Huayu: Start by asking ex-girlfriends for alms

Chapter 266

Can't laugh!
At most, raise the corners of your mouth.

Don't sit upright, be natural and casual!

You can't be too casual, because everything will turn into the opposite when it reaches the extreme. Those who deliberately pretend to be cool are worse than our dear senior Lu Zhang Weiping.

When facing the focused gaze, raise your head slightly and keep the angle just right.

applaud!

The intensity and frequency should be consistent.

It stopped immediately after Faith Akin and Maas Shumlick picked up the microphone and sounded in time before they finished their speeches.

Compared with Qin Lan and others, Zhen Jiecheng stands out.

"Damn! I'm a foil again!" Ma Yuan reacted quickly.

He had experienced similar scenes many times during his student days.

For example, on the basketball court.

In fact, this guy only has two tricks: push and throw!

When there are no pretty girls around, his butt arches all the way to the basket.

When there is a pretty girl around, he uses his big hand to hold the ball with one hand, sticks out his butt, retracts it, turns over and does a scissors kick.

"So handsome, Jiecheng!"

Amid the exclamations, this guy had this expression.

At that time, Ma Yuan was still very naive, and he just had one question in mind: the “three threats” without “transmission” was understandable, but why was there no “breakthrough”?

Later I found out that this guy couldn't dribble at all.

Relying on his good waist and perky butt, he just wants to pick up girls.

"Forget it, forget it. I raised my son with my own hard work for three years, so I won't be angry!" Ma Yuan spat and continued to applaud, "He is proud of his son for being a foil!"

"Hey, Zhen, congratulations!" Congratulations came from the crew of "Double Time" next door.

"No, nothing has been settled yet." Zhen Jiecheng nodded modestly. "We should now congratulate Director Faith Akin and Director Mas Shumrick. And thank them for creating excellent works, adding a touch of artistic fragrance to the long history and culture of Venice and Italy."

Director Guiseppe, a local, was very happy with Zhen Jiecheng's response.

In Europe, for some reason, the Italians' reputation is far superior to that of the French, and the face saved by Sicily is not enough to make up for it.

Therefore, historical culture became one of their only remaining prides.

"Hey, Zhen, it's obvious!" Stallone laughed and whistled, "You are not like us old guys, you should celebrate proudly! God will forgive every young person, not to mention the geniuses who are favored by God!"

"I'm sorry, Stallone, I just can't be complacent about an honor that hasn't been realized yet." Zhen Jiecheng shrugged, "After all, I won the Palme d'Or three years ago. Thank God for calming my restless heart in advance and allowing me to have a more mature mentality."

God is the translation.

The Chinese also have their own God: Haotian God.

Even if we leave Haotian aside, isn’t there still Hong Xiuquan?

The Christian lineage is legitimate, so we can fight for it!
"Fuck!" Stallone forced out an exaggerated expression and cursed, "Zhen, you'd better restrain yourself! God loves you, but the fist of jealousy will not forgive you!"

"Okay! Although God is very unfair, I still praise God and sincerely beg God to forgive my impoliteness!"

As soon as the words fell, he immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Fuck you, Zhen!"

"Hot dance oil, Stallone." Zhen Jiecheng responded politely.

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter.

And Mark Muller took to the stage again.

He first looked at Zhen Jiecheng, then picked up the microphone and looked at the audience.

"In September 06, I called an old friend to complain."

"I stressed to him my deep friendship with him that lasted for more than 20 years and my status as the director of the Venice Film Festival."

"Last December, an old friend called me."

"He said: Come and see it, and if it pleases you, take it to Venice, and never accuse me of neglecting friendship again."

He spoke in a leisurely manner, just like telling a story. The audience was very cooperative and listened with great interest.

If placed anywhere else, it would be just a little story that would be quickly forgotten.

But here, it will become an interesting story and a beautiful talk recorded in history!

"I finished watching it, I was stunned, I folded my hands, and I thanked God."

"My old friend said: You should thank me!"

“I responded: Thank God for letting us meet and become close friends. All of this is God’s arrangement.”

Applause and laughter rang out again.

After the silence, Mark Mueller continued:

“Beautiful lighting and moving music. Ingenious design and flawless editing.”

