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It’s true, Huang Ze doesn’t quite agree that he is not a direct descendant of Venice.

It is much more familiar than Cannes.

Going back to Venice is like going home. I know how to get out of the airport with my eyes closed. Yes, I am not exaggerating.

Anyway, just take a boat, take a boat.

Just don't go into the water.

As for how to go specifically, that is up to the boatman.

Arriving at the only five-star hotel on Lido Island, which is also the designated hotel for the Venice Film Festival, the Excelsior Hotel, founded in 1932, the same age as Venice, many people have already started coming and going.

After checking in, I asked other crew members, and they haven’t started checking in yet, so they probably haven’t arrived yet.

Huang Ze went out for a boat ride with his bodyguard. He picked up a brochure and took a look at the judges' introduction.

There are a total of fourteen judges this year.

What’s sad is that you can tell just by looking at the names that there is not a single domestic judge, nor are there any South Korean or Japanese judges.

Most of the judges don’t even know each other, let alone the other party knowing them!

"It's another year where I have no hope. What award I can win will depend on whether the judges like it or not."

Huang Ze played until the sky began to darken, then he returned to the hotel and stayed in his room.

……

The next morning, Huang Ze was awakened by a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I saw two terracotta warriors from Chang'an.

Zhang Yimou and Gu Changwei.

Oh no!

Strictly speaking, a Terracotta Warrior like Gu Changwei's is not one with eyes and eyebrows pointing downwards. If there really are Terracotta Warriors like this, it means they were not made well and the craftsman should be beheaded.

"What's wrong? Can't you recognize me?" Seeing Huang Ze staring at him in a daze, Gu Changwei patted Huang Ze.

"Didn't you two go to film 'The Old Well'? Have you finished it?"

"We've finished filming. As the photographer of this film, I came to Venice to see it all." Zhang Yimou laughed and asked in a low voice, "So, are you sure you can win a prize this time? What prize can you win?"

"Yes, Director Huang, are you confident?" The old acquaintance sent by China Film Group who was standing behind also asked curiously.

He is very keen on winning awards.

Winning a prize means US dollars.

Even if I can only get 40%, even if I have to convert it into RMB and hand it over to the Shanghai Film Studio.

But the honor of earning foreign exchange belongs to China Film Group!
This honor is very important these days.

This is also the reason why China Film Association agreed to such cooperation.

"I think..." Huang Ze looked at the other people standing outside the door, and finally his eyes fell on Gu Changwei and Zhang Yimou, "They can win the Best Photography Award."

"I'm not well-educated. Don't lie to me. Is there such an award?" Zhang Yimou glanced at Gu Changwei beside him curiously. "I remember reading the information before coming here. Venice has never awarded this award, right?"

"Don't listen to him teasing us." Gu Changwei curled his lips, "By the way, Old Huang, can you guess which movie will win the highest award this time?"

"I just don't believe you can guess right every time!"

"..." Huang Ze was speechless.

I have said before that my results are obtained through precise calculations based on massive amounts of data and have nothing to do with guesswork.

Please don't mistake my ability for luck.

Also, "I haven't even seen what the other movies are like, and you want me to guess?"

"Then I can only guess myself!"

"This..." Gu Changwei was embarrassed, "I am embarrassed to bet with you. I also hope that this film can win the highest award." "Hey, let's go, let's eat."

……

On September 9, after attending the opening ceremony, Huang Ze's original plan went down the drain.

I was planning to go watch other movies in the main competition unit the next day.

But what a coincidence, my "Taste of Cherry" was the first one to be released.

Early in the morning, the group arrived at the exhibition hall arranged by the organizer.

As soon as you walk in, a feeling of spaciousness comes out.

A rough sweep.

"This theater should have 1,800 seats."

"Good boy, I can ride in a group!"

"Will it be full?" Zhang Yimou asked.

"You have to believe in Lao Huang's appeal!" Gu Changwei put his arm around Zhang Yimou's shoulders and said, "Lao Huang is quite famous in the European film industry. Besides, there are fans who come from far away to watch Lao Huang's movies. You didn't see what happened when In the Mood for Love was shown last time. The theaters with more than a thousand seats were always full."

"Damn, I don't know when the movies we make will become so popular." Gu Changwei couldn't help but feel envious.

"There's always a chance!"

Zhang Yimou also subconsciously glanced at Huang Ze, with indescribable envy in his eyes, as well as visions of the future.

"It would be great if there could be such a large exhibition hall when my movie is released." Zhang Yimou couldn't help but think about it.

Yes, his movies.

When filming "Old Well", Wu Tianming gave him two opportunities to be a director, and he handled them well. Xi'an Film Studio Director Wu Tianming was very optimistic about him and made a promise to him.

We need to transfer him back to the Xi'an Film Studio and let him work hard here. Then the Xi'an Film Studio will invest and let him be the director to make a movie!
As a result, he has been tossing and turning and unable to sleep recently.

Since he recognized that he did not have the scriptwriting ability like Huang Ze, he found a lot of novels and planned to adapt them into movies. Now that he had found the novels, he did not know whether he could finally transfer them to the Xi'an Film Studio in his hometown and make the movie.

"Don't think about it anymore. Just leave it to fate."

Zhang Yimou shook his head and went to help.

When the group started to set up, some people had already walked into the exhibition hall.

Twenty minutes before the film officially started, more than 90% of the 1,800-seat exhibition hall was already occupied.

Of course, this is not without cost.

The price was Huang Ze's sore wrist.

I signed more than 200 albums, not including other things like signing T-shirts. What's worse, I was asked to sign BR...

It's really difficult.

Dozens more autographs were signed, and Huang Ze shook his wrists more and more frequently. The more than 1,800 seats in the exhibition hall were finally filled.

After waiting for a while, the time was up, the lights in the exhibition hall went out, and a beam of light hit the huge screen.

The Xinghai and Shanghai Film Studio logos flashed by, and a man with dark circles under his eyes and no light in his eyes appeared on the screen. He was driving a car.

He was driving in a city.

He stopped the car from time to time, and from time to time someone asked him if he was looking for workers, but he said nothing and just drove away.

Then the camera turned to the city view.

In order to avoid being accused of betraying the suffering of his countrymen and filming the aftermath for foreigners to see, Huang Ze chose a fairly good road in the city to film this segment. It was an asphalt road with trees on the roadside, and a few Corn Farmer buildings could be seen from time to time.

(End of this chapter)