Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 223 Straight to the Heart of the Army? This is a human story.

"Why haven't Wu Chen and the others arrived yet?"

"The camera is on them! Here they come! It seems the official sources have confirmed that these two vehicles belong to the crew of 'Get Out'."

"Rolls-Royce Phantom? I feel the Lincoln Extended Wheelbase is more imposing!"

"Damn, you've even started commenting."

This year's Oscars ceremony and red carpet were broadcast live not only by the movie channel, but also by several major domestic entertainment media outlets.

Even without bullet comments, the comment section was still incredibly lively.

The only downside is the slow internet speed, making the user experience less than ideal.

At this moment, the crowd in front of the red carpet had reached a boiling point, and on the stands on both sides of the red carpet, which were built as high as dams, the world's top media had already set up their cameras on tripods.

Reporters from hundreds of media outlets, including CNN, ABC, NBC, BBC, NHK, and Phoenix TV, are scrambling to prepare.

A red carpet was laid out in front of the theater.

Behind the fences on both sides, screaming fans waved and swarmed with signs, banners, cameras, and glow sticks.

Two red carpet coordinators walked briskly over.

The car door opened slightly.

Wu Chen stepped out of the car first, his figure standing tall and ramrod straight, his movements elegant. He wore a dark suit with a crisp lapel, his hand lightly adjusting his black and gold bow tie, before gazing straight ahead.
Behind them were the rest of the film crew, waving to each other in pairs.

"You know what, looking at him like this, your junior brother is really quite handsome, more handsome than many actors." Shu Chang lay on the bed, propping her head up with her hand, and couldn't help but comment as she watched Wu Chen get out of the car.

Liu Yifei smiled and said, "Well, it's alright."

"Don't be so smug. You're so handsome and talented. The pressure you'll face in the future is immense," Shu Chang pointed out the problem.

"I can already imagine the pressure you'll face in the future. My advice is to think about how to break through from within, first get to know Wu Chen's parents, and then turn the tables on him."

With a flick of his wrist, Shu Chang grasped the theory.

"I talked to Auntie during the Chinese New Year," Liu Yifei replied with a light laugh, winking shyly at Shu Chang.

"what?"

Shu Chang was taken aback. "So fast? No, where did you learn this theory from? I haven't even taught it to you yet, how come you're already teaching yourself?"

"Junior brother brought it up himself!" Liu Yifei smiled, a hint of sweetness in her eyes.

Shu Chang's eyes widened, and she suddenly jumped out of bed:
"Good heavens! Your progress bar is moving faster than a rocket! So while I'm still just talking on paper, you two have already struck at the heart of the enemy?"

She exaggeratedly clutched her chest, "No, I need to catch my breath, I'm stuffed from this dog food."

Liu Yifei's cheeks flushed slightly, and she grabbed a cushion and lightly threw it at him: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

At that moment, the Oscars were being broadcast live in the dining hall, auditorium, and screening room of the Beijing Film Academy.

Inside the auditorium, hundreds of students crowded in front of the large screen, their eyes glued to it, discussing animatedly.

“Here it comes, here it comes!!!”

"Thanks to my senior brother, I get to see so many beautiful women. It's great!"

"Damn, Senior Brother Wu Chen is killing us! That way of getting out of the car was so cool, he's both talented and handsome!"

"Wow, that's so handsome! Who said directors aren't photogenic?"

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Xiang Zhuo and the others were also there, and the three of them exchanged glances.

"Holy crap, I want to go to the Oscars with Brother Chen and show off too! That's so cool!"

"Could it be that Brother Chen has practiced these moves before?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

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"I always felt that Wu Chen would definitely have a place in acting; his physique is so suitable, much better than many of the students we recruited."

Cui Xinqin was discussing this quietly with Wang Jinsong.

"I trust your judgment of character, but don't say these words out loud now."

Wang Jinsong glanced at the excited teachers around him. There were also some senior professors from the photography department present today. If he said this, the acting department was sure to get a lot of flak.

"Of course I know that. Even if Wu Chen wanted to learn it now, I would have to refuse him, otherwise the photography department would go crazy."

After laughing, Cui Xinqin turned her gaze back to the screen.

