevent some things in advance, some backbone depends on themselves, and some backbone cannot be straightened in their lives if they don't stand straight.

"Chu, what do you mean?" Cameron was a little stunned. Why did his tone suddenly become cold?

Chu Qiankun communicated with him directly in English, so he understood clearly that it was obviously not good!

The others were also shocked and did not understand Chu Qiankun's routine.

"I'm talking too much today, so I'd better get on the bus early and go to Dongzhou early." Chu Qiankun breathed out: "You still have to suffer the jet lag."

Cameron's men had already brought their luggage into the car with the assistance of the special transfer department.

Fortunately, the car space is large enough and the number of cars arranged is enough. Otherwise, the transportation of luggage of these equipment will be a headache.

"Smith, long time no see!" Chu Qiankun replied to Cameron's assistant who was standing next to the second car and waving to him with a smile. Assistant director Smith replied.

Among Cameron's team, Smith is one of Chu Qiankun's familiarity with him, and he simply had a deal.

Although he had betrayed Chu Qiankun's information, Smith was not embarrassed or embarrassed at all, and he waved his hand to Chu Qiankun so warmly.

At this time, from opposite them, a man came over. Junzi and others wanted to stop him, but Chu Qiankun shook his head and stopped him.

When the other party started, he recognized him as a famous pants director in the country.

Chu Qiankun stopped Junzi because the Pants Director not only followed his staff, but also a person holding a camera reporter. He didn't want to be the background card for entertainment news.

While blocking the army, Chu Qiankun stretched out his hand to invite Cameron to get in the car first, and he also put on sunglasses.

After Cameron got in the car, the other party also arrived next to the car, with curious eyes hanging, and kept looking into the car.

If Chu Qiankun hadn't happened to stand at the door and blocked half of the car door, he probably might have caught up with the car and found out.

"Hello, do you have anything to help?" Chu Qiankun's sunglasses were also very exaggerated, almost covering half of his face.

Even if Xu Zhengbo suddenly meets him on the road, he may not recognize him.

"Oh, hello. Do you know me?" The pants director approached and pulled him closer.

"Mine-sweeping, I don't know you. Is there anything you have to do?", it was obviously standard Mandarin, but suddenly I seamlessly switched to the funny version of Cantonese.

"Don't know me?" The focus of the pants director was obviously not on Chu Qiankun's tone, but on the people in the car.

"Well, why, are you very famous?" Chu Qiankun pulled down half of his sunglasses, exposed half of his eyes and looked up and down: "Grand official, rich, or what's the big one?"

"Hmm..." The pants director definitely can't match these things: "Have you never watched the movies directed by me? New Year's films?"

"Oh, oh." Chu Qiankun opened his mouth wide, and when the pants director was excitedly waiting for him to say his name, he pushed his sunglasses: "I don't know!"

The pants director's mouth staggered, his teeth bit the skin of his mouth, and he saw blood.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't know each other. I'll ask you, was the one who got in the car just now? "The pants director licked the blood on his lips and asked a little bloody question.

"Who?" Chu Qiankun stretched his head forward gently.

"Cameron!" The pants director repeated again.

"What is Kame?" Chu Qiankun asked again with his ears sideways.

"Cameron!" The pants director frowned and said patiently.

"What Mellon?" Chu Qiankun continued to ask while touching his hair.

"Cameron!" The pants director became angry a little.

"What's the point?" Chu Qiankun didn't care at all and asked calmly.

"Forget it, I won't ask you anymore." The pants director suppressed his anger and decided not to pay attention to Chu Qiankun anymore. This guy is too good at pretending to be stupid.

"Okay." Chu Qiankun waved his hand, and all the people who were still outside got on the car. Before getting on the car, he smiled and said to the pants director: "Thank you for your cooperation, I have relived the classics."

After saying that, the car door closed, leaving a confused trouser guide, who was in tears, kept waving his hands: "Stop, stop, stop quickly."

Then, all he was left was the roar of the car and exhaust gas, and the exhaust gas of several cars.

The trot chasing the car trousers were sucked a lot, and they kept choking, but in the end they could only stop helplessly.

