Huayu02 started by making films.

Then, the male and female leads of the opening film "The Scent of Tulips" took the stage and announced the official opening of the film festival in French, English, and Siberian respectively.

Let's watch a movie together!

This film is produced by Luc Besson, the co-producer of "The Intouchables".

The film tells the story of a skilled country youth during the reign of Louis XV of France, who, through a series of adventures, becomes a national hero and finds love. It's a classic French action comedy, and a remake of the French comedic hero Fanfan's tale.

(Note: Not Louis XVI.)

Han Yi, arm in arm with Zhang Min, was quite engrossed in watching.

An hour and a half later, the subtitles appeared and the lights came on.

The opening ceremony has ended.

The next event was the premiere reception. Han Yi led Zhang Min into the banquet hall with ease. Amidst the clinking of glasses, almost all the guests, judges, and the main creative team who could attend were present.

Zhang Min drank half a glass of champagne, then excused herself from feeling unwell and went back to the hotel early to wash up, leaving Han Yi alone at the scene.

Now, birds can fly freely in the sky, and fish can leap freely in the sea.

Han Yi, holding a wine glass, moved among the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with one person and clinking glasses with another, as if he were in his element.

"Hey! Director Pi, your Jurassic Park was fantastic! The dinosaurs were so realistic they looked like they were about to leap off the screen."

Han Yi chuckled and toasted Spielberg, with several other judges standing nearby.

Director Pi responded familiarly, "Han, you're so young... Seeing you reminds me of myself back then. Time waits for no one..."

"Ding!"

The wine glasses clinked lightly.

Han Yi lowered his voice: "I'll have Xie Yi take you to the island a few more times later. I guarantee you'll be full of energy and look fifty years younger."

Director Pi quickly waved his hand: "No, no, we can't let Shay spend any more money. I'll pay for it myself."

Han Yi took a sip of champagne and thought to himself without showing any emotion: If you don't go a few more times, people will think that I, Han Yi, am not good at hospitality and can't even do public relations properly.

He smiled and said, "Director Pi, you're too polite. We're all family. Why bring up money?"

Director Pi blushed slightly: "Of course, of course..."

Immediately afterwards, Han Yi, along with Robert and François, went to get acquainted with the other judges. Otherwise, waiting until the film festival's official screening the next day to strike up a conversation would seem like treason.

This has a negative impact on Cannes.

The last judge was Jiang Wen.

At this moment, he was blushing and bragging to Gus, the director of "Elephant":

"Hey buddy, you know Quentin, right? He's my sworn brother! I'll introduce you two later. You're both in the shooting business, you'll definitely have a lot in common..."

Seeing that things were not going well, Jiang Wu quickly stepped forward to stop Han Yi from drinking, and Han Yi took Jiang Wen from behind and helped him up.

The two found a table and sat down. Han Yi asked, "Brother Wen, what's wrong with you? You can get drunk on red wine?"

Jiang Wen, with his head down, suddenly looked up, his eyes gleaming brightly:

"How can I see these monsters and freaks clearly if I don't get drunk? Don't worry, everything's under control. I'll definitely win you a big prize this time."

Han Yi was amused by his brother's seemingly serious yet unserious demeanor, thinking to himself: "My older brother is the most reliable. If I ever become chairman, even if you make a film called 'The Sun Also Rises,' I'll still tear up an award for you as a return gift."

He winked at Jiang Wen: "Brother Wen, didn't you go see your wife while you were in France?"

"Go away, you little brat, are you asking for trouble? You really don't know I'm talking to your sister Yun?"

Han Yi feigned envy: "That can't compare to you, Brother Wen. You change girlfriends with every film crew. Directors of your generation are really adept at playing the role of couples on set."

Jiang Wen, whose neck had initially turned red, now blushed even more, and said, "I'm leaving! Don't look for me starting tomorrow. Understand? Let's avoid suspicion! Humph!"

Pretty tsundere.

Han Yi leaned back in his seat, watching Jiang Wu try to help his brother back to the hotel, but Jiang Wen waved him away, leaving Han Yi both amused and exasperated.

