Heads Up Hollywood

Twain has participated in many receptions, but this is the first time he has participated in this kind of open-air beach reception.

Sea breeze, music, clear waves, mellow red wine, passionate girls...

It has to be said that the literary style of the French is eye-opening.

Tang En saw Natalie from a distance. She was chatting cordially with Luc Besson, smiling all the time, looking very happy.

Director Sam Mendes, who just won the Palme d'Or, is undoubtedly the main protagonist of the reception.

Two months ago, he just won the Oscar for Best Director and Best Picture; two months later, he won the Palme d'Or again, and he was definitely a man of the moment.

The celebration reception is different from the awards ceremony. There are many beautiful and enthusiastic French girls on the scene. I don’t know what the relationship is. For what purpose, they competed at the reception. It seems to overwhelm Nicole Kidman and Natalie Portman The demeanor of the two best actresses.

Tang En was not interested in those girls who were posing.

It's not that they are not beautiful enough, but that they are really not well-known, and Tang En doesn't know them.

As for women, besides being young, beautiful and with a good figure, what is more attractive is their identity.

For example, the famous French goddess-Sophie Marceau.

In the past few years, she has successively made several movies in Hollywood, and she has also acted as the heroine, but she has not been popular all the time. Her acting skills that are partial to literature and art are the mainstream in Europe, and she is not very popular in Hollywood.

To put it bluntly, Lao Mei has no culture, no background, no artistic aesthetic.

The American people can't appreciate the bland and restrained performance. In their view, the vase should be as silly as Julia Roberts.

No wonder being mocked by Europe all day long!

Tang En searched for five minutes, and rejected the "invitation" of seven or eight girls in a row, and finally found the beautiful figure of Sophie Marceau. She was holding a glass of red wine, and the heroine of "In the Mood for Love", Maggie Happy chatting.

Tang En raised the corners of his mouth, asked for a glass of red wine, and walked up quickly, showing a sunny and confident smile, "Two beautiful ladies, may I have the honor to know the content of your chat?"

Seeing that it was Tang En, Sophie Marceau's eyes flashed with surprise, while Maggie Zhang expressed pure admiration, "I just received an invitation from a French producer, so...to ask Sophie for advice Some questions. Director Walker, I really like your movies!"

Maggie Zhang's husband is a French director, and she and Sophie Marceau have a normal acquaintance. Tang En said with a smile: "Your performance in "In the Mood for Love" was very good. It's because you didn't get the best actress this time." Because of luck. I believe that the best actress in Cannes will definitely belong to you in the future."

"Thanks!"

Maggie Zhang raised a glass of wine to Tang En, enjoying the admiration from this top Hollywood director.

After taking a sip, Tang En said, "I'm sorry, Maggie, can I have a few words with Sophie alone?"

Maggie Zhang was slightly taken aback, and then reacted a little awkwardly, "Okay, okay!"

Sophie Marceau, was named the perfect face by the French media!

After Maggie Zhang left, Sophie Marceau's enigmatic eyes glanced at Tang En, and she said with a half-smile, "Mr. Walker, I'm afraid it's not about movies, is it?"

"Oh?" Tang En remained calm and smiled slightly, "How do you say it?"

Sophie Marceau's eyes flicked across Tang En's eyes, and she took a sip of the red wine, with a charming curve on the corner of her mouth, "Men, only the eyes can't lie."

Tang En laughed and said, "Are all French people so philosophical?"

Sophie Marceau's crystal eyes flicked lightly, "This is not philosophy, but human nature."

"Okay, then, Miss Marceau, what kind of humanity do you see in my eyes?"

"original."

Sophie Marceau bit her red lips, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, just like the sea under the dark night, deep and secluded, vast and charming.

Tang En didn't change his expression, pretending to be at a loss, "Primitive human nature? What exactly is it?"

Sophie Marceau leaned forward slightly, and her low-cut dress immediately revealed the infinite elegance inside.

She seemed a little drunk, but Tang En knew that she didn't drink too much. That kind of obsequiousness and drunkenness echoed each other, and the flaming red lips and white and tender skin complemented each other. Even if Tang En wandered among the flowers all year round, he couldn't help being distracted, and his heart suddenly accelerated.

This kind of ultimate charm brought by a few words, even Nicole Kidman would be willing to bow down.

"Mr. Walker, are you still pretending?"

"No, Miss Marceau, I really don't understand what you mean."

To be honest, Dunn was a little nervous. It's not the same tension as delivering a first on Kate Winslet or a first love on Natalie Portman.

"It's so boring, I thought you would admit it openly." Sophie Marceau took a step back, sighed slightly, and looked at Tang En with a slightly playful look.

"I don't quite understand what you're talking about." Tang En looked at her with a smile, as if enjoying this "passive" feeling.

Sophie Marceau bit the corner of her mouth lightly, glanced at him coquettishly, took a small step forward, leaned against his ear, and said in a very small voice and a foreign tone: "Do you want to... Me, right?"

It seemed that a word was omitted in her words, but her breathing was right next to her ears, and Tang En could clearly hear that it was a very rude word, a word beginning with the letter "F" that was banned in the United States.

Tang En's breathing became a little short, and he wished he could put her down on the spot.

He took the initiative to take a step back, forcibly suppressing the violent restlessness in his heart, and said with a smile: "To be honest, when I was a teenager, I really liked watching your movies, and you... are often the fantasy object in my dreams. "

Sophie Marceau seemed to be winning, she smiled and blinked her charming eyes, "My hometown is France, here, I am the host and you are the guest."

"So..." Tang En paused, and looked at her deeply, "The master should do his best to take good care of the guests and satisfy the needs of the guests, right?"

Sophie Marceau pursed her lips, but a look of anticipation suddenly flashed in her eyes, "Is it reciprocal?"

"Um?"

Tang En was taken aback for a moment, and then he came to his senses.

Just now, it seemed like an illusory dream, until this moment, the dream mirror was finally shattered, allowing him to recognize the reality clearly.

Reciprocity?

Yeah, it's all deals!

Another deal!

In France, Sophie Marceau can act like a landlord and "take care" of Tang En; then, when he goes to Hollywood and arrives at Tang En's territory, will he also take care of her, a Frenchman from a foreign land?

All the charm, enchantment, and charm just now are gone at this moment.

Tang En suddenly understood a truth, what kind of art town, what kind of romantic city, what kind of noble goddess, are all bullshit!

The entertainment industry is the entertainment industry!

Deals are prevalent in Hollywood, and the French film industry is also full of all kinds of deals!

Even the goddess Sophie Marceau, a French national treasure, is no exception.

Tang En instantly walked out of the "psychedelic" state just now, his mood was flat and calm, and he said with a smile: "Okay, my rule of dealing with things is to reciprocate."

Sophie Marceau smiled comfortably, "Go to my place or..."

"Go to my hotel, I have two bodyguards, it's safer." Tang En responded without thinking, and suddenly said: "By the way, I advocate reciprocity, but I will return as many gifts as others give you. Li, I hope you understand this point."

Sophie Marceau pulled her hair around her ears, her lips parted, "Of course, you are the most honored guest, and I will satisfy all your requirements."

Tang En narrowed his eyes, "Really? Is it all requirements?"

Sophie Marceau smiled charmingly, "I will do what I say."