Han Qiao sneered: "Mr. Zhou, you must have forgotten the quality of the movie."

"What you said doesn't count."

"What I said doesn't count."

"The film critics association doesn't count."

He patted Zhou Liming on the shoulder: "The audience has the final say."

"The one who spends money is the old man."

Han Qiao thought that film critics were nothing, and the author cried every day and begged all the audience to give more rewards.

Tell me the uncle.

The audience is the uncle.

The reader is the uncle.

Shaking his head, ignoring Zhou Liming, and leaving.

……………………

The next day.

The debate between Han Qiao and Zhou Liming.

It spread throughout the industry through newspapers. The director and film critics competed head-on for the first time, and the director won a great victory.

The unknown people took advantage of the situation.

The overwhelming naval forces occupied major network portals.

Speaking of which, the publicity of the nameless person is definitely the publicity level of 100 million marketing expenses, with the attention of the whole people and discussions of the whole people...

Kung fu can barely be able to deal with it.

If there are no thieves in the world, it seems that they are unable to do anything. They don’t spend too much money, and they don’t have the wild paths of names.

Feng Xiaogang could only lead the crew's main creators to go to major ticket offices with a bitter taste, desperately fighting for box office.

As the end of the year approaches.

The three movies set off a hand-to-hand battle of "landing on the beach".

……………………

Yanjing.

Liu Yifei pushed open the door, kicked his shoes away, and ran upstairs barefoot.

Liu Xiaoli watched TV and put down her left leg that had been hugged. In the afternoon, she would practice yoga regularly to maintain the softness and lines of her body. The yoga clothes were tight, her figure was graceful, her long hair was tied into a bun, her face was like a silver moon, she pulled a towel with her bare hands and wiped her sweat, disgusted: "A day by day, I'm so anxious if I have something to do."

"You don't understand." Liu Yifei stood on the stairs, holding the peach-red railing with his hands: "Han Qiao is so amazing today. Mom, you really didn't go to see it."

"Zhou Liming was speechless by his words."

After saying that.

His face was flushed, his hair was swaying, and he rushed into the house with his white socks.

"Han Qiao?"

Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter's back and felt confused.

After last time, Han Qiao didn't look for her, but unexpectedly...

Liu Xiaoli thought and pushed open the bedroom door.

Liu Yifei sat in front of the computer.

Walked over with your hands and feet, and the computer was festive in the colors, with the words 499.9.

come on!

It's still 0.1 phone bills away.

Liu Yifei tapped the keyboard with his finger: "Help, help, I'm only a little short of it."

"Me too, last little."

"I'm still 0.05 away, and I'm going to succeed."

It's a billion.

"What are you?" Liu Xiaoli saw that the baby woman was a little serious.

Liu Yifei turned around: "This is an event launched by Qianqian Jingting. If you succeed, you can withdraw 500 phone bills."

"By the way, mom, have you ordered it?"

"What's the point of 500..." Liu Xiaoli was speechless and pointed at Liu Yifei's head with her finger: "You buy less bag, dozens of 500 are back."

"You don't understand mom." Liu Yifei bit his lip with his teeth: "This is 500 yuan I picked up for free."

"Is there such a good thing?"

Liu Xiaoli hugged her chest, raised her long legs, sighed, very experienced: "Xixi, all the benefits are the knife wrapped in honey."

"Nothing delayed."

"Can you tell my mother about Han Qiao?"

"Okay." Liu Yifei: "Mom, Han Qiao is so awesome today. I didn't expect him to speak so well, and Zhou Liming was so angry that he was half angry."

"By the way, he took me to see Zhang Yimou today. Zhang Yimou invited him to make a movie, Zhang Yibai and Huang Xiaoming."

"Huang Xiaoming smiled a little stupidly."

"And Zhou Xun..."

"I didn't expect them to be very good friends."

"Zhou Xun also asked me to play with her when I have time..."

Liu Xiaoli was upset, put down her legs with a "pop" sound, frowned: "When is it? It's about to take the exam, can you be more serious?"

"There are also Legend of Sword and Fairy, have you memorized the lines?"

"Don't go out and wander around if you're okay."

Liu Yifei was inexplicably turned off the computer and covered himself in the quilt.

Go out.

Liu Xiaoli was unable to lean against the wall and held her forehead with bare hands.

The phone buzzed: "Hello."

"Xiaoli, I am Lao Chen." On the phone, Chen Jinfei smiled: "Han Qiao asked me to build a villa last time. I will call him over and take a look in a few days."

"Come on, too." Chen Jinfei smiled: "That kid is getting more and more amazing now. He is now a big director. If Xixi can act in his movie, it will undoubtedly be very good."

"Hey," Chen Jinfei wondered, there was no sound, and looked at his phone, and the signal was very good: "Are you still here?"

"exist."

Liu Xiaoli calmed down and her voice was normal: "I will call him."

"good."

Hang up the phone.

Liu Xiaoli looked at the bedroom door, her eyebrows were furrowed on her delicate cheeks, and the sunset shone slanted out of the window, stretching her figure.

At dusk.

She stood in the critical line between light and black face, looking confused and hesitant.
Chapter completed!