Chapter 907

"Dudu Dudu..."

After the award ceremony, song Ya and the three writers in the service area, which only the winners can enter, put their elbows on the old-fashioned counter, humming and waiting for the goldsmith inside to paste a piece of pure gold with his name engraved on it. He landed on the ground with one foot on the ground.

Hum, no apocalypse, no Apocalypse

"These are all made in Chicago."

The goldsmith put him and Johnny Carson's little golden man on the counter and said with a smile.

"I know, I know." The Oscar statuettes have been produced at the R.S. Owens factory in Chicago, and song Ya exchanged the two trophies for two long signed documents by himself and Johnny Carson.

Since 1950, the trophies were not allowed to be resold. It was necessary to make such a legal commitment in advance to get the small golden statues. This also led to the auction price of the golden statues awarded before 1950 getting higher and higher.

One by one, he left the counter to see a large number of brave heart crew queuing up at the back. He warmly congratulated the big winner, such as Mel Gibson. Others were very friendly, and Mel Gibson himself was rather perfunctory.

Cut, it's crazy. Isn't it another Kevin Costner?

If you don't see the opportunity to make a lot of money, song Ya will never stick his hot face to others' cold butt. He won the best director and best film in one fell swoop, and the new king of Hollywood is not worth it.

Yeah? However, Sophie Marceau, the heroine, didn't come to the scene. Song Ya had seen the trilogy of the French beauty who dared to act and take off with her and her famous director and husband Andre zulaski. What the film wanted to express was not clear, only some of her scenes were remembered.

Well, now European art films are full of gods, and I don't know whether those critics really understand the connotation of films that ordinary people can't understand.

French talent is real and open, the director let his wife make that kind of film

After thinking about it, I went to the interview area again. The winners had to take photos and interviews with the media with their trophies in hand. Of course, the Oscar organizing committee would not let the stars really go to the boring queue. There was a small bar in the waiting area where you could sit and drink and socialize.

"It's a wonderful night..."

His stomach growled. He hummed and put the two golden statues on the bar. He snapped his finger at the bartender, "a glass of soda, do you have anything to eat?"

"Of course, congratulations to aplus." The bartender was soon done.

After fumbling in the pocket of the dress for a long time, taraji seems to have only prepared a hundred dollar bill for himself? Take out one and put it by the glass.

"Thank you." The bartender smiles and takes the money away.

"Boy, if I were you, I'd give it back." There was a husky voice in my ear.

"Mr. Eastwood, ha ha..."

He turned his head and saw that Clint Eastwood, an old cowboy who also won the best director and Best Picture award at an Oscar, was sitting next to him, but he didn't seem to win the prize this year? "Yes, or Mr. Carson will kill me."

He thought the other party was referring to the little golden man led by himself for Johnny Carson, so he responded with a joke.

"No, I mean this one."

Clint Eastwood pointed to the trophy engraved with Sonya's own name.

"What do you mean?" Song Ya didn't understand the humor.

"You think you know what kind of work you have done in the adaptation of the cat and mouse game script. It's disrespectful of everyone to exchange money for a screenwriter's name..."

Clint Eastwood replied, "there's a quota system for specific groups of people, which undermines the purity of film art, isn't it?"

It's so straightforward, so he means he doesn't deserve the prize? "Quota system?" Song Ya ran to the height of political correctness. "You're a white man..."

Clint Eastwood chuckled twice. "Whisky, thank you." He didn't want to argue. He raised his hand to call the bartender.

"Aplus, it's your turn." There are staff to remind.

"Really, Mr. Eastwood, maybe one day the object of your so-called quota system will become your cowboy."

With this kind of hard core like party white man, song Ya in his ear counterattack a cruel, in exchange for greater laughter.

It's true. Who in the end has cheated on the prize

Song Ya looked at the cup of Johnny Carson in his hand and felt quite wronged. If he rubbed against it, he only rubbed the Apocalypse plug-in.

"Aplus, what do you think of the fashion show in the opening part? Do you like the award form? "

In the interview area, after receiving congratulations from reporters and joking with each other, song Ya was asked this question.

"It's great. I love it." He replied with a smile.

Yeah? Looking at the reaction of the reporters, it seems that they did not get the answer they expected? No matter what, the reporters did not ask any more questions, so he and the other three writers began to flatter each other."What happened to that fashion show?"

