Huayu: Are you even sitting up straight? You're going to be the director?

Chapter 28 Unearthing the Rotten Roots of Art!
At one point, the entire auditorium fell silent.

Wang Hongwei, one of the main creators, was suddenly taken aback.
He seemed to understand, yet he also seemed not to understand, but he clearly heard what Cao Zhong was saying.

This left Wang Hongwei's head buzzing, and only two words remained in his mind.

"It's over!"

Cui Xinqin, what the hell did you send me?!

Can you make him shut up?
Shut up?!
When he confronted Han Sanpin, he admitted it.
After all, he hadn't expected to be ambushed.

Han Sanpin's feedback was also positive.

But now, you're going to turn the world upside down.

Is it safe to touch this person?

It's worth noting that the British Empire's "Sight & Sound" magazine ranked this person's films very high, even placing them at the top of the list in the sphere of influence of a certain distant superpower.

You're being too harsh in criticizing him!

Many people respect him!

Those people were Wang Hongwei's beloved relatives and friends, his brothers and sisters!
"Little Cao, how am I supposed to treat people like this?! My dear Cao!"

Xing Nana was also shocked, and a chill ran down her spine instantly.

But in his eyes as he looked at Cao Zhong, there was a glimmer of hope.

Although Ning Hao is her husband, she loves him very much and supports his talent.

Ning Hao is very tough and persistent about what he wants to do.

But today, she saw an even tougher side in Cao Zhong.

A kind of toughness I've never felt in Ning Hao before.

Did he fire the cannon?

But she was also afraid of Cao Zhong.

Because I understand, I am afraid.

Because I understand, I feel cold.

But some people didn't understand, such as Ning Hao, Huang Xiaoming, Yang Mi, and Han Sanpin.

Even if they are the quietest people who don't know what happened,
They also realized that things were not so simple.

Cao Zhong's words are truly powerful!
Layer by layer, just like peeling an onion.

It has a strong smell and it stings your eyes!

Heartbroken and indignant?

Until his question was finally uttered:

Yasujiro Ozu, why don't you apologize?

The student audience members who had been drawn in from the Beijing Film Academy all had their eyes light up.

Something's not right.
Why did it suddenly become so exciting?

The person who had been lying there leisurely suddenly sat up, straightened his back, and looked at Cao Zhong on the stage with shining eyes.

Han Sanpin, who sat down at the front of the table, smiled slightly.

want to laugh.

He also wanted to hear what Cao Zhong had to say.

But no matter what he says, he believes he can handle it.

This is the composure of the number one person in Chinese cinema.

Whether it's a renowned Chinese director or a Hollywood producer, when they meet him, they all treat him as the host and serve him tea.

What scene has he not seen before?

The media were even a little excited.
I initially thought it was just a project launch ceremony for a low-budget film.
I just came here to film Han Sanpin and to establish a good relationship with China Film Group.

If there are good movies or blockbusters in the future...

This allows them to go inside and get firsthand information.

At this moment, they were also very excited.

Bravo!

wild.

Is this a declaration of war?

The media, like sharks with a keen sense of smell, caught a strong whiff of blood!

Although the media couldn't understand some of it, it didn't stop them from sensing an undercurrent of tension in the auditorium!

At this moment, everyone was in a state of turmoil.

After a moment of silence, the room erupted into a cacophony of voices. The host was bewildered.

"Director Cao, if I may ask, who is Yasujiro Ozu?"

She's not in the industry, so she doesn't understand.

Cao Zhong really liked this question because he genuinely wanted more people to understand it, and he wanted everyone to understand it.

He raised the microphone, extended his palm, and gestured for everyone to be quiet. After a full two minutes of noise, the entire project launch event finally fell silent again.

Cao Zhong smiled, a calm smile.
"Ozu Yasujiro,

It's the gods who give lectures by certain artists.

He is one of the greatest directors in film history.

He is a master of Eastern aesthetics.
He is Japan's number one director, surpassing even Akira Kurosawa.

He is revered by countless directors.

He's a legendary figure in the film industry when it comes to telling family narratives...

He turned his head and looked at the host.
Then he turned his head and looked at the audience below.

But I'm very confused and puzzled.

Why didn't our teacher tell me that he was a sinner?

The entire scene fell silent.

Some of those who knew looked at Cao Zhong with serious expressions, feeling that Cao Zhong was radical.

Some who were unaware of the situation looked at Cao Zhong with shocked expressions, feeling a sense of dread.

Cao Zhong's voice continued.
Those words were harsh, but Cao Zhong felt they weren't harsh enough.
He held the microphone,

Gently, I paced back and forth on the stage.

"In Europe and America, there's a group of old-timers who have elevated a director who wasn't even in the top five in his day in the 1950s and 60s to godhood. They use the excuse of their own filial impiety to elevate him to the status of an artistic deity of family narratives. It's truly laughable."

Before the 1980s, the aging population there wasn't a serious problem. People there generally considered his films bland and incomprehensible.

Nobody held him in high regard.

Even within their own small circle, there was a lot of arguing.

After the 1980s, as Europe's aging society brought countless anxieties, Europeans and Americans suddenly understood.
So, it turns out that Xiao Rizi is unfilial.

There's no difference in any direction around the world.

Those people in Europe and America, under the guise of art, send their parents to nursing homes, offering an explanation for their filial impiety and making a movie a hit. Look at that, that's how the world is, that's how family relationships are—they always grow distant and cold. Life is about gradually drifting apart; that's human nature.

Restrained yet terrifying, cruel yet tender.

Cao Zhong looked up at the sky and sighed, then chuckled, "I hate it!"

"Holding artistic refinement,"

Learning from the coldness of the West,
They revered their art as divine.

hehe. "

A fierce glint flashed in Cao Zhong's eyes as he angrily rebuked,
"Are these people heartless?"

Is watching a three-hour movie just to feel alienation and coldness?

Can't I call my mom during these three hours?
Or can't I spend a few more hours going home, sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), and chatting with my mother for three hours about everyday life?
Isn't it a better perspective than the tatami view?

Isn't the perspective from the kang (heated brick bed) unrealistic?

Or is it simply because he doesn't have a mother?

Everything is quiet.

The only sound was Cao Zhong's heavy breathing as he held the microphone.

And the lighting throughout the auditorium.

The brightness and destruction are uncertain.

The door was suddenly blown open, and a howling, cold wind flashed outside.

It makes people feel cold.

Many of the people inside, at this moment, didn't even know what was causing the chill.

They just felt ice-cold all over their bodies, a bone-chilling cold.

It was as if someone had been placed in an ice cellar.

Cao Zhong stood there like a gardener.

He was digging a hole.
Some warmth needs to be buried.
You need to dig up some rotten roots.

(End of this chapter)