Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 164 The person standing in front of you now is!

Zhen Jiecheng was still in a daze, and Liu Yifei was also in a daze.

The oldest student, Li Pingbin, was the first to react. He jumped up from his seat and cheered.

Palme d'Or!

This is the Palme d'Or!

Although this year's Cannes will inevitably cause a huge uproar and arouse countless doubts due to the magical operation of Wang Sunglasses.

But that is about the Best Actor and Best Actress awards, what does it have to do with the highest prize, the Palme d'Or?
What? You mean double yolk eggs?
It’s not like I haven’t been to Cannes before!

Not to mention the ancient times, double yolk eggs have been common since the 70s.

The 25th and 26th editions had consecutive double yolk eggs. From 79 to 82, there were three double yolk eggs.

After entering the 1990s.

In 97, "Taste of Cherry" and "The Eel" shared the Palme d'Or!

In 93, "Farewell My Concubine" and "The Piano" shared the Palme d'Or!

Yes, that’s right. Chen Kaige also won a double yolk egg in the 46th edition of the competition. But who would question the value of the Palme d’Or for “Farewell My Concubine”?

In Li Pingbin's opinion, "Farewell My Concubine" is indeed a rare pinnacle of film and television art, and "Parasite" is indeed inferior to it.

But this does not mean that the quality of "Parasite" is inferior to the average level of other Palme d'Or winning films.

Zhen Jiecheng has created a strong personal style with devilish details and imaginative ideas, which is present in every frame of the film, just like other Palme d'Or directors.

It can withstand the questioning of ordinary movie fans, the scrutiny of professional media, and the test of time!
So, it's time to cheer wildly and celebrate arrogantly.

"Parasite" deserves the glory!

Li Pingbin looked at Zhen Jiecheng while panting, his face flushed, his face twisted and distorted, and he was dancing with joy!

This is not just about witnessing the rise of a famous director.

We are also witnessing the birth of a new historical moment!
At the age of 24, she is the youngest winner of the Palme d’Or at Cannes!

"what!!!"

Forgot, forgot everything!

Forget about the whole damn thing about smiling without showing your teeth.

Wait, it doesn’t seem like it was his mother who said this, it was my mother who told me this.

Forget it, what the hell, it doesn’t matter!
Liu Yifei cheered, jumped, and pulled Zhen Jiecheng's arm and shook it hard.

grimace in pain,
Not only the teeth, but also the gums are all generously displayed.

"Senior! Palme d'Or!"

“It’s the Palme d’Or!”

“We won the Palme d’Or!”

Liu Yifei didn't care about anything else. She only knew one thing: before this, Director Chen was the only person in China who had received this honor.

But from today on, history will write a new page!
"Hahaha, Jiecheng, congratulations!" Liang Jiahui patted Zhen Jiecheng's shoulder enthusiastically.

"We won it! We won the Palme d'Or!" Wu Zhengyu gave a thumbs up and kept repeating excitedly, "Awesome! Awesome!"

Even the foreigner next to him echoed,
"Aobi~"

"Crash!"

There was applause everywhere.

The applause woke Zhen Jiecheng up.

After quickly responding to Liu Yifei and the others, he trotted towards the location of the "The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves" crew.

Facing Ken Loach who was about to stand up and leave the stage, he supported or rather protected the 70-year-old man as a junior, and walked towards the stage together.

"Crash!"

The decibel of applause rises to another level!
Chinese people are keen on discovering talents, and so are foreigners.

Chinese people advocate respecting their elders, and so do foreigners.

Who doesn’t like a young, successful, yet clever and smart genius?

The former represents all the beautiful aspirations of youth, while the latter represents the respect and courtesy that one desires in old age.

"Director Rocky, please go first."

Thanks to the fact that his memory in this life is much stronger than that in his previous life, Zhen Jiecheng's academic performance in middle school was always good.

But I don’t know why, my math was average in my previous life, and it’s still average in this life. So in the total score, the gap in math was made up by English.

Although I can't say I'm proficient at it, I can still communicate through simple conversations.

After Ken Loach and Emmanuelle Béart hugged and kissed each other on the cheek, Zhen Jiecheng walked forward and looked directly into the eyes of the sister who was looking at him curiously.

"I'm sorry, I only know very basic English."

"So I can't use the most gorgeous words or the most beautiful poems to accurately describe your beauty."

Spread your hands,
"I apologize again. I can't ignore your age."

"Because I am your loyal fan and I know your details very well."

After a pause,
"But I would like to borrow a poem from a great Chinese writer to give to you!"

