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Subsequently, three Chinese-language films, "Devils on the Doorstep," "In the Mood for Love," and "Yi Yi," were released.

Three films, three styles, each tantalizing European audiences from different angles.

Wong Ka-wai's work is as good as ever. Foreigners are fascinated by the film's exquisite visuals and subtle narrative, and are also deeply immersed in its exploration of individual desires and moral ethics.

In short, Wong Kar-wai pulled out an absolute masterpiece of his career.

Unfortunately, Jiang Lai only remembered that extremely seductive music and Maggie Cheung's swaying waist. What a sin.

The film "Yi Yi" was also loved by audiences. Edward Yang's last work was of extremely high quality, discussing the meaning of life from the perspective of three generations of a family.

When Jiang Lai watched it, he almost fell asleep during the nearly three-hour runtime. The long shots and long takes in the movie reminded him of one person: Jia Kezhang.

This guy always likes to use long shots, saying that this is to maintain an objective perspective. Unfortunately, the distance between Lao Jia and a master is probably enough to fit Lou Ye and Wang Xiaoshuai in. He still needs to grow a bit more.

As the birthplace of cinema, the locals have seen all kinds of films. The only films that can still interest them now are those that explore human nature.

They absolutely adore this kind of subject matter, as evidenced by these two films, with Jiang Wen's "Devils on the Doorstep" achieving tremendous success in this genre.

The absurd black humor and the raw black-and-white documentary style made the audience fall in love with the film from the very beginning.

The first half of the show was filled with laughter, but in the end, Hanaya Kosaburo's slash seemed to have also struck the hearts of the audience. Ma Dasan's head spun around and flew off, staining the screen with a bloody red.

Jiang Lai probably knew in advance that this scene would unfold, so he wasn't particularly shocked, but it felt like something was pressing on his chest, making him feel suffocated.

Even after the credits rolled, the entire theater remained completely silent, causing Jiang Wen to anxiously keep glancing at the audience's expressions.

I don't know who was the first, but one audience member after another stood up, and then the entire audience stood up and applauded the film.

Foreigners may not be familiar with the Asian battlefields of that time, but they can tell that this is an anti-war film, only the narrative perspective is different from other films of the same type.

In short, the three films from mainland China, Hong Kong, and Taiwan all achieved great success at Cannes, judging from audience performance and media reviews alone.

But for the domestic media that followed, it was quite difficult. The other two films were okay, but how were you going to report on Jiang Wen's film?

Everyone knows he came behind someone's back, and the movie's content is incredibly sensitive. The reporters didn't care about anything else; they just sent the articles back to China. Whether they reported it or not, let the leaders worry about it.

What could the leaders do? With no news from above, they could only stay inside. The bolder ones reported on Jiang Wen's film along with two other movies.

However, the Chinese-language film that drove audiences wild the most was not one of the three mentioned above, but rather "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon".

On May 16, Li An, along with Chow Yun-fat, Michelle Yeoh, and Zhang Ziyi, arrived at Cannes and held an internal screening for the media and industry professionals that same day.

Three days later, a grand premiere and press conference were held, which caused a sensation throughout Europe.

The audience was incredibly enthusiastic during the screening. The foreigners had never seen such artistic Chinese kung fu before, and the applause and cheers never stopped from the beginning to the end of the movie.

Film critics hailed it as another film that drove Cannes crazy since "Farewell My Concubine," and many media outlets called "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" the "most popular film" at the festival. The film became a phenomenal hit, but it was a pity that it wasn't there to compete for awards.

Closing ceremony of the film festival on the 22nd.

Chow Yun-fat and Li An had to leave early, leaving only Michelle Yeoh and Zhang Ziyi from the "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" crew.

Jiang Lai thought about it and then went with them.

As the three walked down the red carpet, Yang Ziqiong couldn't help but roll her eyes. Those two had been inseparable ever since they met, and she was the perfect third wheel.

Even after they were seated in the audience, these two still wouldn't stop.

Jiang Lai: "Are you hungry?"

Zhang Ziyi: "A little."

"Bear with it, we'll go out to eat after this is over."

"What do you want to eat?"

"French food, I suppose."

"No, it doesn't taste good."

