Chapter 658 Our Film Awards! (Part 2)

The applause was like a tide, one wave after another.

Countless audiences stared at the beautiful women and the elegant young men on the stage.

Overseas filmmakers looked at the figures one by one, under the lights, accompanied by the simple guzheng music, and bursts of elegant artistic conception emerged.

The award presenters walked onto the stage one by one.

Some were long gowns, some were long robes, some were Song Dynasty Hanfu, and some were Tang Dynasty Hanfu...

They were dazzled, but they felt their respective beauty.

Many people were surprised!

In their cognition, Chinese people, when they appeared in front of everyone, were more often in Tang suits...

Even Tang suits and Chinese people were almost bound together, forming an inertial thinking.

But...

At this moment, they were amazed and suddenly sighed.

It turned out that China's traditional costumes were not just as simple as Tang suits, and they could even be so beautiful.

The exclamation of praise was harsh to Zheng Shaoshuai.

He looked at his teacher, who was also dressed in official uniforms, and smiled as he awarded awards to one movie after another.

He looked at the [Best Supporting Actor Award] being awarded to Deng Hairong of "Guanyin"...

Looking at Deng Hairong, the country bumpkin who looked like he had never seen the world, he couldn't help but feel ashamed...

He even felt that this movie award was more embarrassing.

This was not the movie award he imagined. A real movie award shouldn't be like this!

He didn't feel the nobility of this movie award at all.

He finally couldn't sit still anymore, stood up, and prepared to leave.

But, at this moment...

"Congratulations to Mr. Zheng Shaoshuai, the director of "Seventeen Years Old Autumn", for winning the Best Screenwriter Award!"

"..."

When the spotlight flickered around him, he widened his eyes, and then looked at the stage in disbelief.

On the stage, he watched the world-famous movie, Avery Zhaxi dressed like an envoy from the Western Regions, holding a brocade book and slowly opening it.

He saw his new movie "Seventeen Years Old Autumn" actually freeze on the big screen, and at the same time, he also saw his own photo, which was placed here at some point.

He was a little confused.

In his memory, when he participated in the [Southern California International Film Awards], he was actually resistant, but in order to make his teacher look good, he reluctantly signed up, and then, barely got shortlisted.

He had a very unpleasant quarrel with Zhang Sheng before, and even hinted that Chinese film and television companies had banned Zhang Sheng. Although he failed, someone finally came forward to reconcile...

Based on his understanding of Zhang Sheng, this kind of person is narrow-minded and vindictive, and it is impossible for him to win the award!

It is even very likely that he will rely on his status as the organizer to embarrass himself at a time when everyone is paying attention...

Zhang Sheng is a person...

What can't he do?

But...

He actually won the award!

On the stage, Zhang Sheng smiled, and there was no sense of grudge.

A very strange idea suddenly emerged in his mind. If, under the attention of everyone, he sneered, then made a disdainful gesture to the stage, and then turned around and refused to accept the award.

Would it make the entire [Southern California International Film Awards] a joke?

Zheng Shaoshuai took a deep breath. This idea was so tempting that he could even feel the wonderful expression on Zhang Sheng's face.

But...

His body just walked slowly towards the distant stage without his control. Then, when he stepped onto the stage, he actually felt a wave of excitement.

Especially when the warm applause sounded, and the golden little golden man was placed in front of him, and below, there were groups of people sitting, and even, he saw the crews of Hollywood blockbusters "Dreamland" and "Avatar" sitting here...

He couldn't control his hand and took the little golden man, and then his nose was sour for no reason.

Especially when he saw Avery Zaxi hugging him, and also saw the director of "Avatar" McCaskey wearing Hanfu and nodding to him in the backstage not far away.

Maybe, this crappy award was a wild award before, but now, maybe, it is really a formal and pretty good movie award?

Damn it!

Zheng Shaoshuai found that his eyes were red unconsciously, and then he spoke his gratitude, in English at first, but then somehow changed to Chinese...

He even stumbled a little while speaking, and even felt very embarrassed for a while...

When he walked off the stage and sat on the chair, his heart was still beating.

……………………………………

The award ceremony was still going on.

Not far away, the eyes of the French designer Karina gradually became hot.

She looked at the sets of clothes on the stage...

She felt a unique, unique [mysterious feeling] that belonged to the East, and she could feel the historical traces of dynasties from each unique and exquisite piece of clothing.

She looked down at the delicious food.

