novelraw Chapter 120 The trend after Hollywood is me
Chapter 120 The trend after Hollywood is me
January 30, 2003, 9 p.m.
Capital International Airport.
There weren't many people at the international arrivals gate of Terminal 2.
Several drivers holding signs leaned against the railing smoking, and occasionally someone pushed out a luggage cart, the sound of the wheels rolling over the ground echoing in the empty hall.
Qian Lang stood by the exit, hands in his pockets, looking at the flight information on the display screen with a bored expression.
CA982, New York to BJ, departs at 13:55 and is scheduled to arrive at 16:20.
A moment later, the loudspeaker came on.
"Flight CA982 from New York to Beijing has arrived..."
Qian Lang smiled.
The person who called him yesterday was Zhang Ying, who lives in New York.
The two had a conversation once during the Chinese New Year.
I don't know where Zhang Ying got his phone number.
Picking up classmates at the airport was a nice experience.
For the past six months or so, he's either been calculating his fate or scheming against others.
Picking up his classmate made him feel very relaxed.
People started pouring out.
First came the business class passengers, dressed in suits, pulling their carry-on suitcases, walking hurriedly.
Then there were the economy class passengers, traveling with their families, carrying large bags and small packages, their faces showing the fatigue of a long flight.
He glanced into the crowd.
Then I saw her.
Zhang Ying pushed her luggage cart out, walking slowly and calmly.
Her hair was down, and she wore a light blue dress, which caught Qian Lang's eye.
Qian Lang raised his hand and waved it.
Zhang Ying saw him and smiled.
She slowly walked over, and Qian Lang took the suitcase from her hands and spoke.
"Are you tired?"
"It's alright, it's just..."
Zhang Ying paused for a moment, then continued speaking.
"I want to eat Peking duck from Quanjude, hot pot mutton from Donglaishun, and... it would be even better if I could also have the Manchu Han Imperial Feast from Fangshanzhuang."
Qian Lang rolled his eyes at her.
"I'll buy you a plane ticket, you should go back."
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Ying laughed.
Qian Lang looked at her and smiled, then spoke.
"Old classmate, long time no see!"
Zhang Ying stopped laughing and looked at Qian Lang.
"haven't seen you for a long time!"
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Qian Lang settled Zhang Ying in the Jianguo Hotel.
I was worried that she might need to rest after a long flight.
I'll come find her later.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ying said that she had already adjusted to the time difference on the plane.
have to.
Qian Lang has lived two lifetimes and still doesn't know how to adjust to the time difference on a plane.
After waiting in the hotel lobby for about ten minutes, Zhang Ying came downstairs.
It was almost five o'clock, so the two headed straight for Quanjude.
At 5:30 PM, Quanjude is still not at its actual mealtime.
There were only three or five tables in the hall, mostly occupied by tourists who were taking pictures of the old photos on the wall.
The waiter led them to a window seat. Outside the window was Qianmen Street; dusk had just fallen, the streetlights weren't fully on yet, and the signs across the street were lighting up one by one.
Zhang Ying sat down, took the menu, flipped through a couple of pages, and her eyes lit up.
"Peking duck, duck bone soup, mustard duck feet, stir-fried duck heart..." She rattled off four dishes in one breath, then looked up at Qian Lang, "Is that enough?"
"Can you finish it?"
"Take away any leftovers."
Zhang Ying spoke with righteous indignation.
"I flew for more than ten hours just for this taste."
Qian Lang smiled and waved for a waiter.
The ducks weren't served very quickly.
While waiting, Zhang Ying rested her chin on her hand and stared blankly out the window.
"New York also has Quanjude."
She suddenly said.
"Is it tasty?"
"Not at all."
Zhang Ying shook her head.
"The ducks over there don't have crispy skin when roasted, and the meat is dry. My classmate said it's because the breed of ducks there is wrong. It's called Beijing-style stuffed duck, but once it leaves Beijing, it's no longer called Beijing-style stuffed duck."
