Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Facts have proved that Jiang Zicheng was thinking too badly.

Because the journey from Venice to Macau takes ten hours, Xie Beiwang decided to give up the bedroom, let Jiang Zicheng rest well, and seize the time to make up for it.

Jiang Zicheng hurriedly said, "No need, no, I'll be fine just sitting."

Xie Beiwang still looked like a dull face: "Artists are the precious property of the company, and faces are the precious property of the artist. If you don't sleep, you will damage the company's property. Do you still... still have money to pay for it?"

Jiang Zicheng: "...I sleep, I sleep."

He angrily changed his pajamas and lay down on the double bed with Xie Dabai in his arms.

Xie Dabai is worthy of being the pet of the rich family. He has long been accustomed to the life of flying mink in the air. There was no reaction at all when he took off, and he was quiet like a toy. Originally, Jiang Zicheng was worried that it would be uncomfortable, but he didn't expect it to comfortably dig out a nest on the double bed, round its body into a circle, and its belly upwards. Soon after a while, Xiao Hulu was up.

Originally, Jiang Zicheng didn't want to sleep, but there was such a big hot and furry baby lying beside him, listening to its breathing blowing in his ears, and gradually he was hooked out of sleep and fell into a dream without knowing it. .

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Jiang Zicheng slept soundly, and when he woke up again, the plane's itinerary was already halfway through.

He really couldn't sleep, and didn't want to go out to face the messy man Xie Beiwang, so he simply stayed in the bedroom to rest.

It's great to have money, it's great to have money, and you can afford a big flying chicken in the sky...No, there are big planes in the sky, and all kinds of leisure facilities are available in the plane.

There was a small TV opposite the double bed. Jiang Zicheng flipped through the built-in movie list for a while, and he had seen most of them. He watches movies regardless of genre. He also watches literary and commercial films.

In interviews, many actors never say that they love to watch commercial films, as if there is no "pursuit" in this way, and it is as if they would get the smell of copper. But Jiang Zicheng thinks popcorn chips are good. Popcorn chips can bring laughter and refreshment. Why should people deny their desires?

If possible, Jiang Zicheng hopes to pick up a reliable commercial film as soon as possible after returning to China. On the one hand, he is in order to make money. After all, he is now in debt; on the other hand, commercial films do not require high actors' acting skills, which can allow him to slowly improve his acting skills. During this trip to Venice, he deeply felt that he and those who are truly outstanding The gap between actors cannot be caught up by two movies.

But... His plan is his plan after all, and I don't know how the company will arrange him after returning to China.

Jiang Zicheng still hopes that he can continue to cooperate with Hu Ge. Hu Ge did everything properly and reliably. I really don't understand what happened to him before, so that he can end up in such a "no artist can lead" situation.

Such a powerful person will become an artist director in the future!

Moreover, after Hu became the director of the artist, he still diligently guarded him to prevent him from suffering from the claws of Mr. Xie! !

Thinking of that nasty future, Jiang Zicheng felt his paws itchy, and he had to scratch Xie Beiwang's face to relieve his hatred.

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Xie's private plane landed steadily at Macau Airport.

Although it was already afternoon, when I stepped off the plane, the hot air swept in, and everyone was dizzy, anxious and impatient. However, after flying in the air for so long, everyone has numb and swollen legs, and being able to step on the ground is more important than anything else.

The plane drove into the hangar for repairs, and two luxury cars picked up the crowd and galloped towards the hotel.

The hotel they stayed in was naturally five-star, but this time, Jiang Zicheng finally didn't have to live in the same room with Xie Beiwang! He, Uncle Cai, and Ge Hu each asked for a single business room. The three of them happened to be on the first floor, door to door, which was very convenient.

Jiang Zicheng asked the two if they wanted to go out for a stroll.

Uncle Cai said: "No, no, I didn't rest well on the plane, and now I can finally lie on the bed. You can spare my old arms and legs."

Brother Hu also shook his head: "I still have a lot of work to do here, because the plane is changed, you postpone your return to Beijing one day, some jobs are crowded together and can't be arranged, I have to find a way."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

He slept soundly on the plane and was energetic, so he didn't have to worry about his future work. How could he feel so scumbag!

No way, neither of them wanted to accompany him out. He walked around the corridor in a dingy manner, looked at the scorching sun outside the window, and decided to go back to the room to rest.

