"Hahaha!"

"Where did you find a bunch of strange-shaped foreigners?"

"Look at his beard, like two broom bumps."

"Haha! It's so funny!"

The movie is played with several new movies by Chaplin, and the cinema is full of laughter and it is very lively.

Movies in this period are silent films, the pictures are the only source of information, and laughter is the best catalyst for comedy films.

Even though Fernan had seen it many times, he was very excited to watch it in this environment.

The most enthusiastic response was "The Military Record". The audience in the turmoil resonated with the stories that happened in the film, and they continued to discuss them until they left the theater.

After watching the movie, it was already noon.

Feng Chengcheng was still unsatisfied and couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Zhuo is so amazing. When can we Chinese make such a movie?"

"It won't take long."

Fernan smiled, but his tone was certain.

Feng Chengcheng looked at him with his head tilted, and said with a smile: "You invite me to a movie, then I'll treat you to a meal."

"Don't you have to go home with your family?"

Fernan asked in confusion.

"It's okay, there are many guests at home today. My father is busy accompanying the guests, and the second mother and the others are also busy playing mahjong. I'm the same person when I go back."

As she said that, she pulled Huanhuan's hand and said with a smile: "Also, Huanhuan and I agreed to treat her to eat, how can we not keep our word?"

"Oh well!"

Fernan smiled and said, "Where to eat?"

“I know there is a French restaurant not far from here.”

Feng Chengcheng said, jumping into the car first, like a dexterous little deer.

The three of them got into the car and came to the restaurant she mentioned.

This restaurant is run by French, and most of the people who come here to eat are foreigners.

They found a seat by the window, and the three of them ordered something and chatted casually.

Two businessmen sat next to the table, as if they were drinking too much, and the sound was a little loud and floated over.

"I heard that the war is about to go to another war."

"Really? Where can I hit it?"

"Who knows? No matter where you hit it, you can't hit Shang Hai anyway, so what are you afraid of?"

"Oh! I'm afraid it's another Eight-Nation Alliance! Now he's a foreigner, he dares to ride on our necks and shit. It's not easy to do business now! You have to take care of everything and pretend to be a grandson every day!"

"Yes! I went to the bank that day and met a Neon Chinese. I got into my team and was cursing. What's even more annoying is that I didn't dare to retaliate. How frustrating do you think?"

"If you can, be patient, be patient! Be kind and make money. Let's point to others to make money! Are you playing with others like a martial artist? Even if you play with them, you can't beat them! Have you read the newspaper? A few days ago, there was a boxer named Huo who competed with Russian strongmen and asked them to be beaten to death!"

"What can I do? If you die in the concession, you will die in vain if you beat him to death. Can you control the foreigners? Who dares?"

"That's right! Alas! In my opinion, it's the world of foreigners now. People have guns and cannons, but are they still afraid of our fists and feet? They are not afraid of swords and swords! They are all for feeding guns to others."

"Live honestly! Make some money and as long as you don't fight, everything is easy to say."

"Yes! As long as you don't do it, what's the money? You'll earn it if you don't have it!"

"That's it! How are foreigners? After we spend money, they still have to make steak for us?"

"Haha! Come and have a drink!"

"Done!"

...

"Are you sick? Why are you absent-minded?"

Feng Chengcheng reached out and shook his hand in front of Fenan's eyes.

"Um?"

Fernan came to his senses: "What did you say?"

"I said, I plan to study in France."

Feng Chengcheng said seriously: "I have seen too many of them in Peking in the past few years, which disappoints me. Perhaps contacting some fresh environments, people and things can help me find my direction again."

"No matter how you choose, I respect your choice."

Fenan took a sip of coffee: "What do you want to learn?"

"Art, literature, and better movies."

A hint of longing appeared in Feng Chengcheng's eyes: "I want to be a great film artist."

"I wish you success."

Fernan toasted her with coffee and lowered her head to sip.

The meal was delivered, and the three of them had a meal while chatting.

Feng Chengcheng talked about her movie dream with great enthusiasm, and Fernan just listened silently, responding from time to time, feeling a little confused.

Could it be that Feng Chengcheng wants to engage in the film industry because of his reasons?

Why is the corresponding task not triggered?

After a meal, Feng Chengcheng was still a little unsatisfied.

"Mr. Fei, you really know how to chat."

Listening to her praise, Fernan looked even more strange. He didn't even say a few words.

"Let's have a walk together?"

After leaving the restaurant, Feng Chengcheng was still very excited, so he asked Uncle Xiang to go home first and invited Fernan to take a walk together.

Fernan had something to discuss with her, so he agreed and accompanied her towards the French Concession.

Today's movie made him have an idea.

Among the emerging tasks, the latter condition is relatively simple for him, but not completely undifficult.

One million silver dollars is not a small amount, and even Feng Jingyao can't take it out at once.

He currently has less than 3,000 yuan of start-up capital. The easiest way to quickly increase his capital is to bet.

Shanghai has many gambling files, and even Feng Jingyao runs several.

But the gambling business is not very fast, and the flow of money is far less than that of other entertainment projects.

Moreover, it is difficult to get so much money by gambling.

Even Shanghai's largest gambling boss, Long Si's first rival, Shanghai's gambling king Dong Qishan, has a net worth of only more than 200,000 yuan.

And this is already the overlord of the entire Shanghai gambling world.

Even if Fei Nan cut off the slap in the first place and got Dong Qishan's wealth, it would only be more than 200,000 yuan, which is far from one million yuan.

And when his reputation became famous, it would be difficult to win money by gambling, and no one would take the initiative to give him money.

So, if he wants to make a million yuan in a short period of time, there are only two ways.

The first type is to catch a fat sheep and rob a bamboo shoot.

Whoever has money or earns, including Feng Jingyao, tycoons, merchants, consuls of the four countries, and even the Beiyang government, can be his target.

This channel has the highest benefits, but also the greatest risks, making it more difficult to operate.

Another method is to cut leeks.

The most profitable business is often a small profit but quick turnover.

This kind of money comes easily, but it is more conscience-free.

However, he figured out a method that could combine these two methods, win-win situations for all parties and get what they need, but it only requires a certain amount of start-up capital and manpower cooperation.

At present, Feng Jingyao is the only one who can help him.

If you want to deal with Feng Jingyao, you have to go through Feng Chengcheng.

Listening to Feng Chengcheng's high-profile discussion, Fernan thought about how to speak to her. Before he knew it, he had already walked to the door of a dojo.

"Roar! Drink!"

There were shouts in the temple, as if someone was practicing.

Fei Nan looked up and saw a few big words written above the main entrance of the temple, Hongkou temple.

At the main entrance, there was a young man in Zhongshan suit, looking at the gate of the dojo with a serious face, clenching his fists.
Chapter completed!