As a market designer, she has always been elegant and ladylike, but after she took a bite of the food on the table, she couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and took several more bites in an ungraceful way.

The small bridges and flowing water in the Suzhou gardens, the elegant music of the zither that seemed to wash the ears...

Food, beautiful scenery, beautiful women...

And, on the screen, the constantly changing words.

The horizontal, vertical, left, and right strokes are ever-changing...

...

At this moment, she suddenly realized that the 5,000-year-old Chinese culture might be an endless spiritual wealth, not a simple slogan in a book.

Perhaps, they should be known and appreciated by more people on the international stage.

She thought of the [clothing design] that had troubled her for a long time.

Western clothing design had already made her tired. No matter how she designed, she could not separate it from a specific framework and have her own design advantages.

If some Eastern culture was added, what would happen to this design?

Art!

It should not be a concept designed by a small group of people!

Art should be combined with history, humanities, and stories from history.

Art should be a kind of beauty. There are too many beauties in the West, and in the East, art full of [mystery], [history], and [story]...

However, there is still a blank in the market!

When this idea appeared in Karina's mind, she was instantly excited.

She took out the small notebook she carried with her to record her ideas...

The waves of noisy sounds did not affect her gushing creativity. She recorded her ideas over and over again...

Time passed little by little.

The gushing creativity was finally recorded in the notebook.

When she looked up again, she saw the director of "Avatar", McCaskey, slowly appearing in a gown amid screams and cheers.

The Chinese gown on McCaskey did not seem to be out of place. The traditional python pattern on his chest made McCaskey look unusually heroic and handsome.

Seeing this scene, Karina became excited.

She took out her mobile phone and took a picture of this scene as soon as possible...

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When the [Best Film Award] was awarded to the Chinese main theme movie "Flying"...

The third [Southern California International Film Awards] gradually came to an end.

It was 5:30 am on November 8th, China time.

The sky in the east gradually turned pale.

Then...

The sky gradually brightened, and a meter of light broke through the darkness and gradually lingered in the gray sky.

Not long after, the meter of light gradually became brighter.

[Jitu Video].

At this moment, more and more people poured in. At this point, the peak of a movie award live broadcast exceeded one million.

In front of the studio of "Truman".

Bi Feiyu, who had been busy all night, did not rest.

Instead, he followed the staff to watch the live broadcast of the [Southern California International Film Awards].

In previous film festivals, after the awards were presented, the producers who knew that there were no awards fled.

But at this moment, not many people left.

Even Zheng Shaoshuai, who had a deep conflict with Bi Feiyu and Zhang Sheng before, was sitting on a chair at this moment, clapping and nodding from time to time...

When the last melody sounded, Zhang Sheng stood on the stage again.

Facing all the audience, he waved his sleeves and bowed very elegantly, and then, keeping the farewell gesture, watching the curtain on the stage slowly close.

The lights gradually dimmed.

Gradually extinguished.

Under the camera, everyone saw dots of light on the road under the venue, like starlight, guiding everyone to walk back.

Seeing this scene, Bi Feiyu somehow couldn't help crying.

Excitement filled his whole body!

"This is our own film award!"

"..."

He muttered to himself.

But then, he sorted out his emotions and looked at the movie set in the distance.

At this moment, the influence of Chinese films in the world is still just a few...

The only ones that can really be shown off are those kung fu films...

And there are almost no real blockbuster movies!

There is a long way to go!

The greater the global influence of our films, the more authoritative our film awards will be!

One day, our award will catch up with the three major European film festivals and the Oscars!

He closed his eyes.

There is a sense of pride, but also a sense of responsibility.

Not far away...

The light in the east is getting brighter and brighter.

He opened his eyes, and somehow, he felt a little heavy on his body.

…………………………

“Fuck!”

“Our brand may be on CCTV News!”

“No, maybe not CCTV News, maybe News Broadcast!”

“Oh my god, fuck, so cruel!”

“Maybe it’s just a shot, it won’t be very clear!”

“Oh my god, that’s News Broadcast, fuck!”

“…”

This night.

For many people, it is destined to be sleepless.

Some people are watching the movie awards ceremony…

Some people realize that Zhang Sheng seems to have done something horrible again!

And…

After seeing an interview video, the advertisers who participated in the [Southern California International Film Awards]…

Their pupils shrank sharply!

(I’m so tired today!)

(I’ve been writing for a day, and I’ve only written two chapters, and I can’t write anymore…, but I still shamelessly ask for votes!)