Feng Mang

Three days later, Han Dong embarked on a trip to Italy.

Wang Zhongding was not idle either. As soon as Han Dong left, he ordered someone to go to Han Dong's hometown to find out the details.

As a result, the news sent back was as expected.

"There is no such person at all."

Wang Zhongding was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

"There is no family surnamed Han who gave birth to a child with six fingers, and there is no so-called second uncle, let alone an old man who can tell fortunes."

"Then where did he come from? In the crevice of the rock?"

Wang Zhongding instantly felt that Han Dong was more terrifying than "Stealing Shadow".

"What about his adoptive parents?" Wang Zhongding asked again.

"The adoptive parents did exist, but the family lived in a very remote place, and they hardly moved with the people in the same village. Later they moved away, and no one knew where they went."

Wang Zhongding frowned, "It seems that it is not easy to find out his life experience."

Er Lei was a little skeptical, "What Han Dong said before, that Liu Zhi was abandoned and adopted to the second uncle's house, could he have made it up?"

"Impossible." Wang Zhongding said firmly, "Every time he mentions it, he is sleepwalking, and his tone is full of conviction."

Er Lei pondered for a moment, and then said, "Could it be that his adoptive parents made it up? After all, he was still young when he was sent away, and it's possible that his adoptive parents took the opportunity to brainwash him."

Wang Zhongding still shook his head, "His adoptive parents agreed to adopt him, just to have a son to die. There is basically no upbringing obligation, let alone ideological guidance. All his memories are from before the adoptive parents. "

Er Lei has no words now.

Wang Zhongding said: "Continue to trace the whereabouts of the adoptive parents' family. Even if they have no relationship with Han Dong, at least they know his details, right?"

"Okay, I see."

……

Here, Han Dong was happily making soy sauce at the Venice Film Festival.

Compared with Cannes, Berlin Film Festival and Venice Film Festival, it can be described as much lower-key.This is almost the world of art films, and it is becoming more and more niche, and there are fewer and fewer active Chinese figures here.

To Han Dong's surprise, on the red carpet of the opening ceremony, there were many European and American fans asking for autographs with him.He frankly stunned by his interpretation of the Armani Haute Couture Spring/Summer fashion blockbuster, and once again questioned his life experience.

"You are chinese?"

Han Dong smiled and nodded.

"Is there no European and American blood?"

Han Dong replied in straight mandarin: "Native-born."

Before the awards ceremony, Han Dong met Kahn, who had been away for many days, and he served as the chairman of the jury for this film festival.The two hugged for a long time. If Xiaoliang hadn't picked up the phone, Han Dong would still not let go.

Kahn said: "I saw your filming of "Seven Days", which shocked me very much. I can see that you sacrificed a lot."

Han Dong was instantly flustered, "With your words, it doesn't matter whether I win the prize or not."

Kahn smiled and said nothing.

The two chatted for a while, but because Kahn's identity was too conspicuous, a large number of reporters would surround him if he stopped for a while, so the conversation had to be terminated hastily.

Shen Chuhua sighed faintly, "It seems that your award is useless."

Han Dong wondered, "What?"

"Think about it. Director Kahn is the chairman of the jury. He didn't give you any hints. He must have no hope of winning the award."

Han Dong wanted to laugh, "Have you ever had hope?"

"Didn't you always talk about winning prizes?"

"I'm just looking for an excuse to come out to breathe." Han Dong said and ran towards a super obsessed Hollywood superstar, asking him for an autograph with shamelessness.

Shen Chuhua was ashamed, as expected, it was still a long time before she became a king and a god.

……

At nineteen in the evening, the closing ceremony officially began.

Han Dong appeared on the red carpet in a black Armani dress, showing a charming and gentlemanly look.

Before the awards were presented, the wonderful shots of the participating films were shown on the big screen, among which Han Dong's peak performance in "Seven Days" drew a lot of sighs.

Even Han Dong himself can't bear to look directly at me. My tall, cool and handsome image has been ruined to such an extent that there is no scum left.

One by one the awards began to be handed out.

Since the commentary was all in English, and the jet lag hadn't reversed yet, Han Dong felt sleepy after listening to it.

When the best actress was awarded, Han Dong suddenly woke up with a jolt, his eyes flickering.

"I have a hunch that I might be going to win."

Shen Chuhua fiddled with Han Dong's eyelids on purpose, "Aren't you awake? Why are you still talking in your sleep?"

Han Dong ignored her and continued to be excited.

After a while, Kahn, who was the chairman of the jury, came to the stage, and he was going to award the "Best Actor".

The list of shortlisted actors began to scroll on the big screen.

Shen Chuhua stabbed Han Dong on purpose, "Your idol is also shortlisted, do you have the nerve to take away his position as Best Actor?"

Her so-called idol was the one Han Dong asked for his autograph before entering the arena.

Han Dong sighed, "I'm also quite embarrassed."

Seeing Han Dong's serious expression, Shen Chuhua couldn't help but slander: Are you crazy because you can't get the prize all the time?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard Kahn pronounce Han Dong's name clearly.At the same time, Han Dong stood up from his seat.

Shen Chuhua was stupid at the time.

Several members of the same crew didn't react, and they didn't exclaim until there was applause.

