May 20, the fifth day of the Cannes Film Festival opening, evening.

The Abion Hotel in the center of Cannes is bright. This mid-to-high-end hotel that can be ranked in the whole of France. In the past, the male and female customers who enter and exit have always adhered to the gentlemanly and ladylike demeanor. When facing the waiter at the bottom of the hotel, they can calmly smile or give a tip.

But when I met guests today, or those with yellow skin and dark eyes, the hotel waiter not only failed to wait for the tip, but even the smiles he received were reluctant. Fortunately, the manager explained in advance, and the group of waiters could only suppress their indignation.

After all, the gap is too great, and they have long been accustomed to smiles and tips from others.

"Director Jia, Dao Wang, Dao Wu..."

"Mr. Liang Chaowei, Sister Jialing, Ziyi, Sister Chen, Miss Shuqi, Miss Lin Chiling..."

"I'm very sorry. I've talked to Sean and the others for a while and I've been delayed!"

After the waiter of Abion hotel led Gan Tao into the box, he apologized to the group of directors and actors in the circle.

As more and more Chinese filmmakers came to Cannes, Zhang Ziyi and Jia Zhangke took the initiative to launch a fundraising event, and he was naturally also invited.

And not only are the actors, but also the films of "Twenty-Four Cities" exhibited, or all the crews of films such as "Painted Skin", "Red Cliff", "East Evil and West Poison" who came to Cannes for other reasons can participate.

In short, as long as you are in Cannes and are a Chinese, you will receive this invitation.

In addition, some foreign male and female celebrities, such as Julie, who are interested in charity, were invited.

"If I have time, I will definitely go to Wen City to see it! God bless them!"

"Thanks!"

Faced with Julie's kindness, he could only express his gratitude emptyly. Although he did not participate in the fundraising plan and did not know the fundraising process, he also understood how much money he could get at night was the most important thing.

Don’t say that he is superficial. You have to understand what happened once, or after he became famous, he was the little guy who made money for dirt, but now he knows that he can’t use it all, which is really good!

He and Julie didn't know each other at all. If it weren't for the judge's identity this time, they probably hadn't even heard of his name. After a brief chat, the two of them smiled and took the initiative to separate.

"Old Jia, is the hotel specifications too high? Don't make good things bad?" Looking at the dazzling array of food on the Western dining table, he came to Jia Zhangke and said with concern.

In fact, what he wanted to say in his heart was "How good it would be to donate with this money", but after all, the two of them had only known each other for two days, so he couldn't blame others.

"We don't pay for the evening activities, and some people are willing to pay for it on their own initiative! Otherwise, how could we come to such a good hotel? Besides, there are no ordinary hotels in Cannes at this stall!"

"You Kaizi!" Looking at Lao Jia's bitter face with a little eyebrows, he subconsciously thought. But now it is not to discuss who attracted Kaizi, but to make these rich people generously donate.

It was not long before the fundraiser Zhang Ziyi said and she burst into tears. The shocking scenes appeared in conjunction with the projection. Not only did a bunch of Chinese actors wet their eyes, but older foreigners also began to wipe the corners of their eyes, and the entire box was silent.

When a teacher used his arms to spread his wings to protect the two students, causing them to be stiff so that they could not move away from anything. He had to use a saw blade to cut off his arms so that the two students could be rescued, this true deed of fighting for death to live instantly made Gan Tao cry. He could no longer listen and hurriedly avoided the crowd and went to the bathroom.

For eight days, what he knew and heard about the natural disaster in China was tragic, so pitiful, and the pictures he saw were also collapsed, broken walls, crying, and nothing else.

No one told him what the specific situation was, and he had never experienced such a scene, and he could not imagine the picture at all.

All I have in my memory is numbers, numbers, numbers, but behind the numbers, the city and the people there are no way to know what they are experiencing.

So, after hearing all the things just now, he just wanted to return to China immediately. He might not have more money to support him, but at least he still had some strength. He thought that if he could do more, his tight heart would be calmer.

"Brother Cheng Long?" In front of the bathroom mirror, I was worried that I could not return to the country for the time being, so I could only lit a cigarette and calmed down Gan Tao suddenly saw the action superstar of Xiangjiang, and it was also another Cheng Long who became famous for his kung fu movies since Mr. Bruce Lee!

"It's you. I know you. Gan Tao, right?"

Looking at Cheng Long, who was prompted by the assistant beside him three times in a row, he barely called Gan Tao, he didn't take it seriously. The two of them had a place in the entertainment industry day by day, and he would not be able to make people think of him as a swollen person.

"Why didn't I see my elder brother just now?"

"I just flew from Sichuan Province." Cheng Long's plain words, Gan Tao couldn't help but ask carefully, but when he thought that the time was wrong, the place was wrong, and the people were wrong, he had to give up.

After all, Cheng Long's reputation is there, and it is one thing to be willing to pay attention to it. Moreover, this person has mixed reputations and bad reputations, and the polarization is too serious. He cannot judge what this person's personality looks like based on his memory.

He left the bathroom first, and donated the private room. After Fan Cheng donated 300,000 yuan on behalf of the crew of "Painted Skin", he did not choose to stay for the thank-you banquet and led Zhou Qing back to the hotel.

"I found out, why are you talking nonsense now?" On the way back to the hotel, he turned his head to glance at Zhou Qing who was following behind and sighed.

"What's wrong with Wen City?"

"Is there anything else?"

"Brother, it's not that I'm not talking nonsense, but that you are too concerned about this disaster. I really can't figure out what's wrong with you? Donating 100 million is not enough? Isn't we enough to cry twice? We're also doing our best?" Zhou Qing twisted his forehead and said, feeling puzzled, "What have you become so sentimental before?"

"Oh, you don't understand. I'll feel better if I do more things, and I'll feel guilty!"

Zhou Qing said speechlessly, "I agree with some sadness. After all, I am a compatriot. I feel guilty. I think you are crazy about filming literary and artistic movies. Don't take "Childhood in the South". If you are depressed, no other Yaya can awaken you!"

"You can't expect me to make it better?" After saying that, he thought for a while, frowned and said, "Besides, I have never heard of depression again!"

"You can't say that anything can happen to you. Even if nothing happens, you can still do something by yourself!"

"It's necessary to mock me like this?"

"It's really no ridicule!"

While Zhou Qing shook her head seriously, she couldn't help but complain in her heart, "Tongxin Film has been made known to you all over the country. Online netizens just swear to only go to Tongxin Cinema to watch movies in this life. Isn't this a big deal?"

The five flavors were mixed until May 26th. When the chairman of the judges Sean Pan announced that the Palme d'Or won the film, that is, the best film was "Classroom Storm", Gan Tao's first judges' journey to the judges was completely over.

He had long been unable to hold back his heart, so he refused the next movie forum, interviewed by two European media, and led Zhou Qing to the airport impatiently.

In the airport hall, Zhou Qing glanced at him and suddenly said, "Brother, I think you don't go back, just fly to Egypt!"

"Mystery, why am I going to Egypt?" He was puzzled.

"Mr. Cai, the sect master, will take his artists to Egypt for a while. You just happened to be reunited with your old classmates. It's not that I want you to go, it was specially invited by your old classmates!"
Chapter completed!