Chapter 657 Our Film Awards! (Part 1)

Three years ago.

There was only an empty space here.

The lights were sponsored by [Xiaoliang Lighting], and the chairs were sponsored by [Qi's Home Furnishing], Qi Haifeng's family.

Qi Haifeng's father and Li Bin, together with the construction team of [Bird's Nest Decoration], worked day and night to build the stage.

The simple equipment and the speakers that often made a buzzing sound...

Tom, the fake film critic, and a bunch of Brazilian natives acted as the audience, sitting on the wooden chairs provided by [Qi's Home Furnishing], and had no idea what was being shouted on the stage...

There were also screenings and performances, but most of the films screened were bad movies that the audience couldn't understand but thought were great, and the performances were also a group of hula dancers who were temporarily pulled in...

Almost everyone, including Qi Yufu himself, felt that this award was simply a way to fool those Chinese directors who worship foreign things and fawn on foreigners, and to cheat them out of a little money.

But who could have imagined that three years later, buildings would rise from the wasteland, more and more Chinese tourists would crowd the area, contestants would rush in, audiences would come to the screenings one by one...

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"Next, we solemnly invite Mr. Wu Guanli to present us with the first award of the 3rd Southern California International Film Awards, the Best Prop Award!"

"..."

The flickering lights illuminated Zhang Sheng's face.

A light breeze blew, his long gown fluttered in the wind, he waved his folding fan gently, and made a chic invitation.

Afterwards, in the corner where the invitation was made, the lights gradually lit up, and in the dim light, Wu Guanli, dressed in plain clothes and smiling, like an ancient master, walked in with a bamboo slip and a faint smile.

As he walked, the screen behind them slowly lit up, and an ancient book was slowly being opened.

In the books, chaotic radicals and components rushed out of the books, rolling up whirlpools. When the whirlpools gradually subsided, the radicals and components formed complete characters.

These characters scattered like stars in the sky, and when they were reassembled, they became the names of movies.

Then, under those movies, a person's name appeared.

Lin Lei, the prop master of the Chinese mainstream movie "Flying"...

Scott, the prop master of the Russian movie "Miracle of Life"...

Ryukawa Ichiro of the Japanese movie "Flower of Evil"...

At the scene, many people stared blankly at the series of Chinese letters on the screen.

Some foreigners were surprised by the gorgeous special effects, but then they pointed and pointed in confusion.

These characters were not very friendly to them. There was only Chinese, no English. They could only see the English names after the stills of these movies came out one by one.

There was a burst of uproar at the scene, but then it was interrupted by thunderous applause.

In this world, the universal language is English.

The three major European film festivals are basically in English. Almost all the films exhibited by China at the three major film festivals are in English. Chinese is almost invisible in major overseas film awards.

Moreover, the English translation of some films is very straightforward, such as "The Thief of a Plum Blossom" is translated into "The Thief", "Dragon Inn" is translated into "The Dragon Guest House", and "Farewell My Concubine" is translated into "Goodbye, My Little Cousin"...

But...

At an award ceremony like today, which is all in Chinese, some overseas users can't help but point fingers, and even some film critics frown.

Next to him, Zheng Shaoshuai, the former director of "Mountain City", looked a little ugly.

He sat in the third row and brought his work "Autumn of Seventeen" to the exhibition.

He glanced at other overseas filmmakers, and saw that some of them were whispering about the names of the movies, some were confused and guessed the movies after seeing the stills, but were not sure, and some were simply too ugly...

"Such a mess! Are you going to ruin the entire film festival?"

"At least, you should put English at the bottom!"

"Pure Chinese, who will watch it? Are you going to discourage the few overseas filmmakers?"

"..."

After seeing the expressions of these people, Zheng Shaoshuai's expression became more and more ugly.

He even felt that as a Chinese, he had an indescribable sense of embarrassment.

In fact, when he walked into the venue, he felt uncomfortable. It was all the dregs of the old era of China, wooden decorations with modern technology...

He was on pins and needles for a while.

Movies are originally Western things.

To go international, you must first be accepted and recognized by overseas filmmakers. You should at least show respect to overseas filmmakers who have come from afar. Now it is not so fancy and foreign, just like a disaster scene, and there is no respect for overseas friends at all.

