Huayu02 started by making films.

After the film festival opened, Han Yi went with Teacher Dai to see other shortlisted films.

The first film we saw was "A Man Without a Past." Han Yi bought a ticket and went in, but after watching for a while, he didn't quite understand it and was busy chatting with the other filmmakers around him.

The next day, the main course arrived—the premiere of "The Pianist".

The venue was packed with people. Han Yi arrived a little too late and couldn't get a ticket. The staff brought him a folding stool so he could sit and watch the whole thing.

This movie tells the story of a genius pianist who suffered daily torture in a Jewish ghetto during the Nazi era. In the end, he moved a German officer with his piano playing and survived until the end of the war.

The movie is fine, but Han Yi, looking at it from a futuristic perspective, feels something is off. Little Mustache's actions are clearly a good thing.

"Damn it, it's all politically correct. And the producers, directors... are all Europeans."

Han Yi suddenly realized something, made a note in his notebook, and planned to use the same method of fighting poison with poison on Cannes next year.

After watching "The Pianist," Han Yi followed the crowd out of the theater and saw a group of independent filmmakers surrounding a film distributor, trying every means to sell their films.

Cannes not only has a main competition and non-competitive sections, but also independent filmmakers from all over the world who specialize in film festivals.

Director Jia is actually one of them, but he is a step above the average independent director because he has investors behind him.

Han Yi looked at the group of people and wanted to join in the fun.

They had barely squeezed in when the film distributors had already mostly left, leaving only a few independent filmmakers looking at each other, muttering, "Fk...Mot..."

Han Yi took out a pack of Bailiqun cigarettes he had bought at the Capital Airport from his pocket, handed them out to the group, and asked in fluent Chinese-accented English, "My name is Han Yi. Are you all independent filmmakers?"

A blond, white-skinned foreigner nodded, then burst into a tirade: "Damn it, the Cannes film distributors are all trash! They won't even give you a chance to watch a movie!"

"That Polish guy from earlier, I hope I never run into him again, or I'll curse him every time I see him!"

"With legs that short, no wonder he got caught in a lightning attack."

"Are you going to watch the movie in another theater?"

"Screw it, the Americans are even more annoying!"

"Aren't you going to communicate with them anymore?"

"It's all political correctness, what's there to talk about?"

"Exactly! It doesn't even show a single nude detail; how can it be called a movie?!"

As Han Yi listened to the group complaining to each other, he thought to himself, "There are still some sensible people among the masses."

After finishing his cigarette, several men grabbed Han Yi, insisting on finding a place to "have a chat." Two of the Frenchmen were even carrying film reels.

Based on the principle of "since we're already here," Han Yi followed this group of European independent filmmakers to see what they were making.

The group arrived at the smallest theater in this year's Cannes Film Festival, which could only hold about a hundred people.

As soon as he entered, Han Yi smelled an unusual scent, like that of photinia.

Although the theater was small, it was fully equipped, and the screen was quite large. The group took the film reels to the projector, ready to take turns showing them.

The young Frenchman leaped onto the stage and let out a loud whistle:

"I'm Robert! This theater is shared, but I paid the most, so my movie goes first!"

He then inserted the film into the machine, and the film slowly began to rotate.

The film hits the mark right from the start, with its boldness and ingenious perspective surpassing even Han Yi's extensive film viewing experience from his previous life.

It is presented to the audience without any concealment, reservation, or reservation.

As the first act ended, applause and whistles erupted from the audience. The young Frenchman was overjoyed, thinking, "These people really understand art!"

Han Yi sat next to several foreigners, watching them flirt and whisper sweet nothings, as if they wanted to broadcast it live, and muttered to himself:

"This guy definitely came from Woodpecker Film Studio. His movies are so damn marketable, but they just can't be shown in theaters."

He's come to the wrong place; how can you openly watch high-octane movies at a film festival?

If he were to buy a set of equipment and take it to the French countryside, playing it in every village and town, the crowds of men, young and old, would absolutely swarm the venue.

