Entertainment 2000: Supporting female stars will bring you a hundredfold return

Chapter 341 Director Tang is here, and justice will prevail!

"Listen to what questions they're asking," Han Sanping said. He was old, but his eyesight was still good.

I don't know if it's presbyopia, but I can see things more clearly in the distance.

He spotted Avi instantly from twenty or thirty meters away, and saw the judge who had targeted his prized student, his face contorted with rage.

He got pressed by the reporter's questions.

The translator accompanying the group quickly stepped forward.

The two film crews, whose actors and staff had been nonchalant, suddenly perked up.

However, their feelings were different.

Fan Bingbing's eyes lit up instantly, like a light bulb that had just been switched on!

You damned Indian, you've finally met your match?
The fact that she didn't laugh out loud immediately was already a great concession to her international friends.

Unfortunately, her English was really bad, and she couldn't quite understand what the reporters were asking.

Ning Hao, the assistant director of "Peacock," didn't seem to understand, but he just kept grinning.

The crew of "Purple Butterfly" had mixed feelings.

Zhang Ziyi didn't feel happy at all; she just felt that the group of reporters was making a lot of noise!
What a kind person this Indian judge is! His criticism of "Peacock" is so insightful!
Why are you reporters making things difficult for him?
If it weren't for the wrong location, the wrong timing, and even the wrong people around him, Zhang Ziyi would have really wanted to rush over and help him out of the predicament.

Unfortunately, not only can we not show it now, we also have to laugh.

Zhang Ziyi: To be honest, I'm really not the kind of person who gloats over others' misfortunes!
She glanced at Tang Wen subconsciously and found that his expression was calm and his eyes were clear.

wrong!

Zhang Ziyi withdrew her gaze, and couldn't help but ponder:
Tang Wen had just arrived in Cannes when Avi ran into trouble. What a coincidence!

Was it him who did it?

But this is Cannes.

He probably doesn't have that much power, right?

She speaks good English, so I listened intently as I got closer.

He prayed silently that nothing would happen to Avi.

Ideally, the reporter should be the one to fabricate the story, and then the person behind the fabrication should be brought to justice.

Zhang Ziyi was secretly thinking...

I wonder if God heard her prayers.

Avi shouted at the reporter, "Slander! This is slander! Fake news, all fake news!"

The reporter retorted: "The newspaper published photos, and our newspaper contacted our Indian branch. You did indeed discriminate against your fellow castes. Furthermore, you made discriminatory remarks about squid and black people, saying that if black people came to India, they wouldn't even be as lowly as the lowest animals..."

Did I say such a thing? Avi himself couldn't remember.

Maybe he said it when he was drunk.

But so what? The people I eat and drink with are all noble Brahmins.

Who doesn't think this way?
They could not possibly betray me.

"Slander! This is slander! Do you have any evidence?"

"We received the recordings and photos!"

"Can that be considered evidence? Even the judge wouldn't accept it!" Avi is an Indian elite after all, and he's not so easy to deal with.

Reporters can only use verbal prompting.

He wasn't fooled at all.

Fan Bingbing frowned, fearing that Avi might escape this calamity.

Zhang Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief. She absolutely couldn't admit it!

Han Sanping glanced at Tang Wen, whose expression was calm. When their eyes met, the old man gave him an inquiring look.

Tang Wen smiled slightly.

Han Sanping's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself that the fool was being impulsive.

You should have asked me before planning something like this.

I started fighting you even before you could walk.

The translator continued to translate the dialogue between the two parties.

I heard that Avi is a racist.

Fan Bingbing was filled with righteous indignation; she had never hated racists so much.

"Where are the French police? They're so inefficient! They should arrest Avi, this criminal who discriminates against others, immediately!"

As she spoke, she hugged Tang Wen's arm even tighter.

Seeing that Avi's questioning was getting more and more intense and his arrogance was growing, he couldn't help but worry for the righteous reporters: "Brother, is Avi really alright?"

Tang Wen patted her hand and smiled without saying a word.

Avi was very good at arguing, after all, the reporter had no evidence, and even if Europeans were arrogant, it was difficult to make a accusation.

However, since Tang Wen had made a special effort for him, and with Leo having cultivated deep roots in the French and European arts and culture scene for many years, how could such a powerful alliance fail?
Avi and the reporter reached a stalemate.

Han Sanping couldn't help but glance at Tang Wen again, his meaning clear: You kid, is that all you've got?
Tang Wen smiled and said, "Don't worry, the show is about to begin."

While the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

A group of people dressed in various styles and with bizarre hairstyles, carrying colorful banners that read "Oppose Avi," "Discriminators get out of Cannes," and "Avi is not fit to be a judge," surrounded them from several directions.

