Crazy, 500 yuan also dare to make a science fiction blockbuster

After getting into the car, Ye Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

"There should be no interviews now."

Hearing this, Chen Shi and Zhang Wenke showed embarrassment on their faces.

"Well, the French side seems to have learned from the queen, and arranged a banquet for you, as well as a live broadcast all day on the day of the banquet."

Ye Heng felt dizzy for a while. He didn't understand if these people had some kind of illness. He could understand when the awards ceremony was broadcast live.

After all, everyone is looking forward to seeing who wins the award, although for Ye Heng, the winner must be himself.

But at other times, what are you doing live?

Watch yourself eat?I am not eating and broadcasting myself.

Now you want to live broadcast for a whole day?

Why broadcast his whole day? For 24 hours, instead of watching my live broadcast, you can read books and watch movies, isn’t it good?

In 24 hours, I can watch more than 10 movies.

Or do you want to engage in performance art!

"Can you push this live broadcast?"

"I'm afraid this will be difficult. After all, this is what the residents of the entire White Banner State strongly demand, and their government is notoriously afraid of the people."

Chen Shi still remembers the scene when the workers outside went on strike that day, and the police station was completely familiar with it.

In the end, the government gave in and let the workers come back.

This shows how far their government has come.

Just like the common White Flag joke, this is a macaron, a White Flag snack, and this is Macron, the White Flag president, they have one thing in common, which is that they are useless.

Ye Heng could only sigh, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Which country will you go to next?" Ye Heng asked.

Chen Shi opened the itinerary on his phone and took a look, "The Berlin Film Festival in the swastika."

"Don't let them arrange these things, I'm about to throw up." Ye Heng leaned his head on the backrest, his eyes full of despair.

And Chen Shi had no choice but to show a helpless smile, "All right, I'll try my best."

But he can't guarantee that he can stop the swastika country from engaging in these things.

And if you refuse in words, I am afraid it will arouse the other party's resentment.

After all, it has been done in Ying country and Baiqi country, and then it will not be done in your swastika country. It is easy to make people feel that they are fighting against them.

But looking at Ye Heng's current appearance, Chen Shi had no choice but to help Ye Heng as much as possible.

Of course, the success rate is at most 50.00%, and he can't guarantee it.

In the next few days, Ye Heng continued to attend the film festival as usual.

But unlike previous film festivals, the Cannes awards ceremony is still a few days away.

But now that the entire White Flag State knows that he has arrived in Paris, it is basically impossible to get out.

Every day, I can only hang out in the exhibitions of major movies, and every time I enter the venue, I can get a burst of applause.

Even Ye Heng didn't want to hear these applause at all.

Chapter 280 Don't go downstairs

The following days were the same as before, winning awards at the awards ceremony and getting soft hands.

But all of this is meaningless to Ye Heng.

He was getting tired of it all.

He believes that when one day, he recalls his past, this experience is definitely the worst experience.

For the dinner, there was no royal family attending the Baiqi Kingdom.

Because almost all the royal family of the White Flag State stayed in the era of the guillotine.

Several civilians who appeared from nowhere pointed the cameras at Ye Heng's face from time to time.

Ye Heng wanted to dissuade them, but in the end he was blocked by saying, "We do this because we like you".

He could only choose to ignore it all, maintaining an almost numb attitude throughout the dinner.

But there is still an endless stream of people who come to him to take photos and sign autographs.

Cameras have been following him since he left the hotel in the morning.

No one likes to be stared at like this all day and have to force a smile for the camera.

Of course, except for those who broadcast live.

But at least they are willing to do it to some extent, and only for a few hours a day.

As for Ye Heng, who lasted for more than ten hours, I am afraid that there is no one.

When everything was over, Ye Heng bought the plane ticket for that night.

The dinner was completely over at around 1:2, and Ye Heng, Zhang Wenke and others took the [-]:[-] plane directly to the swastika country.

But not long after getting on the plane, Chen Shi looked at Ye Heng helplessly.

"Ye Heng, there seems to be something wrong with the swastika country."

Ye Heng had guessed something when he heard this.

"The Swastika country still hopes to broadcast live."

"After all, the demands of their nationals are more intense."

"And their government seems to have promised the people in advance that if they cancel it directly, they may not be able to step down."

At this time, Ye Heng had an impulse in his heart, ran to the cockpit, hijacked the captain, and asked him to divert and fly back to Longguo.

