novellhall Chapter 60: Just More
Chapter 60: Just More
Although he was determined to "start his own business," Tian Erzhuang expressed his support.
Even Fan Binbin, who had already intended to leave Huayi Brothers, subtly expressed her desire to switch jobs to him.
However, both Tian Erzhuang and Han Sanping advised him not to refuse too firmly.
No matter what, this society is all about human relationships.
It's the same both domestically and internationally; the only difference is the way it's expressed.
Wei Yi listened attentively.
Neither refuse directly nor refuse indirectly.
He made a clean "international escape"!
Hey, I'm off filming overseas!
Early March.
New York JFK Airport.
As soon as the automatic doors of the international arrivals hall opened, a gust of cold air rushed in.
Wei Yi walked at the front, wearing a white T-shirt with the six big characters "Yanjing Film Academy" printed on the chest, and a thin down jacket over it. His hair was sticking up in all directions on the plane, like a chicken that had just left the coop.
Behind him, Fan Binbin's sunglasses covered half his face, and behind that was Huang Xiaoming—wearing a suit and tie, his neck hunched as the cold New York wind blew in.
Wei Yi glanced at him and thought to himself that this guy was really not afraid of the cold.
"Little Wei!"
Chow Yun-fat leaned half his body out from next to a black minivan.
Sunglasses pushed up to his forehead, his Cantonese-accented Mandarin cutting across half the lane: "Welcome to New York!"
"Good afternoon, Brother Fa." Wei Yi waved with a smile.
Huang Xiaoming was shrinking his neck and trying to crawl into the car when a hand grabbed his arm from the side.
"Brother Xiaoming!" Wang Baoqiang emerged from behind the third car.
He was wearing a down jacket, bundled up like a ball, and carrying two vacuum bags with small notes with English writing on them, probably from customs inspection.
The vacuum bag contained a dark, lumpy mass that looked like cured meat.
"Director Wei! I brought you some cured pork from my hometown! I was worried you wouldn't like it in America! It took a long time to get through customs, but luckily I came a while ago."
He was halfway through his sentence when he saw Gong Li rolling down the window in the first car.
Gong Li's gaze fell on the two bags of cured meat, and the corner of her mouth twitched visibly.
"Hello, Sister Li!" Baoqiang shouted in a strong voice, so loud that it drew the attention of those around him.
Gong Li gave him a thumbs up, then turned her gaze to Wei Yi and mouthed three words: "This works?"
Wei Yi shrugged and mouthed back, "No problem!"
Baoqiang carried two bags of cured meat and got into the second car, sitting down next to Huang Xiaoming.
As soon as the car door closed, he started muttering, "Brother Xiaoming, I've been here for several days. I still haven't seen that foreign woman, but she looks so formidable in the photos... I'm a little scared."
Huang Xiaoming wanted to close his eyes; he didn't want to speak.
But his kind nature, and the extra care Wei Yi seemed to give Bao Qiang, made him smile and say, "Bao Qiang, actually..."
One hour later.
Manhattan. VOGUE headquarters.
The elevator doors opened, and the double doors at the end of the corridor were wide open.
Anna Wintour sat behind her desk, her short hair perfectly styled, and everything on the desk was placed in a precise position, even the angle of the pen looked like it had been measured.
It's also possible that the measurements were taken before the arrangement was done.
Her personal assistant stood by the door, bowing slightly.
Chen Chen was the first to go in, followed by Wei Yi.
Anna looked up, her gaze sweeping down from Wei Yi's face, past the white T-shirt with six large characters printed on it, and finally stopping at the hem of the thin down jacket.
"You are..." she paused, as if choosing her words carefully, "the first person to dare to come see me dressed like this."
The translator whispered into Chinese, his tone tense.
Chow Yun-fat, who speaks excellent English, doesn't need a translator; everyone knows that the person he's referring to is Wei Yi, whose outfit is just too unfashionable.
You should know that even Baoqiang in this room was dressed head-to-toe in Armani...
Whether it looks good or not is unknown, and whether it's fashionable or not is also uncertain.
But it is ultimately a rather formal occasion.
