Rise of the Wasteland

At one in the morning, the night was as cold as water.

It stands to reason that guests attending the film festival need to register one or two days in advance. But Zhou Qingfeng, now the people at the film festival begged him to go, and everything was registered. Now sitting in a taxi, he is chatting with the driver and asking where the right hotel is.

Because it was dark, the light inside the taxi was dim. The driver in the front seat looked at Zhou Qingfeng through the rearview mirror and said, "I have a good hotel to introduce, the service is very good, and the lady is very beautiful."

"I don't want any hotel with good service, as long as it can be close to the festival venue. It would be better if it was cheaper." Zhou Qingfeng said with shame. He didn't have any serious clothes, Feng Wan spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy a suit for him in the provincial capital, and also gave him 20,000 yuan of pocket money. There is no such thing as having such a girlfriend.

The driver listened that Zhou Qingfeng was going to the film festival, and then he saw that he was carrying a brand-name suit, but he was wearing a normal suit. Only when he was a foreign reporter attending the film festival, "Now the hotels near the main venue are full. Now you can only go a little farther and try your luck. "

The main venue of the Modu Film Festival is the Modu Grand Theater, which is the city center. They are all expensive high-end hotels. When I heard that the hotel near the venue had no rooms, Zhou Qingfeng could only ask for a hotel that was a little closer. Just arrived, the front desk clerk replied very warmly: "Sorry, we are full."

"Also full?" Zhou Qingfeng was wearing large sunglasses, dragging the box with one hand, and carrying clothes with one hand. Fengchen ran from Tianyang to Modu, but couldn't stay in the hotel. "All rooms are full?"

This five-star hotel is luxuriously decorated, and the night shift staff is very good, but she can't solve the problem of the guest room. "Now it's a film festival, so many people come to see stars, and there are various reporters or whatever. Unless There are reservations, otherwise we can only say sorry. "

Alas ... Zhou Qingfeng can only come out of the hotel again. The place where he is is out of the city center, but he didn't expect that there would still be no room. It would be even more late at night, and he had nowhere to go if he was unfamiliar with life.

It didn't take long to stand at the door of this hotel and another taxi came. A young girl got off the car and hurried into the hotel with her suitcase. It didn't take long for her to stand outside the hotel like Zhou Qingfeng and sigh. Both people couldn't find a place to carry their luggage. Only you looked at me and I looked at you.

"Hello! Are you an actor?" The girl asked hello.

Zhou Qingfeng looked down at himself and asked, "Where do I look like an actor?"

"The young man who came to Modu at this time, dragging his suitcase and carrying a high-end suit, isn't it just the little actor who wants to grab the red carpet tomorrow?" The girl said pitifully, and didn't know she was mocking Zhou Qingfeng. Still mocking myself. She stretched out her hand. "Meet me, my name is Ma Li, a third-rate reporter from a third-rate fashion magazine. Nothing is better than you."

"Uh ... hello." Zhou Qingfeng didn't introduce himself, just asked: "Do you know where else can I stay?"

At this time, Zhou Qingfeng didn't consider the distance, just stayed. But Ma Li chuckled and said, "I've run a dozen hotels, both high-end and low-end. I can stay in a high-end hotel for one night, and I didn't find any room. This time is not a reservation. Disaster! "

Ma Li is tall and she also wears sunglasses, which is not very beautiful, but she is a self-taught temper in the journalist industry. When they did n’t know what to do, the front desk clerk of the hotel suddenly ran out and shouted, “Sir, ma'am, we just had a scheduled guest who could n’t say, there is a double room now, whoever of you want to live in of?"

"I!" Ma Li was still in love with Zhou Qingfeng, but when she heard that there was a room, she ran faster than the rabbit. Just Zhou Qingfeng watched her rush in, and then came out frustrated a moment later and said, "Hey! Aren't you nowhere to go? How about we share a double room? But I warn you, don't think I fancy you , I just want to save some money. "

In fact, with Zhou Qingfeng's constitution, she can not sleep for several days in a row. But it's okay not to sleep, it's too stupid to stand on the street carrying suitcases and clothes, and now I can only live with the female reporter in front of me when I have nowhere to go.

"Okay, I'm fine." Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and agreed.

Click ...!

Upon hearing Zhou Qingfeng's agreement, Ma Li's camera flashed suddenly. He asked in amazement: "What are you doing?"

"Take a picture, I'm going to post it on Weibo. If you have anything wrong with me, you can't escape it. By the way, take out your ID card, and I'll take a picture as evidence."

"Don't think about it." Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to trouble himself, he would never take out his ID card.

"You ..., no gentleman at all." Ma Li complained dissatisfied. But she ran out to find Zhou Qingfeng, she was really out of money, and she could n’t even finish the interview with the film festival without a word.

After a stalemate, Ma Li had to compromise, and the two were admitted to the hotel. During the check-in process, she has been secretly taking pictures of Zhou Qingfeng and then uploading Weibo. It can be seen that this girl is very courageous, but very scheming, not reckless.

The double room in the five-star hotel is still good. Zhou Qingfeng takes a bath and rests. And little reporter Ma Li is still playing with her camera and calling from time to time. She is constantly trying to find ways to contact the agents of various celebrities, asking for some time to interview or something.

It's just that the little reporter has been dating for a long time, and no one cares about her at all.

"Hell, these dogs are looking at low-level garbage. Some people say that our magazine is too famous ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I was interviewed to reduce their worth." Ma Liqi was dying, and she couldn't help falling off her cell phone.

After just getting angry, the young reporter shouted frantically: "I did not get the interview opportunity, but no one was willing to admire his face. These stars are snobbish, even if let me interview for five minutes! I ’m only allowed to take a few photos and make a difference. ”⑧ ± 妙 (. *) 笔 ⑧ ± 阁 ⑧ ±, o

Seeing Ma Li's anger, Zhou Qingfeng sat and laughed side by side. The girl gave a fierce glance and cursed: "Smile, smile, what's so funny? You are just a little actor who wants to slap the red carpet, what qualifications are there to laugh? I?

I think you are afraid that even the Magic Theater will not be close tomorrow. I heard that the security there has suddenly been strengthened several times. Except for certified media and film and television practitioners, other people are simply not close. "

"Really? It sounds really a headache." Zhou Qingfeng didn't care, he thought it should not be difficult to enter the venue with his own ability.

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng wasn't hit in the slightest, Ma Li herself was even more frustrated. "God! I'm dead, it's really dead now, but I'm sure I can complete this interview with the editor. But now I've never met a star.

God, please send me a star to interview me, okay? Even third-rate stars can! If I can't submit the manuscript for the opening of the film festival tomorrow, I will be fired. "

"Hahaha ..." Seeing Ma Li's weird look, Zhou Qingfeng Le's stomach hurt.

Ma Li was stubborn, "Dead metamorphosis, how do you laugh? After wearing a bath, you still wear big sunglasses. Now you and I are the only ones in the room. Who's afraid you won't recognize you? Really, the big stars haven't met I met a man who pretended to be a big star, and my life was really hard! "