Divine Lucky Star
Chapter 406 - Chapter 406 Chapter 405 Still Chatting on WeChat at This Time

Chapter 406: Chapter 405: Still Chatting on WeChat at This Time?! Chapter 406: Chapter 405: Still Chatting on WeChat at This Time?! “Boss, give me a chicken rice,” Wang Hao found a table on his own and sat down, smiling as he said, “Extra chicken, extra soup, and extra rice too!”

The boss responded, “You might as well order two bowls…”

The food arrived quickly, and Wang Hao began to eat at once.

While eating, he checked the latest news on his phone–

“The General Administration of Press and Publication of the Heavenly People’s Republic has heeded the national call to gather film crews to shoot adaptations of the Four Great Classical Novels, which are now officially on the schedule.”

They’re going to film the Four Great Classical Novels? That should be interesting.

“Miss Ice Princess flies to Cannes to attend the international film festival, Miss Ice Princess, as goddess-like as ever, attracted countless international fans.”

Ah, our Ice Princess is already attending international film festivals… Look at this photo! Spot on!

He pulled out his phone and messaged Ice Princess–

Wang Hao: “You’re in Cannes already?”

Bai Yaning: “How did you know?”

Wang Hao: “Saw it in the news online, how’s everything over there?”

Bai Yaning: “All is well, we have our people here taking care of things, no big issues, you just take it easy.”

Wang Hao: “Okay, just be careful with everything, with your popularity booming, make sure you don’t go out alone.”

Watching her phone, Bai Yaning smiled sweetly to herself, thinking, “This guy still knows how to care for people.”

Bai Yaning: “Got it. By the way, hurry up with your novel, I have nothing much to do here except read novels to pass the time.”

Wang Hao: “Absolutely, I’ll speed things up!”

Hmm, I should really rouse the Golden Sunflower and that Dream End Knows Much.

I’m the supervisor now, let’s get moving!

Bai Yaning: “Okay, no more talking. It’s time for me to walk the red carpet. Don’t exhaust yourself, make sure you rest.”

Wang Hao: “Alright, no problem!”

…

France, Cannes Film Festival.

Established in 1939, the Cannes International Film Festival is one of the most influential and prestigious international film festivals in the world today, on par with the Venice and Berlin International Film Festivals. The highest award is the “Golden Palm Award.” Such a grand event attracts top domestic celebrities from various countries, each invitee symbolizing status and esteem, always given high regard by the film industry of all nations.

Today, the number of celebrities invited from the Heavenly People’s Republic is fewer than previous years, totaling just six individuals, who arguably represent the pinnacle of the national film industry.

In comparison, Hollywood directors and stars from the United States are much more numerous–in fact, 106 more than the six from our country…

“Damn it, this year’s festival jury clearly looks down on our Heavenly People’s Republic,” lamented Sun Yixing, the country’s second highest-ranking director, appearing frustrated, “Only six of us were invited from Heavenly People! The Americans have 106, and now I can’t even hold my head high! It’s such a disgrace!”

“Hmph, I’ve been telling you your presence isn’t strong enough,” Zhang Deqiang, the top-ranked director, sitting beside him sipping tea, calmly said, “Fewer people mean higher value. If they invited hundreds, would there be any point in us attending?”

“That makes sense,” Sun Yixing thought about it and nodded, “That’s true, but Zhang, you know how it is. Those Americans laugh at us when they see us; it gives me the creeps! Thank goodness for Miss Ice Princess holding her ground. But facing that Hollywood mob’s onslaught, I’m afraid it’s tough for her.”

“What can you do,” Zhang Deqiang smiled and said, “She’s the center of attention. A woman being too beautiful often ends up this way. Listen to the noise outside; it’s overwhelming. With her leading, we just sit here, drink tea, and chat.”

Outside the rest lounge.

In France, Cannes, overseas Chinese students from the Heavenly Country District and film fans from various other countries–over five thousand people–crowded the festival plaza so tightly around the red carpet that no one could get through, many waving flowers and signs, shouting with all their might, “Miss Ice Princess!” “Ice Princess, I love you!” “Goddess, you are forever my goddess!”

The surrounding staff were sweating bullets. One manager from the Heavenly Country District asked the onsite staff urgently, “Why hasn’t Miss Ice Princess arrived yet?! We must find a way to inform her to come as soon as possible; no matter how important other tasks are, they can wait!”

He hadn’t even finished speaking when another staff member rushed over, whispering urgently in his ear, “Manager Liu, there’s trouble. According to just-received news, about three thousand more people are rushing here just to catch a glimpse of Miss Ice Princess, and the crowd is extremely agitated. Some overzealous fans are even preparing to breach police barricades! This could escalate into armed conflict!”

Manager Liu exclaimed, “What on earth is Miss Ice Princess doing?! Why hasn’t she come yet?!”

“I… I don’t know,” the staff member said frustratedly, “Miss Ice Princess is in the makeup room, apparently chatting on WeChat…”

Manager Liu: “…”

“Damn it!” Manager Liu collapsed instantly and exclaimed, “It’s this urgent and she’s still on WeChat?!”

“I don’t dare intervene,” the staff member looked around, suddenly his face brightened with joy, and he grinned, “There’s hope–Miss Ice Princess has arrived! She’s here! Hahaha!”