"Sun Hao!"
At noon on October 29th, at the exit of Incheon International Airport, Han Shanye, who was dressed in gray winter clothes, waved his hand violently.
"Hello, Mr. Han!"
Sun Hao dragged the big box and walked a few steps quickly, hugged him, and said with a smile, "Why did you come to South Korea in person?"
"I'm afraid that if you can't figure it out, there will be some accidents, so I come here and keep an eye on it."
Knowing Sun Hao's habits, Han Shanye spoke straight. Let go of your hand, look around a bit, and wonder: "You wear so little, aren't you cold?"
"good!
The main reason is that I have good physical fitness. Even in South Korea, the temperature is similar to that of Hong Kong Island. "Sun Hao, who was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, did a standard bodybuilder move to show off his muscles.
[To tell the truth, I have been using Mimi to read and update books recently, switch sources, read aloud with many timbres, and both Android and Apple can be used. 】
"Mr. Han, don't listen to Sun Hao's nonsense. This guy is mainly worried about changing clothes in the bathroom, so he came out bravely. In fact, he is quite cold." Put on a thin sweater and a suit jacket As soon as Yu Dong left the terminal, he exposed Sun Hao's background.
"Hahaha…"
Looking at the embarrassed Sun Hao, Han Shanye and Yu Dong burst out laughing.
After exchanging pleasantries, the three of them got into the Hyundai car brought by Han Shanye, and went straight to the center of Seoul along the airport express line.
"Sun Hao..."
"Um?"
"According to your request, I have already prepared the preliminary work for you, and now I am waiting for you to start working.
But before that, I have a question, I hope you can help me answer it? "
"President Han, please speak."
"Three days ago, the post that suddenly appeared on South Korea's network, did you post it?"
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It rained heavily overnight, and the next morning, it had stopped. The sun is hot, and the water vapor evaporates in the air, giving it a damp warmth.
In the room, the thin pink curtains were baked a little transparent by the sun, and the body was hot, especially, the two were sleeping together with the quilt covered.
And, still naked.
Cui Zhiyou was pillowed on the arm of his little boyfriend Li Zhenyu, his head was buried in his neck, his hands were tightly wrapped around his back, and his legs were disheveled, hanging tightly on his waist.
Li Zhenyu opened his eyes, feeling very strange.
Four days ago, she was still a high-ranking female star, and she was just an ordinary high school student, but because of the protest against the movie "Train to Busan", the two people who obviously didn't know each other came together.
Well, up to now, still in bed.
"Zhen Yu, what are you thinking?"
At this time, Cui Zhiyou woke up leisurely, rubbed against her boyfriend's arms, and then raised his head.
"I didn't think about anything." Li Zhenyu sat up, took out a cigarette from the bedside table, lit it, and spit beautifully.
Although he is only in the third year of high school this year, he is already a smoker.
"Are you still going today?" Cui Zhiyou lay on his boyfriend's body, playing with his two little **** with his fingers.
"Of course I did!
It will be Halloween soon, and this time, we will make the Chinese director Sun Hao pay the price for insulting us Koreans. Li Zhenyu, with a cigarette in his mouth, said harshly.
But at this moment, the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
"Hey, Zhenyu, where are you?"
"Sleeping in the hotel, what's wrong?"
Just now, when we arrived at Gwanghwamun Square, we found that workers were constructing here, saying that they wanted to build a 12 x 24-meter super-large screen for our protest..."
"real?"
"Of course, Senior Park Jimmy said that with this super big screen, we can gather 250,000 people to put pressure on the authorities tonight, so come quickly, too."
"Okay, we'll be there right away!"
Even holding Cui Zhiyou, the excited Li Zhenyu jumped up from the bed.
Well, physical fitness is so strong!
...
Before four o'clock in the afternoon, more than 50,000 people had gathered in the huge Guanghuamen Square, and the formation was huge.
Kbs reporter Liu Zaishi adjusted his glasses with his hand and walked through it, trying to find some characteristic protesting students to interview.
But before he found it, a girl stepped forward and grabbed Liu Zaishi's microphone with her hand.
"Reporter, I have something to say!"
"Oh, please tell!" Liu Zaishi immediately signaled the photographer behind him to turn on the camera.
"We have been fighting here for three days, and every day we strongly appeal to the authorities to make them pay attention to our request and block Sun Hao's movie "Travel to Busan", at least within the scope of South Korea, but the officials, why? Why don't you do it?"
If there is one, there are two, and if there are two, there are three!
As soon as the girl finished speaking, a boy stood up and said, "I have watched "Kun Chi Yan", and I have also watched "Source Code". To be honest, Sun Hao is a very talented screenwriter and director.
But no matter how talented he is, he can't openly insult us Koreans in the movie.
Now, I just want to ask the camera lens, Sun Hao, why do you let us Koreans die in the movie, while you Chinese live happily? "
"good!
Some officials in the government have been explaining that Korea A has a small territory, so we should treat artistic creation with an inclusive attitude.
But is this artistic creation?
Completely let the Koreans become zombies in the movie, and then let them be rescued by the Chinese.
What's even more ridiculous is that the Koreans in the movie are still played by their Chinese! "
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Six o'clock in the evening~www.mtlnovel.com~ The sky has gradually darkened, and the ground lights around Gwanghwamun Square have also been turned on.
James, a special correspondent stationed in Seoul, stood in a nearby office building, facing the camera lens and making a real-time connection with domestic TV stations.
"Hello, beautiful hostess lady!"
"Hello, James!
Please describe to the audience in front of the TV what you observed on the spot. "
"Okay, hostess.
Dear viewers, I am in Seoul at the moment, and the Gwanghwamun Square, a very beautiful landmark building, is under my feet. So far, according to police statistics, there have been more than 200,000 protesters in the square, and the number is still increasing.
Well...you can follow the camera lens now. "
"Okay, we've seen what's going on, James.
One thing is not clear now, is it true that these students or young people are asking for something as simple as that, and they only ask the South Korean authorities to ban the screening of "Train to Busan"? "
"Yes, it's that simple!"
"Then why couldn't the South Korean authorities agree to their request at that time? As far as I know, it seems that the protest has been going on for more than four days, right?"
"I don't know the specifics, but there seems to be rumors that when the crew of "Train to Busan" was filming in South Korea, the producer China Film Group seemed to have signed an agreement with the South Korean authorities. Reasons to ban the film, otherwise the mainland art market will never be open to South Korea.”
And just as James was talking to the camera lens, downstairs, the huge screen on Gwanghwamun Square suddenly lit up. Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!