Huayu02 started by making films.

This year's Cannes Film Festival main competition featured 21 films: 3 from the United States, 2 from Japan, 1 from China (Lou Ye and Zhang Ziyi's "Purple Butterfly"), 9 from other countries and regions, and 6 from France.

Among the six French films, one is Han Yi's Sino-French co-production, "The Intouchables".

Gus is an American director, and his film is "Elephant." If things had gone the same way, he would have been the winner of this year's Palme d'Or.

others,

There is also an "Un Certain Regard" section, which includes Wang Xiaoshuai's "Second Brother", Hong Kong director Yu Lik-wai's "Tomorrow's End", and Taiwanese director "Robinson Crusoe".

The remaining sections are the "Directors' Fortnight" and the "Critics' Week".

The "Non-Competitive Screenings" section is where the opening and closing films are selected.

There were various sections like "Midnight Screenings" and "Special Screenings," with about a hundred films participating in the exhibition.

Oh, one more thing.

Robert was originally supposed to be placed in the "Midnight Screenings" section at Cannes, but he didn't release any new films this year, and Woodpecker Studios was quite disappointed with him.

……

end of the month.

Fan Xiaopang made a phone call and summoned Han Yi to Italy, saying that he had something important to discuss.

Han Yi was getting a little tired of eating out at Emma's house every day, so he readily agreed.

Saying goodbye to Emma's reluctant French-style speaking, he embarked on this journey through Chinese cuisine.

Located in northern Italy, on the Po River Plain, at the southern foot of the Alps, at 45°28′N, 9°10′E.

Milan – Italy’s “economic capital”.

Those arch-rivals, Inter Milan and AC Milan, also have their roots here.

Han Yi stood on the roadside outside the Linate Airport terminal, looking at the street scene in the distance, and wondered to himself: Will Little Fatty stand me up?

Just as I was about to take out my phone, a Ducati motorcycle sped towards me from a short distance away.

It was Fan Xiaopang in the car. His leather jacket and pants clung tightly to his body, and his smooth, full curves almost seemed to burst out of the fabric.

She pulled down her helmet, raised an eyebrow, and gave him a flirtatious wink, looking dashing and heroic.

"Where did this handsome young man come from? Are you lost? Let me give you a ride!"

Han Yi slung his shoulder bag over his shoulder, strode onto the back seat, and sat down.

"This is the brand you endorse? What are you, a woman, doing endorsing motorcycles? Are you some kind of big shot in the riding world?"

Fan Xiaopang pouted, "I also want to be a Ferrari spokesperson, but they don't even want me... What can I do?"

"You still can't endorse motorcycles, it doesn't suit your image. Wouldn't it be better to endorse some fashion brands?"

Fan Xiaopang nodded while wearing a helmet: "I called you here for this. Two brands have expressed interest in collaborating, but I don't know which one to choose."

"Which two?" Han Yi leaned forward, pressing his body against her back.

The front is pressed against the back, meaning the placement is incorrect.

Fan Xiaopang pulled his hand over and placed it on his waist: "Hold on here, it's steady."

Before he finished speaking, he twisted the throttle and the Ducati shot off with a "whoosh".

Only two scattered names remain in the wind:

"Prada and Valentino!"

Lunch was booked at a retro tram restaurant, and Fan Xiaopang had made a reservation by phone in advance.

The two ate their meal while gazing at the flowing street scene outside the window.

The waiters served the dishes in order. Seeing that it was pasta, Han Yi quickly waved his hand:

"Take it away, take it away! Who ordered the spaghetti? I'm sick of it, take it away, take it away..."

Fan Xiaopang gestured to the waiter to remove the plate and asked curiously:

"Han Yi, what's wrong with you? Didn't you say you loved noodles the most in Paris? Why do you insist that your sister make noodles for you herself?"

Han Yi fiddled with his steak with his knife and fork, then looked up and rolled his eyes at her: "If I'd known it was spaghetti, I wouldn't have come."

