Huayu02 started by making films.

In the office of a television station in Paris.

Emma was holding a cup of coffee when her gaze fell on the open newspaper. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the familiar face in the photo, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"Han Yi!"

She murmured the name, her fingertips lightly pinching the edge of the newspaper, in a tone only she could hear:

"You dared to stand me up? I've finally caught you!"

……

On December 14, the premiere of "Hero" was held in the secondary hall of the Great Hall of the People. On the 16th and 17th, "premiere ceremonies" without showing the film were held in Shanghai and Guangzhou respectively.

Zhang Dapao shouldn't be a film investor; he's better suited for film marketing.

Meanwhile, the crew of "Untouchable" finally got back on track.

After the police car incident that night, Han Yi acted swiftly and decisively, removing several incompetent troublemakers from the film crew.

From then on, under Han Yi's high-pressure management, everyone in the team was on edge, and the set was so quiet that the only sound was the machine running.

That afternoon, the crew finished all their scenes ahead of schedule.

Han Yi picked up a megaphone and shouted into the film set:

"Everyone gets a treat tonight, extra food!"

"Yes! Yes! Director Han, I love you!!!"

"Waaaah, I finally made it..."

Dinner was held on the lawn behind EuropaCorp.

It has to be said that foreigners may be just average when they're working, but when it comes to throwing parties, they're truly gifted.

Han Yi signed several expense reports for the production crew, and soon the props, photography, and logistics teams were all busy at work.

winter?

Even in winter, you have to have fun outdoors.

The long dining table was filled with various French dishes:

The food included snails, onion soup, cheese bread, and beef stew in red wine...

They drank brandy, cognac, and anise liqueur.

Who knew fennel could be used to make wine?

Han Yi didn't touch the anise liquor at all. He just took a baguette, sat down in the chair, and slowly began to chew it.

Robert came over, holding a wine glass.

"Director Han, I must raise a glass to you. Thank you for giving me this opportunity to truly participate in a film. You are my god!"

Han Yi raised his glass, clinked it lightly, took a sip, and smiled, "You're too kind, Lao Luo. Actually, I have higher hopes for your development in the field of art films."

Robert gets really excited when art is mentioned. He pulled up a chair next to Han Yi and started talking non-stop:

"Director Han, let me tell you, a qualified director may not make high-octane films, but he must know how to make high-octane films!"

Back when I was at Woodpecker Studio, I was considered a pillar of the company. Those formally trained actors couldn't even match my skill in shooting action films. My lighting, angles, even my innerwear... it was just...

He does not mean that.

Han Yi suddenly remembered Hong Kong. Starting next year, the CEPA agreement will be officially implemented. Hong Kong films will not be subject to import quota restrictions after passing censorship, co-productions will enjoy the same treatment as domestic films, and the revenue sharing ratio will be significantly increased from 15%.

At that time, a large number of local Hong Kong film crews will find themselves with no films to shoot and no projects to work on.

We've been pretty good to them, haven't we?

However, this might also be an opportunity. Han Yi pondered:

"Why not find some Hong Kong filmmakers to drastically rewrite mainland Qing Dynasty dramas, like 'Yellow Pig Clucking,' 'Kangxi Emperor Searching for His Father,' 'How Da Yu'er Transformed into Pan Jinlian,' and so on, this Yellow Dynasty, that Yellow Dynasty, and so on."

Anyway, Hong Kong has a rating system, so we can just focus on attacking the lower body of those with queues.

Thinking of this, Han Yi squinted and chuckled.

Robert, watching from the side, felt his heart pounding and asked nervously, "Director Han, what's making you so happy? You seem so engrossed..."

Han Yi waved his hand and asked, "Old Luo, do you know anything about the history of the Qing Dynasty?"

Robert looked bewildered: "Han, I don't know much about your country's history, um, I..."

"It's nothing, just a casual question. But you can read some books about it when you have time to learn more about the Qing Dynasty; it might come in handy someday."

As the two were talking, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the lawn.

The people at the dinner party all gathered around, and Han Yi and Robert also got up and squeezed forward.

Who says only Chinese people love to join in the fun?

Standing outside the fence was a blonde, blue-eyed woman with a curvaceous figure, fair skin, and a few freckles on her face. She looked particularly beautiful under the streetlights on this winter night.

Han Yi and the crew originally just wanted to gossip, wondering if some scumbag had abandoned his wife and children or refused to pay for an abortion, and the female lead had come knocking on their door.

As I approached, I overheard several foreigners from the photography crew commenting on the girl:

"Wow, that figure..."

"Look at this pomelo! Look at this pomelo! It's absolutely top-quality, round and firm, and it'll feel wonderfully chewy!"

"I could admire those legs for a year..."

Han Yi became more and more engrossed in listening, and he squeezed a gap through the group of foreigners with strong body odor to peek over the fence.

shocked.

Isn't that Emma?

What's she doing here? Surely it's not some trouble caused by someone on set again...

Before she could figure it out, Emma had already cupped her hands around her mouth, making a megaphone shape, and shouted into the fence:

"Han Yi! Don't hide in there silently, I know you're there! You've got the guts to stand me up, but you don't have the guts to open the door! Open the door, Han Yi! You've got the guts to stand me up, but you don't have the guts to open the door, open the door, open the door now..."

Emma spoke in French, rattling off a long string of words.

Han Yi only understood the repeated words "Han Yi," which were drawn out and had a heavy nasal tone.

She was wearing a trench coat and stockings, shivering slightly in the cold winter night wind.

Seeing this part of the play, Han Yi quietly took a step back, shielded a group of foreigners in front of him, and then turned and ran away.

He slipped away to the security room at the entrance and spoke a few words to the French man on duty.

The old man immediately picked up his shield, tucked pepper spray around his waist, and strode confidently toward the crowd.

Soon, the crowd was dispersed.

Han Yi sat in the security room and saw Emma walking gracefully towards him with a security guard through the window.

He strolled out, first offering the old man a cigarette before taking Emma's hand and greeting him warmly.

"Emma! It's you? It's true what they say, life is full of unexpected encounters, and fate brings us together even from a thousand miles away. Even heaven, if it had feelings, would grow old..."

Emma rolled her eyes, hugging her arms and trembling: "Han, you still haven't told me why you stood me up that night."

Han Yi took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, then immediately began to speak:

"Emma, ​​you have to understand, in the East, boys must go back to their own rooms to sleep by midnight, otherwise the God of Marriage will punish them."

Emma pulled her coat tighter and snuggled into his arms: "But this is France. What you're doing is very ungentlemanly."

"I completely agree."

Han Yi said sincerely, "That's why I came all this way to film this movie, just to be closer to you."

He lowered his head, looked into Emma's eyes, and his voice softened:

"You know what? I lost you in Cannes in April. I didn't know where you lived, I only heard that you were a TV presenter in Paris. This time I chose to film on the shores of the Seine, hoping that on a quiet afternoon, as I walked past a corner café, I would suddenly run into you."

After saying that, Han Yi blinked and this time actually squeezed out two tears.

(I can't say any more, or Han Yi will start singing.)

Emma was moved to tears after hearing these heartfelt words.

She raised her head, tilted her face up, her azure eyes misty with tears, and her golden hair shimmered softly under the streetlights.

Suddenly, she leaned forward and silenced Han Yi's mouth with her lips.

The two deeply exchanged oxygen with each other.