Change to Mandarin, with ups and downs.

"Don't laugh at me for wearing flowers in my white hair. Time never defeats beauty. If you have poetry and books hidden in your heart, you can pick up the beauty and become the truest."

"When applied to you, it probably means: you swim in the ocean of art, and art settles in your heart. Art becomes your temperament, and art keeps you young forever!"

Then, pointing to the Palme d'Or,

"Just like the Palme d'Or, it has not dimmed due to the baptism of ruthless years, but has become more intoxicating with the brewing of time."

Bow and salute like a gentleman.

"Dear Ms. Béart, please allow me to take the liberty of praising you. You are as beautiful as the Palme d'Or!"

As he said this, he took Emmanuelle Béart's hand.

Under the twinkling eyes of Emmanuelle Béart, they performed the French tradition of kissing hands, which originated from ancient Rome.

hiss!
Liu Yifei was dumbfounded!

Senior, what are you doing? Are you flirting with girls in this situation?
No, it's Aunt Liao! The aunt who is about the same age as my mom!
hiss!
Zhang Ziyi was stunned!
He is really good at it.

He has become more powerful than before.

He is still too conservative in his country, and the social atmosphere limits his output!

hiss!
Wang Jiawei quietly raised his sunglasses without blinking.

There is no false reputation under a great name, Jiecheng is really awesome!

He is worthy of being the top killer rumored by the Hong Kong media: he specializes in killing housewives!

"Crash!"

The applause at the scene was even louder than before.

Mixed with whistles and cheers.

How could our French hosts, who claim to be the spokesmen of romance, not applaud this?

Considering that the film quality of "Parasite" is indeed outstanding, combined with his age, he stands on the same level as 70-year-old Ken Loach.

One is the youngest winner, and the other is an elderly man who has fulfilled his long-cherished wish.

Isn’t this a beautiful story?
Isn’t this a kind of inheritance?
Doesn’t this represent the inclusiveness and openness of Cannes?
Oh God!

Damn Wang Jiawei finally did the right thing.

But even so, God will not forgive your sins against Cannes.

Look at the good things you have done.

Damn it, I'm going to kick your sunglasses so hard with my boot, I swear I will!
Many French people cast their eyes fiercely at Wang Jiawei. Unfortunately, Wang Jiawei was wearing sunglasses and looked calm.

"I have forgotten how to speak French, now I am going to speak English."

Ken Loach's acceptance speech drew laughter from the audience.

Although Zhen Jiecheng didn't understand what the joke was about, he still managed to smile along with the old man's British humor.

"This is a small step for Elland. We are telling the truth about history, and we are telling the truth about the present. Thank you, jury!"

Concise and concise.

Because "The Wind in the Wheat" is based on the conflict between Daiying and Ellan. While exposing Daiying's bloody history, it also expresses profound humanistic concern.

It is worth mentioning that Ken Loach is a serious British person, and he was once labeled as "suspected of treason" by the British media because of this movie.

After Ken Loach finished his acceptance speech, everyone's attention quickly focused on Zhen Jiecheng.

The extremely young face looks particularly striking against the backdrop of Ken Loach!
Suddenly, the genius who created Cannes history calmly picked up the microphone.

"There is no doubt that age will be a reason for many voices to attack me."

“But I firmly believe that Parasite will give a strong response to these doubts!”

Looked up,
"Come and see my movie, it will tell you the answer."

"When the time comes, I will be generous enough to forgive your recklessness."

"And I sincerely thank you for contributing to my box office!"

"Of course, if you still insist on your own opinion, I will also choose to forgive you."

"People with low IQ who can't even understand the answers are classified as disadvantaged groups in society. We should give them more understanding and care, right?"

"Crash!"

Applause and cheers.

That’s right!
A genius favored by God should confront all doubts with the toughest attitude and the most arrogant self-confidence!
Oh! Fuck, even his arrogance seems so humorous!

“People grow old, but art stays young forever.”

“There are always young people, but art is always profound.”

Zhen Jiecheng smiled, raised the Palme d'Or high, and winked mischievously.

"But no matter what, please allow me to be a little bit unrestrained."

"God will forgive a young man's willfulness, won't he?"

Turning to look at the judges' table,
“Thank you to the jury. Your support and recognition will give me great encouragement and motivation.”

Look at the whole audience,

“Thanks to Cannes, the open and inclusive art palace that provides a platform for every filmmaker to showcase and communicate.”

