Huayu02 started by making films.

Han Yi, like a big brother, led the group out of the Lumière Hall and towards the reception after the closing ceremony.

"Director Han! Director Han! Please wait!"

Han Yi stopped when he heard the voice, and upon closer inspection, he recognized the Sina reporter he had met in Venice. He was delighted and decided to have a chat with him.

"Director Han! Congratulations on winning the Palme d'Or!"

"Thanks!"

"Director Han, I heard you're still under a director's ban. Although 'The Intouchables' is a Sino-French co-production, isn't your high-profile appearance at Cannes a bit disrespectful to the Film Bureau?"

"I don't know..."

Han Yi was about to reply when Han Shanping interrupted him, saying, "You just said it yourself, this is a Sino-French co-production. The bureau is already aware of the specifics, and there's no question of them not taking it seriously."

Han Yi followed up, "I'm sorry, I haven't officially received the film bureau's ban notice yet, so I'm not really sure about what you mean by 'banned.' Why don't you ask your superiors at the bureau for me when you get back to China?"

Seeing that Han Yi still wanted to speak, Han Shanping pulled Jiang Wu along, lifted him up, and walked into the party, turning back to give the reporter a meaningful look.

From the moment he entered the reception, Han Yi never put down his wine glass. Almost everyone came forward to offer him a toast, one after another.

Like queuing up with General Yuwen.

Just as Han Yi was raising his glass in a social setting, the latest news from Cannes had already flown back to China and made it to the top of Sina's homepage:

Han Yi, a director banned from the Beijing Film Academy, wins three major awards at Cannes!

At this time, it was 4:00 AM Beijing time on May 26th.

Inside the Literature Department office at Beijing Film Academy, Dai Degang was on the phone, nodding excitedly repeatedly:

"Okay! Okay! Okay, okay! I understand! Haha..."

Hanging up the phone, he ran towards the Beijing Film Academy's staff quarters without looking back, climbed to the fifth floor without breaking a sweat, and knocked on the door.

"Zhang Yuan! Open the door! Open the door!"

A dozen seconds later, the door opened.

A middle-aged man, around fifty years old, stood inside the door; he was Zhang Huijun, the newly appointed dean of the Beijing Film Academy.

Before Zhang Huijun could ask any questions, Dai Degang had already rattled off a whole speech, which could be summarized in one sentence:

Han Yi, a sophomore majoring in literature, won the Palme d'Or, Best Director, and Best Actor awards at Cannes, along with Jiang Wu's Best Actor award.

Zhang Huijun, wide awake, quickly invited Dai Degang into the house and turned on the computer to confirm the message. He slapped his thigh and blurted out in fluent Beijing dialect:

"Wow, that's really impressive! Are all students at Beijing Film Academy this good?"

Dai Degang added with a smile, "Director Zhang, Han Yi won the Palme d'Or for short films last year. It's just that 'Selaginella' thing..."

Zhang Huijun waved his hand: "I know all that. So what if it's banned? It's nothing. The Film Bureau has no say in the Beijing Film Academy's affairs."

He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, could you contact this young Han student—no, I mean Director Han Yi—and ask him when he's coming back to China? Let's have a meeting at the school first."

That's exactly what Dai Degang wanted to hear. Last year, the dean, wanting a smooth retirement, didn't pay much attention to Han Yi's affairs. But this newly appointed old Zhang is different; he's achieved such results so soon after taking over, and he couldn't be more eager for Han Yi to study at the university for another four years.

He nodded in agreement quickly.

……

The reception in Cannes has ended.

Zhang Min returned to the hotel alone to take a shower.

Han Yi, Han Shanping, Luc Besson, and Shay stayed in the lounge to discuss the release arrangements for "The Intouchables".

"Let's stick to what we agreed on from the beginning," Han Yi said first.

"Initial promotion will begin before the end of the month, with a large-scale official release early next month. Although 'The Intouchables' won the Palme d'Or, many may still consider it a crumpled arthouse film."

Only those who have actually seen it know it's not true. Let's wait for the film festival crowd to return home and catch a breath. Old Xie?

