Chapter 318: Do you think my face is worth it?

"Silvio Berlusconi?" Lin Ming Yang froze, he was a person who had never been too fond of politics, apart from the US President ****, he basically couldn't tell who the leaders of the countries were, and he didn't have that interest in understanding them, but this Berlusconi made a deep impression on him.

To be able to let Lin Ming Yang remember him, neither because this guy served as the Prime Minister of Italy for three times, nor because he was the actual leader and honorary chairman of the famous soccer club AC Milan...just because not long ago, Ecks had once compared him to Lin Ming Yang.

Of course in the eyes of ordinary people, Berlusconi was a highly legendary and controversial figure, who was like a modern version of the ancient King of Florence in Italy. At least in Marton's opinion, it should be an honor to receive an invitation to Berlusconi's birthday party.

Many people who received invitations would feel this way, but Lin Mingyang was definitely an exception, at this time he was really thinking about not what kind of dress he should wear to the banquet, but rather pondering whether or not to sell Berlusconi this face.

"If I remember correctly, Berlusconi should still be the Prime Minister of Italy now, right?"

Although he didn't know why Lin Ming Yang would ask such a question, Marton still nodded excitedly, "Mr. Berlusconi has been the Prime Minister of Italy for the third time since last year..."

The odd expression in Lin Ming Yang's eyes made Marton's heart thump, all the words he wanted to say clogged up in his throat, and he suddenly realized that his boss wasn't as enthusiastic about this party as he thought he was.

"You're an admirer of Berlusconi?"

Marton shook his head awkwardly, but Lin Mingyang nodded in satisfaction and then asked:

"So you're an AC Milan fan?"

The embarrassed expression on Marton's face became more and more obvious, he finally realized that he had guessed Lin Mingyang's thoughts wrongly from the very beginning, and the ridiculous thing was that he was actually still trying to urge Lin Mingyang to go to this party.

"I've heard that Berlusconi doesn't have a good reputation in Europe?"

When Lin Mingyang asked this sentence, the embarrassment on Marton's face had turned into a bitter smile. Whether it was before the Italian election or after the news of Berlusconi's election as the new Prime Minister, the European mainstream media had criticized Berlusconi endlessly. Before last year's election, Britain's "Economist", Spain's "Le Monde", France's "Le Monde", the United States "Financial Times", "Wall Street Journal" and "Los Angeles Times" have written articles to attack Berlusconi, almost set off a wave of "down with the Bay". Even Berlusconi's "hardcore supporters" - AC Milan fans also in the team's home game against Regina, also played "AC Milan, do not want the Prime Minister" slogan! The fans of AC Milan, who are "die-hard" supporters, also put up the slogan "If you want AC Milan, don't want the Prime Minister" at the team's home match against Reggina.

However, Berlusconi still with a strong hand and superior political skills to lead the center-right coalition in the House of Representatives and the Senate still with an absolute advantage over the ruling center-left coalition, Bei's leadership of Forza Italia also with 29.4% of the vote as Italy's first party, with the words of the mainstream media in Europe is "Italy's turn to the right".

"Are you sure it wasn't a full - nude party he invited me to?"

The "sex scandal" about Berlusconi that had just been exposed by the Italian media had not yet subsided, and when Lin Mingyang brought it up at this time, Marton only felt that the invitation in his hands was "hot". Out of caution, he cautiously asked, "Then I'll find a reason for you to cancel this event?"

"No, no, I must go to this banquet!"

Lin Mingyang waved his hand, then drew that invitation back from Marton's hand. This jump in his thinking gave Marton the feeling that he couldn't keep up at all. Listening to Lin Mingyang's tone just now when he asked a series of questions, it was clear that he wasn't going to attend this party, but now he was accepting the invitation, so what was going on?

After a day of basking in the sun on the beach, Lin Mingyang was already slightly tired, and at this time, sleepy, he was too lazy to explain to Marton what "the strongest dragon does not suppress the head of the snake". The Fatal Curve crew will be staying in Italy for a while, so it's necessary to have a good relationship with the local government. This time it was Berlusconi who took the initiative to show his goodwill, so Lin Mingyang naturally had to respond positively, even if it was reluctant, at least he had to put on an act, and couldn't be too sweeping of the face of the "old Bei"... However, there was no need to explain any of these things to Marten, and Lin asked lazily as he yawned:

"Is there anything else?"

Marton did not forget his job at this time, and asked relentlessly: "Do you need me to arrange a special car for you when you go tomorrow?"

"Could it be that Berlusconi didn't even arrange for a car to accompany him?" Lin Mingyang bristled with dissatisfaction, then said to himself, "This guy is too insincere, isn't he?"

Before Marton could hear what he said, Lin Mingyang waved his hand bluntly, "Tell you what, I'll take care of it myself when I go tomorrow, and I'll notify you to have a car pick me up when I come back!"