Although he ran not far, for him who lacked exercise, he ran too fast just now and was a little breathing.

"What a messy line, I even say to relive the classics, I'll spoil your classics." He pressed his hands on his knees, rolled his eyes and looked at the taillights of the car going away, muttering unhappily.

"Director, director, who was that just now?" The assistant and the reporter holding the camera also ran to him.

Both of them felt strange about his behavior.

"Have you taken a photo?" The trouser coach turned his head and stared at the reporter's chest for a while.

The reporter quickly stood up straight and tightened her clothes. In fact, she wore a tight high collar and nothing was exposed.

The trouser director was already so angry that Chu Qiankun was so angry that he was even more angry at this time: "I'm not interested in Xiaolongbao, I'm asking if you have taken any photos."

"Oh, I took a photo, I took several photos." The reporter blushed and felt unhappy. Xiaolongbao was not cheap, right? He actually discriminated against buns.

She is an entertainment reporter and a reporter with a close relationship with the Pants Director. Of course, this refers to cooperation in publicity and entertainment press releases.

The Pants Director came back from another place today and specifically notified her to pick her up at the airport, take some photos, and then prepare some articles to promote a pre-station for a movie that she was preparing to shoot later.

But the two of them had just joined the head and had not started posing to take photos. The trouser director suddenly ran towards this side without saying a word.

Then, I saw a young man with only half a face and said something inexplicable to the trouser director.

With her years of experience as an entertainment journalist, she could hear this conversation was very similar to a line. The reporter's sensitivity made her pick up the camera. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, she would just take a hard shot.

"Okay, just take a photo. Come out and show me quickly." The pants' guide's eyes lit up, and he felt much better and his cough was getting better.

I couldn't wait to see the photos taken by the reporter, but I almost got started.

"Didi!" The horn of the car sounded behind the three of them, and a Psan drove to the side of the three of them with a slam. The window rolled down: "A good dog doesn't block the way, go tight and don't harm people on the road."

Then the accelerator roared, and another rich exhaust gas sprayed out.

"You..." The breath of breathing was unstable, and the breath was breathing like an asthma attack.

The scared assistant quickly touched his back and let him breathe. After a long time, the breath calmed down.

The pants guide breathing is both angry and choked by exhaust.

This was so unlucky that I was actually caught by the exhaust gas today and I ate several meals in a row.

I never dared to stand on the road anymore. One is because I was afraid of being hit by a car, but because I was afraid of being sprayed with feces. Three, he didn't want to eat exhaust gas anymore, and it tasted bad.

The trouser director took the female assistant and the female reporter and quickly moved to a safe place. Then the three of them surrounded the camera and began to view the photos and appreciate the reporter's masterpiece.

"Where are the photos? What about the photos I want? Didn't you say you took a lot of them?" The trouser director asked with an unhappy look on his face.

"Aren't these all? He is wearing such big sunglasses and can't really take a picture of his face. Director, who is this person?"

The reporter quickly took the camera, and it seemed that it was a photo for the trouser manager to show it, but in fact he was afraid that he would throw the camera.

This person has a criminal record, so she had to be more careful.

"How could I know which green onion he is? I asked the foreigner you got on the bus before, have you taken a photo of him??"

The three-pants took seven souls with their souls. Who wants to see this man with shameless sunglasses? What he wants is a foreigner's photo, and he wants to determine if the foreigner is Cameron.

Although he is doing well in the domestic director industry, he cannot leave the country and is nothing after going out.

If he could have some relationship with Cameron and then hype it up, maybe he would have become a bit famous abroad.

He is very good at bundling marketing.

But, hey, I'm so angry that everything is so unhappy: "I can't even take pictures of it."

The reporter was speechless, and it could be blamed on her.

The assistant touched the back of the trouser guide again, and thrust his chest at the same time, and the giant hamburger instantly killed Xiaolongbao.

No matter how depressed the reporter is, he is so bullying.

(Three chapters, tens of thousands a day, begging for all kinds of tickets, monthly tickets, and recommended tickets!)
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