Finally, follow the route and travel all over Europe, and you'll be the King of European R-rated Films!

By nearly eight o'clock, two movies had already been shown, and the atmosphere in the theater became increasingly ambiguous and sticky.

Han Yi stood up, said goodbye, and left. If he didn't leave soon, he was afraid these people would spy on him. He was currently in a tense situation, and to make matters worse, he hadn't brought a female companion.

The following morning, Section Chief Jia met Han Yi at the hotel restaurant and invited him to see "The Forest of Bliss".

Han Yi chewed on his hard bread and asked, "What movie is it? The title sounds like an adult film?"

Jacques sat down opposite him casually: "It's a Thai film about the plight of marginalized groups, with a forbidden love story intertwined with it."

Han Yi swallowed a mouthful of bread, then gulped down some water: "Then what are we waiting for? I love edgy topics the most."

8:30 a.m., Debiao West Hall, Palais des Festivals.

Han Yi and Section Chief Jia sat side by side watching "The Forest of Bliss".

This film deals with the taboo subject of love, depicting the cultural taboos between a Thai woman and an illegal Burmese immigrant. The dialogue is simple, and the director frequently employs long takes.

After the screening, the director brought the female lead onto the stage and shared their creative inspirations intimately, completely ignoring the male lead's sullen face next to them.

Han Yi stared at the male lead, feeling as if he were wearing a green hat. Lost in thought for a moment, he muttered to himself, "This is the Thai version of Feng Xiaogang."

Coming to his senses, he nudged Section Chief Jia, who was listening intently, and asked, "What did the director just say?"

Section Chief Jia casually replied, "It's about him and the female lead swimming naked in the Chao Phraya River."

"Not a single hair was shown in the movie!"

Section Chief Jia turned to look at Han Yi, completely bewildered, only to hear his junior colleague add:

"There's nothing there, so what kind of taboo film is it? This film is so-so. You'd be better off watching films made by locals; they'll show you anything."

The section chief, an art enthusiast, glanced around and immediately lowered his voice: "Where?"

"Come on, I'll take you there."

After Han Yi finished speaking, he got up and left his seat, and the section chief followed him casually.

Han Yi led Section Chief Jia to the "Mahjong Room" with practiced ease; he had given it that name to him before going to bed the night before.

As soon as he entered, Han Yi exclaimed, "Holy crap, where did all these people come from!"

In this small hall that could only hold a hundred people, men and men, women and women, women and men... were crammed into the seats, and even the aisles were full of people lying down.

The two found an empty spot in the corner of the screen and tilted their heads to watch the movie.

They were showing another French film, with a different plot but a similar formula, but it was bolder than yesterday's, offering everything you could want, and making everything crystal clear.

France truly deserves its title as the "City of Romance"!

After watching two movies with Han Yi, Section Chief Jia strolled back to the hotel. On the way, he said earnestly, "Junior brother, don't come back after you go back."

Han Yi was stunned: "Wasn't this what you wanted to see?"

The section chief chuckled sheepishly, "I'm just worried about the negative impact. Look at you, so young to be nominated for Cannes. If you win an award, wouldn't you be set for life? What if the media finds out you were watching this kind of film in Cannes? That would be terrible. Listen to your senior, you're still young, you can't handle it!"

Han Yi silently added in his mind, "Let me do it."

He readily agreed, "I'll do whatever you say, senior. But what if you can't remember the way?"

The section chief quickly waved his hand: "I have a good memory, I've already written it down."

As soon as the two entered the hotel lobby, they saw Zhao Tao sitting alone on the sofa. He said irritably, "Where have you been gallivanting off to? I woke up and couldn't find you. Did you go out for a foot bath? Be careful not to catch any weird diseases, or I'll catch you again."

You see, there's a reason why Section Chief Jia has been using Zhao Tao as the female lead for so many years.

Han Yi immediately stepped forward to smooth things over, and after some explanation, he left and went back to his room. As for Teacher Dai, he went to the beach to sunbathe.