"Director Han, may I sit here?"

Han Yi was slightly tipsy after drinking some wine. He looked up and saw Zhang Ziyi walking towards him with a wine glass in her hand, smiling and speaking timidly.

Good grief, you're two years older than Fan Xiaopang, what are you pretending to be so cute here?

Han Yi politely replied, "Sure, this isn't my place. You can sit wherever you like."

Zhang Ziyi lifted her skirt and sat down. Han Yi, following the example of "Black Earth Tight," glanced sideways but didn't see the gap.

Sigh, I can't squeeze it out no matter how hard I try. Who am I trying to keep out of here?

He had absolutely no interest in this person and was just about to find an excuse to send him away when he saw Li Dapang walking over gracefully.

Her low-cut dress swayed slightly with each step; her voice preceded her arrival.

"Director Han, I've admired you for a long time. I'm so glad to finally meet you in person today." Li Dapang didn't cover his chest. He sat down next to Han Yi on the left and rubbed against him gently.

Han Yi was at his wit's end: This older woman was six years older than Zhang Ziyi, but didn't she have a younger sister? Why didn't she bring her today?

He laughed it off: "What's there to admire about me? He's just a banned director, how can he compare to Director Kuzi from your company?"

Li Dapang shook his head and grinned, revealing his teeth:

"Director Han is so young, yet he has already directed three films, all of which have been nominated for the three major film festivals. Director Feng hasn't even achieved that kind of resume yet..."

Seeing that she was about to launch into a long speech, Han Yi cut to the chase: "Big Fatty, what do you want? It's getting late, I need to go back and rest."

Li Dapang said apologetically, "Director Han, it's like this, the two Mr. Wangs from our company greatly admire you and would like to invest in your future film projects. Could you perhaps give us a chance?"

"You probably don't even believe what you're saying yourself," Han Yi said sarcastically.

"The big bosses of Huayi Brothers are so busy, no, so busy, they have no time to bother with a small director like me."

Zhang Ziyi interjected at the opportune moment: "Director Han, if you have a new movie coming out, why don't you consider me? Do you think I still have a chance?"

Han Yi shook his head, ignoring her, and continued to say to Li Dapang, "Even if I have a new project, it's not something Huayi can consider. You can ask President Han if you don't believe me."

"What, President Han?" Li Dapang asked, puzzled.

"This is it."

Han Yi stepped aside. He saw that Han Shanping, the "Mountain Eagle," had a cold glint in his eyes and said irritably:

"The main creators of 'Purple Butterfly' are all over there."

He gestured towards the distance with his lip. The two women exchanged a glance and slunk away.

The important matter has arrived.

Han Shanping asked, "What do you mean? You'll be out of quarantine in a few months, what are your plans?"

Han Yi shrugged: "Mr. Han, you think so highly of me? Cannes isn't over yet, what if I don't win an award—"

He drew out his words, deliberately testing the waters, and asked, "Will China Film Group still support me?"

Han Shanping calmly replied, "Don't worry at all. Even if China Film Group doesn't invest, I'll still support you."

Honestly, if the director were reborn and went back in time, and offered Han Shanping a few "blockbuster" promises, he would absolutely support him without hesitation.

But the prerequisite is that you have to come up with something first, either a prize or box office success.

"Let's talk about it after Cannes. Besides, there are still several months before the lockdown is lifted, so there's no rush."

Han Yi waved his hand, ending the conversation, and returned to his waterbed room at the hotel.

That evening, Han Yi and Zhang Min engaged in a friendly exchange that progressed from simple to complex, during which they expressed their strong views on the situation in Iraq:

"Why can't we see where the artillery shells landed?"

Han Yi shouted, "That's right, you can't see it! It's a depression! East and west artillery groups, concentrate your fire... cannons, aim and fire directly..."

……

noon the next day.

Han Yi lazily got out of bed, finished washing up, looked back, and clenched his fist:

"Director Han brutally beats up Princess Shaomin!"

The main competition section was packed with films, with at least two or three screenings every day. Han Yi ate breakfast and lunch at the hotel and strolled leisurely to the screening room.

Debiao West Hall.