Huayu02 started by making films.

As the nominees for the film festival gradually arrived, the opening ceremony was about to begin.

"Come to Thyssen..."

"My grilled grills..."

Han Yi looked up in confusion, staring at the two foreigners standing on the stage, babbling away, and thought to himself:

"No wonder Venice was overtaken by Cannes. What's the point of having the festival president and the vice minister of culture preside over it? They just keep rambling on and on with grand pronouncements. Is the jury president someone who's just sitting around doing nothing?"

Han Yi turned his gaze to the side of the stage. Wow! The jury chair, Gong Li, was standing there with the other judges. Gong Li was holding a slip of paper in her hand, glancing at it every now and then, her lips moving slightly.

Chen Chen followed Han Yi's gaze and asked softly, "Han Yi, should we find some time to invite Sister Gong Li to dinner? After all, she is the chairperson of the jury."

Han Yi leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "You know she's the chairperson of the judging panel, so you absolutely can't say these things outside. We need to avoid suspicion, understand?"

"So, who exactly did you go to yesterday when you said you'd use connections?" Chen Chen pursed his lips and muttered softly.

Han Yi gently held her hand and said, "Don't worry, your man has plenty of ways to handle things."

Watching the two whispering intimately, Fan Xiaopang raised an eyebrow slightly. Her gaze shifted, her body leaned forward, and her right hand stealthily reached downwards—

"hiss……"

Han Yi straightened his back instantly.

"Slap slap slap!!!"

After the two old men on stage finished speaking, applause rang out in the audience. Han Yi and Chen Chen, who had been lost in thought, immediately joined in the applause.

Immediately afterwards, jury chairwoman Gong Li and several other jury members came on stage one by one to make an appearance, and then the movie began to be shown.

The lights dimmed, and the screen lit up.

The opening film of this year's film festival, Frida Kahlo, directed by American director Julie Taymor, has officially begun screening.

The air conditioning in the venue was set very low. Seeing that Chen Chen was only wearing a thin dress, Han Yi took advantage of the dim lighting and gently pulled her into his arms. The two snuggled together and began watching a film.

Fan Xiaopang, who was standing to the side, moved his eyes slightly, his gaze lingering on the two of them for a moment before he quietly moved closer to them.

"Slap slap slap!!!"

More than two hours later, as the end credits rolled, Han Yi joined all the filmmakers in applause, officially concluding the opening ceremony.

Frida Kahlo – a film directed by an American female director, featuring a Mexican actress, about an old woman with bound feet.

As the lights gradually brightened, Han Yi looked down at Chen Chen's flushed cheeks in his arms, his appetite tingling. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Let's go straight back to the hotel, I can't wait any longer."

Chen Chen rolled her eyes at him, then whispered in his ear, "You're dreaming. I'm on my period."

Han Yi was taken aback, and quickly took off his suit jacket: "I'll tie it around your waist for you. Let's go back to the hotel first, don't let it drip down..."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Chen gently patted his arm and said reproachfully, "It's okay, I put it on beforehand. Put your clothes on."

Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief, put his suit back on, and laughed, "Don't just say half of what you mean, you scared me."

The filmmakers in the venue gradually left. Han Shanping walked over, wanting to pull Han Yi to meet some film producers.

Han Yi thought to himself, "I'm not going to win the Golden Lion for this film anyway, so what's the point?" He then made an excuse that Chen Chen wasn't feeling well and went straight back to the hotel to sleep.

Plain.

In the middle of the night, there was a gentle knock on the door. Han Yi opened his eyes, glanced at Chen Chen who was fast asleep beside him, and quietly got out of bed to open the door.

Jiang Wen stood outside the door. He lowered his voice, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "Come on, Brother Han, your older brother found a great place. I'll show you around."

Han Yi frowned: "What kind of operation? A brothel?"

Jiang Wen waved his hand: "Superficial. You'll understand when you get there."

"Then wait for me a moment."

Han Yi went back to his room, typed a message on Chen Chen's phone, then got dressed and went out.

The two went downstairs one after the other. Jiang Wen led him through several narrow alleys to the smallest screening room in Venice—also known as the "Casino Room".

The so-called casino hall is actually a small cinema converted from an old casino, similar to the layout of Hong Kong's M+ cinema.

The hall was really small. Han Yi followed Jiang Wen's buttocks inside. At first, it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. After walking several dozen steps...

suddenly see the light.

I saw a small theater with only forty seats. The screen wasn't big, but the equipment was new, and the seats were almost full.

Robert was tinkering with the equipment on stage, while also promoting his new film.

Han Yi lowered his head and followed Jiang Wen to the last row to sit down. He glanced up and saw Jiang Wu next to him.

"Lu Taro didn't come?" Han Yi asked in a low voice.

Jiang Wu pursed his lips, gesturing for him to look ahead.

Lu Taro was sitting alone at the far right front of the theater—the worst seat for viewing.

"What's he doing sitting there?" Han Yi wondered to himself.

Han Yi straightened up slightly and glanced over there. Damn, there was a roll of toilet paper next to that little brat's seat.

Robert quickly set up the machine on stage, loaded the film, cleared his throat, and began to introduce it:

"My name is Robert, and I'm an independent filmmaker. It's fate that we've come together from so far away. Without further ado, please enjoy my work."

Han Yi lowered his head and covered his face, not daring to look up; it was too difficult to suppress his laughter.

As soon as the movie started, before the visuals even appeared, the audio began: "Hmph haha... Hehe shoo shoo... Oh my god... Oh my god..."

The Wen and Wu brothers' expressions changed drastically. They stood up almost simultaneously, grabbed Han Yi from both sides, and rushed outside.

Running out into the hallway, Jiang Wen took out cigarettes and offered one to each of them. The three of them puffed away in the darkness, Jiang Wen grumbling as he spoke:

"I knew that kid Rikutaro was up to no good. Talking about social taboos, I'll just say it's taboo stuff!"

Jiang Wu chimed in, "That's right! When he came to see me tonight, I knew something was off."

"Why didn't you say so sooner?" Jiang Wen glared at him.

Jiang Wu chuckled and said, "Then why did you ask me to invite President Han as well?"

Han Yi, who was standing to the side, was already laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight, and said intermittently:

"Senior brother... I thought it was some kind of artistic exploration, but it turns out it's this kind of social taboo. But in a sense, it's not wrong, hahaha..."

Jiang Wen's face darkened, and he said in a gruff voice, "Now you've got something on me. Let me tell you, you're not allowed to tell anyone about this."

"Haha...good...hahaha..."

Jiang Wu suddenly peeked into the direction of the screening room: "Why hasn't Lu Taro come out yet?"

"It's special, it's a dead ball."

Han Yi waved his hand: "How could such a big person get lost? If you're worried, I'll go back and check."

After saying that, he turned around and slipped back into the casino hall, called Robert aside, and whispered to him to take some pictures of Lu Taro watching the movie as a souvenir.

Robert hesitated, "Han, this isn't the right thing to do. I went through a lot of trouble to get these audience members together."

Han Yi patted him on the shoulder: "Old Luo, it's okay, he's not European. I'm starting a new film in France later, how about you help me with the cinematography?"

"Really?" Robert's eyes lit up. "When?"

"I'll let you know when Venice ends in the second half of the year."

Robert nodded immediately and ran off to get the camera.

It was already past midnight when Han Yi and the Wenwu brothers returned to the hotel.

Seeing that there were no missed calls from Chen Chen on his phone, Han Yi paused in front of his own door, then turned around and knocked on Fan Xiaopang's door on the left...

Silent all night.