Whose Little Eyes Haven't Seen the Actor Yet

Jiang Zicheng felt that his head was about to explode. He thought about it, but he couldn't figure out why the future he saw twice was completely opposite.

The first time he saw himself kneeling between Mr. Xie's legs wronged and wronged, he believed that he was a poor wretch who was bullied and squeezed, which made him walk around Xie Beiwang every time afterwards.

This time, he saw Xie Beiwang being pushed down, humiliated, and bullied, and he himself transformed into a high-ranking benefactor!And judging from the picture, is he attacking Jiangzi City?

Which of these two contradictory futures is real?

This was the first time Jiang Zicheng encountered such a situation.

There is another thing that Jiang Zicheng is very concerned about: after his ability is activated, he can see the other party's "things that he cares about most at the time" - and these two times, Jiang Zicheng's figure appeared in Xie Beiwang's "future".

This shows that "Jiangzi City" is the "most important thing" in Xie Beiwang's heart.

If this matter falls on someone else, the person involved will definitely be shy and timid.

But Jiang Zicheng didn't feel moved at all.

He thought of the "Biography of Xie Chang'an" under his pillow and "Xie Beiwang: The Legend of Sirius" which the author was still writing, and cursed in his stomach: "As expected of a father and son, they are thinking about it all day long." Innocent little star with unspoken rules.

Xie Beiwang, who was inexplicably stared at by Jiang Zicheng: "...?"

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On the night of the awards ceremony, the organizers of the film festival held an "afterparty" for all shortlisted films, and they could come to participate regardless of whether they won the award or not.The banquet was held in a side hall of the movie palace, and there was no need to dress up to attend, and the party style was relatively relaxed.

The crew of "Full House" was the biggest winner this year. Jiang Zicheng and Uncle Cai stepped into the venue beamingly, and were soon surrounded by the crowd who came up to chat.

Jiang Zicheng is good at socializing, and he is like a fish in water on this kind of occasion. At first, Brother Hu was worried that he would not show himself, but he didn't expect him to blend into the group in just a few minutes.

Jiang Zicheng's English is not bad, but when he encounters someone whose accent is so heavy that he can't understand, he will use the "silly smile" method, nodding and saying "yeah... sure... well... ithinkso..." It actually made him scare a lot of people.

But for some reason, he always felt that there was a faint line of sight falling on him, as if a wild beast was hiding in the grass behind him, ready to ambush at any time.However, he searched around the party, but couldn't find the owner of the line of sight. He could only attribute that weird feeling to his being too sensitive.

After drinking a few glasses of wine and adding dozens of friends on Instagram, Jiang Zicheng squeezed out of the crowd in a dizzy way, and found a small corner by the window to get some air.

Suddenly, there was a gust of fragrant wind from the side, followed by a familiar female voice.

"Jiang Zicheng, so you are hiding here quietly?"

Jiang Zicheng was like Xie Dabai whose tail was being pulled, and turned around in fright. He looked at Xie Yingying who appeared behind him in surprise, and stammered, "Miss Xie, why are you here?"

Miss Xie blinked and asked inexplicably, "Why can't I be here?...Ah, you don't think that only crew members can attend this party, do you?"

She raised her finger to the side of the side hall, and Jiang Zicheng realized that there was an inconspicuous small staircase leading directly to the second floor.And on the second floor, there is a small all-glass room surrounded by a long sofa, and several figures are sitting on the sofa.

Although Jiang Zicheng was far away from the small glass room, he clearly felt a line of sight wrapping around him——

Damn, it really is that unscrupulous Xie Beiwang!

Beside the glass window, Xie Beiwang stood there alone with one hand in his pocket.From the moment Jiang Zicheng stepped into the banquet hall, the man's gaze has been glued to his body, watching the young man harvest countless hearts with that overly bright smiling face.

Seeing Jiang Zicheng looking up, Xie Beiwang looked at him and raised the wine glass in his hand, and then drank it down in one gulp.

Jiang Zicheng shuddered, feeling that what President Xie drank was not red wine, but his own blood.

Miss Xie next to him didn't notice it, and invited him enthusiastically: "My brother and the bosses of other film and television companies are on it, and the judges are also there. Would you like to go up and say hello?"

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly waved his hands, saying that he was just a small shrimp, so he would not go up and cause trouble for the bosses.

He said it frankly, but his heart was bleeding with pain: What a rare opportunity to talk to so many investors and film judges. If that guy Xie Beiwang wasn't around, he would definitely get close to him immediately!

He doesn't want to go up, there are many people in this banquet who are willing to go up.

Hearing a lot of arguing from the stairs, the two looked around and saw two bodyguards guarding the stairs blocking an emotional middle-aged man.

The bodyguard was tall, standing in front of the middle-aged man like two hills: "Sir, it's a private party up there, you can't go up."

The middle-aged man also has black hair and black eyes, but with a high nose and deep eyes, his skin is darker, so he should be an Indian.

