It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Tan Xiaotian arrived at Huaying International Cinema.

Although it is New Year's Eve today, a large number of movie fans have gathered outside the cinema.

Zhou Xingye’s name is not something that is not a big deal. So many people walked out of the house on New Year’s Eve just to watch his movies.

Today's premiere is different from the past. There is no media reporter or industry big names. They are purely selling tickets online, and the people who come are all movie fans.

Tan Xiaotian entered the cinema through the side door. At this time, the crew members of "Journey to the West" had arrived. There was no red carpet, no flowers, and only movie fans standing silently across a wall waiting for the entry.

Zhou Xingye's hair was already gray. He was far away from others and sat alone in a chair, as if thinking about something.

Xingye under the camera is completely different from him on the screen. Perhaps every genius artist has some slight slight conscience! Tan Xiaotian did not bother him, and also picked a chair, sat there alone, closing his eyes to rest.

Fang Xin sat two or three meters away from him and was answering Xiong Yun's call, "The red envelopes at 10 o'clock are all going well. OK, Sister Xiong, I will report to the boss later."

The two big guys made the other crew members dare not speak loudly, and the atmosphere in the cinema suddenly became heavier.

Tan Xiaotian actually fell asleep while sitting. In a daze, he heard Fang Xin talking again, "Okay, Mr. Zhang, the boss is a little tired. I will report the good news when he wakes up."

Tan Xiaotian slowly opened his eyes, "What time is it?"

“It’s 11:20.”

Fang Xin hurried over, "Boss, Mr. Zhang just called. After 11 o'clock, the number of red envelopes sent by netizens surged. Mr. Zhang sent me a file, which is the red envelope data for tonight. I will forward it to you."

Tan Xiaotian looked at the document in Xiaowei and nodded. It was similar to his previous life. People's enthusiasm for sending red envelopes has been ignited. Company groups, family groups, and friends groups are all sending red envelopes.

He was looking at the file, and suddenly the interface of Xiaowei flashed and he was pulled into a group, whose group name was a family of love.

Tan Xiaotian wondered who gave such a vulgar group name?

He found that the group leader was actually his mother, father, Tan Mingyan, and all his relatives were there.

As soon as Tan Xiaotian came in, flowers immediately appeared, and his welcome expression began to flood the screen.

"Xiaotian is here, second sister, please send red envelopes!"

"After sending the second sister, my second brother-in-law sending the second brother-in-law, my second brother-in-law sending the small Tianfa."

"After Brother Xiaotian posted it, Brother Qi posted it, you are a rich man."

"Get the local tyrants to share the land!"

The group was so lively that the third aunt began to instigate Song Chunhua to send red envelopes, and the little cousin Zhou Feng and Song Yue also kept making excuses.

"Okay, I'll send it."

Song Chunhua said boldly.

But Tan Xiaotian waited for a long time and did not see the red envelopes send out. Tan Xiaotian was surprised! Song Chunhua spoke, "Son, why do you have any restrictions on your red envelope?"

Tan Xiaotian learned from his previous life experience and limited the red envelope to 200 yuan early. It was probably because my mother gave it too much money and was automatically rejected.

"Mom, a red envelope can be sent up to 200 yuan."

"What a breaking the rules, it's too troublesome."

After saying this, Song Chunhua sent out the red envelope. She sent five of them in one breath, and then Tan Yuejin also sent five of them. The people in the group began to grab them all.

Tan Xiaotian handed the phone to Fang Xin, "Send me 10 red envelopes."

Fang Dashu took the phone and began to send red envelopes.

The eldest uncle, uncle, Han Qi, third uncle and uncle in the group also started to send red envelopes, but the screen was full of red envelopes, which made those little cousins ​​so happy that they could grab the red envelopes.

At 11:30, the door to the cinema opened and fans began to enter.

At 12 o'clock, the video was officially screened.

"Journey to the West to Subdue the Demons" was quite happy at the beginning, and Tang Seng was more funny, but as the plot progressed, Zhu Gangli's appearance really shocked the audience, and the cinema was full of ah ah surprise.

In my previous life, news came out, and a child was scared to tears when watching this movie.

From a certain perspective, "Journey to the West to Suppress the Demons" is indeed not suitable as a New Year's film.

But that doesn't affect it becoming a box office champion.

Tan Xiaotian sat next to Zhou Xingye, and the two occasionally had some communication.

Zhou Xingye was also nervous and looked back from time to time to observe the audience's reactions.

"Don't worry, no problem."

Tan Xiaotian comforted him softly.

110 minutes later, the film was finished and the light was reappeared in the cinema.

The fans stood up one after another, and they gave their respect to their idols without hesitation.

Zhou Xingye stood up and kept bowing to the fans.

Tan Xiaotian quietly stood up and left the cinema.

The overall situation has been decided, and he is no longer needed here.

The Bentley was racing on the streets of Yanjing late at night, and soon the car drove to the airport.

Tan Xiaotian said to Fang Xin before boarding the plane: "You have worked hard during this period. I'll go to Sanya for a few days. I'll have a good vacation for you and go back to my hometown to spend with my parents."

"Goodbye, boss!"

Fang Xin watched Tan Xiaotian get on the plane. It was not until the plane took off that she returned to the car, took out her cell phone, called Zhao Mu, and whispered: "My work is over."

"My parents and I are waiting for you, come here quickly!"

"It's so late, is it appropriate for me to go?"

"What's wrong with it? We're waiting for you to come and get dumplings!"

An hour later, Bentley appeared at the entrance of Tiantongyuan Community. Fang Xin got off the car and Zhao Mu, who had been waiting here for a long time, ran over.

The two of them snuggled into the community.

"Are you anxious?

It's cold outside, beware of colds."

"It's okay, are you exhausted?

My parents and I were watching the Spring Festival Gala, and we even shook several red envelopes!"

The road is short at night and the love words are long.

Soon, the two of them knocked on the door of the Zhao family.

What came to me was the enthusiasm of the two old men of the Zhao family, "Xiao Xin, wash your hands quickly, the dumplings are ready, I'll wait for you."

On the dining table are plates of steaming dumplings just out of the pot.

Fang Xin felt that the hard work of the day and night rose into the air with the heat, and finally dissipated invisible.

**** Boeing BBJ is flying smoothly at high altitude.

As soon as Tan Xiaotian got on the plane, he asked for a pillow and blanket.

In less than two minutes, he was already in a deep dream.

I have been so tired these days, and the Spring Festival Gala red envelopes are too exhausting.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Tan Xiaotian heard the flight attendant say in his ear in a daze, “Mr. Tan, the plane is about to land, Sanya is here.”

Tan Xiaotian opened his eyes in a daze, opened the small window and took a look. There were already rays of light outside, and there were the blue waves of the South China Sea below.

After 4 hours of flight, it was already dawn.
Chapter completed!