Ye Sumang felt that he had underestimated his influence after the Oscars. When he was still a little further away from home, Ye Sumang had already seen a group of people surrounding the door.

I don’t have to guess, I must be a reporter. As the car got closer and closer to the door of the house, the microphones and cameras in the hands of the group also caught everyone’s eyes.

"God, I still don't stop when I get home." Liu Yifei covered her forehead. In essence, she and Ye Sumang were similar, both of them were afraid of trouble.

Ye Sumang was calling Xia Bing at this moment and asked him to notify the community security guards as soon as possible to deal with it. After all, the property fees he had every year were not in vain.

"They are here." Just as Ye Sumang called, Liu Yifei suddenly said.

Ye Sumang hurriedly gave instructions and hung up the phone. Then he looked up and saw dozens of people carrying machines and microphones running towards him.

"Director Ye, is Director Ye? I am a reporter from Daxia Weekly. Do you have any preparations for three consecutive dominances after winning the Best Director for the Academy Awards for two consecutive years?"

"Director Ye, what do you think about Miss Zhou Xun after winning the award?"

"You throw away the best soundtrack and the best original script, do you think this is reasonable?"

"Director Ye, can you come out and accept the interview? Director Ye!!!"

The car window was photographed and slammed. Although the people outside couldn't see who was sitting inside because the window was covered with thermal insulation paper, the group of people just looked at the license plate number was enough to confirm. What's more, they had just received the news that Ye Sumang returned to China, which made them more sure in their hearts.

So when the car is blocked, it will not be released at all. Even if the driver almost knocks the speaker out, every one of the people will leave, even under the crowd of these people. The car sways for a while. At that moment, it really seems extremely dangerous.

"It's really crazy." Ye Sumang looked at his watch anxiously. It took three minutes for a long time, but the security guard still did not show up. Ye Sumang really didn't know what these properties were doing.

Liu Yifei was hugged by Ye Sumang at this time. The girl was obviously startled by the shaking car, and her little face turned a little white.

With the reporter so out of control, Ye Sumang would be even more unlikely to get out of the car for an interview. The best way at this moment is to hide in the car and wait for the security guard to arrive to maintain good order. Only then can Ye Sumang accept some problems under safety.

It took five or six minutes before the security guard arrived late. What was a bit annoying was that he could not control the scene for a while because of the shortage of people. It was not until ten minutes later that the second group of security guards arrived, and finally a space was separated between the car and the reporters.

The driver took the opportunity to quickly see the car at the door. After Ye Sumang got out of the car, he first asked Liu Yifei to come in first. Then he stood outside the door and loudly stopped the reporter who was about to rush forward.

"Please abide by the order. I will answer a few questions. If you continue like this, I believe you won't get the answer you want, right?"

The content of the words awakened the reporter. The key point was that Ye Sumang did not leave, which was enough. The reporters were also reciting one after another, slowly approaching Ye Sumang, besieging the city a semicircle. In a short while, more than ten microphones were added in Ye Sumang's hand.

"Director Ye, congratulations on winning the Oscar again. Including this Oscar, the personal Oscars in your hands have reached seven individual trophys, surpassing director Ang Lee. Do you have anything to express about this?" A reporter asked politely.

"Seven seats?" Ye Sumang was stunned and asked back.

These words made the reporters present unable to help but feel the black lines. Why are we the people who helped us to help us, and you, the main person, didn't care.

However, this is a rare honor after all, and it is also the best result for a Chinese director at the Oscars, so the reporter felt it was necessary to give Ye Sumang a key reminder.

"Two Oscars for Best Foreign Language Film, one for Best Original Screenplay, one for Best Soundtrack, two for Best Director, one for Best Supporting Actor, and a total of seven individual trophies." The reporter said with knowledge.

Ye Sumang then showed a sudden enlightenment expression and replied with a smile: "Admission is just the past after all, and it also represents the affirmation of the past. I think we should look at it for a longer time, right? As for surpassing Director Ang Lee, I don't think so. Director Ang Lee, as one of the most successful directors in Hollywood, he has his own glory, rather than comparing it with anyone, right?" Ye Sumang replied without missing a trace.

The reporter showed an expression that he had known this before. As he grew older, Ye Sumang became more and more aware of dealing with reporters. Every interview with Ye Sumang is a battle-level thing for reporters.

"So do you have plans for a new film recently? It is circulated online that you may become the first director in the Oscar to win the best director for three consecutive years. Are you confident about this?" another reporter asked.

Ye Sumang shook his head directly at this: "I don't have a plan for a new film. I will rush to film for the third time in the new film industry. I believe that such works will not be recognized by the fans, let alone the Oscars. I think I have been very tired in the past two years. I will take a break in the future."

These words caused an uproar in the reporters' group. Ye Sumang was about to rest, this was definitely a big event!!!

Of course, there were also a few sighs mixed in the uproar. Among these reporters, there were many fans of Ye Sumang. When you hear that your idol will have a new film for a while, you can imagine how disappointed you feel.

"The next question." Ye Sumang said, a group of reporters raised their hands one after another, and Ye Sumang casually pointed a young female reporter.

"Director, you said in the final speech of Oscar that the inspiration for "Inception" was from our China "Zhuangzi. Qiwu Lun"? Is this true?"

"Can I still tell lies on the podium?" Ye Sumang replied with a smile and cry: "That is indeed the fact. Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies. Isn't that feeling between reality and the front line of the world the theme of dream inception? The reason why I left that suspense-filled ending is also the meaning. Whether it is a dream or reality depends on you to judge it yourself."

After answering a few more things about Liu Yifei and Zhou Xun, Ye Sumang left a sorry word, and then turned around and walked into the house.

At this moment, the reporter did not flock to stop him. Ye Sumang just now basically cooperated. They also got the materials and knew that if they continued to force them, they might not be able to ask anything. Maybe they would offend this great god-level figure.

As soon as Ye Sumang walked into the house, he heard a tender "baba" suddenly remembered in his ears. He had just dealt with the fatigue of the reporter and was instantly wiped out. When he turned around, he saw the little guy looking at him with a smile!
Chapter completed!