This actor has something

Chapter 312 It still has to be Fan Bingbing
"Dude, can we not get physical?"

For some reason, He Daqi always felt that this effeminate stylist was taking advantage of him.

"Oh dear! Daqi, you've misunderstood me. I just wanted to straighten your clothes so you could look even more charming. Look in the mirror, don't you look much more handsome than before?"

The stylist even acted aggrieved, making a delicate gesture with her fingers and explaining in a very sinister tone, while looking at He Daqi with pitiful eyes.

What a commotion!

He Daqi felt goosebumps all over his body.

However, this effeminate stylist really has some skill. The He Daqi in the mirror looks quite different from his usual style, giving off a bit of a Korean male idol vibe.

His hair is still yellow because of filming The Host. He often dyes it to maintain the color, which may have damaged his hair, so it looks a bit whitish after washing.

This hair color, cut into a middle part with choppy layers, paired with a black open-front fitted suit, a neat white shirt, a sharp black tie, and even light-colored lipstick, with a barely visible eyeliner at the corner of the eye.

Sure enough, a strong puppy scent immediately came out.

"Is everything ready on Daqi's side? I want to check."

Hearing He Daqi's complaint, Zhou Huimin hurriedly walked over from the other side of the screen, holding up the hem of her long dress. The two were in the same dressing room, but a screen had been added in the middle of the dressing room, so they could not see each other's makeup.

He Daqi didn't turn around, so Zhou Huimin saw his face through the mirror.

Gum!

The sound of swallowing was somewhat clear in the quiet dressing room.

"Daqi, you have this side to you?"

Zhou Huimin came over like a lovesick woman, circling around He Daqi for a long time, wanting to reach out and touch He Daqi's face, but afraid of ruining his makeup.

Fortunately, after a careful look, Zhou Huimin found that He Daqi had no other makeup except for lipstick and light eyeliner, so she felt relieved and placed her hand on He Daqi's face.

When the stylist saw Vivian Chow touching and pinching Ho Tai-kei's face, he was so anxious that he stomped his feet and said, "Oh dear! Sister, be careful! His eyeliner is very difficult to draw, so be careful not to touch it."

Zhou Huimin completely ignored the stylist's complaints. After admiring He Daqi's new makeup and styling for a while, she finally said with satisfaction, "I didn't expect you to suit this style. I thought the previous Hua Wuque was the limit, but I didn't expect there to be a higher level. You can even surpass the limit."

"Stop pinching me, you're going to leave marks on my face." He Daqi slapped Zhou Huimin's hand aside and complained with great disgust.

"Liu Ying really found a great stylist this time. It was a bit pricey, but it was worth it," Zhou Huimin said with a smile as she looked at the stylist with increasing satisfaction.

If it weren't for the fact that they had to walk the red carpet today, she would have liked to drag He Daqi back right now and experience a different side of him.

A limousine was parked in front of the styling studio.

This car is rented, and the rental fee isn't cheap. I guess they make their money from the celebrities who come to attend the Cannes Film Festival every year. They rent it once a year, and each rental is worth a year's salary.

Because she was wearing a long evening gown, it was difficult for Vivian Chow to get into the car. She asked Ho Tai-kei for help, but she found that this clueless guy saw that she wasn't in a hurry to get into the car, so he happily squeezed into the car from the other side.

"Help me up!!!"

Upon hearing Vivian Chow's shout, Ho Tai-kei got out of the car with a sheepish grin. Like a lackey, he bowed and helped Vivian Chow hold up her skirt.

After Zhou Huimin got into the car, He Daqi jumped into the car again.

Without giving Zhou Huimin a chance to ramble on, He Daqi, once in the car, immediately dialed Wang Jinghua's number.

"Sister Hua, we're about to leave. Where should we pick you up?"

When Wang Jinghua mentioned the address, He Daqi realized that they were also in a styling studio on this street. The whole street was lined with styling studios, clearly designed to support the film festival.

"Sister Bai, just drive straight ahead. We're number 126, and they're number 152. They should be not far ahead."

"Okay," Bai Wei replied and started the car.

The Dragon and Tiger Brothers' car started up and followed.

When they arrived at the entrance of Wang Jinghua's studio, He Daqi jokingly said to Zhou Huimin, "If Fan Bingbing looks particularly beautiful today, you'll be overshadowed."

Zhou Huimin rolled her eyes at He Daqi, and was about to say something when she saw Fan Bingbing being helped out by Wang Jinghua.