After hearing this, Wei Yi grinned and said, "It's not that I dared, it's that I didn't have time to change."
This time, the translator didn't hesitate and translated the original words directly.
Anna paused for a moment, then smiled.
It wasn't a polite, perfunctory smile typical of social occasions; she was genuinely amused. She stood up and extended her hand across the table: "Welcome to New York, Wei."
Wei Yi grasped her hand: "Thank you. I'm starving! Is there anything to eat? The food on the plane was awful!"
The translator's face tightened again.
He opened his mouth, clearly having already considered whether this person was insulting VOGUE headquarters, before bracing himself and climbing out.
Anna laughed for several seconds this time.
"Yes, New York has a lot of delicious food. You'll be able to enjoy it in a bit." She leaned back in her chair and glanced at the three men behind Wei Yi.
Chow Yun-fat, Huang Xiaoming, and Wang Baoqiang all looked more and more reserved than the last.
Fan Binbin is the same.
Gong Li is slightly better.
"Your whole crew came?"
After finishing the translation, Wei Yi looked back.
Gong Li and Fan Binbin stood to his left and right.
Chow Yun-fat stood a little behind, Xiao Ming stood ramrod straight, and Bao Qiang thankfully didn't bring those two bags of cured meat with him.
"I owe them." Wei Yi turned his head.
Anna raised one eyebrow and didn't press the matter further. She gestured for her to sit down.
Wei Yi did not sit down.
He reached into the inner pocket of his thin down jacket and pulled out a stack of papers.
It wasn't a file folder, nor was it a tablet computer, which didn't exist at that time.
It was a stack of crumpled aviation cleaning bags.
A dozen or so sheets, stacked crookedly.
Anna's gaze fell on the stack of cleaning bags, but she didn't move.
"This...you drew it on the plane?"
"Um."
Chen Chen gasped in shock.
Having worked in the luxury brand industry for so many years, he has seen countless people submit proposals to Anna Wintour.
Some people use deluxe folders, some use the most expensive laptops, and some even commission Milanese designers to create special proposal booklets.
Not one, not a single one has ever used an airplane cleaning bag.
Wei Yi turned the first cleaning bag over and placed it in front of Anna.
There is a pencil sketch on the back.
A woman stands beneath a shattered sky.
The light shone from behind her, outlining only a golden edge on her body.
She had just finished mending the sky, and all the stones were used up, leaving her with only a handful of ashes.
She looked down at the handful of ash, as if wondering if she could squeeze out another piece.
"Gong Li Nuwa," Wei Yi said, "the goddess who was tired after mending the sky. She is the mother of mankind in our mythology, the savior of the world, one of the greatest goddesses in our mythology, or perhaps the greatest."
Anna didn't speak. She picked up the cleaning bag and brought it closer to look at the gold-edged pencil mark.
FXXK!
Anna Wintour always behaved like the most virtuous lady.
She couldn't help but curse inwardly.
That was too hasty.
but……
That damn feeling of being captivated by yourself, and by everyone else...
It has reappeared.
It actually appeared on such a simple, even incredibly sloppy, cleaning strip.
That feeling only comes when you're inhaling the purest grass.
But now...
Whether she's a goddess or not doesn't matter, whether she's from Eastern mythology or not doesn't matter either.
All she wants now is his work, anything is fine.
As long as it's new, it's fine—because after looking at the old ones for a long time, although she will still be fascinated, the feeling of being excited will gradually fade.
This indicates an overload of electronic opium, or rather, drug resistance.
Wei Yi started playing the second card.
This time it's "Flying Fan Binbin".
But not the dignified flying apsaras depicted in the Dunhuang murals.
This goddess flew for thousands of years, and finally grew tired.
She sat on a cloud, looking down and drinking water.
The light cut in from the side, hiding the entire face in shadow, with only the fingers holding the water glass illuminated.
"Fan Binbin - Flying Fairy. A fairy who has flown for thousands of years and finally wants to sit down and have a drink of water. In our mythology, she is similar to the forest nymph or lake nymph in European mythology."
Anna Wintour really wanted to say, "Stop introducing your damn myths and goddesses."
All you need to do is give more, much more!