After being slag, I became popular in the entertainment industry

The extraordinarily bright light and shadow of the entire Magnolia Awards Ceremony and the burst of cheers from the audience completely covered Chen Zhiwen's eyelashes.

Suddenly, some unexplainable emotions surged in my heart.

It was an extremely subtle touch.

It is very light and shallow, as if only small stones accidentally fell into a huge lake, and only the fish buried in the soft sand layer can perceive this layer of touch.

Chen Zhiwen narrowed his eyes slightly.

He looked at Yuan Shaorong's face hidden under half of the light, and couldn't help but think...

——Is this another trial?

"Why did you give me this quota?" Chen Zhiwen raised his eyebrows and asked.

He knows that any high-level film festival selection must go through the director's own registration form before he can participate.

Chen Zhiwen didn't even know about this film festival before, so naturally he never reported it.

Even if Li Shougen, the judge of the selection, would give this opportunity due to guilt and sympathy for his talent, without the permission of the people above, he would not easily contribute to the flames.

——And who is behind all this is naturally self-evident.

Yuan Shaorong also applauded unhurriedly following the cheers of the crowd.

His applauding posture carried the power and coercion of a natural superior, which was very different from the excited appearance of those little fans, which made Chen Zhiwen feel very awkward.

Yuan Shaorong glanced at Chen Zhiwen lightly, and smiled slightly, "You have excellent talents yourself, and the hidden rules of the industry like age restrictions sound ridiculous."

"Just like Mr. Li Shougen said, you are from Huaguo. If Licheng never gave it to you, I will let Huaguo give it to you." Yuan Shaorong said lightly.

"Just because I'm from Huaguo?" Chen Zhiwen frowned and asked.

"Yes."

The corners of Yuan Shaorong's mouth were slightly raised, and there seemed to be a narrow smile in those long and narrow eyes.

"Otherwise, what answer would you like me to make, little one?"

The deep voice seemed to reveal some kind of temptation.

The society of adults is always too rational to be scary.

Naturally, Chen Zhiwen would not simply think that the other party's attempt was so simple.

The touch in my heart has long been suppressed by myself.

He knew that the other party resembled him to some extent, and a ruthless man like himself would naturally not give up his sincerity easily.

Chen Zhiwen believes that the same is true for Yuan Shaorong.

This old fox seems to be gentle, but with the temptation of the amazing prize, he doesn't know what kind of evil thoughts are hidden inside.

Squinting his eyes, Chen Zhiwen tried to analyze what the other party was thinking, combining the interests that capitalists always like. .

"Mr. Yuan, is this trying to build momentum for me?"

Chen Zhiwen said lightly, ""Life Like Summer Flowers" and "Luoshui" will soon be introduced to the Huaguo market, and the follow-up sci-fi film "No Owner's City" will be a huge cake for the market."

"You need to give me a strong award, just like a reassurance pin, let the audience know that I am back, and a huge wave of publicity will be formed invisibly, and then the related theaters of the Yuan family will be released after the movie is released. Can you make money quickly?"

Curving his lips, the handsome young director said in a cool tone, "You have a good plan, Mr. Yuan."

At this moment, the light seemed to be stretched infinitely. Hearing Chen Zhiwen's words, the smile on the corner of Yuan Shaorong's mouth stopped.

"You really dare to say it, Chen Zhiwen." Yuan Shaorong's brows and eyes were dim.

The coercion on his body is very heavy, and when he laughs, the temperament in his bones is restrained, like a lazy lion.

But without smiling, the sharp breath came out.

After any ordinary young man of this age feels such a breath, he may be so oppressed that he can't speak.

——How can you speculate on Mr. Yuan with such malice?

They may think so anxiously in their hearts.

——This is a big taboo for those around the superior.

But Chen Zhiwen is completely different from them.

He is not afraid of these hidden chips.

"Thank you." Chen Zhiwen curled his lips slightly, his tone full of laziness.

He was still sitting there with a calm expression, as if the person who appeared in front of Yuan Shaorong was not an ordinary little director, but a man with his status.

There are some things that can be said more bluntly or harshly, as sharp as a blade across the cheek, but Chen Zhiwen can see it more clearly.

Avoid that strange touch in my heart again.

Being easily moved by other men... This is not a good sign.

And at this moment, when the atmosphere continued to be deadlocked, as the host smiled on the stage and said that the awards ceremony was over, the former director of the Huaguo Film and Television Association, the producer of the big factory, and the shareholder of the investment vane ... They all came over one after another. They wanted to please Yuan Shaorong, but when they felt the obvious low pressure on the man, they shuddered suddenly.

——What's wrong with Third Master Yuan?

——Obviously we met just before the award ceremony, and the emotions didn't seem to fluctuate much...

They were thinking uneasily, and inadvertently glanced at the young man sitting next to Yuan Shaorong wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses, and taking off his mask, revealing half of his beautiful face, and paused.

Seeing the small half of his fair face and attractive lips that were only exposed, the first reaction of these people was that this little guy is quite beautiful. It felt very strange to be covered tightly by wearing a mask before. Can't come out, which starlet is this?

The second reaction was... It couldn't be this guy who offended Sanye Yuan, right?

