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Chapter 385 Celebration
"I rely on..."

Huang Ze's heart was filled with mixed emotions for a moment.

There is excitement, relief, and some worry.

As for excitement, it’s easy to explain. Who wouldn’t be excited to win such a big prize?

If it were Spielberg, he would be excited as he should be. After all, it is the Cannes Palme d'Or, which can be said to be the first of the three major film festivals and the leader of the world's film festivals. The Oscars do not count. It is an award from the American Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, and most of the awards are given to American films.

The reason for feeling relieved is that this masterpiece of Chinese-language films has not been tarnished.

Otherwise, I would feel a little uncomfortable if Brother Chen Kai won the Palme d'Or but I didn't!
As for worry, that is an emotion that only Huang Ze and a few other directors who have won the Palme d'Or will experience.

There are now three European grand slam directors in the world: Georges Clouzot, Michelangelo Antonioni, and Robert Altman.

But without exception, the three of them all took one each from the top three!
In other words, the three majors have been established for decades, and so far no one has won four of the three major trophies!

Once I win the Palme d'Or today and the final Golden Bear, I will have to break many more constraints.

First of all, I am a yellow person.

Secondly, the three Grand Slams.

Finally, four of the three major trophies, this is an absolute record.

"I don't know if winning the Palme d'Or is a blessing or not!"

Huang Ze muttered in his heart.

"Hey, Director Huang, what's wrong?" Seeing Huang Ze's calm face, as if he hadn't heard anything, Zhang Guorong patted him and said, "Director Huang, congratulations! The Palme d'Or, my winning of Best Actor didn't stop you from winning the highest award!"

After hearing Zhang Guorong's compliment, Huang Ze no longer thought about it.

Who cares whether the Golden Bear is easy to get or not.

I've won a prize, let me be happy first!

With a smile on his face, Huang Ze raised his chin towards Zhang Guorong.

"Of course, you don't want to see who took the photo?"

"That's right, Director Huang, you are this, sir!"

"Okay, don't use the Beijing accent when you chat normally." Huang Ze hugged Qi empty-handed, and then hugged or shook hands with other people around him, accepting each other's blessings.

Then, Huang Ze adjusted his collar and walked up with big strides.

"Congratulations, Huang."

"Thank you!" Huang Ze shook hands with the award presenter and took the trophy from him.

While looking down at the award in his hand, Huang Ze made a joke.

“It’s almost the same as what I got last time!”

In fact, there have been changes. In 92, the jeweler redesigned the cup base and replaced it with hand-cut crystal. This is the one in my hand.

But Huang Ze wanted it to be made of pure gold like in later generations! The trophy alone was worth a lot of money.

"Hahaha." Everyone in the audience laughed.

Huang Ze also smiled more brightly, "As everyone knows, this is my second Palme d'Or."

“I would like to express my sincere gratitude to the Cannes jury for their kindness to me!”

"In addition, Zhang Guorong thanked me just now, so I would like to thank him as well. Without his efforts, there would be no Cheng Dieyi, and naturally there would be no Farewell My Concubine. He and this film can be said to have achieved each other." "I would also like to thank the actors Gong Li, Zhang Fengyi, Ge You..."

Huang Ze had plenty of time, so he listed twenty or thirty of the main actors and crew members before he stopped. If one has a good memory, one should know when to stop, otherwise he would name hundreds of names and it would be embarrassing for everyone.

And there is something more important to say!
Huang Ze stopped thanking the cast and crew and began his usual process of thanking his motherland, his parents, the school that nurtured him, etc.

After fluently saying these words which he had said who knows how many times, Huang Ze raised the trophy in his hand towards the camera, then walked down from the podium and returned to his seat.

"Director Huang, please show it to me. I can only take the certificate. The Cannes trophy is something I will never get in my lifetime!"

"You can't say that!" Huang Ze said as he handed the trophy to Zhang Guorong.

"Ah?" Zhang Guorong looked at Huang Ze curiously, "Director Huang, do you think I have the potential to make movies? Can I win the Palme d'Or as a director in the future?"

"You can try, but what I mean is," Huang Ze pointed at the other party's certificate, "Award certificates always look a bit shabby. Who knows, the Cannes Organizing Committee may replace the best actor's certificate with a trophy someday."

"Does that mean I can still take the certificate to exchange for another one from him?" Zhang Guorong raised his eyebrows, "Or are you sure you can help me get another one, Director Huang?"

"I'm really not sure about this!" Huang Ze smiled bitterly, "Cannes is not run by my family, and they can't give me a third Palme d'Or. In the future, unless there are some works that I don't plan to win awards, I will promote them in Cannes. Otherwise, I will definitely make a bid for the Berlin Film Festival."

"Then the Berlin Film Festival winner!"

"That film festival is all about trophies, there's not much sense of accomplishment!" Huang Ze had already helped the other party win a Best Actor award, so how could he agree to give him another one?

I don’t know when the next time I’ll use Zhang Guorong for a movie will be.

"Hahaha!" Zhang Guorong knew that Huang Ze was trying to change the subject, so he didn't ask any further questions.

At this moment, a hand reached out to the Palme d'Or trophy in Zhang Guorong's hand, "Brother, can you show it to me?"

"Oh." Knowing that it was assistant director Feng Xiaogang, Zhang Guorong immediately let go of his hand.

Feng Xiaogang took the trophy, stroked it gently, and stared at it, his eyes shining.

"Damn, I don't know when I can get such a big prize!"

“When the time comes, I’ll throw the trophy in their faces and let them know that things have changed and I’m a big director now!”

Feng Xiaogang swallowed subconsciously.

Then his mind started working quickly, thinking about his future.

What film are you going to make next?

"Can I also make a film that can win an award?"

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Feng Xiaogang tried to think of a story to film, but he found that the words in his mind were all from Wang Shuo's novels.

"How about filming a novel of his first? Test the waters first?"

"Oh, that's right, it's safer this way. After all, I've never made a movie before, so finishing a movie first is more important than anything else!"

Feng Xiaogang reluctantly returned the Palme d'Or to Huang Ze through Zhang Guorong.

The highest awards were presented, and soon enough, tonight's Cannes Film Festival came to an end.

But "Farewell My Concubine" won two major awards, and Huang Ze kept his word and took everyone to the agreed hotel for a celebration banquet.

After eating and drinking, they didn't know what time it was before they returned to the hotel.

(End of this chapter)