Chapter 1221 A foreshadowing

On the east side of Lido Island in the Adriatic Sea, far from the northern port, ferries, cruise ships, and electric boats from the main island and other outlying islands are docked. They are quiet and stable... although the boats are very choppy.

The luxury yacht floated on the blue sea, and Mr. Wu enjoyed the traditional show - the bunny girl dancing under the moon.

The white patent leather bunny girl bodysuit is paired with black fishnet stockings, with a fluffy tail at the end, and a rabbit headband on her black hair...

Maybe it's because I'm in Italy.

Miss Gong's high notes are well trained.

After nearly an hour, the event was over. Mr. Wu walked out of the cabin of the yacht and sat on the deck.

After a while, the satellite phone next to my legs rang.

After a few murmurs on the phone, Wu Xiaozu hummed a few times, raised his head, looked at Lido Island in the distance, and couldn't help but squeeze out a smile.

"What's going on?"

Gong Li came out and saw Wu Xiaozu put down the phone.

"It's okay, I just encountered something interesting."

Wu Xiaozu changed the subject with a slight smile, "Pulp Fiction will complete the casting interviews before the end of September. After this trip, I will fly to Los Angeles and Las Vegas.

The filming will start in about October. During this month, I hope you can experience the living atmosphere of Chinese Americans abroad. The role you play must have that sense of freedom and restraint. If you have time, I hope you can go see the opera.

Performance…"

Do you think Wu Xiaozu asked Gong Li to ‘play the master’s bunny girl’ for LSP’s sake?

Too small!

The layout is smaller!

Wu Xiaozu really wanted to liberate Gong Li’s nature!

The temperament of a script like "Pulp Fiction" determines that actors cannot stick to conventions. Wu Xiaozu is not worried about Gong Li's acting skills, but the character she wants to create is actually very different from her life. Even if she lacks such cognition, she needs talent.

and worked hard.

Some people always like to ask, for actors, is acting talent or hard work more important?

Let’s put it this way…

A talented actor needs 100% hard work.

And if not - you can find a factory to work.

Wu Xiaozu had very high requirements for Gong Li.

I don't want her to be limited to just "working", then such a good talent will really be wasted.

Therefore, a good director can often find the shining points in actors that others have not noticed at all - what do you think Director Wu wrote for Moonlight?

Isn't it for the sake of the actresses?

"Okay, then I'll experience life as soon as possible." Gong Li agreed.

Regardless of anything else, when it comes to acting, Gong Li and Maggie Cheung, two top-level Chinese actresses, definitely have a very professional attitude...

…

Hotel bedroom.

Floor lamp.

The halo is yellowish.

The feet with long toes rested on the edge of the large Italian-style bed. The feet were linear and too large, and the size 42 high heels fell to the ground.

Placed one upright and one upside down, the red soles of the high heels are particularly bright.

Uma Thurman, with a flushed face, looked out the window, admiring her smooth jade body through the reflection in the glass. She wore a cigarette ring on her finger and took a sip of a thin women's cigarette.

Beside the bed, there was a half-empty bottle of whiskey. She drank a lot.

The smoke in the dark environment has a somewhat hazy artistic conception, especially a naked woman smoking, and it is even more inexplicable and ambiguous, full of fantasy.

Are there any cats that don’t steal fish?

No.

Are there any French people who are not proficient in German?

Of course not.

So……

There was a sound outside the door. Uma Thurman crushed her cigarette butts, gently gathered her fluffy hair with her hands, shook it gently, and got into the silky quilt, leaving only her high heels lying beside the bed.

"Zhang, you had a great time drinking tonight. Next time you go to France, I'll treat you to the best red wine." Luc Besson, a big fat man, shook his room card, his mouth full of alcohol.

After the party, Luc Besson and Zhang Yimou, two unrelated people, drank together for more than two hours. They didn't drink much, just a bottle of red wine each, but they were very excited and talked happily. Everyone has an understanding of movies.

Luc Besson has interned in Hollywood and prefers Hollywood shooting methods.

The construction of Chinese film commercial genres has been directly influenced by Hollywood.

The origins of this kind of construction are actually very long, but it was promoted by changes in the accounting model in the 1990s... Of course, in terms of business exploration, the fifth generation has a deep feeling for Hollywood.

In fact, Zhang Yimou himself is not the type of person who just stands still, he has always wanted to break through himself.

In these two hours, I suddenly felt like I had met Luc Besson, a Frenchman who was influenced by the French New Wave but also advocated commercialization.

"When you come to China, I'll treat you to a drink of Chinese liquor." Zhang Yimou also welcomed him with a smile. The old Shaanxi people always have a good drinking capacity.

"good."

Luc Besson's pair of small eyes formed lines on his fat face, and he felt a little tipsy. He hugged Zhang Yimou and kept shouting about various inappropriate topics in English.

This left Zhang Yimou, who had very little English proficiency, to laugh along with him.

When the two of them were chatting just now, they were making gestures and guessing, but they were still chatting with great interest...

"Go to bed early."

Zhang Yimou took the initiative to help the other party open the door, but Luc Besson pushed him away reluctantly, with a "I can do it" expression on his face. Seeing this, Lao Mouzi, who couldn't stand the stalemate anymore, had no choice but to leave.

Walking towards the female translator's room downstairs.

Don't get it wrong, he is going to learn a foreign language.

Bang--

Suddenly, a disheveled girl rushed out of the room not far away, startling Luc Besson who was opening the door.

The sound of the girl crying echoed throughout the corridor.

Harvey Weinstein rushed out of the room fiercely, with a few scratches on his face. His whole body was filled with violent anger, and he yelled: "Damn Bichi~~"

A drunken Luc Besson rolled his eyes and looked at Harvey Weinstein, who was covering his face.

Big eyes and small eyes.

As the old saying goes, one person cannot accommodate two tigers, and one aisle cannot accommodate two fat men.

What are you looking at?

Although Luc Besson doesn’t speak Northeastern dialect, he still has the bloody spirit of an old Parisian...

What do you think of you?

Harvey Weinstein, who was furious, also glared back and said grimly: "Don't look at what you shouldn't look at."

Luc Besson laughed twice.

He glanced in the direction where the girl disappeared, then turned back to look at Harvey Weinstein, shrank his stomach forcefully, and turned sideways.

beep--

A loud fart.

Then he closed the door directly, leaving Harvey alone in a mess. In anger, he stretched out his legs to kick him, but he caught a glimpse of the room number——

404?

Harvey was startled.

He stared at the door for a long time.

After a while, Mi Mi's voice sounded inside, and his expression kept changing. Finally, he smiled sinisterly, covered his face and left.
Chapter completed!