Qian Lang poured her tea.
"You spent two years in New York researching this?"
"Research how to make money."
Zhang Ying picked up her teacup and took a sip.
"And while we're at it, let's research food."
When the duck was served, Zhang Ying's eyes shone brighter than the duck skin.
The chef pushed the cart over and, with swift strokes, sliced the duck skin thinly, so thin it was translucent.
Zhang Ying is taking pictures with her phone.
"Is your resolution good enough?"
Qian Lang asked a question.
These days, mobile phones have cameras, but the photos they take are...well, let's just say they're not great.
"It's none of your business."
Zhang Ying continued filming.
Qian Lang thought to himself, "So the phone gets eaten first, it's started so early."
He picked up a lotus leaf pancake, spread it in his palm, put two pieces of duck skin in it, dipped them in sweet bean sauce, added a few scallion shreds, rolled it up, and handed it to Zhang Ying.
"Eat up, stop filming."
Zhang Ying took it, took a bite, and narrowed her eyes into slits.
"That's the taste!"
Qian Lang rolled one up himself, took a bite, and the fat from the duck skin melted in his mouth. The sweet and salty flavor of the sweet bean sauce and the spiciness of the scallions mixed together, which was indeed delicious.
"How long are you staying this time?"
he asks.
"I'm leaving tomorrow."
Zhang Ying swallowed what was in her mouth.
My cousin is getting married, and I'm going back for the wedding. I'm passing through Beijing, so I thought I'd drop by and see you.
"By the way?"
"It depends on you."
Zhang Ying picked up another piece of duck skin.
"I'll also be attending the wedding."
"Haha, that's more like it."
After eating most of the duck, Zhang Ying put down her chopsticks, wiped her hands, and suddenly became serious.
"Qian Lang, I need to tell you something."
"explain."
"I looked up Harvey Weinstein, whom you mentioned to me during the Chinese New Year."
Zhang Ying said.
Qian Lang was taken aback.
That's what he said back then to show off; I didn't expect Zhang Ying to actually check it.
"What, what did you find out? Do you remember his red sofa?"
Qian Lang said jokingly.
"What sofa?"
"Haha, it's nothing, please continue."
"Your character is truly remarkable; I've discovered you have a keen eye."
indeed!
Previously, Zhang Ying only paid attention to Hollywood stars.
When I checked during my last trip back to the US, I was shocked.
Celebrities are nothing compared to Harvey Weinstein.
"Qian Lang, you said last time that your goal was Harvey, is that true?"
Zhang Ying asked seriously.
Qian Lang blinked at her.
What the hell?
he?
Is a small-time entertainment boss in Beijing who made his fortune through ruthlessness and bravado now aiming to become Harvey Weinstein?
But even if the person falls, the person's image must remain intact.
"certainly!"
Qian Lang said calmly.
It seemed as if Harvey Weinstein was already his for the taking.
Zhang Ying glanced at him for two seconds.
He asked.
"Do you know what the current trends in Hollywood are?"
Qian Lang was still eating.
But suddenly the duck didn't taste so good anymore.
He doesn't like chatting with human elites because they ask questions all the time.
However, when it's time to show off, he can't back down.
After finishing his duck, Qian Lang took a tissue and gently wiped his mouth.
talking.
"I don't know, but..."
He paused for a moment.
"I'm the future of Hollywood!"
Zhang Ying's mouth was slightly open.
All the words I wanted to say were shut down.
Qian Lang chuckled at her expression.
When it comes to showing off, who is he afraid of?
But Zhang Ying's words just now also touched him.
Hollywood!
You can make money much faster there than in the country.
If we disregard fate, he would definitely be trying to get into Hollywood right now.
Thinking about it, he checked the system.
I want to see how much fate value Hollywood movies will be worth in the future.
one look.
I was stunned.