Huayu02 started by making films.

Guo Fan went to Hongjisu Internet Cafe without even having lunch. He finally found the name Chen Chen in the character introduction section of Han Yi's two movies.

After making inquiries from various sources, Guo Fan arrived at the Department of Management at Beijing Film Academy. Seeing that the visitor was sincere and had a good attitude, Chen Chen went back to Jimenli.

She took out the film that Han Yi had left her, went into the screening room of the Beijing Film Academy, and explained it to him while showing it. This moved Guo Daji very much, and she exclaimed that Sister Chen was awesome.

Meanwhile, Donglaishun Hot Pot Restaurant.

The two things Han Yi mentioned at the Beijing Film Academy last time: the director of "Tibetan Antelope" has been decided, and the script has been revised by the Department of Literature. Li Xiang couldn't get on board, so he could only settle for second best and approach Da Gao and Xiao Zhao, hoping to get a position in "Chinese Paladin".

So, just for this matter, Li Xiang set up a table, picked up a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), and said:

"Brother Gao, Brother Zhao, could you please talk to Brother Yi for me again? Although I'm in the directing department, I'm not on the same page as that Lu Taro!"

"Go away, Yi-ge isn't that kind of person. But whether you, Li Xiang, are Lu Taro or not is another matter," Gao Qiang joked.

"Exactly, what good birds can come out of your directing department?" Zhao Bin chimed in.

"I'm innocent!" Li Xiang said with a mournful face.

"We were all doing fine until that traitor Lu did this. Oh, by the way, I also helped promote Lu Taro's 'photo scandal' posts on Sina!"

"Come on, finish what's in your glass before you talk to me. I have the utmost contempt for people like you who drink and raise fish." Gao Qiang curled his lip.

"Alright, watch this!"

Li Xiang downed his glass of wine in one gulp, then filled it again and drank it all in one go. Zhao Bin then said:

"Actually, Yi-ge didn't even tell me about the 'Chinese Paladin' project. You might as well go be Lao Du's assistant director instead of me..."

"You're getting tired of this. Hurry up and make up for the drinks you owe me." Li Xiang interrupted Zhao Bin, his face red and his neck thick.

"Don't rush, the news from Cannes hasn't been released yet!"

"What's going on?"

"Oops, I let it slip!" Gao Qiang quickly wiped his mouth and explained.

Li Xiang felt like he had discovered a new continent and insisted on getting to the bottom of it. Finally, out of desperation, Zhao Bin dialed Han Yi's number.

After the call connected, he said, "Brother Yi, you...you..."

Han Yi, who had just gotten out of Emma's bed, said impatiently on the other end of the phone, "What do you mean 'what do you mean'?! How many drafts of the 'Chinese Paladin' script are there already?"

"Brother Yi...I...I..."

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, ''? Are you drunk and calling to kill time? Don't you know I'm out of town?'"

An argument broke out on the other end of the phone. Gao Qiang grabbed the phone and quickly explained the situation in a few words.

After Han Yi understood the reason for the matter, he said, "Let's talk about it after I'm released from quarantine," and then hung up the phone.

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The Champs-Élysées in Paris is brightly lit, its glamour and romance never ending, while the Seine River ripples under the lights.

Han Yi stood on the balcony of Emma's house, overlooking the entire city center of Paris. He felt a surge of pride and opened the window, intending to shout a few words, but the cold wind made him shrink back inside.

"No, I can't stand being woken up in the middle of the night. I need to find someone to keep me company."

As Han Yi scrolled through his phone's contacts, he was thinking up some wicked ideas.

You are the one.

Han Yi pressed the dial button, and after a short while, the call was connected. A deep, gruff middle-aged male voice said:

"Han Yi, the situation in China is not very clear right now. As you know, SARS is in its outbreak phase. I estimate that even if you make it to Cannes, I won't be able to go."

As a reborn individual, Han Yi naturally knew that this SARS outbreak would only last until the end of May and would gradually end, far less severe than the COVID-5 pandemic 20 years later.

Besides, would ordinary people receive the same treatment as this group?

