Big director

Everyone knows Shen Pingzhang's whereabouts, but what about Zhu Zimo?What was he doing after the movie went viral?

Well, according to the media tracking, he first went to Milan Fashion Week, caught a little tail - Versace actually signed an endorsement contract with him... Then he changed planes and went to San Francisco in the United States, without taking anyone with him, just followed The two assistants, looking at their posture, didn't look like they were running for publicity at all, but they seemed to be busy with personal affairs.

...He is really quite a flattering person. Which director doesn't try his best during the movie promotion period? !After all, even if the box office increased by one percentage point, it would mean astronomical amounts of money. Who would be against money?At the same time, for people in the entertainment industry, being famous is beneficial, and it is beneficial, and it can also promote fame. After all, he is still a young man who has escaped, and he is not an old man who is already calm. This style of handling things is too impressive. I want to complain!

It was this trip to San Francisco that made many Chinese movie fans suddenly realize, oh, Director Zhu's nationality is still in the United States!Although it is rumored that he really wants to become a Chinese citizen, the official has not yet confirmed it... So, he has returned home?

Zhu Zimo got off the plane in a low-key manner with two assistants.

It's a pity that this time is different from that time. With his status here, no matter how low-key he is, unless the American media are collectively blinded, no matter how low-key he is, he will definitely be caught immediately!

So, Zhu Zimo was greeted by a dozen reporters holding cameras.

"Director Zhu, did you come to America to promote the movie?"

"This year's Oscar, you have two works, how many nominations do you expect to get? How many awards?"

"Have you finally decided to come back to Hollywood?"

"I'm a reporter from xx, can you give us an exclusive interview?"

The flashing lights flashed together, and the reporters' tongues were very sharp, crackling, and their English was a little weak, so they couldn't understand what they meant.

For example, those two assistants who were said to have passed the eighth year of junior high school only listened to the general idea, and they were so anxious that sweat came out of their foreheads.

These two assistants are both men, and they are relatively burly. While working as assistants, they can also work part-time as bodyguards or something. Seeing this posture, the two of them quickly walked a few steps, trying to stop the gang of tigers and wolves outside. It's a pity that even though they were big and tall, they were killed by a group of reporters before they even met. If they weren't afraid of Zhu Zimo's status, these brutal reporters might have jumped on him directly!

"Well, I'm sorry, I'm mainly busy with some personal matters when I come back this time, and I don't have a confirmed publicity plan..."

Responding indiscriminately, when Zhu Zimo finally squeezed out of the airport, his high-end outfit was wrinkled, but he looked a little more popular.

Those foreigners who were in the waiting hall saw the movement here, and many of them looked here curiously, wanting to make sure which star it is, who can have such a ostentation... but they saw an Asian boy in the middle, who is this?All at a loss.

It's really pretty, and it's very imposing, but what kind of Asian star can make these media reporters rush to the airport to besiege them like chicken blood?

In the end, a few men in black suits and sunglasses who looked like elite bodyguards rescued Zhu Zimo. Two of them stopped the reporters, and the other two protected Zhu Zimo one after the other. , walked forward for a while, and saw an extended version of Lincoln parked at the exit, Zhu Zimo sat on it, loosened the slender tie around his neck, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Those reporters cursed a few words, and some of them left directly, but the rest also got into the car and followed the extended Lincoln closely, as if they would not give up until they reached their goals.

The driver saw this through the rearview mirror and said to Zhu Zimo in English: "Sir, do you want to get rid of them?"

"No need, just send me to this address." Zhu Zimo's expression seemed to be that those few reporters were of no importance at all.

The black driver shrugged his shoulders. Obviously, the answer he most hoped for was 'yes' rather than 'no'. 'Racing by order' was the most enjoyable thing, but unfortunately he didn't have the chance today.

"Is Larry Claw okay?" Zhu Zimo asked on the way.

"Thank you for your greetings, sir," the black driver answered him with a smile, "Mr. Sting is very good, he asked me to apologize to you on his behalf, because you came too hastily, he got the news too late, and is still stranded In New York. But he has booked a plane ticket and will be back in the afternoon."

"Don't bother him too much," Zhu Zimo shook his head and smiled, "I'm already honored to be accompanied by professionals like you."

"You are too out of touch, sir. In fact, not only Mr. Sting, but also our president Xie Yi also wants to have a pleasant interview with you. After all, based on the two cooperations, New Line is already your loyal friend. Are you friends?"

