"Director Xu, I just took that film away? Do you have anything else to explain?"

"No, let's make a rough cut first. I'll take a look after the rough cut is finished."

"good."

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Lu... You all have worked hard too. We look forward to our next cooperation. Goodbye, everyone."

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Xu."

"Thank you, Director Xu..."

After having enough wine and food, we said goodbye at the door.

For Xu Xin, these few days of contact were not enough to make him have any particularly deep feelings for everyone.

To put it bluntly, he didn't even remember the names of at least half of the people in the crew.

And the team this time is actually not particularly top-notch.

Even if he wanted to help him, he couldn't find a general among the short men.

They said goodbye to each other, got in the car, and he waved and closed the door.

But as soon as the door closed, I heard Zhang Jiao say:

"Brother Xu, there are paparazzi."

"……ah?"

Xu Xin was stunned.

Then, as if he wasn’t satisfied yet, he turned up the volume again:

"ah?????"

Paparazzi?

He is... really unfamiliar with this word.

In other words, it's not an exaggeration to say it's unfamiliar.

In normal life, when the couple goes shopping or eating, they basically don't shy away from people.

Take photos if you want, as long as you don't go overboard and be polite, whether you are a fan or a passerby, taking a photo is nothing.

As for acting and making movies...he made two movies.

In the first "Secret", he was a passerby, and in the second one, he was shot directly in the studio of Xiying Film Studio.

Paparazzi are even more insulated.

Or to put it more exaggeratedly...

What's wrong with the paparazzi? Aren't they all taking photos of Yang Mi?

This... come to take pictures of yourself today?

He blinked, stretched his head and looked around:

"Where is it? Where is it?"

"That does not."

Zhang Jiao pointed in the direction where there were about seven or eight parking spaces from the hotel entrance.

"Just squatting next to the parking space..."

"Well……"

Xu Xin really searched for a long time before he saw a figure... who seemed to be squatting behind a black Honda.

A subconscious sentence came out:

"What can you take without turning on the flash?"

"..."

Now it was Zhang Jiao's turn to be speechless.

"If you really turn on the flash, can you still imitate Gu Changwei?"

"Haha, are you hooking up with him?"

Xu Xin smiled happily and waved his hand:

"Let's drive, drive slowly. We'll be next to him in a while and throw two packs of cigarettes down."

"good."

Zhang Jiao nodded, took out half a carton of Chinese cartons from the Volvo's center console storage box, opened two boxes, held them with one hand, drove the car little by little to the Honda, and lowered the window.

Two packs of cigarettes were thrown out.

The paparazzi was also stunned, but when he saw that the windows were down, he started taking pictures inside the car with all his strength.

The flashbulb crackled.

Xu Xin didn't mind either.

Zhang Jiao threw down her cigarette, raised the window, accelerated, and left directly.

Waiting until the Volvo walked away, the guy lowered his head and glanced at the thing thrown out from underneath.

Two boxes of Soft China.

"Tsk... quite particular."

He muttered somewhat unexpectedly.

I picked up the cigarette, wiped a handful of the snow water on my pants, put it in my pocket and started checking the photos I just took.

At first, I didn't see clearly who the woman who came to pick up Xu Xin was.

I thought I had dug up some news.

But after taking a clear picture this time, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Isn't this Yang Mi's pretty assistant?

This photo is of little value.

But...two boxes of Chinese are still one hundred and fifty.

It’s worth it too.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head:

"I should have known I would have filmed Liu Yifei."

…

There was nothing to say all the way. When he returned home, he rarely saw his father-in-law sitting on the sofa, with a small stool in front of him, a stack of peanuts on the stool, and a plate of Mushu eggs, pouring and drinking by himself.

When I saw my son-in-law coming back, I invited him to join me with a glowing face.

When Xu Xin asked what was going on, he found out... My father-in-law won 300 yuan in lottery tickets today.

Money doesn't matter.

The key is to take advantage of the good fortune and want to have a drink by yourself.

Anyway, he didn't drink much in the restaurant, so he simply brought a cup to accompany him.

While pouring the wine, I talked about what happened just now...

"What? A paparazzi took a photo of you?"

Yang Mi was a little surprised:

"My husband finally came out and became famous!!!"

"That's what I said..."

Xu Xin rolled his eyes, picked up a peanut and muttered:

"But I was quite surprised... when Jiaojiao threw the cigarette out, he slapped both of us hard..."

"It's okay."

Yang Mi shrugged:

"Who doesn't know that Jiaojiao is my assistant? I can't find any fancy news."

As she spoke, she suddenly became speechless:

"There are indeed more and more paparazzi nowadays. And the secret photography technology is becoming more and more advanced... Anyway, don't mess with me. If you mess with me, I will find Brother Yong!"

"Cough cough cough cough...what?"

Hearing the word "Brother Yong", Xu Xin suddenly coughed violently.

He looked at his wife with wide eyes:

"Brother Yong you are talking about...which brother Yong is it?"

"That's your cousin."

"..."

Xu Xin's face suddenly began to twitch.

"Old man, did you even tell you about this person?...What is he going to do?"

"...who?"

Seeing his son-in-law's reaction, Yang Dalin became a little curious.

"Well……"

Considering the nature of his father-in-law's work, he simply told Yang Mi in a subtle way:
To be continued...