After thinking about it, the most interesting leisure activity in the world is to play with the mobile phone while blowing on the air conditioner.

Jiangzicheng is a Weibo control. Whenever there is any turmoil, it will be posted on Weibo to "live with the people". Weibo has 18 accounts, 17 were confiscated by the former agent, and only the latest one is left @江子City 18.

Before he came to Venice, @江子城18 had more than 600,000 fans. On the day he won the award, it skyrocketed by 200,000 in one day. When the small red carpet video hit the Internet, his fans doubled in two days. Now as soon as he opens Weibo, countless new private messages flood in, all kinds of confessions.

The last Weibo in Jiangzicheng stayed on the night of the awards ceremony three days ago. In the photo, he and Uncle Cai stood side by side, holding the trophy together, the glittering golden lion seemed to take off at any time, and the two men, one old and one young, showed the same cheerful laugh when facing the camera.

This photo was taken at an afterparty. Brother Hu has taken over his Weibo account. The accompanying text for this photo is also designed by the team, which is humble and proud, and it is just right to grasp it.

He is now one of the few actors in China who can win an award at the Venice Film Festival, and he has a bright future. He admired the admiration of him in the comments, and filled his rainbow fart material library with a lot of material.

Without knowing it, the sun gradually went west. In the distant mountains at sunset, Yu Xia became beautiful, looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, the eyes were all beautiful red, extremely gorgeous.

Jiang Zicheng suddenly became very proud. He took a good angle and took a picture of this dazzling red cloud. He didn't even edit the picture, and posted it directly on Weibo.

@江子城18: It's red. 【Weibo with pictures】

As soon as Weibo was posted, his bedroom door was knocked.

Brother Hu waited outside with a solemn expression.

Jiang Zicheng asked: "What's wrong?"

Brother Hu pointed to the "red" Weibo and reminded him: "Don't post this kind of content casually in the future, others will think you are bloated."

Jiang Zicheng leaned his hips on his hips and asked triumphantly: "I am swollen? Are you still satisfied with what you see?"

"..." Brother Hu said, "You three-point cleverness, are you all grown into a yellow joke?"

"Hey hey, concession and concession."

Brother Hu pushed his glasses and reminded him: "In the future, try to post as few pictures as possible. Fans have sharp eyes. You read the comments. It only takes a few minutes. Even where you live is picked out."

"Huh?!!!" Jiang Zicheng has never been popular, naturally I don't know how terrifying the fans of popular stars are.

Because his return to China was sold to illegitimate fans by scalpers, he temporarily took Mr. Xie’s private plane to return to Beijing. No one knew about the plane staying in Macau for one night, and he dared not even post a Weibo account.

I didn't think that the photo he posted revealed the secret of heaven. After zooming in on the photo, a sharp-eyed fan found a circular building on the horizon, covering a huge area, surrounded by vast lawns and shaded trees.

@花析墨: Bet on a brother's eyelashes! The building in the distance is definitely the Macau Taipa Racecourse! ! I've been there! ! ! !

@31060117: So brother is in Macau? ! ! I want to check which hotels are near the Taipa Racecourse! ! !

@RICE: Google Maps shows that there are this, this, and this hotel within a radius of ten kilometers that can overlook the racecourse. According to the angle between the photo shooting position and the horizon, it is estimated that it should be the 22~30th floor of the XX Hotel between.

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "………………"

Jiang Zicheng hugged Hu Ge's thigh abruptly and wailed, "Brother Hu, help me!"

It is also the first time that Brother Hu has brought such an unsuspecting artist. He has a headache and said: "This room can't live, I'll change your room in a while. But I think there will be illegitimate fans arriving soon, don't you? After staying in the hotel, find a place to shelter from the wind and wait until late at night before coming back."

Jiang Zicheng had no experience at all, and asked blankly: "Then where can I avoid the limelight?"

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Half an hour later, Jiang Zicheng was sitting in the luxury limousine, looking at the huge building that was getting closer and closer not far away, only to feel a dry itchy throat.

The huge searchlights standing around the stadium illuminate it like daylight. As far as you can see, there are people with excited expressions. They gather together like a torrent, pouring into the stadium one after another.

This is Macau Taipa Racecourse, the largest racecourse in Asia!

Macau's gaming industry is extremely developed, and the racecourse is always crowded at any time, and the night race is a classic not to be missed!