"That's right, it's a pleasure working with you." Zhu Zimo looked at the scenery outside, "I'm also looking forward to meeting Mr. Xie."

"Then, wait for the good news."

After sitting on the plane for so long, even in the comfortable first-class cabin, I am still very tired. After saying these words, Zhu Zimo closed his eyes and planned to rest for a while. After putting it down, the lights in the compartment were also turned off. With the excellent performance of the Lincoln car, even when driving at high speed, there was almost no noise. There was only soft music in the surround sound, and he quickly fell asleep.

After more than two hours, Zhu Zimo woke up.

He rubbed his eyes, opened the car window, some hot and humid air came in from outside, and all he could see was green. The black driver and a few bodyguards were standing outside at a distance. , while the two assistants were looking at the scenery from a farther place. Seeing that Zhu Zimo had finally woken up, the black driver came over and helped him open the car door: "Sir, be careful of your feet slipping, it just rained."

At this time, the rain is over and the air is very fresh, but after the sun near noon, the humidity is a little higher. If you look closely, a thin mist is evaporating from the place close to the grass.

Zhu Zimo got out of the car and looked around.

This is a very beautiful place.

Green trees, safflower, lawn, winding cobbled roads, a white-toned garden villa at the end of the line of sight, the villa is beautifully decorated, if you ignore the popularity, this is a very typical manor of the rich, but at this time But it can't bear to look at it at all, because whether it's the lawn or the flower trees, they all look like they haven't been pruned for a long time, and it seems that no one has lived there for a long time.

Zhu Zimo looked at it carefully, and his face showed emotion and sadness.

Several bodyguards, a black driver, and two assistants all surrounded him, but no one said a word, and they all quietly waited for Zhu Zimo's reaction.

Not long after, Zhu Zimo walked towards the villa.

The villa has an iron gate with a height of more than two meters. The fence is brown, and unknown vines are wrapped around it. The vines grow very well, with green stems, thinly entangled, and lavender blooms scattered on it. The small flowers against the milky white stone carvings on both sides appear to be full of interest in life. Obviously, the owner of this house must have loved his home very much before he left.

On the fence gate, a brass-colored iron general handles the gate.

Zhu Zimo touched it, and then showed a bewildered expression. After a long time, he sighed and said: "The keys of the house... I have lost them all."

"Sir, is this your home?" The black driver stepped forward, "If you are sure, I can open this lock for you. However, if you are not the owner of this home, you may face very serious charges .”

He had to ask clearly, because in the United States, trespassing on private land was a very serious crime. If the owner was at home, he even had the right to shoot the intruder directly without having to bear any legal responsibility.

Zhu Zimo raised his eyebrows, and glanced at him with a half-smile: "Of course I'm sure, otherwise I'd just leave the movie on and run all the way to someone else's house to do something... Well, yes, I I can show you the evidence!"

He took out a somewhat yellowed family portrait from his bag, which showed a family of five, grandparents, father, mother, and a child who looked about seven or eight years old. From the eyes of the child, it was obvious that this It was Zhu Zimo in childhood.Turn the photo upside down, and there are a few words written in very beautiful cursive letters on it - the Electrolux family photo in 1991, celebrating the eighth birthday of the Electrolux baby.

The people in the photos are all smiling happily, and they look like thousands of happy families.

Among the entanglement of vines, the beige house number is actually very conspicuous, and it is also written in cursive characters—Elek House.

Although it is not legal evidence such as a real estate certificate, a family photo is quite enough for these bodyguards.

The black driver bowed, and then he winked at one of the bodyguards. The bodyguard nodded, and took out a toothpick-thin wire from somewhere, and he walked to the iron lock in less than ten seconds. Within a few minutes, the lock that weighed half a catty was opened.

The iron fence door creaked and was quickly opened.

Zhu Zimo strolled in.

After walking two steps, he said to the people following him: "I want to go in alone, you can wait outside, it won't take long."

Now that he said so, several people naturally followed suit. They were far away from the gate, some returned to the car, and some took a walk nearby. Obviously, they didn't want Zhu Zimo to feel that they were in the way.

Zhu Zimo took a deep breath, and he walked to the door, just as he thought, the door was not like the fence door outside, it used a traditional iron lock, but an electronic lock - he couldn't do anything about it It's an iron guy, but the electronic lock is a piece of cake, and it's opened directly without even using an optical computer.

This is Yi Lanke's home that he pretended to use.