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Chapter 111 Different Treatment
"Don't worry, come one by one."

Huang Ze made a gesture of pressing his palm downward.

"Let me start with my feelings. First of all, I am grateful. Without a complete education, I would not be who I am today. Without the cooperation of relevant departments, there would be no movie "Taste of Cherry". This is all thanks to everyone."

After giving him a flattery, Huang Ze began to continue speaking.

"Besides gratitude, I am also happy and proud. After all, I won the highest award in Venice this time."

"Let more international filmmakers recognize our country's excellent films, understand our cultural achievements, and let the film as a cultural product be the first to go global."

"As for what I want to say to domestic filmmakers, the word 'hard work' is enough. I believe I am the first to win the three major awards, but I will definitely not be the last."

"There will be more filmmakers who will join me in making our country's films famous around the world!"

"This is not just a matter of cultural influence, but it can also bring back much-needed foreign exchange to our country and contribute more to construction."

Huang Ze's ears were so tired of hearing such words after attending seminars twice before that he decided to just mix together some of the words he had heard and say it out loud.

Although these words are a bit flat.

But having reached my current status, with the shining golden lion in front of me, do I need to say anything to brag about myself?

Being level is the right thing to do. Only by being level can you avoid making mistakes.

I don’t seek any merit now, not making any mistakes is merit.

No one can erase the title of the first of the three major cities.

Besides, Brother Chen Kai came from the Beijing Film Studio and has been winning the Palme d'Or for more than 30 years. I, Huang, also came from the Shanghai Film Studio, a legitimate production studio, so I'm not much different. Can't I win the Golden Lion Award for 30 years?
"Then Director Huang, who do you think will be the next director to win the three top awards?"

"I don't know." Huang Ze knew but couldn't predict.

There has been no best in literature since ancient times.

I have already won the award, and no one can say anything.

But who is next?

This is such a bold prediction, and it immediately became the target of public criticism. Many people would ask, "Why do you think I can't get it? Young man, do you look down on me?"
There is no need to do this just to increase sales of other people's newspapers.

If they don't pay, when others scold them in the newspaper, the newspaper might even add fuel to the fire.

"Who do you think is better?" the reporter asked in a different way. "You can name a few people."

"I think all directors, or those who will be directors in the future, have the possibility." Huang Ze gave a smooth answer.

He then dropped the topic and asked his bodyguard to take out the Golden Lion Award from his bag. He held it in one hand and let the reporters take pictures with their cameras.

As they were filming, a reporter asked, "Director Huang, why don't you hold it with both hands?"

"My left hand will be saved for the next trophy."

……

This time the award was received with much more attention than the previous two times.

I don’t even have time to care about my alma mater, Beijing Film Academy.

He had to attend various seminars and appreciation meetings, and as a director and screenwriter, Huang Ze would sit next to the people who came to inspect.

Huang Ze basically didn't recognize anyone and couldn't tell what the other person's position was.

Except for a writer named Wang, no, it’s not quite appropriate to call him a writer now, he is a big shot in charge of the cultural field.

The last writer to hold this position was Mao Dun.

After watching the movie, the other party nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, the ending is good and optimistic. But in fact, the ending at the beginning is also a good ending."

"But I feel like you haven't explained a lot of things. Of course, I also know that a movie should have a center and leave some blank space."

"Then are you interested in turning it into a novel? This way you can write about the causes and consequences of the protagonist's suicide, and the characters can be more three-dimensional." The other party had only been in office for three months, and with just three sentences, he brought the topic back to his old business.

"Because I can't write novels, and what I write might be regarded as an elementary school student's composition." Huang Ze smiled ashamedly.

Writing novels and writing scripts are not the same thing. I read a lot of scripts in my previous life, and I memorized a lot of lines by watching movies. That stuff is pretty straightforward.

The novel, with all its rhetoric and flourishes, is simply making things difficult for me, Huang.

Although I have read quite a few novels, they are not those difficult classics, such as "One Hundred Years of Solitude" and "Walden". Instead, I prefer online novels.

You can't write "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west", "Who is the peak at the end of the immortal road", "I am an insignificant mortal, but my heart is toward the sky", and "You have already found a way to die", right?

Given that people now view martial arts novels as a waste of time, if I were to write one myself, I'm afraid I would be relegated to the bottom of the contempt chain.

As for asking someone else to ghostwrite or finding a writer to adapt it, Huang Ze thinks it is unnecessary.

The influence of movies is enough. Except for some few books, more people see movies and the audience is wider.

In order to make his words more convincing, Huang Ze added, "Every profession has its own specialization."

"That's right." Writer Wang nodded, "Then you should try to make a work that is more popular with the audience."

"Have you planned your next work?"

"Due to the subject matter, it may not be shown in China. It can only be screened privately at my alma mater, Beijing Film Academy. But I want to shoot the next part in China, a martial arts film that a large audience will like, similar to Shaolin Temple."

"Oh?" Hearing that Huang Ze was actually comparing himself with Shaolin, Writer Wang raised his eyebrows and became interested.

"Well, contact me when the filming starts, and I'll go check it out if I have time."

"Okay, I'll definitely get in touch."

After chatting with writer Wang, everyone commented on "Taste of Cherry" and said that it was a model for Chinese films to go overseas and that we should all learn from Comrade Huang Ze. This activity ended.

But this is not the end for Huang Ze, as he still has to participate in many more meetings.

This alliance, that alliance, this bureau, that bureau, if any of them specifically invite you to a visit, you would feel embarrassed to refuse.

Besides, Huang Ze didn't want to refuse.

People are carrying people in a fancy sedan chair. It's not like they are saying bad things about you. What's wrong with joining in?
At the beginning, Huang Ze was indeed willing to participate.

Later on, it became a happy trouble.

It seems like this is a bit too much.

It was five days later that Huang Ze returned to his alma mater to screen the film.

When I arrived at the gate of my alma mater again, there was a big red banner with a long string of white words written on it.

“Warm congratulations to our 78 student Huang Ze for winning the Golden Lion Award at the 43rd Venice International Film Festival.”

“Hahaha.” It was the first time that Huang Ze saw such a long banner hanging on his head, and it was hung in his alma mater. He couldn't help but laugh.

Today you are proud of your alma mater, and tomorrow your alma mater will be proud of you.

Have I accomplished the second half of the sentence?
(End of this chapter)