Shay blushed and patted his stomach: "Leave North America to me. The distribution standards will be no less than those of 'The Lord of the Rings'."

"That's not necessary."

Luc Besson replied, "I know Europe well, no problem at all."

Finally, Han Shanping wrapped things up, revealing the imposing presence of Zuo Shandiao: "China Film Group has taken over the Asian distribution. The schedule is set, let's get started!"

Han Yi clapped and adjourned the meeting.

Back in the hotel suite, he and Zhang Min spent a few moments together, then lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Sister Min, what are your plans for the future?" Han Yi asked.

Zhang Min sat up, her curves trembling slightly: "I'm planning to go back to Shanghai. No matter how good France is, it's not home."

Han Yi blinked: "I'll come to Shanghai to find you later, so I won't go back with you."

"Is there anything else you need here?"

"It's nothing."

The next day, at the airport.

Jiang Wu reluctantly embraced François to say goodbye, while Jiang Wen, watching from the side, felt his eyelids twitch.

Zhang Min gave Han Yi a sticky hug before swaying her hips as she boarded the plane.

Han Yi and Han Shanping agreed to meet again at the Beijing Film Academy, and then saw everyone off onto the plane.

He walked alone to another flight, looking out the window at the empty tarmac.

Well, in the end, I'm nothing, still all alone.

Paris, headquarters of the Louis Vuitton Group.

Han Yi walked into the office building alone and stayed on the top floor for half a day. No one knew what he talked about with President Arnault; all that was known was that he walked down the stairs with light steps and a smile on his face.

……

Flying from Paris to Los Angeles.

In Hollywood, Han Yi and Shea finalized the revenue sharing for the "Paranormal Activity" videotapes and used all $20 million to buy Nvidia stock.

At the same time, he relinquished 60% of the New Line Cinema's production of "Memory Rift," directed by Dao Rong.

Han Yi thought to himself, "If I don't trick you now, you'll get tricked again with 'The Golden Compass.' I'm doing this for your own good. Besides, 'Memory Rift' won't lose money."

……

The plane eventually landed at Beijing Capital International Airport.

Han Yi, wearing sunglasses and inhaling dust, walked out of the terminal. Han Shanping came to pick him up, making quite a grand entrance.

Destination: Nortel.

The road to showing off begins here.

June 1st is not Children's Day for children.

The situation at Beijing Film Academy changed drastically early this morning.

Before dawn, Du Zhetian from the photography department led Han Yi's gang out: the short Gao Qiang carried a ladder, the tall Zhao Bin carried a rope, and Li Xiang held a hammer in one hand and a nail in the other.

As for Lao Du himself, he was wrapped in a newly printed banner that still smelled of ink.

In front of the guardhouse, the security guard had already been notified and was leading several women to sweep the ground. The cement ground, which had been trampled on for years, was polished to a shine with a brush.

Seeing the group approach, the old man said, "Hang it here. The banner for 'Farewell My Concubine' was hung in this spot back then."

Du Zhe curled his lip: "Brother Kai's Palme d'Or was a tie, but Brother Yi's is a one-of-a-kind!"

The old man shrugged and said, "Hang it wherever you want."

Du Zhe didn't reply. He set up the ladder, stood on it, and held up the banner, only to realize that it was still a distance from the entrance.

He jumped down, dusted off his trouser legs, and said, "Little Zhao, you're tall, you come here!"

Zhao Bin eagerly took it and quickly started fiddling with it.

Gao Qiang looked up from below, then suddenly slapped his thigh: "Something's not right!"

"What's wrong?"

"The banners didn't even reach the Central Academy of Drama next door!"

"Absolutely! Absolutely! Da Gao is absolutely right!"

After much effort, the banner was finally hung up.

Students passing by stopped and looked up, reciting each word carefully:

"Warmest congratulations to Han Yi, a sophomore in the Department of Literature, for winning the Palme d'Or, Best Director, and Best Actor awards at the 56th Cannes International Film Festival for his film 'The Intouchables'!"

The words "Department of Literature" are highlighted, bolded, and highlighted in ink.

There are many words, and it's quite long.

The term "male actor" has already extended into the territory of the neighboring Central Academy of Drama.