At this moment, a group of audience members of various skin colors and with enthusiastic expressions stood out in the stands on both sides. They were a local Los Angeles Black film fan support group.

Many people wore T-shirts with the movie title "Get Out" printed on them, and some held up banners.

"This is not fiction, this is history."

"We can't get in, but he can get out!"

Some even had the pinyin for "吴" (Wu) drawn on their cheeks – W·U.

Jason Blum nudged Wu Chen, gesturing for him to look in that direction.

Wu Chen looked over and a smile appeared on his face. He had to admit that the black guys knew how to have fun. He nodded in greeting and raised his right hand high to wave at them.

At that moment, the cheers from the audience rose again.

"He saw me! Oh my god, he saw me!!"

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As Wu Chen and his group moved forward, Lisa Kudlow, the official Oscar red carpet interview host, wearing a silver-gray off-the-shoulder dress, extended a microphone to Wu Chen with her signature gentle smile.

"Wu, welcome to the red carpet of the 79th Academy Awards. Tonight can be described as your night of glory, but we'd like to know more about you: how are you feeling right now?"

As she spoke, Lisa Kudlow turned halfway to the side, adjusting her position so that Wu Chen was facing the ABC live broadcast camera.

Wu Chen nodded slightly, his voice calm yet firm: "At this moment, I feel mostly gratitude. Thank you to every member of the crew, and thank you to the audience."

Kudlow nodded, then deftly moved on to the next question:
“We noticed that you had many supporters on the red carpet tonight, especially from different ethnic groups and cultural backgrounds, who held up signs and cheered for you.”

As a director from China, how do you view this cross-cultural connection?

Wu Chen's tone remained as calm and steady as ever:

"This is the part I cherish most. Because it means we are getting closer to each other. We are not telling stories of the East, nor stories of the West, but stories of people."

If a film can resonate with two seemingly distant emotions, then it's worth making.

"Thank you for this work, and best of luck tonight. We can't wait to see the next surprise from Get Out."

Finally, the host concluded with a smile.

"Thank you, and thank you to all the audience members who came tonight."

Wu Chen nodded slightly, responded politely, and then led the crew forward.

At this moment, two Lincolns had already stopped at the beginning of the red carpet, and then another frenzy of commotion erupted on both sides of the audience.

And there were also voices chanting Leonardo's name.

Wu Chen glanced back and, sure enough, it was the crew of "The Departed".

"Impressive, Old Mu. Your disciple has a knack for speaking; that question has some depth."

In the screening room of the Beijing Film Academy, some professors couldn't help but sigh.

Actually, this question from the host is not easy to answer. Although it is not a deliberately difficult question, it is easy to make mistakes when it involves cross-cultural issues.

It's very likely that if you answer one side, the other side won't be satisfied.

Mu Deyuan smiled but didn't say much. At this time, it was better to observe more and say less, but his eyes were full of satisfaction.

At that time, Zhang Yimou was preparing for the Olympics and did not go to the Oscars, mainly because she was nominated for a minor award such as Best Costume Design.

Zhang Yi sighed as he watched Wu Chen being interviewed by the Oscars officials and then stopped by the host from the movie channel.

This scene seemed familiar to him, because it happened a few years ago when "Hero" was nominated for Best Foreign Language Film.

Unfortunately, after several years, they still had no harvest.

Zhang Yi leaned back in his chair, turned his head to look at the rising sunlight outside the window, and muttered to himself:

"I hope I can get everything I can, so that I won't have any regrets."

However, compared to Zhang Yimou's magnanimity, Chen Kaige's expression was much more complicated.

He had only been to this event once, and he still vividly remembered the grand occasion. Now, another director like him has emerged in China, but unfortunately, it is not him.

"Does Director Wu have a chance today?"

Chen Hong's expression was also quite complicated. Not only had Chen Kai mentioned this stage for a long time, but she had also dreamed of it after following Chen Kai. Unfortunately, "The Promise" failed miserably.

Chen Kaige sighed: "Winning big awards is difficult. This year, all the films are facing fierce competition; none of them are easy to beat. No one is guaranteed to win, but we should get some smaller awards."

(End of this chapter)