The next moment, he put away his smile, held his head high, switched to Chinese, and said in a voice as loud as a bell:
"The person standing before you now is the youngest winner of the Palme d'Or for Best Picture in history." "From China! From Beijing Film Academy!"

"Zhen! Jie! Cheng!"

No matter whether you oppose or approve, the Palme d'Or is in my hands!
Labeled as "lucky" or "hidden rules"? Let's ask you whether you have won the Palme d'Or!

Humility will dispel doubts? Nonsense!
Being low-key will earn you praise? Bullshit!
So why not be arrogant? Have some fun first!

Zhen Jiecheng subconsciously ignored all the previous nervousness and anxiety, pretending that nothing had happened. Anyway, I have no shame. No, I have no shame at all!
"Crack!"

Facing the continuous flashes of light, Zhen Jiecheng's pride was captured in a photo and quickly sent to all parts of the world.

It is the beginning of summer, and the nights in China are filled with the chirping of insects and croaking of frogs.

But in the offices of major print media, the lights are bright.

"F*ck! Zhen Jiecheng got the damn Palme d'Or!"

"F*ck! The youngest director to win the Palme d'Or has made history!"

"F*ck! He actually flirted with guests on the spot? Wait, forty-three years old? Emmm, okay, this is fucking Zhen Jiecheng!"

"F*ck! Isn't this statement too arrogant? Well, this is also a damned Zhen Jiecheng!"

"Wo 屮" followed by "Wo 屮", the excitement is beyond words.

There is indeed a sense of pride, but what is more important is that the sales stimulated by the "big news" will be directly linked to the bonus.

In particular, Zhen Jiecheng provided so many "explosive points", any one of which is worth writing about!

"Shocked! Zhen Jiecheng couldn't hold back at the awards ceremony and stretched out his evil hand to the award presenter"

"Zhang Ziyi's eyes widened in anger, just because she was not old enough to match Zhen Jiecheng's preferences"

"Forty-three! Divorced with a baby! Zhen Jiecheng's upper limit is refreshed again. Where is his limit?"

No need to worry too much, just write three headlines in the blink of an eye.

The paparazzi cheered!
Some people even printed out the photo of Zhen Jiecheng holding the Palme d'Or and hung it on the wall.

Then they bowed respectfully and burned incense.

With a devout heart of gratitude, one report after another appeared on paper, waiting to catch the attention of the people after dawn.

"Damn it! The Palme d'Or! Zhen Jiecheng is really going to be so proud of himself this time!"

"Look at what you said. Wasn't Zhen Jiecheng awesome before?"

"It's different, isn't it? Before, it was all fake, relying on youth and talent to act willfully. Now? It's real honor, carrying the Palme d'Or and acting like a hooligan, who can stand this?"

"Well, what you said makes sense. But what I'm curious about now is, what is Zhen Jiecheng doing right now? Is he really going to stab Emmanuelle Béart?"

"That shouldn't be the case, right? He's busy with the dinner and the interview. When he gets back to the hotel, he's exhausted and his mind is on the Palme d'Or. How can he have any extra energy?"

The reporters guessed correctly. Zhen Jiecheng fell into a deep sleep after returning to the hotel.

When I woke up the next day, I first called Cheng Hao and then replied to all the text messages.

"Dudududu!"

"Hey, teacher, I'm Jiecheng!"

"Yes, I know. There are notes." Director Tian said in a muffled voice.

"Teacher, I won the Palme d'Or!"

"Yeah, I know. I saw it on the news." Director Tian's tone was calm, but he couldn't hide his joy, which was revealed in the slight tremor.

"Teacher, that banner at the entrance of Beijing Film Academy"

"Dudududu!"

Before Zhen Jiecheng could finish his words, a busy tone sounded and the phone was hung up.

Hit again!

"Dudududu!"

Don't answer?

"Dudududu!"

"The number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later."

Zhen Jiecheng: ￣へ￣

Change your number.

"Dudududu!"

"Hello, Mr. Jiang, is Director Tian in the office?"

"Emm, Jiecheng, Director Tian is not here!"

"Oh, okay."

He did not hang up immediately, but had a passionate conversation with Professor Jiang. After sharing his joy of winning the Palme d'Or, he politely said goodbye to the teacher.

Change the number and call again!
"Hello, Teacher xx, have you seen Director Tian?"

"Hello, Secretary, is Director Tian in the office?"

"Hello, Principal, I have something to ask Director Tian."

Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and pulled out his best trick, directly sending a message to the phone of Li Shaohong, Lao Deng's confidante.