Finally, he was able to join up with his men and give Johnny Carson's golden man to his agent. Song Ya asked yelemov.

"It's been scolded. The audience and the media don't like this form." "Some people say that as an investor in cat and mouse games, you have earned an Oscar with money, thanks to the fact that the judges dare not let the African American community get nothing this year," yelemov said indignantly

No wonder Clint Eastwood just said that, and Sonya rolled her eyes. "Don't mind the gossip. What's next?"

"To the Oscars dinner party at Vanity Fair, of course!" Yelemov said with a smile.

There will be many parties in Hollywood on the night of the Oscar awards ceremony. But in recent years, Vanity Fair's dinner party has won the favor of most stars and film company executives with luxurious drinks and food made by famous chef Wolfgang Parker. Almost everyone will go there. Even if they don't eat, they can communicate. There are also countless reporters waiting for them To give the stars exposure.

Besides, in order to be afraid of something wrong at the award ceremony, everyone will go on a proper diet. Now that everyone is hungry and thirsty, the award ceremony is over. It is a good time to indulge ourselves.

"Amy, they're gone." Talaji said.

What are you waiting for? Song Ya gets into the car.

The vanity fair dinner party is not far away. It will soon arrive. It is said that the peak hour meeting will accommodate thousands of people and thousands of people who are qualified to attend the Oscar ceremony. It is a vanity fair.

"Hollywood is really more prosperous than the record industry."

Song Ya looks in the car at the big gift bags given to each of the nominees by the Oscar organizing committee. It is said that they are very valuable, but most of them are coupons to induce stars to high consumption golf clubs, medical beauty, high-end hotels, restaurants and luxury stores.

"It's taxable, unless you give it to a charity or refuse to take it." Talaji said.

"Give it to where is love." It's not hard to decide, "and Whatever you want. "

Talaji cheered excitedly and then left the whole package.

“APLUS，APLUS……”

As soon as she got off the bus, Sonya met a large group of tall models, perhaps to cope with Jesse Jackson's accusation. This year's fashion show was dominated by ethnic minority models. Among the five people who opened the show, there were three African Americans, one Asian face with Slavic name and only one white.

Though being beaten down by top supermodel Naomi Campbell, tarabanks has been able to act as the eldest sister in the same class of models. She saw her eyes shine, and immediately twisted her cat step to come over, "long time no see." And licked his lips.

Cooked? Although there was a dew love affair, but later you always like to talk about it publicly, isn't it good? Because of my quarrel with Mimi, song Ya Li Ke is careful of his eye attack, "Tara? It's really a pity to think of it. In those years, the cooperative MV failed to Hey, hey, how about today... "

He knows what these models care about.

"No!? Oh Tara! You don't always say that you've been with aplus before... " Next to the model immediately inside the bitchy exclamation.

"Poop!" Other models also covered their mouths to have fun.

With these "good sisters", jokes will soon spread out of the circle. Song Ya is confident of their communication ability.

"I, I..." Tara banks was standing there, embarrassed that the corners of her mouth began to shake.

Hum, call you like to blow the stamp collection record, "have a chance to contact." Song Ya is in a good mood, and the haze of the little episode with the old cowboy disappears.

"You don't have the boss's contact information yet?" Talaji had a beautiful mending knife and put a business card into her stupefied hand.

No matter what, song Ya walked into the banquet hall, and the senior executives of the major film companies who did not appear at the award ceremony came. He looked up and wanted to find Linton first, and then go to talk with Harvey Weinstein. But soon they were surrounded by African American actors and actresses in Hollywood, so they had to thank all kinds of congratulations and be tired of coping with them.

"Aplus, thank you for what you did for me."

Spielberg's problem goddaughter, Drew Barrymore, came over and openly took the cause of the fight between himself and little Li in the nightclub. She was very smart, and took the initiative to scratch the palm of his hand while shaking hands. This was impossible in the past, "where is the godfather? Are you going?"

"Vanity Fair ah?" I don't know when Amy was approaching. She simply put her arm on her arm and demonstrated to Drew Barrymore with her eyes.

The people who are full of stars are very considerate and quietly disperse.

"Amy, you're new to the business, and you're going to have to adapt to Hollywood a little bit." Drubalimore replied, but did not further entangle.

"I feel like every woman here wants to sleep with you tonight." Amy complains as she turns away.

"Well? Is it? "

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