Avi saw it from afar and was instantly enraged. Even if he were stupid, he would realize what was happening: Who is it? Who is messing with me!

The French are notoriously inefficient and lazy.

A meal can last from noon to night. My news just came out, how could anyone possibly come to protest!

They must have prepared this in advance to slander me.

"Who sent them? This is incitement and slander!"

Avi flew into a rage.

He accepted a PR bribe from a certain film company and not only criticized "Peacock," but also attacked the creators of several other popular films.

In addition, he has also acted poorly in India and offended many people.

Too many enemies.

However, the other party reacted so quickly, they must have connections in France.

Could it be that damned president of the French Arts Association—Leo?!

That's it, it must be him.

Besides him, he also criticized the two French films competing in this year's competition, "Cruel Invasion" and "This Day," but those were all normal criticisms.

Both of these films are low- to medium-budget productions.

Not a strong contender for the award, and the investors behind them might not be willing to mess with them.

Only Leo, who strongly recommended the Chinese film "Peacock," launched a personal attack against him.

He has energy and motivation in France.

What an old dog...

Unfortunately, the accusations against me are nothing but baseless rumors!
A ruthless glint flashed in Avi's eyes: Just you wait! You damned old man.

The scene was noisy.

Suddenly, a reporter shouted, "Avi, there's a very simple way to make everyone believe you!"

Avi's expression turned solemn: "Tell me!"

He had already made up his mind that he would never admit it, no matter what.

"Swear! Do you dare swear?"

What ?!
What kind of idea is this?!
The other reporters were stunned by this "clever colleague"!

Are you some kind of spy sent by Avi?
swear?

What adult would believe a vow to see a ghost!

Avi laughed, quickly seizing on this loophole, and shouted, "I swear to God..."

"F**K, U!"

The reporter interrupted loudly:
“Avi, you are a Hindu!”

"Be a man, and swear an oath to your Hindu three principal deities using the surname passed down from your ancestors!"

Avi was completely stunned, his mouth agape: "Swear to Hinduism?"

How can that work!
India's high castes, especially the Brahmins, are closely intertwined with Hinduism.

They are almost never demoted.

However, if someone violates religious rules, it is possible for that person to be demoted to an untouchable.

Avi's face was cold: The enemy came prepared!

Damn it, those arrogant Gallic roosters, how could they possibly understand the great Hinduism?

Did they hire an Indian?

Avi comes from a large family, and he's not the only one with a right to inherit. The family also has more than one enemy.

He can spout nonsense in France, but once the video is sent back to India...

This is going to be a big problem!
Seeing his performance, the reporters suddenly realized: It really works? This colleague is really clever.

They remained silent, simply holding the microphones out to their more astute colleagues, leaving the floor to their intelligent peers.

“Speak, Avi, swear an oath in front of the camera, in front of the microphone, and in front of the Hindu religion you and your family believe in!”

He paused for a long time, and everyone knew there was a problem.

Avi, his neck stiff, tried to change the subject: "Indian gods won't protect Europe. I can use God, or other deities..."

"fraud!"

"Racist!"

"Dirty Indians"

Before he could finish his excuses, the protesting crowd had already started hurling insults.

His voice was drowned out by the insults.

"Snapped!"

A rotten egg flew out from the crowd and landed squarely on Avi's face.

The stench was unbearable!

It seems to be more than just rotten eggs.

Several female reporters who were a meter away felt dizzy after smelling it.

Stunned by the stench, Avi instinctively cursed in the most familiar words, "You lowly people! How dare you?! Kneel down and apologize to me right now!"

Wow--

There was an uproar at the scene.

He really is a racist.

He actually called the noble French people "lowlifes?!"

Seven or eight cameras, a dozen microphones and voice recorders faithfully recorded this scene.

"What a show."

After confirming that Avi was done, Tang Wen, along with Fan Bingbing, took the lead and bypassed the crowd.

Fan Bingbing's pretty face was beaming with a bright smile.

She couldn't resist standing on tiptoe and giving Tang Wen a big kiss on the cheek: "Brother, did you do this?"

"Heh, do you have any evidence? You're just guessing?"

"Hehe, I know you have a way!" Fan Bingbing debuted at the age of 16 and had seen some tricks at the bottom of the film crew. She was also smart enough.

Of course I know that there's no such thing as a coincidence in the world.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. Her boyfriend is doing very well in his career in China, and he has money and connections.

Having gone to Hollywood and come to Cannes, are you going to let others slander and bully you?
I should have figured this out a long time ago.