"Hey, Senior Sister, it's Jiecheng!"

"Damn it! Evil disciple!"

Tian Zhuangzhuang's face turned red and his neck became thick.

"Damn it! Evil disciple!"

Mr. Li from the photography department next door quickly responded!
"Fuck you, where does he get the courage from?"

There was also the sound of banging on the table in the China Film Office.

"Ahem, Mr. Han, Director Zhen has always been bold." The secretary suppressed a smile and replied, "Like Director Zhen often said, you know him."

Hanshanping: 0.0
"Yeah, that makes sense! That's exactly what it is!"

After thinking about it, I called Tian Zhuangzhuang.

"The number you dialed is powered off. Please try again later."

Hearing the sound, Han Shanping was stunned, and soon burst into laughter.

"Prepare the car and take me to Beijing Film Academy!"

"Hahaha, I want to go meet Lao Tian."

"Wait, bring my camera. Sharing joy is worse than enjoying it alone. I have to urge Lao Tian to devote himself to art and record this artistic moment!"

Beijing Film Academy is extremely lively!

Ever since the sun kissed the treetops, students entering and leaving Beijing Film Academy have inexplicably felt that the six-character school name on the gate looked particularly bright and dazzling.

The teachers were also beaming with joy, becoming even more enthusiastic when praising and especially kind when criticizing.

The language pattern is just repeating itself over and over, as if there are no other words in the mind and there is no new idea at all.

"Yes, this is the right attitude to study, just like your senior Zhen Jiecheng!"

"We watched Jiecheng grow up. He was very serious when studying. No matter how noisy it was outside, he was always able to concentrate on his studies without distractions."

"Your attitude towards study is not good! Look at your senior classmate Zhen Jiecheng. If he was like you, could he still become the youngest Palme d'Or director in Cannes history?"

"We watched Jiecheng grow up."

Balabala, talking non-stop.

This happens in almost every classroom from time to time.

The three words "Zhen Jiecheng" can be found in every corner of Beijing Film Academy, so much so that even the Pekingese bus driver in the message room can sound so good.

As for the parrot raised by the old man, it speaks even more clearly and clearly.

"Damn Zhen Jiecheng!"

"Snapped!"

The old man slapped him directly.

"Shut up! If you keep yelling, the principal will come over and cook you a stew! Don't blame me for not protecting you then, because I can't protect you anyway!"

"Damn Zhen Jiecheng!"

"Shit! Still yelling? Don't you want to live?" The old man was furious. "Fuck, what are these students doing with nothing to do, mumbling to my dick every day? Now, they just imitated this sentence without thinking!"

"Liu Ruoyin! Liu Ruoyin! Liu Ruoyin!" The parrot flapped its wings.

Uncle: (⊙_⊙)?
He made eye contact with Huang Sanshi, who came to the message room to pick up documents.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Teacher Huang, if I say it was not taught by me, would you believe it?"

Huang Sanshi: (▼へ▼メ)
It doesn't matter whether Huang Sanshi believes it or not. Having just become single again, he is still struggling with the breakdown of his marriage. He can't understand why Sun Li, who was particularly obedient under his careful teaching, suddenly became rebellious.

Regarding Zhen Jiecheng, Huang Sanshi did not find any problems after careful investigation.

He was eager to help from the beginning to the end, but other than that he had no interaction with Sun Li.

However, Huang Sanshi, who has always been sincere, did not dispel his doubts, but this did not prevent him from sending a congratulatory message to Zhen Jiecheng in a sincere tone.

envious? envy?
Many emotions blended together and turned into a warm smile on his face. Whenever he mentioned Zhen Jiecheng, he would always call him "Jiecheng" affectionately, thus showing their close relationship.

"I haven't fulfilled my dinner appointment with Jie Cheng yet, so this invitation is just right!"

"Call a few more colleagues! Oh, and students too! This will not only make me appear to be unselfish, but also enthusiastic and responsible."

Huang Sanshi has already started to figure out which colleagues will make progress and which students have great potential.

Just as I was thinking about it, a familiar voice suddenly came to my ears.

When I looked up, I saw President Han of China Film Group pulling Director Tian and Teacher Li from the Photography Department.

“I’ve already bought the banner!”

“I brought my camera too!”

"As a teacher, how can you go back on your word?"

　I'm not feeling well today. I've been sleeping and waking up intermittently.

　　Even when I'm pooping, it's like that. Damn it, I don't know what's going on.

　　I can't poop completely, and it's not satisfying. I want to poop again after I finish, and my anus feels hot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)