Huayu02 started by making films.

All eyes immediately turned to them. Chen Chen quietly gripped Fan Xiaopang's hand, his expression tense. Jiang Wu unconsciously scratched the back of his head.

Han Yi pondered for a moment and decided to make up a story on the spot:

"Here's the thing, I met an international filmmaker in Cannes this year, and he told me that this was a true story that happened in his hometown in Europe... I was deeply moved after hearing it, so I adapted it into this film."

"Can you reveal which filmmaker it is?" the reporter pressed.

"inconvenient."

"Director Han, would you consider remaking this story in Europe? We also have many excellent actresses in Italy."

"There won't be a reshoot, but film companies interested in adapting it can contact me privately," Han Yi replied with a smile.

After a series of questions and answers, the post-screening Q&A session finally came to an end.

As the audience gradually left, the film distributors who had come to watch the film were already eager to approach and inquire about prices.

Han Yi had a lot of confidence in this film, or rather, in Sister Gong. He politely declined, saying:

"We'll talk more after the awards ceremony. Now, you can all go and see my senior colleague Jiang Wen's new film, 'The Missing Gun,' in the next hall."

Incidentally, this resulted in Jiang Wen's character being eliminated. Lu Taro, sitting in the audience, turned green with rage.

Han Shanping took over the conversation and led the film distributor to the next room.

Gong Li had seen the film before the festival opened. As an actress, she has always had a fondness for films with strong female leads. At this moment, she led several judges to Han Yi and shook his hand:

"Director Han, you filmed it really well... There's a chance to see you sometime—"

She paused, glanced at the judges beside her, and changed her words on the spot, "Fan Xiaopang's performance was also outstanding." She wanted to say, "Don't forget me if you get a good script," but given her current status, she just smiled and brushed it off.

Francesca Nelly also stepped forward to shake hands with Han Yi, speaking warmly: "Director Han, if you're adapting the story in Europe, you absolutely must film it in Italy. I know quite a few producers..."

"Definitely, definitely. I look forward to the opportunity to cooperate," Han Yi replied politely.

After seeing off the guests and audience, Han Yi told Chen Chen and Fan Xiaopang to go back to the hotel to rest, while he took Jiang Wu to support Han Shanping.

When I arrived at the adjacent theater, "The Missing Gun" was playing. The seats were mostly occupied by filmmakers and distributors, with a few reporters scattered around in the front row.

Han Yi found a seat and sat down, only then realizing that a note had been slipped into his hand without his knowledge. He thought for a moment; it seemed to have been handed to him by Gong Li during their handshake. He inwardly groaned.

"Little Fatty Fan, Little Fatty Fan, do you know how much suffering I've endured for you, my Best Actress award..."

More than an hour later, the screening of "Looking for a Gun" ended. Han Yi applauded along with everyone else.

Seeing that the response was acceptable, Han Shanping pulled Jiang Wen onto the stage to introduce and sell the film.

To everyone's surprise, Riku Taro followed. Sharp-eyed reporters immediately recognized him as the director who had become famous in Venice these past two days; his photo album had already been circulating on the island.

A reporter immediately raised the microphone and asked, "Director Lu, was it you watching the adult film in the theater?"

Other reporters quickly followed, pointing their cameras and microphones at the stage, flashing lights one after another, just like Edison Chen holding a press conference.

"Director Lu, what are your thoughts on how small you appear in the photo?"

Why is Director Lu silent? Is he considering a permanent retirement from the entertainment industry?

Seeing the situation was turning bad, Han Yi quickly pulled Jiang Wu to his feet and told the film distributors present to go outside to discuss business. He gave Jiang Wen and Han Shanping, whose faces were flushed, a meaningful look – time to get out of here.

Only Lu Taro was left standing alone on the stage, helpless and abandoned like a fool. He suddenly squatted down, buried his face in his knees, and began to sob, mumbling his grievances between sobs:

"It's all fake... I didn't go see it... If you don't believe me, go check the casino lobby, the person who showed the videos is long gone..."

A reporter astutely seized upon the flaw: "How did you know it was in the casino hall?"

"That's right, we didn't mention a specific location."

At this point, Lu Taro's reputation in Venice was completely ruined.

......

The hotel where the Venice jury members are staying.

Han Yi, wearing a hat and sunglasses, and dressed in a new outfit, walked slowly through the lobby with his head down and into the elevator.

Press the floor button, and the elevator rises silently.

Upon arriving at the designated floor, he followed the room number on the note, stopped in front of the door, and gently pressed the doorbell.

"Ding-dong... Ding-dong..."

After the bell rang twice, the door opened a crack. Han Yi slipped in, locked the door behind him, and put the chain on.

The room was dimly lit and warm, with an alluring atmosphere. He subconsciously swallowed.

"Let me check it first."

"What are you checking?"

"Check if there are any security cameras."

"Hurry up, the awards will be discussed tomorrow. If you try to contact me then, you won't have a chance."

"Okay, okay, what's the rush? Hey, wait a minute, I haven't washed yet..."

September 7, the day before the closing ceremony.

In the afternoon, in the hotel room.

Chen Chen, barefoot, paced back and forth on the carpet: "They said they'd notify us in advance if there was a prize, but why haven't we heard anything yet?"

"Chenchen, don't panic, we'll stay calm. I promise there'll be a reward." Han Yi got up and pulled her back to the sofa, his expression calm, though his back was a little sore.

"Bang bang bang!"

Chen Chen ran to open the door, and Fan Xiaopang, who had already run there three times, came. He stepped aside to let her in.

Han Yi looked at her and laughed, "Keep your composure. You're not as calm as a young person like me."

Fan Xiaopang secretly rolled her eyes at him, thinking to herself, "You haven't come to see me these past few nights." Her gaze then shifted to Chen Chen, noticing the lack of any spring in her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, the landline in the room suddenly rang.

"Ring ring! Ring ring!"

Fan Xiaopang's cheeks flushed slightly, and Chen Chen quickly pulled Han Yi to the phone.

"OK! OK! OKAnyway..."

After hanging up the phone, Han Yi turned to look at the two of them and opened his arms. Fan Xiaopang leaped into his arms, and Chen Chen followed suit, hugging him back.

The three of them hugged and spun around several times before Han Yi called out, "We've made it to the finals!"

Fan Xiaopang's already flushed face took on an even deeper blush. She hugged Han Yi, laughing and crying at the same time, "Han Yi, do you think I can really win Best Actress?"

Chen Chen's round eyes darted around, and she pulled Han Yi close, showering him with kisses. Then she whispered in his ear, her voice as soft as a feather:

"Han Yi, my relative has passed away."

Han Yi coughed lightly and glanced at the extra person in the room: "Little Fatty, why don't you go back to your room and prepare your acceptance speech? I still have some things to take care of here."

Having received confirmation, Fan Xiaopang strode out contentedly. Just as he opened the door, he turned back and gave Han Yi a wink.

Han Yi returned a glance, and the door was gently closed.

"Chenchen, shall we change the battlefield?"

"I want to take a bath..."

The following afternoon, the 59th Venice Film Festival closed with its awards ceremony.

In the hotel room, Han Yi groggily got out of bed, shook his still dizzy head, and dragged himself into the bathroom.

He had been playing around with Chen Chen until midnight last night, and then sneaked next door for two more meals. Right now, he still felt sleepy.

After washing up, Han Yi looked at himself in the mirror and sighed softly, "I've been ruined by alcohol and women, and I look so haggard... From today onwards, I will abstain from alcohol!"