“I can’t compare, I really can’t compare!” Zhou Huimin murmured to herself.

"What can't be compared?" He Daqi was full of questions.

"You'll see when you look back."

He Daqi turned his head in confusion, and instantly felt a buzzing in his head.

Fan Bingbing wore six large red flowers on her head, arranged in the shape of five-pointed stars, with the largest flower in the middle and the other five smaller ones. Combined with her specially applied eye-catching blush and the bright red gauze dress she wore, it was impossible not to focus everyone's attention on her.

Putting aside whether it looks good or not, it's definitely eye-catching.

It wasn't until Zhou Huimin nudged He Daqi that he came to his senses.

He Daqi quickly opened the car door, got out, and together with Wang Jinghua, helped Fan Bingbing into the car.

Fan Bingbing's makeup and styling today were indeed quite elaborate, so her attention was entirely focused on getting into the car. It wasn't until they got in that Wang Jinghua and Fan Bingbing realized that He Daqi had changed his style today.

He Daqi felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, awkwardly touched his nose, and changed the subject: "Sister Bingbing's look today... is quite unique."

"Haha, didn't expect that, did you?" Fan Bingbing laughed and asked in return.

"...I really didn't expect that." He Daqi was having second thoughts at this moment, and began to wonder if it would be okay not to walk the red carpet today?
Wang Jinghua looked He Daqi up and down for a while, and said with a smile, "Daqi, you acted in The Gift of Cell No. 7 before. Although you looked young, I always thought you were twenty-seven or twenty-eight. But after you dressed up like this today, I realized that you are only twenty-one this year."

"It seems my performance of 'Miracle in Cell No. 7' was quite successful; at least it left a lasting impression."

"That's true."

……

The street was lined with iron railings, and a large group of reporters with cameras of all sizes crowded behind them.

Upon seeing another luxury car arrive, the staff and reporters immediately began preparations.

He Daqi was reluctant to get off the bus.

Without a doubt, Fan Bingbing's appearance today will definitely set the scene ablaze.

Unfortunately, he had to face reality, because the staff opened the car door.

He Daqi got out of the car first. He wasn't well-known abroad, so these foreign reporters didn't recognize him at all.

It wasn't until a South Korean female reporter excitedly shouted "Daqi!" that reporters from mainland China and Hong Kong started pushing forward. This surprised a group of foreigners who wondered who this celebrity was that had their Asian counterparts so excited.

He Daqi ignored the shouts from both sides. He first helped Zhou Huimin out of the car, and then, with the thought that he would be killed no matter what, he carefully protected the big red silk flower on Fan Bingbing's head and helped Fan Bingbing down as well.

Sure enough, the unique design immediately piqued everyone's interest, and reporters from all over the world started snapping photos right away.

When the staff saw the three Asian faces arrive, they wanted to urge them to hurry up and walk on the red carpet and go inside. Now, not only are they not going to urge them, but they have even called over a few colleagues to help clear the area.

He Daqi and Zhou Huimin also benefited from Fan Bingbing's fame, walking and stopping on the red carpet under the guidance of the staff, constantly changing directions to allow photos to be taken from both sides.

This process is completely different from that in China; they even have to have official staff guide them as they walk the red carpet.

He Daqi only realized that the three of them seemed to be receiving different treatment when he saw the staff urging the other celebrities.

His left arm was linked with Vivian Chow's, and his right arm with Fan Bingbing's. He wanted to walk faster, but the pull of his right arm reminded him that Fan Bingbing didn't want to enter the venue right now.

Therefore, He Daqi had no choice but to cooperate with the other party, walking slowly, stopping every step.

After finally making it up the steps and almost entering the venue, Fan Bingbing stopped again, turned around and waved. Seeing that many reporters were taking pictures of her, she reluctantly followed He Daqi into the venue.

"Sister Bingbing, now you're really getting a lot of attention."

"Thanks to you." Fan Bingbing covered her mouth and chuckled.

The phone rang.

After He Daqi answered the phone, Gu Tianle's voice came through: "Qi Zai, look to your left!"

Gu Tianle, who was in the distance, stood up and waved.

"Let's go, let's go over there."

……

It's clear that the Cannes jury didn't like gangster films like "Election".

Although the film "Dragon City Years" was screened at the opening ceremony, it did not win any awards.