After saying this, the door to the room closed in front of Marton with a bang.

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An Airbus A310 that took off from Sicily slowly landed on the wide runway of Linate Airport in the east of Milan City under the light of the setting sun. Ten minutes later, Lin Mingyang, wearing sunglasses, walked out slowly from the VIP passage.

"Hello, I need a cab..."

Dialing the phone number on the public sign, Lin Ming Yang was depressed in his heart. This trip to Milan wasn't as smooth as he had previously imagined from the start. He had only just stepped out of the airport when he encountered a big problem, there were no taxis to be found in this neighborhood.

After stopping three passers-by in a row, he finally met a local who spoke English, and when he asked, he realized that Milan's public transportation was very developed, but the number of taxis in the city was pitifully low. Taxi drivers don't pick up passengers on the side of the road, and passengers have to wait at the taxi stand or call for a taxi, which is very expensive, and you have to pay the driver for the time from the phone call to the location of the taxi, so locals and tourists rarely use this mode of transportation.

I managed to call a taxi, but the driver looked at the note with the address and finally asked in a strange tone, "Are you sure you want to go to this place?"

"What's the problem?" Lin Mingyang looked at his watch, the originally not-so-plenty of time becoming more and more tense in this driver's dilly-dallying response.

"Sir, that place is the private estate of Italian Prime Minister Berlusconi..."

This driver purposely bit down on the pronunciation of Berlusconi's name with a heavy tone, implying that Lin Mingyang was not mistaken.

"That's right, that's the place I'm going to... you drive quickly, I'm in a hurry!"

Lin Ming Yang's repeated urges, but that driver didn't have any intention of starting the car.

He clasped his hands and turned his head to look seriously at Lin Ming Yang's "strange" passenger: "Sir, although I don't know why you want to go to that place, I can tell you very clearly that you will never be able to get close to that manor in my car... Every car that can go in and out of that place is worth a lot of money... Every car that can go in and out of that place is worth a lot of money... I'm in a hurry! The cars that can get in and out of that place are worth more than a million dollars each!"

The reason he didn't drive was actually like this, Lin Ming Yang was dumbfounded after hearing this, he patted that driver on the shoulder.

"Are you a Milan local?"

The other party nodded.

"Have you watched the news in the last two days?"

The other man still nodded, only the puzzled expression on his face grew more pronounced.

Lin Mingyang sighed softly, "Since you're a Milanese local and usually pay attention to the news, you should know that today is the 73rd birthday of Berlusconi... that is, your extremely talented Prime Minister."

"I know...but what does this have to do with you?" That driver froze for half a day and finally held back a sentence that made Lin Mingyang want to go crazy.

The insufferable Lin Ming Yang finally took off his sunglasses, then pointed at his face gamely and threw out a very arrogant sentence, "Recognize me?"

The driver sitting in the front driver's seat was so surprised to see his face that his mouth grew so big that he could almost stuff an egg in it, "Do you know me?

"You...you!"

"Uh-huh, man you didn't look away, wondering why I'm in your car are you...that's going to be a long story, why don't we talk about it slowly on the way!"

After giving the other party a warm smile, Lin Ming Yang put on his sunglasses with a relaxed expression. Half a second later, the taxi, which had been as motionless as a snail just a moment ago, immediately shot out like a bolt of lightning, and left in the eyes of the stunned passersby.

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If you describe watching a movie as a love affair, then the director is the God's point of view from above. Usually people describe these "gods" with words like intelligent, talented, wise, profound, and so on, as if they are the halos on the actors' heads that people dare not look directly at. People notice their interpretation of the story, the use of the camera, and even like them to control the rhythm of the readings, but few people notice, or remember, the director's true colors.

Although the face is really the most important thing that a director does not need to care about, but in Hollywood, this appearance is greater than everything in the Vanity Fair, good instrument may indeed allow some directors to take advantage of some unexpected advantages.

A French media outlet once conducted a poll in the European Union member states not long ago, one of the options was to ask the respondents to write about a Hollywood director he thought was the most famous, and the final results of this option surprised people.

The one who got the most votes was neither a master of cinema like Spielberg nor the king of commercial films like James Cameron. The vast majority of respondents filled in Lin Mingyang's name on the questionnaire, and many of them would even confuse Lin Mingyang's directing and starring works, but people still gave this plausible answer based on their own intuitive impression, and it can be said that Lin Mingyang's handsome and charming handsome face earned him a lot of extra points.

At this moment, the Italian taxi driver's wild performance of blasting the gas pedal and driving at breakneck speeds through the streets of Milan finally made Lin Mingyang realize the value of his face!

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Just rest tomorrow, try to write this latter part of the plot unimpeded!