After a flight of more than 10 hours, Shen Fang and his group finally landed without saying a word. As soon as they landed, they were surrounded by flight attendants, captains, and others who insisted on taking a group photo.
Shen Fang laughed: "Senior brother, I told you, look how famous you are now."
Zhang Yimou waved his hand, smiled, and took a group photo with the captain, flight attendants, and others.
As soon as everyone passed through security, a huge crowd gathered behind them, looking at Zhang Yimou with admiring eyes.
"Hero!!! Hero!!! Hero!!!"
Zhang Yimou bowed to everyone: "Thank you, thank you all for recognizing my work."
The crowd grew larger and larger, with a massive throng wanting to take photos. Airport security quickly mobilized, forming a human wall on both sides. Chen Fang, Zhang Yimou, and the others walked quickly, and finally emerged from the airport terminal five minutes later.
As soon as they stepped out of the hall, good heavens, Shen Fang, Liu Qianqian, Lao Yizi, and Shen Kun were all startled.
A huge banner was erected outside the door, which read:
"Congratulations to director Zhang Yimou on his triumphant return! A true hero!!!"
The media reporters rushed over like madmen, flashing their cameras non-stop for at least three minutes, making Shen Kun's eyes a little blurry.
The CCTV reporter squeezed and pushed his way through the crowd, finally managing to get in front of Zhang Yimou, and excitedly looked at him with a microphone in hand.
"Director Zhang Yimou, what are your thoughts on the huge success of 'Hero' in North America? Is there anything you'd like to say to everyone?"
Zhang Yimou chuckled into the microphone, "I want to thank everyone for their support, and especially my junior colleague and boss, Shen Fang." He then patted Shen Fang on the shoulder. The media shoved their cameras into Shen Fang's face, and he smiled slightly.
"I also want to thank the leaders of official film and television departments such as China Film Group and the Publicity Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China for their support, thank the Chinese Embassy in the United States for their support, and thank everyone for their love of my work. Thank you all, thank you! Without you, there would be no heroes!!!"
Shen Fang took the microphone.
"Director Zhang hasn't had a proper rest for over 10 hours and has been filled with excitement the whole way. Please forgive us, but we'll have to end the interview here today. The film will be taken off the screens in 5 days, and we'll be holding a celebration banquet at the Beijing Theater. We invite you all to come and have a drink with us then."
After saying this, Huang Bin, who had been waiting for a long time, led the company's security personnel to create a human wall path for everyone. Zhang Yimou waved and smiled, turning back every few steps, before getting into the Mercedes-Benz van.
The car started.
Shen Kun tugged at his tie.
"Phew, goodness, that's scary. There must be hundreds of reporters here today, my god."
Shen Fang laughed: "This was all arranged by President Han and Minister Zhang of the Central Propaganda Department. Just wait, we'll probably see news of our return to China on major platforms and TV stations tonight. Senior brother, you'll probably have to work hard these next few days. There will probably be one interview program after another interviewing you."
Zhang Yimou smiled wryly: "I'm already quite old, don't bother me."
"Director Zhang, you're the number one person in our film and television industry now. Everyone's waiting for your instructions," Huang Bin joked.
Zhang Yimou waved his hand.
"What are you lecturing me about? I just got lucky. I have no right to lecture you. Junior brother, don't push me too high, or I'm afraid I'll fall."
Shen Fang laughed loudly: "If you hadn't been grinning like you were going to eat someone alive, I would have really believed you, Senior Brother."
Zhang Yimou burst into laughter, his mood at that moment like that of someone riding a swift horse in the spring breeze, enjoying the sights of Chang'an in a single day. Although he was already famous, this was now his peak.
"Director Zhang, President Shen, we're having a lunch party at Baijia Restaurant with President Han, Director Tong, and some other leaders to welcome Director Zhang back."
Shen Fang lit a cigarette and glanced at Zhang Yimou.
"Senior, shall we go straight there, or should we change our clothes?"
"Change your clothes. It's been more than ten hours of flying. Wash your face and change your clothes. You should look presentable when you meet your superiors."
Shen Fang pinched Liu Qianqian's little face.
"I'll take you home first, and then I'll pick you up at noon."
Liu Qianqian nodded.
"OK."
The driver took Liu Qianqian back to the villa, and Shen Fang carried a large pile of Liu Qianqian's shopping spoils.
Liu Xiaoli had been waiting for a long time, and quickly took the suitcase.
"Director Zhang, what did you buy? It's so heavy."
Shen Fang smiled and said, "Qianqian bought you quite a few bags and other things, including some toiletries."
"Mom, I bought you a really beautiful leather coat. I'm sure you'll love it," Liu Qianqian said sweetly to her mother.
Liu Xiaoli touched Liu Qianqian's little face.
"You've spent so much money again, Brother Chen Fang."
"Look at what you're saying. Isn't it only right that I show you respect? We're family, aren't we? Aunt Liu, I'm leaving now. I have a lunch party at noon. The boss is hosting a welcome dinner for Director Zhang. You and Qianqian, get ready and we'll have lunch together."
Liu Xiaoli was very happy to hear this, but then felt it was a bit inappropriate: "The boss is hosting a welcome dinner for Director Zhang, would it be inappropriate for us to go?"
Shen Fang waved his hand: "What's wrong with that? I'll come pick you up in a bit."
Shen Fang turned around and got into the car. Huang Bin drove Shen Fang, Lao Mouzi and others to the Xishan Villa.
As soon as he entered, Fan Xiaopang, who had been waiting for him, pounced on him and snuggled into Shen Fang's arms like a sloth, greedily inhaling Shen Fang's scent.
Shen Fang cupped Fan Xiaopang's pert buttocks with both hands.
"Director Zhang is still here. I brought you a gift. Come down quickly."
Upon hearing this, Fan Xiaopang turned his head and saw Zhang Yimou smiling at him. He immediately felt a little embarrassed, quickly got off Shen Fang, and took Shen Fang's arm, pressing it against his.
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