“Multi-camera look and feel from a single lens!”

“A montage experience in a long shot!”

"While I was in awe of it, I was thinking about how to bring this work to... no! Get it! Get it to Venice as soon as possible."

"The student of my old friend, who is also the director of this work, said this very unsatisfactorily."

Looked up,
“He said: He had done his best, but the most striking element of the work is just a visual spectacle!”

"He said: 'Visual spectacle' is still an exaggeration. It would be more appropriate to describe it as 'technical spectacle'."

Turn up the volume.

“But I want to tell him: Art is a spectacle!”

"Put theory into reality, then come up with new theory, and repeat the cycle over and over again!"

"It is precisely because of the efforts of generations of filmmakers to enrich the theoretical foundation and pave the way for technology that we are able to stand on the shoulders of giants and record and interpret art more calmly!"

Pause, adjust your breath,
"The winner of the Golden Lion Award for Best Film at the 66th Venice Film Festival is."

“No return!”

"Jie Cheng Zhen!"

Thunderous applause filled the entire venue.

The camera focused on his thick eyebrows and big eyes, following his footsteps as he walked towards the center of the spotlight step by step.

The young faces were out of place.

The calm smile seemed particularly incongruous.

"Dear audience, director Zhen Jiecheng won the Golden Lion Award for Best Film at this year's Venice Film Festival!" The host of the Six Princesses said excitedly, "He is the fifth director in my country to win the Golden Lion Award after Hou Xiaoxian, Zhang Yimou, Li An and Jia Zhangke. He is also the first director in my country to win both the Golden Lion Award and the Palme d'Or!"

"'No Return' recorded the anti-Japanese years in a single shot. Director Zhang Yimou commented: This is extremely bold! The requirements and difficulty of the techniques, conception and design are extremely high!"

“After its premiere at the Venice Film Festival, it shocked the film industry. The audiences lined up in long queues and the media gave it rave reviews.”

"Winning the Golden Lion is well deserved!"

blow!
If you don’t blow it now, when will you blow it?
In the NBA, Yi Jianlian can "shock" the head coach and gain "trust" by waving a towel.

What’s more, it’s a real Golden Lion?
After the 08 Olympics, the Chinese people's self-confidence gradually sprouted. They needed an outlet and were eager to be respected and recognized.

Public intellectuals may regard this as "ridiculous" self-esteem.

But it is difficult for Zhen Jiecheng to question this simple pride.

The emperor’s uncle is right: after fighting for a lifetime, can’t we enjoy ourselves?
Similarly: After suffering so many years and enduring so many years of contempt, shouldn’t you be able to show off a little?
Looking at Zhen Jiecheng standing in the center of the stage, the Sixth Princess felt for the first time that the scourge she had always avoided was so photogenic and so pleasing to the eye!
This boy Jiecheng is so handsome!

"I've actually prepared a speech for the award!" Zhen Jiecheng finally picked up the microphone and said, "Every filmmaker who comes to Venice and St. Mark's Square and sees the bronze lion statue will involuntarily prepare a speech for the award, and look forward to taking it home one day in the future."

"But I'm sorry, I have completely forgotten my acceptance speech." He patted his head and smiled bitterly.

“Perhaps it’s because the culture and art of this land is too rich.”

"Perhaps it's because the light of this golden lion is too dazzling."

"Or maybe it's because Italian girls are so charming."

"It makes people addicted, and then their minds go blank."

Applause started again.

The enthusiasm of the locals was exactly the same as that of the French in Cannes at that time.

“First of all, I would like to thank the judging panel for recognizing the work of me and my team!”

As he spoke, he nodded towards the jury.

“Thank you to the audience, the media, and everyone for your love of No Return.”

"Thanks to my crew members for tolerating my willfulness and stubbornness on the set."

"The actors gave a superb performance. They spent nine months rehearsing. Even after filming started, rehearsals continued until the end!"

“The art team made the model, coordinated the lighting and photography, and conducted repeated simulations and verifications.”

"My design may only be a short page, and my idea may even be just one sentence, but they have to spend a week or even a month to realize it!"

Raise the golden lion,

“So, it is not only an honor for me, but also a compliment to every member of the crew!”

