bestfiction Chapter 323 Movie Premiere Ceremony
Chapter 323 Movie Premiere Ceremony
Chapter 323 Movie Premiere Ceremony
Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling hailed a three-wheeled taxi at the alley entrance, and the vehicle sputtered and chugged toward the train station.
After arriving at the train station, the two successfully boarded the night train.
The train carriages were bustling with people. More than an hour later, the train slowly pulled into the Shanghai station, and they finally arrived.
This wasn't their first time in Shanghai, and they were somewhat familiar with the city.
They arrived at their usual hotel with ease. Although it was a bit more expensive than other places, the hotel was clean and tidy with a nice environment, making them feel comfortable every time they stayed there.
Huang Ling left in a hurry this time and forgot to bring a brush and disinfectant, so the two of them gave up taking a bath and chose to stand under the shower head to wash away their sweat and odor.
It has to be said, you really do get what you pay for.
This hotel costs 45 yuan a night, which is quite expensive, but it is equipped with air conditioning, telephone, sound system, refrigerator, and hot water available 24 hours a day.
Zhuang Chaoying stood in the center of the room, looking up at the air conditioner switch on the wall. It was marked with eagle and sun characters, clearly indicating that it was imported from Xiao Ri Zi.
He flipped the switch to the "cool" setting.
Just ten minutes later, the stuffy air was dissipated, and the whole room became much cooler.
Zhuang Chaoying took a deep, contented breath and turned to Huang Ling, who was drying her hair. "Ling, wouldn't it be great if we had this air conditioner in our house? It's so cool, and all the sweat on your body would just disappear."
Huang Ling held a towel and gently rubbed her hair, feeling the cool breeze; it was really quite comfortable.
She wiped while responding earnestly.
"Chaoying, when we get back to Suzhou, let's go to the department store and see if they sell them. As long as it's under two thousand yuan, we'll buy two and install them in Xiaoting and Pengfei's rooms. They're going to take the college entrance exam soon, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. I'm worried that the two kids won't be able to handle it. We should save where we can, and spend where we can. If we can't save money, we shouldn't."
As she spoke, she thought of Tu Nan's college entrance exam. If only there had been air conditioning back then, she would have arranged it for Tu Nan without hesitation.
Zhuang Chaoying took a hair dryer from the bathroom, plugged it in, and walked behind Huang Ling.
His large hand gently ran through Huang Ling's hair, blowing on it softly as he smiled. "My wife, you're really acting like a boss now, so thoughtful. You're right to think that way. Money is just paper; it only becomes your own money when you spend it and exchange it for something. I fully support you; we'll buy it when we get back."
At 11 p.m., the two took another shower together.
Living in an air-conditioned room is so comfortable. The two of us share a towel blanket, and even when we're hugging, we don't sweat.
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In the past two years, Shanghai has developed at an astonishing pace.
The three-wheeled taxis that used to roam the streets have now been mostly replaced by cars like the Xiali and Daihatsu, and the roads are now bustling with traffic.
After having breakfast at the hotel, Zhuang Chaoying carried his luggage bag, wearing a new shirt, crisp trousers, and shiny leather shoes that A-Ling had prepared for him. He looked radiant.
Ah Ling, on the other hand, wore a dress she made herself, carried a Coach handbag, and wore delicate high-heeled shoes, exuding an elegant temperament with every move she made.
The two arrived at the hotel entrance and hailed a taxi.
"Driver, to the Shanghai International Cinema," Zhuang Chaoying said politely.
The driver was a young man wearing a pair of trendy sunglasses. He pulled the sunglasses down a bit and looked at the couple sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror, speaking in Mandarin with a Shanghai accent.
"My car is a Xiali. It costs 10.85 yuan per kilometer to get to the International Cinema. That's enough for the starting fare."
Seeing that Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling didn't speak for a moment, he thought they were scared off by the car price and became a little impatient. "Are you going or not? If you can't afford it, get off. Don't delay my business."
Huang Ling was truly shocked by the price. In the past, they had always ridden in tricycles, and the starting price was at most 80 cents.
She responded somewhat angrily, "What kind of attitude is this, young waiter? When did we say we weren't going to sit here anymore and that we were leaving?"
Seeing that the driver hadn't started the car yet, Zhuang Chaoying said, "Didn't you hear what my wife said? Let's go!" She then took out ten yuan and eighty cents from her pocket, indicating to the driver that they could leave.
After the two got out of the taxi, Huang Ling couldn't help but mutter, "Chao Ying, I should have taken the bus."
Zhuang Chaoying stood beside her, carrying her bag, and comforted her with a smile. "You're dressed so nicely, you should take a taxi. Taking the bus is crowded, and it would mess up your carefully styled hair and clothes, which would be even more inconvenient."
"Too."
Huang Ling glanced at her watch; it was already 9:30, and time was running out. "Chao Ying, let's go in quickly."
At the entrance of the Shanghai International Cinema, staff members were already lined up neatly to welcome guests.
Zhuang Chaoying took the invitation out of her pants pocket, and the staff member respectfully accepted it and led them into the movie theater.
Zhuang Chaoying noticed that A-Ling was a little nervous. After all, such an occasion was somewhat unfamiliar to her. In fact, when he went to receive an award for the first time, his legs were shaking so badly that he couldn't stand it. This was all normal.
He gently took Ah Ling's hand and placed it on his slightly bent arm, conveying a sense of reassurance to her.
Soon, they reached the front row.
The staff member called out to Director Xie, who was standing not far away, "Director Xie, writer Zhuang Anhe and his wife have arrived."
Upon hearing this, Director Xie strode over to Zhuang Chaoying, his face beaming with a warm smile. "Little Zhuang, this is your beloved. You two are truly a perfect match." He then extended his hand and firmly grasped Zhuang Chaoying's hand.
Huang Ling nodded politely to Director Xie, looking slightly reserved.
Director Xie led Zhuang Chaoying to greet everyone in the crew. "This is Mr. Zhuang Anhe, the author of the novel adapted from 'Youth in the Great Northern Wilderness'."
At this moment, Xiaoqing walked over with a smile and gently shook hands with Zhuang Chaoying a few times.
"Long time no see, Mr. Zhuang. Your novel is really good, and I look forward to watching the movie produced by our studio with you and your loved one."
Zhuang Chaoying smiled and nodded. "Comrade Xiaoqing, you flatter me. I also thank the factory for choosing my novel to be made into a movie; it's my honor. My wife, A-Ling, is a big fan of yours."
As he spoke, he gently nudged Huang Ling beside him.
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