Even if there are still a few hundred meters away, the cheers all over the sky are already clearly audible, and even the heart of Jiang Zicheng is pushed by those waves, swaying up and down on the top of the waves.

But Jiang Zicheng has no time to be excited now.

He carefully looked at the face of the man next to him, and asked in a mosquito-like voice: "Mr. Xie, why are we here?"

If time can go back, he will definitely travel back half an hour before and resolutely stop Hu Ge from reporting his affairs to Xie Beiwang! ! !

Couldn't he let him hide in a cafe for a while, saying that "the security level next to President Xie is the best", he just washed and wiped his helpless cabbage and sent it to Xie Beiwang's hands. .

The man took him directly into the car and instructed the driver to drive to this famous racecourse in the Taipa reclamation area.

Along the way, Xie Beiwang has been closing his eyes and resting. The lights in the carriage were turned to the darkest, and the man leaned against the seat with his clothes. Even when he was resting, there was a trace of fortitude and seriousness between his brows, and there was never a moment of relaxation.

Xie Beiwang opened his eyes. When he woke up from a nap, a dizziness flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his clarity.

Xie Beiwang said: "I asked people to talk about things here. There are gamblers in the racecourse. No one pays attention to whether there are celebrities next to you. You are the safest here."

Jiang Zicheng nodded, thinking that life for the domineering president would not be easy. On the return flight, he kept occupying the only bedroom, but Mr. Xie spent ten hours on the plane and only took a rest after getting off the plane, and now he came to the racetrack to discuss matters...

But think about people’s troubles being hundreds of millions, billions and billions, while my own troubles are tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and hundreds of thousands.

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People with the status of President Xie naturally don't need to huddle with ordinary people to watch the horse races.

After getting off the bus, a beautifully smiling Peugeot girl guided the group of people onto the VIP elevator and directly into the private room on the highest floor.

The racecourse is divided into three layers. The first layer is a row of spectators around the track. Before the start of the race, the jockey will lead the horses to walk around the arena. The spectators can watch the horses’ figure and posture at close range and judge which one The horse is more likely to win the championship.

The second floor is the stepped grandstand and indoor betting area. The betting area is a bit like a stock trading floor, where countless screens broadcast real-time events in the stadium and also display the odds of different horses.

As for the third floor, it is reserved for exclusive private boxes like Mr. Xie.

There are two compartments inside and outside. The inside room is for discussion and the outside room is for watching the game. Xie Beiwang took his bodyguards into the inner room, leaving Jiang Zicheng alone in the outer room, looking around.

There is a full floor-to-ceiling glass wall in the outer room, standing in front of the glass wall overlooking the entire racecourse, quite a kind of "world under my feet" pride.

The night race has not yet started, but the attention seats on the first and second floors have already gathered a lot of spectators. With betting tickets in their hands, they watched the horse racing in the field attentively.

The waiter in charge of this private room was very winked. Seeing that Jiang Zicheng was interested in horse racing, he quickly introduced him how to place bets.

To put it simply, novice bets most often buy "Win alone" (the horse that is buying runs the first place), "Win in a row" (buying the first and second place at the same time), "Position" (the horse that is buying runs Enter the top three), "Position q" (two horses that were bought ran into the top three), of which "Winning Streak" and "Position q" have the largest odds, with odds of dozens of times at every turn.

"Dozens of times..." Jiang Zicheng was itchy.

Waiter said: "Is it the first time for you to buy a horse? It is said that the rookie is lucky for the first time and can try to bet more."

Jiang Zicheng shook his head: "Still not."

If you still have money in Jiangzicheng's pocket, you will definitely have to buy a few betting tickets and try your luck. But now he still owes Mr. Xie more than one million yuan, so there is no money to invest in the betting ticket.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man's voice came from behind him.

"If you want to place a bet, let's play a game. I can borrow you if I don't have any money." Xie Beiwang walked out from the interior, walked slowly to his side, and looked condescendingly with him towards the brightly lit racecourse.

Jiang Zicheng looked at Neijian in surprise, then at him: "Didn't you ask someone to talk about things?"

How come out now.

Xie Beiwang: "Well, it's over."

"...Ten minutes?" Jiang Zicheng said, "Why are you so fast?"

If it wasn't for Jiang Zicheng's self-awareness, he would have thought that Mr. Xie had come to the racecourse not to talk, but to accompany him to relax.

When Xie Beiwang heard the words, his eyes were sharp, and he asked, "Quick?"