He immediately comforted her, saying, "Mr. Han, that's why I called you. You must take good care of yourself. The burden of the entire Chinese film industry rests on your shoulders. You absolutely cannot afford to get sick..."

Han Shanping interrupted, half-laughing and half-crying, and asked, "Alright, you definitely didn't call me about this. Just tell me what it is."

"I want the original film ban order that the Film Bureau issued to me, the one with the red stamp!"

"What do you need this for?" Han Shanping asked curiously.

"My dear Mr. Han, please don't ask so many questions. Just consider it a favor. I know the Film Bureau won't give it to me if I go there myself. Could you go and get it for me? Otherwise, I might just refuse to return to China."

Although still curious, Han Shanping immediately agreed for the sake of the bigger picture and for the sake of China Film Group's investment in "Touch of the Light".

After hanging up the phone, Han Yi called Dao Rong, Du Zhe, and Chen Chen to remind them to take good care of themselves. Then he went back to Emma's bed and took a nap.

September 1,

Michelle Yeoh called, her voice choked with emotion, to tell Han Yi that her brother had died.

Sigh, what else could Han Yi do? He comforted her over the phone and planned to go back to Hong Kong to discuss the arrangements for the Qing Dynasty opera with her.

Fast forward to the middle of the month,

The Cannes Film Festival announces the members of this year's jury and the list of films nominated.

First, there is the judging panel, which consists of nine people this year, including the chairperson, one more than last year.

The chairman of the jury was French director Patrice Charlene.

She was also a guest on the "Very Sunday" program, where she previously appeared on the same stage as Han Yi.

After the recording of "Very Sunday" was completed, Han Yi asked Emma to meet with Mr. Pat a few more times alone. Although he could not lift a car or spray spider silk with one hand, it did not stop Han Yi from licking him.

Director Pat idolized Little Mustache, except that Pat was born into a gardener's family, while Little Mustache was a failed art school student. But this did not prevent the two from sharing a common interest in art.

An absolute racist who despises Nicholas.

After a few meals together, Han Yi's relationship with him progressed rapidly; they were practically inseparable, like they were about to go to the black neighborhood of Paris to fight black people.

The initial $400 million that Han Yi transferred also came in handy; those who know, know. Mr. Pat has already secured his vote.

Looking at the judging panel members, American actress Meg Ryan and director Steven Spielberg have already been won over by Shay. The two happen to be among the directors and actors that Han Yi asked Shay to lobby for last year.

So far, we have secured three votes.

Another French actress, Karin Vihar, was a member of the jury. When the Cannes announcement came out, Pat called Han Yi to inform him that he and she were old acquaintances, no doubt about it.

From then on, they gained another vote.

With four votes so far, Han Yi felt reassured and confident that the matter was settled.

Why?

Some viewers asked, "Isn't there a total of 9 judges? Why did it only take 4 votes to decide the winner?"

Han Yi had certainly taken that into consideration. The judging panel consisted of nine members, and one of the judges was none other than Jiang Wen, a famous Chinese actor and also a banned director!

Hahaha.

Han Yi cast his younger brother Jiang Wu as the lead actor. While filming "Touch of the Light" in France, he also lent Jiang Wen $100 million to send back to China to save his girlfriend. Why?

Isn't this the day we've been waiting for?

The referees, the players, the host—everyone on and off the stage is mine. Han Yi doesn't believe he can lose this year's Cannes!

The advantage lies with me! (Fenghua accent)

At this moment, Han Yi was lying on Emma's sofa, eating the imported grapes that Emma had asked him to bring, browsing the news, and looking quite pleased with himself.

"Pooh..."

Han Yi spat out a grape seed and muttered under his breath, "The timing, the location, and the people are all mine. What can you possibly use to fight me, Gus?"

"Who is Guts?" Emma asked curiously, cupping her hands in her hands.

Han Yi turned the laptop screen around, indicating that he wanted to see it.

Emma leaned over and looked at the webpage, which displayed the list of films nominated for this year's Cannes Film Festival: