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Xiao Mo won five yuan and bought two double-color balls.

He happily returned to the car.

"Hey, I can keep my capital this month, and I won't lose or make money."

"Are you tired of those few dollars?"

"Do you think I bought a lottery ticket? I bought a dream!"

"If you go to a security company as an executive, you will earn more in a year than you win the lottery."

"You don't understand, windfall is exciting."

"ha……"

Xu Fei yawned, let's get excited.

"By the way, there is a new lottery called Liuhe lottery recently, and it is played very well in the Northeast."

"Well, that thing is more exciting."

Xu Fei really knew.

This kind of underground Liuhe lottery was introduced from the south and soon spread to all provinces. The odds of 1:40 are enough to make people crazy.

In his previous life, he played with relatives and friends, and he lost money and made money, but it was bullshit.

Xiao Mo was nagging and driving, the car came out of Baihua Hutong, first arrived at the hotel, and then from the hotel to the venue, it took the route again.

If there is one shortcoming of this year's Golden Wutong, it must be the venue.

Many grand theaters in later generations have not yet been built, so we can only try to find a suitable one. The award ceremony is different from other events. In the urban area of ​​Beijing, it is very difficult to find a place where a large number of people can walk the red carpet outdoors.

Like the Beijing Film Festival, why did it go to Huairou? This is the factor.

"..."

Teacher Xu looked at the traffic control on both sides of the street, and thought in his mind that Mr. Zhang had to build a convention and exhibition center in the suburbs as a special venue for the Golden Wutong.

The car stopped at the entrance of a certain theater, and he got out of the car to watch.

The red carpet has been laid, about 40 meters long and 9 meters wide. In fact, foreign red carpets are very short, like Cannes, which is only 20 meters, but 20 meters can hold 200 people rubbing the red carpet, and they can walk for 30 minutes!

Incredible!

This red carpet stretches all the way to the gate, with a few steps up at the end—he'll be standing here later.

On the left is the media seat, each seat is very narrow, generally two seats are occupied by cameras, and one seat is occupied by those taking pictures. There is a small viewing platform on the right, where lucky spectators sit.

Before getting on the red carpet, the concierge car couldn't wait in a long line, so a room was built at the drop-off place. The inside is properly furnished as a temporary rest area.

These have been ordered countless times, and he checked them one last time.

…………

It was dark, and this area of ​​the capital became restless.

The media is ready to fight, with long guns and short guns; movie fans who cannot get close gather in the square, waiting for their idols to arrive. The police and security guards were on the verge of a formidable enemy, and they did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

The staff of various departments ran around, not knowing what they were busy with, but they felt flustered when they stopped.

There were no off-site hosts, only Zhang Guoli and Cao Ying were in charge of the stage, and He Jiong was strolling off the stage. The crew and behind-the-scenes personnel who don't need to walk the red carpet are already seated, and the hall is oppressive and ready to move.

"almost there."

"Um."

Xu Fei got up, walked outside the hall, and stood at the end of the red carpet.

Since the media is on the left side, the light naturally adjusts to match the left side.

Looking from his position, the red carpet presents a very wonderful visual effect, which seems to be light and dark, and light and dark are intertwined, with light and shadow floating in between.

And when the media looked at him, they also felt that they were in the light and shadow, which was blurred and clear.

The first few courtesy cars have arrived, and the guests are in the rest area.

The staff indicated that it was time to start, and the cheers of the fans soared instantly, and the scene was hot. When it was clear who was leading the charge, the sound waves rose a bit higher.

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!"

"Zhou Xingchi! Zhou Xingchi!"

The first group to step on the red carpet is the main creator of "Kung Fu", with Zhou Xingxing in the middle, Yuan Qiu, Yuan Hua, Miss Huang and Yuan Baye on both sides.

Of course they have no problem walking the red carpet, they just find it much more convenient.

There is no need to turn around and let the media take pictures, just face one side, then wave to the audience on the right, continue forward, go up the steps, and then you will see the people at the top.

"Mr. Xu!"

"Hard!"

"A long time!"

"Have a good night!"

Xu Fei stood here, shaking hands with each guest, and exchanging greetings.

Zhou Xingxing has seen many big scenes, but such a situation, such an environment, unconsciously gave birth to a subtle feeling. It seems to be taken for granted, it seems to be a matter of course, it seems to be unique.

And at this time, the second group was staying on the red carpet.

"Zhou Xun! Zhou Xun!"

"Wu Jing! Wu Jing!"

The main creator of "Taken", Zhou Xun plays Wu Jing's younger sister. There are not many scenes, mainly because of familiar faces.

There is also Donnie Yen who did not follow "Heroes", but is also in it, and the very reserved Tony Jia.

"laugh!"

After walking the red carpet, Mr. Zhou trotted up the steps, begging his father to touch his head as usual, but was forced to retreat by his eyes, so he had no choice but to become serious in seconds.

Xu Fei shook hands and exchanged greetings as usual.

Group by group, big stars who were rarely seen in the past walked across the red carpet like flowing water. No one was stingy with smiles, they were extremely friendly, and the dresses were even more impressive.

The fan's voice was already hoarse, and he was still waving his hands vigorously.

There was no commentary at the scene, but there was on TV, and the movie channel broadcasted Balabala's introduction live.

I don't know how many people passed by. There was a red carpet on one side and a theater on the other. Xu Fei was still standing there like a gatekeeper.

"Zhang Manyu! Zhang Manyu!"

"Zhang Ziyi!"

"Ahhh!"

"Hero" came over, Lao Mouzi shook hands with him seriously: "Are you plagiarizing Cannes?"

"Learn from, learn from."

Zhang Manyu pursed her lips, and exaggerated in a low voice: "Wow, god-father!"

"do you have any opinion?"

"No, I'm just an innocent retired actor."

Neither fast nor slow, most of the guests have already appeared, and the last group is the jury.

Jiang Wen and Gong Li were full of domineering, and they walked in the center without hesitation, especially Gong Li, the nickname of Emperor Gong did not just come from nothing!

A group of people go up the steps.

Gong Li wanted to be happy, but finally held back: "I won't talk about you today, it's good for you to stand here."

"..."

Jiang Wen also took a look and said, "Although I hate formality, to be honest, no one else can stand in this position."

"Thank you everyone."

"Have a good night."

Xu Fei was serious all the way, calling for several people to take pictures.

So on the steps, at the entrance of the theater, he took a photo with the first jury.

...

If the awards ceremony were only for awards, it would be over in less than an hour.

Definitely interspersed with some shows.

At the beginning Xueyou sang a song, the international chapter danced a sword, and then the host Balabala.

The first link is the leader's speech.

No matter how free it is, it still bears the name of Radio and Television, and the leader's speech is a necessary procedure. It was Leader Zhao who made the appearance. To be honest, she was a little intimidated by someone's influence and convening power.

Jinji took a lot of effort from his grandma to invite a big name, and Jin Wutong invited a big name like a meal.

She was very self-conscious, and went down after a few minutes of politeness.

"Wow, boom!"

Amidst the applause, the first award was not awarded, but Cao Ying introduced someone to the stage.

The lights were dimmed slightly to hide the figures of the two hosts, and as the door on the stage opened, Xu Fei came out.

When the light converged to one point, Teacher Xu took the microphone, changed into a more casual suit, pressed his hands down, and the applause stopped.

"He wants to talk?"

Gong Li was surprised: "He hasn't shown his face on such a big occasion, has he? Or live TV?"

"Well, I don't think so."

Jiang Wen held his chin: "He doesn't pretend anymore."