But Ye Heng knew that such an idea was very immature.

But at the same time, he also knew that if he failed to refuse this time, it might be difficult to refuse in the next few times.

"Forget it." Sighing, Ye Heng didn't speak again.

After this "trip" is over, he probably doesn't want to go abroad, nor does he want to leave the country until he dies.

And just a few hours later, the plane landed at Berlin Airport.

After getting off the plane, Ye Heng saw a familiar figure standing there.

That person was none other than Adrian.

"Hey, Ye Heng, it seems that I have caught up with you."

The moment he saw Adrian, Ye Heng couldn't help being taken aback.

At the beginning, Adrian also went to the country one step ahead of them, but there was no news when he got off the plane.

I didn't see him directly when I went to Baiqi country.

"Adrian? Why did you come so timely this time?"

Ye Heng said with a smile on his face.

And Adrian shrugged.

"I went to Birmingham to do some errands in Yingguo before, and when it was over, you also left."

"So I thought it would be better to go to the swastika country while you are in the white flag country, and finish the work here."

"That way everyone can at least sync once in a while."

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, as long as you're not afraid of being annoyed by those media and reporters."

Hearing Ye Heng's words, both Zhang Wenke and Chen Shi smiled helplessly.

They were also very helpless, the people who invited Ye Heng were various high-level officials and nobles from those countries.

As for Zhang Wenke and Chen Shi, one is the director of the film department and the other is a diplomat.

The two of them were obviously not at the same level as those who invited Ye Heng, so it might be very difficult and troublesome to refuse.

Berlin is still the top hotel with the most luxurious service.

In terms of entertaining Ye Heng, no matter which country they are in, they have indeed done their best.

But maybe because he was used to these gorgeous rooms, Ye Heng didn't care much about them.

To put it bluntly, it is a place to sleep, as long as there is a place to lie down, it should be clean, wouldn't it be fine.

As for the food, Ye Heng doesn't have many requirements, as long as it is not the national dish.

But apart from these things, there is an obvious difference between the people in Berlin and other countries that Ye Heng has been to - they seem to be more "enthusiastic".

Ye Heng never thought that before he got up, a big man kicked the door and rushed in, rushing towards Ye Heng with a pen and paper in his hand.

His mouth was yelling German, which Ye Heng could not understand at all, and his eyes were full of admiration.

But fortunately, before he had time to do anything, several security guards rushed in and pinned him to the ground.

The loud noise immediately aroused Chen Shi in the next room, and he ran over in a hurry without even putting on his clothes.

At this moment, the security guards also pulled the man out, but the man was still yelling something.

"What is he talking about?" Ye Heng looked at the man who was dragged away with a look of lingering fear.

"It seems to be your fan who asked you for an autograph."

Hearing this answer, Ye Heng didn't know what to say.

Maybe from the beginning of filming, he shouldn't show up, and the best way to show up is to wear a cardboard box on his face.

That way, he wouldn't have to face all of this.

But it's too late to regret all this now.

Ye Heng was so sleepy by that man, he got up and planned to go downstairs to have breakfast.

But once downstairs, almost everyone present turned their attention to Ye Heng.

They looked at Ye Heng with surprise in their eyes.

"Is it him? Isn't it?"

"It should be. I've seen it on TV. They look exactly the same."

"I have to find an opportunity to go over and ask for an autograph!"

People kept talking behind Ye Heng's back. Although Ye Heng instructed them to like him, it still made him feel very uncomfortable.

So Ye Heng just took some food casually and brought the food up.

Seeing Ye Heng leave, people couldn't help sighing.

It seems to be a pity that I didn't get to take a photo with Ye Heng, or ask for an autograph or something.

But someone has already started guarding the restaurant.

"Director Ye is in this hotel right now. If he wants to leave, this is definitely the only way to go. I will wait for him here!"

"Smart brother! Then I have to stay here too!"

"I'll be watching too, so I can get an autograph and a group photo when the time comes."

……

In an instant, everyone responded, and immediately dozens of people chose to stay in the restaurant, waiting for Ye Heng's next visit.

Ye Heng hated all of this, but even if he knew, there was nothing he could do.

Sitting there is their freedom, and there is no way to drive them away.

The only way is not to go downstairs.

Chapter 281 The Last Bite