The atmosphere was a little stalemate. Among these people, the director of Shaoxing Studio, who was the oldest among these people and the most talkative on weekdays, coughed lightly and took a step forward. His fat face trembled slightly, and he took the initiative to speak out The sound broke the unusual atmosphere, and said in a respectful tone.

"Since we've all come to the Magnolia Film Festival, Third Master, can you do me a favor today? I asked my assistant to book a table at Chengfeng Building."

Chen Zhiwen seemed to feel that Yuan Shaorong glanced at him.

The man smiled faintly, with no expression of joy or anger on his face, "Unfortunately, a child invited me tonight and wanted to discuss with me the introduction of foreign-funded films."

The words paused slightly.

"Of course, the premise is that if he doesn't be so stubborn, he always says things I don't like to hear."

After hearing Sanye Yuan's words, these people dared to cast their gazes on Chen Zhiwen's body openly, and looked at Chen Zhiwen with an obvious scrutiny in their pupils.

There was even a flash of astonishment.

Everyone wondered which studio this was from, how dare they say something nasty to Yuan Shaorong, the third master of Yuan?

The director of Shaoxing Studio frowned slightly and coughed a few times, but he was overjoyed and immediately thought that this was a good opportunity to show courtesy to Yuan Shaorong.

He turned his head and looked at the young man who was sitting motionless on the chair, and he didn't even take the initiative to say hello to these tycoons in the Chinese film and television industry. He felt that this kid looked very impolite.

The director of the Shaoxing Studio reprimanded Chen Zhiwen, "You really are a little guy. You have never made a big name in the film and television industry. At such a young age, you should keep a low profile, don't you understand?" Understood? Huh?"

It's easy for newcomers who come out these days to be smug, so naturally they should give it a good beating.

To be honest, for these rookies, the only one they have a good impression of, and even feel that they should not stick to age prejudice, is Chen Zhiwen who went to Licheng.

The miracle created by that kid made people in Huaguo's film industry look very embarrassed, and everyone who liked or disliked Chen Zhiwen had to admit this.

I used to say that the directors trained in Huaguo are less creative, they always like to shoot cliché things, and they always like to talk about the glory of the last century. No, they are nominated for the best screenplay and The best picture award, who would dare to say such a thing?

That is to say, if Chen Zhiwen appeared in front of them, he would make these bigwigs treat each other equally and with courtesy.

——And this little rookie, how could he be so ignorant?

One of them saw Chen Zhiwen's well-defined and beautiful jaw, and somehow felt familiar.

A name flashed across his mind, and that person was slightly taken aback, thinking it was impossible.

When the director of Shaoxing Studio saw Chen Zhiwen's silent and slightly raised mouth corners, he seemed to find it quite interesting and lazy, and suddenly felt a little itchy in his heart, and at the same time, he also felt a little embarrassed.

"Apologize to Mr. Yuan, don't continue to be self-willed, and toast a glass of wine to Mr. Yuan later in the banquet, be sensible."

The director of the studio thought he was seasoned in persuading him, but his tone was a bit rough when he didn't pay attention.

And at this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded slowly from far to near, as if trembling in disbelief.

"Chen...Chen Zhiwen?"

Carefully supported by his assistant, director Li Shougen, who was holding a cane, was too excited when he read the award speech, his heart beat a little fast, and he couldn't breathe. A somewhat familiar figure was slightly taken aback.

At that time, Chen Zhiwen was on a ship on the high seas, wearing a black suit, with this pair of sunglasses sandwiched around the delicate neckline, and this peaked cap looked familiar.

But Li Shougen fell into his own memories easily.

Although he had just personally presented the award to Chen Zhiwen, director Li Shougen still felt regretful that he did not hand over the best director trophy, which symbolizes the highest honor, to Chen Zhiwen.

But now, seeing a figure similar to Chen Zhiwen, he took a step forward slightly, his old voice trembled a little because of the excitement of the master.

——Chen Zhiwen?

--How can this be……?Shouldn't he be in Licheng?

When they heard the name, everyone was slightly taken aback.

This is the first heavyweight Magnolia Film Festival in France. The one who stands out the most, and also the one who moves and affirms the audience, the guests and even them, is Chen Zhiwen.

But Mr. Li Shougen, there is no need to fool them on such an occasion.

When they heard this name, most people couldn't believe it, especially the director of Shaoxing Studio, whose expression on his face was as complicated as knocking over a colorful seasoning plate.

——If it's really Chen Zhiwen... He just pointed at such a promising director who won the Oscar for best picture, saying that the other party is ignorant, and asked him to apologize?

——Oh my god...what the hell did I just say!

At that moment, this fat man wanted to slap himself hard and turn back time.

The sparse hat was taken off, and the sound of rubbing soft hair was heard.

After taking off the sunglasses, the beautiful peach blossom eyes that made people dreamy were exposed, the eyebrows were slightly raised, and the rolling eyes glanced at the crowd lightly, and a mocking arc flashed at the corner of the mouth.

It makes people look ashamed.

"As you can see, I am indeed Chen Zhiwen."

Chen Zhiwen smiled slightly, and said in a calm tone.

"I, a little director who doesn't know much about fun, came to China just to discuss with Mr. Yuan about the introduction of "Life Like a Summer Flower" and "Luoshui", that's all."

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