Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: My Childhood Sweetheart is Boss Yang

Chen Musheng had good intentions. After all, Gu Heng had taken the role of the Crown Prince from Fang in "Men's True Colors". Although Gu Heng proved himself through his abilities, he was still Fang's own son. Chen was worried that his elder brother might have some grudges, so he thought he could take this opportunity to help Gu Heng ease the tension.

I have to say, this guy is really loyal.

Upon entering a luxurious private room, Gu Heng immediately spotted the distinctive large nose.

Cheng Long was chatting with a few people when he saw Chen Musheng leading people in. He stood up with a smile.

"Brother, this is Gu Heng, whom I often mention to you," Chen Musheng quickly introduced.

Gu Heng didn't hesitate and stepped forward: "Hello, big brother, I'm Gu Heng. I grew up watching your movies."

Cheng Long looked Gu Heng up and down, his eyes filled with admiration, but he didn't seem to be the one to interrogate him as expected.

"Good lad! I heard from Musheng that you're really going all out on set! You even dared to jump without being suspended by wires?" Cheng Long patted Gu Heng's shoulder, his grip quite strong.

"That's what I learned from you, big brother. It's so authentic," Gu Heng replied with a smile.

"Hahaha! You know how to talk!" Cheng Long laughed heartily, appearing very generous. "I saw the trailer for 'Men's True Colors,' the fighting was pretty good! Much better than my brat!"

Mentioning the son of the wealthy heir, Cheng Long's face was filled with disappointment: "If that kid had half your drive, I'd have an easier time! Roles should be given to the most capable!"

Take a look!

That's what you call vision!

That's what you call the demeanor of an international superstar!

No wonder they've been popular for decades; their magnanimity is something most people can't match.

"Brother, you flatter me. I'd like to ask you for some pointers sometime." Gu Heng seized the opportunity.

"No problem! Let's collaborate sometime!"

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A few days later, all sorts of gods, demons, and monsters gathered on Lido Island.

The red carpet, to put it bluntly, is just a show for the media and film distributors.

Although "Green Meadow" is in the Horizons section and doesn't receive the same star treatment as the main competition, it is still an entry and deserves the recognition it deserves.

Ning Hao was unusually well-dressed today, wearing a black suit and his already short hair was styled with hair gel. Under the lights, he really looked like a rising director.

Gu Heng, needless to say, has a face that's naturally striking. If you didn't know better, you'd think some Asian superstar was here to blow up the party.

The two had just walked the red carpet and hadn't even had a chance to catch their breath when they were stopped by a group of reporters wearing familiar logos.

CCTV-6, the legendary "Sixth Princess".

The one leading the group was a short-haired female reporter who handed over the microphone with a smile.

"Director Ning, President Gu, look at the camera! You two are the most handsome men in Chinese cinema today."

This compliment is quite flattering.

Gu Heng smiled and waved, and Wang Gang, who was offstage, immediately understood and brought over a few bottles of mineral water, handing them to the reporter and the cameraman.

"It's so hot, you must be tired. Here, have a drink to soothe your throat."

This move completely baffled the reporter.

Look at that big boss, how considerate he is! He has no airs at all, no wonder he's so rich!

Wouldn't that cause your favorability rating to skyrocket?

The following interviews were quite pleasant, with mostly pleasant things to say.

As they chatted, Gu Heng casually asked, "By the way, how's it going with Director Feng? I see 'The Banquet' is getting a lot of buzz."

The female reporter was quite perceptive; she knew there was something to discuss as soon as she heard this. She glanced to the side and lowered her voice, saying, "She's over there. She just finished an interview with foreign media, and she seems... a little unhappy."

Gu Heng followed the gaze and looked over.

Good heavens, Feng Kuzi was standing in the shade not far away, a cigarette between his fingers, his face as black as if he had just crawled out of a coal pile.

How can this make you happy?

It's supposed to be a screening section, but having to watch a bunch of younger talents jumping around in the competition section is bound to make you unhappy.

Seemingly noticing the gazes directed at him, Feng Xiaogang turned his head.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Gu Heng even politely raised the mineral water bottle in his hand and waved to it from afar.

That expression was as sincere as could be.

Feng Xiaogang's facial muscles twitched visibly, his face darkened again, he snorted coldly, and turned his head away.

"Tsk, Director Feng's got a fever," Gu Heng thought to himself with a chuckle.

The interview has ended, and what follows is a long screening period.

The competition in the Horizons section was also quite fierce. The 19 feature films had to premiere and have two re-screenings within 9 days. Ning Hao's "Green Grassland" was scheduled for the eighth day, which can be considered the finale.

With nothing else to do these days, Gu Heng and Ning Hao weren't in the mood to visit any water parks, so they started binge-watching movies.

Now that we're here, we should see what tricks everyone else is up to.

Especially Jia Zhangke's "Still Life".

After watching the premiere, Gu Heng and Ning Hao stood at the cinema entrance smoking, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long silence, Ning Hao exhaled a smoke ring and managed to utter two words.

"Awesome."

Gu Heng nodded.

That raw realism, that capture of the fate of ordinary people amidst the changing times.

That's really awesome.

As Gu Heng watched the images on the big screen, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Could I try directing myself?

Finally, the eighth day has arrived.

The premiere of "Green Meadow".

This time, they really went all out. In addition to their own team, almost all the directors and actors from China who came to participate in the exhibition were present.

Jia Zhangke arrived, Du Qifeng arrived, and even Feng Xiaogang, who was still sulking, arrived with a dark face.

After all, they are all Chinese filmmakers, and in this setting, they still have to maintain appearances. Otherwise, if word gets back that there's infighting, it won't look good for anyone.

Most surprisingly, jury chair Catherine Deneuve was also present.

This evergreen of the French film industry, dressed in an elegant long dress, sat in the front row, holding a program in her hand, and looked at Ning Hao on stage with great interest.

Ning Hao is in pretty good form today.

He picked up the microphone: "This is actually a story about belief."

"On the grasslands, billiards is a rarity, but the children believe it's their national sport, a treasure. Sometimes, this seemingly absurd persistence can be the most touching force."

After a brief opening, the lights dimmed.

The big screen lights up.

The vast grassland, the white billiard ball that seemed to have drifted in from nowhere, and those few Mongolian children with dusty faces but clear eyes.

Gu Heng sat below the stage, observing his surroundings.

The foreigners thoroughly enjoyed it. Although Ning Hao's film is an art film, it doesn't have that kind of melodramatic dullness; instead, it exudes a witty charm and dark humor.

It was clearly to the liking of these foreigners.

When the film ends, the last shot freezes.

Applause erupted from the audience.

Catherine Deneuve smiled and clapped, occasionally turning her head to exchange a few words with the person next to her, and nodding frequently.

Ning Hao stood under the spotlight, a faint smile on his face, and bowed deeply.