Chapter 1107

the microphone was passed to Liu Haocun.

This was almost a giveaway question, and the standard answer had just been given.

If she had even a little bit of brain, she could have copied some complimentary words from Ni Ni's vocabulary.

But Liu Haocun only said two words.

Regarding her evaluation of Director Zhang Yimou.

"Simple!"

When this word was heard,

the industry was in an uproar, and Zhang Yimou could only force a bitter smile.

Old Zhang had dominated the film industry for nearly forty years; it was the first time he had heard the word "simple" applied to himself. It was a long-lived sight!

If the person who said this hadn't been Liu Haocun, she would likely have been completely banned from the Chinese-speaking world after stepping off the stage.

Who told him to raise such a silly daughter!

He could only accept his bad luck.

Afterward, Zhang Yimou hoped the reporter would give her another chance.

He helped Liu Haocun get a special interview.

And the first question nearly gave Old Zhang a heart attack.

Reporter: "Do you think you are talented?"

Liu Haocun: "Hmm... how could I not be? (Hee hee)"

Zhang Yimou's eye bags twitched:

"Hee hee your mother's..."

Feng Xiaogang wasn't having an easy time either.

When others participated in girl group variety shows, they were fresh, cute, and lively.

But Yu Shuxin, only twenty years old, actually gave off an "oily" vibe.

Shouldn't acting cute be gentle and make people want to spoil you?

Why did this girl's acting cute feel so disgustingly artificial!

It was truly absurd; it was absurdity opening the door for absurdity—absurd to the extreme.

Especially that affected, pretentious coquetry, like a thousand-year-old demon wearing a cheongsam.

It wasn't the first time Feng Xiaogang had been coerced by capital, but this time, he felt the pain of being unable to sleep at night.

Therefore, before the Golden Rooster Awards, Zhang Yimou and Feng Xiaogang had decided to throw these two hot potatoes to Lin Yu to solve.

"You are Lin Yu?"

Yu Shuxin pushed open the box door first.

Seeing Lin Yu sitting steadily on the sofa with his legs crossed, she said with disdain.

"Looks average."

"Not as handsome as I imagined."

Liu Haocun pursed her lips and snorted.

"You two are also average."

Lin Yu was neither humble nor arrogant; he didn't even lift his eyelids, saying it casually.

"Cough, cough."

"We won't join you young people's gathering."

Seeing this, Feng Xiaogang and Zhang Yimou hurriedly said goodbye and fled.

"Who are you calling average?"

"Even Wang Sicong wouldn't dare say that to me."

Liu Haocun and Yu Shuxin had never been bullied, especially in private, where everyone was humble and respectful.

Seeing a young man dare to evaluate them like this, they were like a powder keg being ignited.

"Wang Sicong?"

"He's also average."

Lin Yu raised his hand to scratch his cheek, saying it lightly.

"???"

"Heh."

"You are really so self-confident!"

Yu Shuxin and Liu Haocun sneered.

They had thought Lin Yu was someone, but now it seemed he was just a frog in a well, a clown.

Not even as good as some rich second-generation playboys!

"In feudal society, they bound small feet; you two look like you've had your small brains bound."

Lin Yu retorted calmly.

When it came to street fighting, if he ranked second, no one dared to rank first.