Chapter 474 (1/2)

After the closing of the French film festival tonight, the premiere of ”devil” began in China at 12 a.m. in China.

At this time, the tickets have been fixed. With the devil winning two consecutive awards abroad, the tickets of the imperial capital have been sold out, so it is difficult to win them down.

”Are you going to see it?”

Xiao Liu was very surprised. Feng Zhongliang's eyes fell on the TV, and his face softened:

”go and have a look.”

In the past two years, Jiang se always mentioned things about his work with him. Every time he heard about it, he always scolded him. At this time, he regretted something, but could not say it. Only in this way could he express his love for his granddaughter.

Feng Zhongliang has no time to explain his changes to Xiao Liu. He just looks at Jiang Se on the TV screen, picks up his mobile phone several times, but he sighs every time and puts his hand down again.

It was very dark in the imperial capital, and almost no one dared to come out after ten o'clock in the evening.

This area has been designated as a planned new urban area by the government. Many houses have been marked as ”demolished”. After Jiang Zhiyuan was released from prison in Hong Kong, he found a house nearby and rented it.

The house is facing demolition. It is very dilapidated, and the rental price is very low. When he comes back, it is quiet around. Every step on the ground, the gravel under his feet will always make a ”squeak” sound.

He returned to the room and pushed the door open, and a damp, musty smell came to his face.

It was quiet in the room. He turned on the light, but he didn't come back for a day. Under the dim light, the simple hut could be seen at a glance. In addition to a single wire bed, there were two woven pockets containing his clothes and some simple living things in the corner.

In the corner was an old computer. He turned it on and took out the gas tank and the pan.

What happened in those days is like a dream to him now.

It was quiet at night, only the sound he made when washing the pot could be heard. Tonight, Jiang Zhiyuan's dinner was a large bowl of noodles boiled with white water, plus several vegetables that had been put for several days.

He sat down in front of the computer with a bowl in his hand. As usual, he opened the computer and found the name of ”janssel”. Most of the web pages popped up.

Today's jansser is different from before. She has become very famous in China. Her news has made the headlines in recent days, and there are various pictures of her in the French Film Festival.

It was mentioned in the news that she had made ”devil”, the praise of domestic film critics, the dispute between her and Tao Cen, and the prediction of her winning the prize at the film festival.

Jiang Zhiyuan looked at it for a while and began to eat noodles. At the top of the page, a news appeared: during the live broadcast of the French Film Festival, Jiang Zhiyuan did not hesitate to click in.

After turning the website for a while, a picture suddenly appears, which shows janssel in a purple skirt.

She was surrounded by a group of reporters and numerous microphones were handed to her.

”Miss Jiang, may I ask...”

”Madam, for the loss of the best actress award, you...”

Several times, several microphones almost hit her in the face, and the female assistant beside her tried very hard to keep the reporter away.