He Daqi felt quite ashamed for Du Qifeng. He had brought a large group of people here, only to be a disappointment. He wondered what Du Qifeng was thinking at that moment, but He Daqi could tell that Du Qifeng's expression was not good.

That's really disrespectful. At least give us the title of Best Martial Arts Director.

What? There's no such award? Never mind then.

And so, Lin Jiadong was still comforting her.

"It's okay, the rest are all big prizes, there's still a chance!"

Upon hearing this, Du Qifeng suddenly laughed and said to Lin Jiadong, "Which one do you think I can win: the Palme d'Or, the Jury Prize, or the Jury Award? Alright, stop comforting me. We're mainly here to sell films. Enough exposure is enough. Winning an award doesn't matter. I understand what's going on today. I guess they won't be giving any awards to Chinese people."

I don't know if Lao Du is a jinx, but as soon as he finished speaking, the awards ceremony began to present the jury awards.

The winner of the Jury Prize at the 58th Cannes Film Festival is... Wang Xiaoshuai! (for *Shanghai Dreams*)

Du Qifeng clicked his tongue in disgust. "Damn it! Can't you just let me make my bag rounder?"

Even after being proven wrong, he still led a group of people to stand up, applaud, and congratulate them. Can you believe how infuriating that is?

At this moment, Du Qifeng was extremely envious of Wang Xiaoshuai, not for any other reason than that Wang Xiaoshuai's copyright must be selling like hotcakes today.

He Daqi didn't gain any other insights from attending this film festival, but he did understand one thing.

It turns out that not only domestic artists value awards, but foreign actors also place great importance on this aspect.

After all that, it turns out everyone's just as black.

After the film festival ended, not many people left; most went to the second-floor reception.

Just as Du Qifeng said, the main purpose of coming here is to sell copyrights; winning awards is just an excuse.

The selling points of "Election" are not bad. After all, everyone knows that no matter which country it is from, as long as the gangster movie is not made particularly badly, it will have a guaranteed audience.

It's clear that "Election" was filmed quite well, so now quite a few people have come over to discuss copyright transactions.

He Daqi found himself becoming a translator, which was too conspicuous. No matter which country the film distributors came from, He Daqi could communicate with them in their native dialect with perfect fluency.

As a result, many film distributors from small countries who were originally uninterested in Dragon City Years also came to join in the fun.

It works very well. Mosquito meat is meat too, isn't it?
After a lot of haggling, and the final tally, wow! The movie made a profit even before it was released!

As the group was settling accounts, Fan Bingbing patted He Daqi's arm. He Daqi turned to look at her, and Fan Bingbing gave him a strange look and gestured behind him.

He Daqi turned around in confusion and found that Wang Shuai, who had just won the award, was standing behind him with Gao Yuanyuan, the film's lead actress.

"Junior brother, I didn't expect you to be so good at foreign languages. Could you help me translate as well? It's a bit inconvenient for me to do this by guessing and gesturing."

"Um... Director Wang is also from the Beijing Film Academy?"

"Yes, I graduated in '85."

He Daqi rubbed his nose upon hearing this. How come he keeps running into senior students from Beijing Film Academy no matter where he goes?

If Wang Xiaoshuai hadn't come to He Daqi for help, He Daqi would have always thought that he and Wang Xiaoshuai, who made rural films, had absolutely no connection.

"No problem, senior brother. Who do you want to talk to? I'll translate for you right away."

"That's great. I did win an award, so quite a few people are trying to make deals with me. After this is all over, I'll treat you to a French chicken feast. By the way, junior brother, you acted really well in 'Miracle in Cell No. 7.' When I make my next movie, would you be interested in playing a role?"

"There's no need for that. Let's talk about the copyright transaction first."

In the past, He Daqi might have been more tactful about hopeless situations, but now he never leaves anyone with any hope.

Putting everything else aside, He Daqi's current salary is probably enough for Wang Xiaoshuai to make several movies, so there's absolutely no possibility of them collaborating.

Wang Xiaoshuai's copyright sales were mediocre.

Rural-themed films are only attempted by art-house cinemas, but fortunately, the costs are fixed, and selling a few copies is enough for them to make a profit.

Wang Rui had explained the ins and outs to He Daqi before, so He Daqi wasn't too surprised when several major art-house cinemas in Europe offered good prices.

Anyway, judging from Wang Xiaoshuai's increasingly radiant smile, He Daqi figured he had probably broken even.

(End of this chapter)