The calmest one here is Han Dong.

He seemed to have expected early on that he would win the award, and when he walked onto the stage, his expression remained unchanged, and he smiled calmly.

Compared with the director who presented the award to Li Shang, Kahn's speech was more shocking and powerful.

"Perfect performance, the future king of the Chinese film industry."

There was thunderous applause for a moment.

Kahn gave Han Dong an affectionate kiss.

At this moment, Wang Zhongding's finger holding the cigarette trembled, although only 1% was excited, and the remaining 99% was fucking angry!

But Han Dong was still very calm. He held up the trophy and said in a concise, forceful and appropriate way: "Thank you to everyone, especially Mr-King who accompanied me all the way."

Han Dong's calm demeanor drew another round of applause.

Only Wang Zhongding smiled inexplicably, so helplessly, yet so tenderly.

After Han Dong came down, Shen Chuhua, who had been singing bad words before, had no choice but to cast adoring eyes at him.

"Master, you didn't have any preparations, how could you give your acceptance speech so well?"

Han Dong said meaningfully: "I have been practicing since I was a group performer."

Shen Chuhua, "..."

A bigger surprise is yet to come.

"Seven Days" director Gong Xiaoshi won the highest award of this film festival - the Golden Lion Award for this film.

Nowadays, directors who win awards at international film festivals are not as famous as they were in the 90s, but they also represent the literary and artistic film syndrome of an era.

If Li Shang is a box office myth, then Han Dong is definitely the director's booster.A year ago, Director Lu rose to the top position with "Stealing Shadow", and the now unknown Director Gong became famous with this movie.

As soon as the awards ceremony ended, Han Dong was surrounded by reporters.

"Excuse me, Mr. Han, how do you feel now?"

Han Dong said bluntly, "It's very cool."

Someone asked again: "Who is the Mr. Jin you mentioned in your acceptance speech just now? Is it your mentor or your friend?"

Han Dong was stunned, Mr. Jin?Where is Mr. Kim from?

He tilted his head and asked Shen Chuhua in a low voice.

Shen Chuhua's face turned green at that moment.

"My big movie star should be Mr-Wang, not Mr-King. King does not pronounce '王' when translated into a surname, but pronounces '金'!!!"

Han Dong still poked his neck and said, "That's not right, then why is my cool Dongdong translated into Cool-east-east?"

"Quickly keep your voice down, don't let people hear you." Shen Chuhua felt ashamed for Han Dong, "What Cool-east-east? Your translation is wrong, the correct one should be Cool-dong-dong. "

"Isn't that the same as Chinese?"

"The pronunciation is the same, but the spelling is different!"

Han Dong was still stubbornly resisting, "But Wang Zhongding often heard me say that, didn't he point it out?"

"Do you think that everyone cares about your stupid virtue?"

Well... Han Dong finally gave up.

"It's inconvenient to disclose this, I hope everyone will pay more attention to my work."

At this time, the Hollywood superstar who was pestered by Han Dong to sign his autograph came over, showing a charming smile, and then asked Han Dong, "Can I take a photo with you?"

Han Dong was flattered, "Of course it's no problem."

After the show ended, Shen Chuhua couldn't calm down for a long time. She asked Han Dong, "Do you want to tell Mr. Wang the good news?"

Han Dong saw that it was past four o'clock in Beijing time, and it was time for Wang Zhongding to fall asleep, so he said, "Why sue him? Does he expect me to win an award?"

"It is precisely because of this that I want to surprise Mr. Wang."

Han Dong snorted coldly, "It doesn't matter if he is surprised or not? I didn't get the award for him."

Shen Chuhua curled her lips and said nothing.

Afterwards, the crew held a celebration party, and everyone was completely drunk.

Especially Han Dong, who was finally helped into the car by Xiao Liang.

Back at the hotel, Han Dong fell asleep.

However, Wang Zhongding didn't sleep all night. He was restless in the first half of the night, and wrote a new strategy in the second half of the night, "How to tie this thousand-mile horse".

The next day, news of Han Dong's award at the Venice Film Festival spread throughout the company.Everyone was excited, especially the big and small leaders, who saw Wang Zhongding with an expression of "Congratulations to the wife of the chairman".

So restless during the meeting.

Feng Jun maintained order many times, and everyone laughed and laughed, as if Wang Zhongding was expected not to get angry.

How could Wang Zhongding, who has always been known for his strictness, fail to withstand this kind of test?

With a cold face and a speech, the entire meeting room fell silent.

At this moment, Wang Zhongding's cell phone rang suddenly.

It was Han Dong who called.

Originally, he didn't want to pick it up, but it happened to be midnight in Venice.In case Han Dong has an abnormality, it will be troublesome if it is delayed.

So, he picked it up in public with a blank face.

The excited cry of Han Dong's sleepwalking reached Wang Zhongding's ears.

"Zhongzhong~ I won an award~ I won an award~~I feel like I am dreaming now..."

Wang Zhongding's expression froze. Although he tried his best to hide it, everyone could see that the moment his feet stepped out of the meeting room, his eyes became gentler.

"I know, I watch TV, I've been watching live."

"Hmm... very pleasantly surprised, you can rest assured to sleep."

"..."