I was too eager to win the award before, and I was too anxious about losing it.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Mmm, I understand. Brother, you're so handsome!" Fan Bingbing regained the liveliness of a 20-year-old girl. If she weren't holding Tang Wen's arm and there were reporters around, she probably would have jumped up and down by now.

"Hehe, do I have a chance of winning an award?"

"Hard to say."

"It's okay, it's okay if you can't take it."

"Hmm?" Tang Wen turned his head to look at her. Her big eyes were completely open and honest, not like she was faking it.

"Really, as long as it's a fair competition, that's all that matters! I have you! If we lose this time, we can try again next time! But we can't let people slander and bully us for no reason, can we?"

"This mindset is quite admirable."

"Others are improving too! They need to keep up with you."

"You should catch up with English first..."

Avi scrambled back to the hotel in a sorry state.

The entire crew of "Peacock," including staff from China Film Group, were no longer depressed and their mood brightened.

The crew of "Purple Butterfly" had mixed feelings.

Needless to say, Zhang Ziyi already harbored hatred in her heart:
I hate that the French are too cunning, and I hate that Avi is too useless.

'Tang Wen must be involved in this.'

'Stay calm, we can't afford to offend this person.'

Everyone here is a smart person, although they don't trust Tang Wen as much as Fan Bingbing does.

However, it is also highly suspected that Tang Wen played a significant role in the farce just now.

After all, what are the chances of such a coincidence?
Zhang Ziyi lagged behind the group, taking several deep breaths to calm herself down.

The thought that Fan Bingbing had a higher chance of winning an award than she did because of the subject matter made her feel indescribably sad!

Now, all she can do is silently console herself: 'The Cannes Film Festival is full of strong contenders; even without Avi, Fan isn't particularly outstanding. She definitely won't win.'

Director Lou Ye looked at Tang Wen ahead with a hint of envy in her eyes.

I'm nearly forty and have barely made it to the Cannes Film Festival.

Tang Wen was so young that he couldn't feel jealousy, only envy.

If Fan Bingbing really wins the award this time, will she break the record for Best Actress at Cannes?

The same applies if Tang Wen wins an award.

Thinking of this, Lou Ye shook his head and smiled, "This is too difficult."

With Avi out of the picture, "Peacock" is now simply back on the same starting line as other popular films.

As for his novel "Purple Butterfly," the subject matter is not appealing.

Winning an award is more than twice as difficult as winning "Peacock".

Sisters Li Bingbing and Li Xue, along with actors Liu Ye and Feng Yuanzheng from "Purple Butterfly," were also quietly discussing the possibility of Tang Wen and his co-stars winning an award.

Li Xue: "Sis, if Fan Bingbing really wins an award, she'll surpass you in the future."

Li Bingbing, who is 30 years old, is quite open-minded: "What can we do? It's because your older sister is ten years older than me."

Li Xue: "Hmm, you're ten years younger, so you can actually give it a shot?"

"reluctantly?"

"Ahem, sis, you're pretty, but not a top-tier beauty."

"Shut up!"

Countless people admire Li Bingbing's looks, but in her own little sister's eyes, she's just so-so.

The group watched today's premiere film at the cinema.

In the evening, as usual, there was a lavish and extravagant banquet.

Zhang Ziyi moved closer to Tang Wen.

The two were very close, but she didn't reach out to hold his arm.

Fan Bingbing turned a blind eye to it.

Zhang Ziyi, who prided herself on being one of the more well-informed people from China, came over to curry favor and introduce the situation to Tang Wen, who was new to the country: "As the awards ceremony date approaches, the judges are no longer attending the banquets. Spielberg didn't attend last night's reception."

He stopped before he could finish speaking.

Because Zhang Ziyi saw Spielberg, who was walking towards them with a jewel-encrusted actress.

This is truly unprecedented.

In the past, even when Spielberg attended banquets, he was always surrounded by far too many people.

They couldn't even get close enough.

Apart from Han Sanping, it was difficult for anyone else to even greet him.

Everyone in both film crews visibly became serious.

Even Fan Bingbing couldn't help but straighten her back.

After all, the other party is Steven Spielberg!

As an actor, who wouldn't want to work with him?

Gong Li, the pinnacle of domestic actresses, knew full well that her role in "Memoirs of a Geisha" would be criticized.

But because the project belongs to Spielberg, they are willing to take the risk.

"Steven, long time no see!" Tang Wen smiled and took two steps forward to greet him.

Fan Bingbing was a little confused: Can my brother talk to Spielberg so casually?
Not only was she surprised, but everyone else was astonished as well.

(End of this chapter)