Strange...Jiang Zicheng thought to himself, there are no Indian movies among the works shortlisted this time?

The Indian man's English accent was so strong that Jiang Zicheng couldn't understand it after listening for a long time.

But Ms. Xie understood and helped Jiang Zicheng translate: "The Indian is a documentary director. I don't know how to know that the boss of the film and television company is on the second floor. It seems that he wants to recommend himself and attract investment."

If a filmmaker wants to make a film, money is the most important thing. Without money, everything will be difficult.Among filmmakers, it is well known that directors who focus on making documentaries are poor.

Documentary directors have ambitions, ideals, pursuits, skills, and abilities, but... have no money.

It costs a lot of money to make a documentary, and there is no money to be made after the filming is over. Unless the film and television companies are out of their minds, they will never spend real money to make a documentary.Today's documentaries, 70.00% are funded by government departments or non-profit organizations, and the rest are basically "posted" by documentary directors themselves.

At the end of the "posting", there are many directors who have "posted" their wealth.

When Jiang Zicheng heard that the other party was a documentary director, he was immediately in awe, and hurried over to invite the down-and-out Indian director.

When the three of them returned to the light, Jiang Zicheng realized that the Indian director named Kapil was indeed poor.The suit was crumpled and didn't fit at all, and the shoes were clean, but they were as big as a boat, and it looked like all the clothes on his body were borrowed.

Ms. Xie was born in a wealthy family, and the big directors she met on weekdays were all making commercial films, and each one was more stylish than the other.Where has she seen such a poor director.

Jiang Zicheng ordered a glass of wine for him, and slowly chatted with him who was frowning.

Drunken and sad, Kapil was suddenly aroused with inner distress, and he didn't mind the two young people in front of him meeting him for the first time, and Kapil poured out all the helplessness of unfulfilled ambitions.

He used to be a director of commercial films. He had made two well-known works in Bollywood. A few years ago, he decided to make a documentary. After three years of filming, he not only dragged down his old company, but also invested all his wealth in it. , also failed to finish filming.

He bought a plane ticket to Venice with the last little money his friends had funded, hoping to try his luck at the film festival and find a new investor.

Jiang Zicheng asked curiously, "May I ask what kind of documentary you are shooting?"

Kapil: "It's 'sex products'. India is a country with a large population, but we have always been ashamed to talk about sex. This is not in line with the speed of people's thinking! Did you know that in the past ten years, condoms have become popular in India? Usage has increased eightfold!"

Jiang Zicheng thought, but your India is also a big religious country. In a big religious country, you will encounter too much resistance when you openly shoot documentaries on sex products. I am afraid that even if you have sufficient funds, it will be difficult to complete this project.

Kapil has the usual characteristics of Indians. He likes to dance with his hands and feet when he speaks, and even shakes his head when he talks about excitement.He looks ugly and short and fat, but his eyes are full of love for movies.

Suddenly, he put down his wine glass, pressed his hands tightly on Jiang Zicheng's shoulders, and looked at him with burning eyes: "Jiang, your film won the Golden Lion Award this time! You must be one of the most powerful actors in China! You Do you know any big investors who can invest in my movie? As long as 100 million, give me another 100 million, and I can realize my dream!"

There seemed to be a flame in his eyes, burning fiercely in those dark brown pupils.Within less than an arm's length away, Jiang Zicheng could clearly see the appearance of the flame——

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Xie Yingying stepped on the high-heeled shoes, stepped up the stairs step by step, and returned to the glass box.The top investors in the film and television industry gathered together in twos and threes, discussing the development direction of the film industry in low voices.

There is only one exception.

"Brother? What are you standing there looking at?" Xie Yingying curiously walked to Xie Beiwang's side.

The man leaned against the glass window and looked down to the first floor.She followed his gaze and found a familiar figure by accident.

"Huh? Are you looking at them in Jiangzicheng?" Xie Yingying didn't feel wrong at all, she was innocent, "I didn't expect you to pay so much attention to him."

Xie Beiwang didn't answer. His eyes fell on the two people who were chatting happily, and he asked seriously, "What did that Indian say to Jiang Zicheng just now?"

Xie Yingying answered honestly: "He is a documentary director, and he wants Jiang Zicheng to introduce investors to him."

"Documentary director..." Xie Beiwang repeated these words, and his slightly nervous heart finally let go.It turns out that he is a mere documentary director, so there is no threat.He casually asked: "Then what does he shoot?"

Xie Yingying: "Condoms."

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Xie Yingying counted on her fingers: "They also mentioned dildos, sexy underwear, SM tools and so on. Oh, when he took photos of SM, he had no money, so he wanted to try his luck here."

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Xie Beiwang felt that his current expression must be very exciting.

But Xie Yingying added fuel to the fire: "The director also said that if Jiang Zicheng can bring him 100 million investment, he can give him all the sex toys in his collection!"

"..." The man's eyes darkened, he stuffed the wine glass into his sister's hand, turned around, left the box, and walked up the stairs.