"Let's have Chinese food then, they should have some here."

The two kept whispering to each other, and Yang Ziqiong, sitting next to them, could hear everything clearly.

She endured it for a while, but finally couldn't take it anymore. "You two, can you at least be a little considerate of this old man while you're flirting?"

Jiang Lai and Zhang Ziyi turned their heads at the same time and gave each other an OK sign in unison.

Then continue biting the ear.

Yang Ziqiong leaned back in her chair helplessly, looking up at the ceiling.

The awards ceremony began soon after, and Zhang Ziyi asked, "You said the organizers are having the two of us present the Best Actor award, so it must be a Chinese-language film, right? Who do you think it is?"

Jiang Lai raised an eyebrow. "I guessed it was me."

Zhang Ziyi rolled her eyes. "Get lost. Your role isn't even a bit part."

Jiang Lai chuckled, "Okay, I think it's Tony Leung."

"Why can't it be Jiang Wen?"

"He doesn't have that kind of charisma."

"What if?"

Jiang Lai twirled his fingers around Zhang Ziyi's hair. "Want to make a bet?"

"What are we betting on?" Zhang Ziyi pulled her hair back.

Jiang Lai chuckled mischievously and whispered something in her ear. Zhang Ziyi blushed and punched him lightly, saying, "That will hurt your legs!"

Jiang Lai said, "Just tell me if you're willing to bet or not."

Zhang Ziyi gritted his teeth, "Fine! It's a bet. If you lose, you'll have to listen to me from now on!"

Jiang Lai smiled and sat up straight. He knew he was in a good position; he had wanted to try that posture for a long time.

Soon, the staff called them backstage, and Zhang Ziyi took a look at the list of winners.

Tony Leung.

Her expression changed, and she silently put the list down.

"What's wrong?" Jiang asked.

"It's nothing," Zhang Ziyi said expressionlessly.

Jiang Lai smiled, leaned close to her ear, and asked, "Does our bet still stand?"

Zhang Ziyi glared at him. "You knew all along?"

"How would I know? I'm just guessing."

"That's a lie."

"I'm not kidding you."

Zhang Ziyi ignored him and strode out, instantly switching to a smiling face just before leaving.

Jiang Lai followed with a smile.

This year's Cannes Film Festival was a great success for Chinese-language films.

"In the Mood for Love" won the Technical Award and the Best Actor Award. The scene of Jiang Lai and Zhang Ziyi presenting the award together made the audience below cheer. They recognized the newly crowned Berlin Best Actor and Actress.

Subsequently, "Yi Yi" won the Best Director award.

Just as Jiang Lai and Zhang Ziyi returned to their seats, the winner of the Jury Grand Prize was announced.

"Devils on the Doorstep"

When Jiang Wen walked onto the stage, it was impossible to tell whether his expression was good or bad.

He accepted the trophy and stood in front of the microphone. "I've always dreamed of winning the Palme d'Or, the highest prize. Whenever someone goes up to receive an award, I clap my hands and think to myself, 'Go ahead, go ahead, the big prize is definitely not yours.'"

The audience burst into laughter, appreciating the rough man's honesty.

Jiang Wen laughed, then hesitated for a moment before finally saying only four words.

"Thank you, Cannes."

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

Jiang Lai sat below, watching Jiang Wen standing on the stage, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Jiang Wen would certainly be happy to receive such a prestigious award, but considering the broader context, this award feels more like a cruel consolation.

It wasn't the Palme d'Or that Jiang Wen wanted most, but it was the one he needed most. If he only won an ordinary award, the pressure on him after returning to China would only be greater.

As the awards ceremony concluded, Jiang Lai's popularity at this year's Cannes Film Festival continued to rise. He is involved in three of the four Chinese-language films he has participated in, either as a lead actor or as an investor.

Well, let's reluctantly include that movie where you only see someone's back.

In short, Hong Kong is reporting on this rising star like crazy.

Whether it's reporting on the loving scene of Jiang Lai and Zhang Ziyi presenting an award together, or reporting on Jiang Lai's relationships with various figures, basically everyone knows this person.

Next Magazine.

Editor-in-Chief Mai looked at the various newspapers and magazines on the table and a smile crept onto his face.

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