His mood is getting worse and worse, and he finally lowered his head, feeling that staying here for a second is a torture.

"Congratulations, Mr. Scott, congratulations to "Miracle of Life"..."

On the stage.

Wu Guanli still smiled, and then slowly opened the bamboo slips one by one.

When he saw a line of words in the bamboo slips, Wu Guanli laughed, and after reading it, he put the bamboo slips away slightly, and then stood on the stage and made an invitation ceremony like Zhang Sheng.

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The lights on the big screen lit up instantly.

Scott stared blankly at the names of the movies turning into radicals and radicals again...

Finally, these radicals and components were instantly disassembled and turned into the most primitive, even the most basic horizontal, vertical, left-falling and right-falling strokes...

In the process of combination, disassembly and re-combination, they became the words "Miracle of Life"!

When the spotlight enveloped him, and the gentle and gauze-like mist filled the light, Scott was stunned!

Then!

He stood up quickly.

He ran towards the stage excitedly and excitedly.

Eleven years!

He has been in the film industry for eleven years.

In these eleven years, he has participated in the production of many movies.

Among them, there are Hollywood's famous zombie movies "The Living Dead", "The Walking Dead", "I, Hero", and Hollywood monster movies "Godzilla", "Anaconda", "Tide of Dragons"...

He is like a screw in the team, doing the hardest and most tiring work, but the person standing on the stage has never been him.

The gear of fate suddenly fell on him last year.

Last year, he received an invitation to the second Southern California International Film Awards, and then he represented "Avatar" on the stage.

Then, he met the Chinese director Bi Feiyu and collaborated on a film called "Prisoners" that is still talked about today. He also met the Russian director Mikhalkov, the director of "Purple Sun", and participated in the filming and prop making of "Miracle of Life"...

This year, he has received unprecedented recognition and honor.

The spotlight followed his figure all the way to the stage.

The fog became more and more hazy, and when he got the trophy, his whole body was shaking.

Compared with last year, the Southern California International Film Awards has become more and more lively and more authoritative.

One media, one film critic, one producer from various countries...

When he was about to say his speech, he suddenly became speechless, and the speech he had prepared long ago suddenly became particularly chaotic.

Then...

"Thank you, my parents... Thank you, Mr. Zhang Sheng, thank you to all the organizers and sponsors of the [Southern California International Film Awards]... I..."

"..."

Scott's voice was intermittent. Sometimes he spoke English, and sometimes he tried to speak very poor Chinese, which was incomprehensible to anyone who was not a native Chinese.

He knew that the [Southern California International Film Awards] had extraordinary significance for Zhang Sheng.

And this session seemed to be an attempt.

So, he had prepared and practiced Chinese.

At first, he spoke very poorly, but in the end, he finally became more proficient.

After thanking all the people he should thank, he bowed to everyone.

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Three forty in the morning.

In the Huaxia meeting room.

After several leaders watched the foreigner excitedly speaking poor Chinese and walked off the stage, the tall and thin leader nodded repeatedly.

He was usually serious, but at this moment, his face could not hide his excitement.

This is a brand new window, but what is shown in the window is something that has never been shown in the history of global film.

No matter whether these things can be accepted by many people.

But, at least, someone has taken a step forward.

"This is the young people, bold and unconventional!"

The thin and tall leader heard another slightly fat leader next to him sighing.

Then, he looked down at another middle-aged man who was listening: "I think the position of the president of the China Directors Association should be given to young people to try, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man was stunned.

Then he nodded quickly.

In the sound of brief discussion here...

The second round of the award ceremony began.

This time...

The host changed a girl.

That was CCTV beauty reporter Shen Bingbing. At this moment, she was wearing a pink and white long jacket, coming slowly, holding a round fan, smiling like a flower but a little shy.

Under the dim light, the slender gauze was like a fairy descending to the earth.

Her appearance astonished the leaders in the conference room, and several middle-aged people were stunned.

And through the video...

Everyone heard a burst of exclamations.

A brief camera switch...

Countless people applauded, and countless overseas friends stood up excitedly.

She bowed slightly and saluted with everyone, then looked at the audience below with a gentle and elegant voice: "Next, I will host the next award..."

Her voice was like a breeze, blowing the hearts of everyone in the venue.

The screen at the back...

It suddenly lit up, and a scroll was slowly opened again...