"What a character." Fan Xiaopang winked back, forking the steak he had cut from his plate onto Fan Xiaopang's plate.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry. I'll treat you to a nice meal tonight."

"That's more like it."

Han Yi chewed on his steak and asked, his words muffled, "So, which company do you want to partner with?"

Getting down to business, Fan Xiaopang put down his knife and fork, looked over with his big, watery eyes, and said excitedly:

"Brother Han Yi, which company do you think I'd be more suited to?"

Han Yi wiped his mouth with a napkin, took a sip of champagne to moisten his throat, and said seriously, "I'm not a woman, how would I know which brands of clothes women like to buy?"

Fan Xiaopang then launched into a long and detailed introduction:

"Prada emphasizes minimalist craftsmanship, adheres to the principle of 'less is more,' and particularly enjoys challenging mainstream aesthetics. The brand was initially founded by Mario Prada, and later by Miucia Prada..."

"etc!"

Han Yi interrupted her, "Are you sure both of their names have Prada in them?"

Fan Xiaopang nodded blankly.

Interesting.

Han Yi suddenly thought of that movie from later years—"The Devil Wears Prada," a representative work of the fashion genre. When Anne Hathaway played the female lead, she still had a touch of youthful innocence.

Thinking of this, he sat down and looked Fan Xiaopang up and down, making her hair stand on end and goosebumps fall all over her body.

Fan Xiaopang felt uneasy under the stare: "What's wrong? Is my makeup ruined?"

As she spoke, she took out a small mirror from her bag and looked at herself.

At that moment, the tram restaurant was passing by Milan Cathedral and slowly pulled into the station.

Han Yi got out of the car first and dialed Dao Rong's number, who was in the United States:

"Daorong, go to Pennsylvania and find a woman around twenty-six years old named Lauren Weisberg. Buy the film adaptation rights to 'The Devil Wears Prada' from her."

What? Pennsylvania is too big. Here, find a few large magazines. If I remember correctly, Lauren works at a magazine.

Don't ask so many questions. The money will come from the finance department I brought. By the way, Batman, you know, Ben Affleck, how's he doing with you? Very obedient, right? That's good. I'll go to New Line Cinema again at the end of next month.

After hanging up the phone, Han Yi turned around and found Fan Bingbing right next to him, giving him a surprise kiss.

"Who were you talking to on the phone just now?"

Han Yi shrank back a little and said seriously, "Little Fatty, you've crossed the line. We're just ordinary friends."

Fan Bingbing nonchalantly replied, "I don't care if it's a regular 4T or not, I'm sticking to this, what can you do about it?"

She then wrapped her arms around him, and the two strolled along the street, leaning against each other.

"Why don't you choose Prada?" Han Yi asked.

"Okay! I'll do whatever you say!" Fan Bingbing shook his arm back and forth.

"Isn't this a Valentino boutique? Let's go in and take a look."

"But didn't you just mention Prada?"

"See if they sell high heels inside. I'll give you a pair."

"cut……"

Three days and four nights, hotel:

"Little Fatty, when did you learn to ride a motorcycle?"

"What's so hard about learning to ride a motorcycle? Just hold on tight to the handlebars, twist the throttle, and make sure you don't veer off course, right?"

"Then check if you've gone off-track yet?"

"Oh dear, this isn't my first time driving on the highway..."

"Hold on tight, let the experienced driver show you how to do it."

……

It's the fifth day in Milan.

Fan Bingbing received a regular endorsement contract from Prada and happily contacted reporters on the spot to report the news back to China.

Although the title of "Chinese Venice Film Festival Best Actress" is not very popular in Europe, it is a huge blow to actresses of the same caliber from mainland China.

5 month 12 day.

Han Yi arrived in Cannes, France, alone.

The warm Mediterranean breeze caressed his skin, making him feel lazy and comfortable. He found a beach, rented a hammock, and lay down to sunbathe.