Amid the applause, Zhen Jiecheng held the golden lion high in his pose, which unexpectedly resembled the American Statue of Liberty.

Under the light, the golden lion's wings seemed to spread out dimly behind Zhen Jiecheng.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself!"

"Now standing in front of you is: from China, 27 years old, winner of the Golden Lion Award for Best Film, Zhen Jiecheng!"

“Maybe one day, when I come to Venice again, I will no longer be young.”

“But art will remain forever young!”

Blinked,

“I also wish every beautiful girl to stay young forever, just like art!”

Zhen Jiecheng was still busy showing off in Venice, full of Qin Lan's bragging.

At home, the media are also busy helping Zhen Jiecheng to show off better.

What’s different from the last time it won the Palme d’Or is that this time the official involvement in the publicity has been greatly increased.

The box office data of "Founding of a Republic" was very encouraging, but it was obvious that the victory of "Never Return" made Zuo Shandiao happier.

The former is destined to be "pleasing" and must be "pleasing".

The latter is a real achievement! Real achievement!
"Notify other entertainment companies and ask all their famous artists to praise me!"

“Whether it’s a blog or a Weibo post, blow it up!”

"Whenever the topic of 'No Return' comes up during an interview, I have to brag about it!"

"Contact the media and prepare to pick you up at the airport!"

"I've communicated with the relevant departments. The Beijing Exhibition Hall is not up to standard, so the movie premiere will be moved to the People's Congress T."

"Also, notify all relevant print media, and cooperate with TV news reports and variety shows to let the people know that 'No Return' won the Golden Lion!"

This is not only true in the mainland, but also in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

How can Hong Kong not celebrate the award given by Pau Tak-hei?

"Dad won another big prize!"

Qingdao, Cheng Hao hugged Zhen Shuai, pulled Zhen Hao, and repeated the same thing tirelessly.

"Mom, how big is the prize?"

“It’s very big!”

"Is it bigger than the big red flower that Sister Yueyue exchanged for five small red flowers?"

Cheng Hao: ┐(～)┌

"Look, Duoduo, this is daddy."

Sun Li pointed at the photo of Zhen Jiecheng holding the trophy printed in the newspaper.

"Baba."

"Dad is awesome! He won a really big prize!"

"Daddy, great."

"So is mom great?" Sun Li leaned his head closer.

"Mom, that's great too."

"Mu~ma! Duoduo is great too, just like daddy!"

"he~tui!"

Ning Hao spat with disdain.
"Damn dirty thing!"

In response, Huang Bo and Xu Zheng, who were washing feet together, pretended not to see it.

"A scumbag, a beast in human form."

"Fuck, you only know how to make empty promises. You're already in menopause and you still haven't helped me to find someone!"

"You keep saying 'I have a friend' all the time, but I don't have a friend like you!"

"dududu~"

The phone rang suddenly.

Picking up the phone, Ning Hao shuddered violently and quickly answered the call.

"Hey, wife."

"Well, I have a friend."

Huang Bo and Xu Zheng looked at each other and tried hard to suppress their laughter.

He spoke only after Ning Hao finished the call.

"Haozi, that's enough. Director Zhen is our boss!"

"That's your boss, not mine!" Ning Hao pouted, and the next second he suddenly changed his tone, "Oh, I'm so envious!"

"If you envy me, go take some photos, and also go to Europa League Three for a stroll."

"That's not what I envy!" Ning Hao rolled his eyes, "Oh, it's so good to be a dirty guy!"

"There is no room for regression, and any slight improvement is progress."

"When expectations are low, the standards are low, and the bottom line of tolerance is even lower."

"Oh, I want to, too. But it's too late, so I can only wash your feet here with you two!"

Suddenly,
"Wait, what are you two looking at each other like that?"

"Ahem, ahem, Brother Hao, is there a possibility that you are not too late, nor are you too late?"

"What do you mean?" Ning Hao asked.

Huang Bo smiled without answering. He pointed at Ning Hao and then at his own face.

"Shit! You mean I'm ugly?" Ning Hao was furious. "I'm not more handsome than you?"

"Look at this!" Huang Bo bared his teeth, "You're already trying to compare your looks with mine. This shows that you're quite knowledgeable!"

Ning Hao: o(╥﹏╥)o
(End of this chapter)