"After all, there is the Kang family behind Gao Dasong and others, and the Kang family has a great influence in the United States."

Zhao Gangliang comforted Missile Zhang while comforting himself.

Although there were more than 40 tonight, in the eyes of Zhao Gangliang and Zhang Missile, there were too few.

Because the number of votes held by these more than 40 has no effect on the selection of the entire award.

Of course, the key to the depression of Zhao Gangliang and Zhang Missile was that Gao Dasong and others had gone to more than 70 places, and only more than 40 places were here, which was nearly half the difference.

"If Mr. Leonardo can come tonight, more people will probably come." Missile Zhang said.

"If he was the only one who came, the weight would not be enough to suppress everyone." Zhao Gang-ling said, "Only when Thomson and Mr. Leonardo appeared together, it would be considered to be truly worthwhile. There would definitely be many talents coming here, and it was not just like today who came here to make soy sauce."

"You can also tell that it's a so-called "Missue Zhang said helplessly.

"certainly."

Zhao Gangliang said with a smile, "These people basically went to Kang Zhihua's banquet last night. They are the kind of people who make soy sauce everywhere. If we can't calm them down, it will be difficult to get the tickets they have. You don't have to mind too much. Today is just the first day, and there is still half a month left. I have asked someone to arrange these people who make soy sauce, even if they make soy sauce, we will supply them every day, fun, delicious and delicious, and how to corruption happens."

"Corruption must be the most proficient in our Chinese people." Missile Zhang nodded.

"I'll go, don't belittle yourself." Zhao Gangliang patted Zhang missile's head and said, "We are in the capitalist territory. We must always maintain our socialist superiority, do you know."

"I know, I know."

The next day, Zhao Gangqing still held a banquet to entertain the jury. There were more people here this time, with more than fifty people. Of course, the banquet set up by Zhao Gangqing this time was different from last night. Last night, they drank and chatted. Today, Zhao Gangqing made a movie show, where a group of people gathered in the same place to watch the movie "Slaying Dragon". After watching it, they drank and chatted with girls and talked about the things in the movie.

Although lobbying is a well-known thing, some things need to be done with a rough face and cannot be too fruitful. After all, the Oscars are still playing high-end things, and there is still a difference between them and the village chief elections and other things.

The next night, Zhao Gang-ling had just returned to the Roosevelt Hotel from the banquet hotel when he received a call from Chu Wanbai.

"You're here in the United States, too."

Although Zhao Gangliang's tone looked surprised, he had a playful smile on his face.

"Well, I'm here in the United States. I heard that the Oscars are about to begin. I came over to have fun when I was bored. I went out to have a gathering with my friends in the evening and now I'm out for coffee. I heard you say you're here too, should you come here together?" Chu Wanbai said, her voice seemed a little drunk.

"You've drunk." Zhao Gang-ling asked.

"I drank a little, so I came to sober up with a cup of coffee." Chu Wanbai said.

"Women should not drink any alcohol at night, especially when they are in other places." Zhao Gangliang said with concern, "Where are you, I'll go find you."

“I’m at Starbucks on XX Avenue.”

"Okay, go."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Fenger, who was sitting next to Zhao Gangling, pouted and said, "Dear, I'm going out again."

"It's okay, no hurry."

Zhao Gang smiled and pushed Lin Feng'er down on the bed, saying, "It's cold, let her wait."

More than half an hour later, Zhao Gang-rye put on his clothes and walked out of Lin Fenger's room, then went downstairs to take a taxi and left the hotel.

"You mean, Zhao Gang-ling spends the night in Lin Feng'er's room every night."

John frowned at the Hollywood police station.

"Yes, this is the picture coming from the camera. In order to worry about the signal being captured, we set up a screen to transmit every hour. No matter which picture, there is Zhao Gangling." The subordinate reported.

"Is he really just here for the Oscar?" John's face was in amazement.

He knew that he was the worst in Japan. With Zhao Gang-ling's vengeful personality, he came to the United States and it was really hard for John to doubt whether he planned to attack him.

Although John was unwilling to believe that Zhao Gang-ling would risk offending the US government to be detrimental to him, he was not sure that Zhao Gang-ling's head would be broken.

At that time, with Zhao Gangling's SSS-level combat effectiveness, unless he has been hiding at the Interpol headquarters, he will not be able to prevent Zhao Gangling at all.

If possible, John really wanted to stay in the Interpol headquarters, but he had no choice but to do so. The security of Oscars was handled by Interpol in cooperation with the local police in California. Even if he was responsible for it, John didn't have to come. However, because he had received some information that someone might have to create terrorist attacks on the Oscar day, the organization asked John to come over to take charge of the overall situation.

John had to come.

This is what makes John the most fucking.

Of course, if you can capture some terrorists or something, it would be nothing, and it would be a reward. However, since you came to Hollywood, you have not even seen the terrorists.

"Sir, Zhao Gang-ling has gone out."

His subordinate suddenly said.

"Go out and follow him where he is going," John said immediately.

"yes."

A few minutes later.

"Sir, Zhao Gang-ling met a woman in Starbucks." The subordinate reported.

"woman."

John frowned, "It's a beauty."

“Yes, pretty beautiful.”

"I'm not really here to come to the United States to pick up girls." John became even more surprised.

Starbucks on XX Street.

Zhao Gang-rye sat in front of Chu Wanbai and said embarrassedly, "I couldn't get a taxi when I came just now, so I'm sorry to be late."

"fine."

Chu Wanbai said calmly, "What do you want to drink? I'll treat you."

"Whatever."

Chu Wanbai ordered a cup of coffee for Zhao Gangliang, and then started chatting with Zhao Gangliang.

Slowly, under the leadership of Chu Wanbai, the chat direction between Zhao Gang-liang and Chu Wanbai was transferred to Chu Wanbai's life experience.

Chu Wanbai, who had a miserable childhood, appeared in front of Zhao Gangliang after passing Chu Wanbai's mouth.
Chapter completed!