Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 303 Four Denials, Love

Inside the office building of the Beijing Film Academy, several professors gathered together, having just finished reviewing the Golden Rooster Awards nominations, each with a complex expression.

"If these old fogies keep doing this, they'll be in for a world-shaking storm sooner or later!"

"What's with the public outcry? Didn't you see they sent in the Golden Lion and Golden Bear awards, but didn't even give them a nomination? It's just telling everyone that they call the shots in the Golden Rooster Awards."

"Old Mu, was Wu Chen's 'Black Peony' also rejected? I don't think it was mentioned at all in the reports. That's too much! You should have told us sooner, or we would have helped Wu Chen get a nomination."

Mu Deyuan shook his head: "He said he didn't submit it. Speaking of which, I don't even know who some of the committee members got into this year's committee, or where they came from."

Tian Zhuangzhuang, who was holding a teacup, suddenly retorted, "You should know, you went up there anyway!"

There was a slight pause in the air in the office, and then everyone burst into laughter.

Mu Deyuan gave Tian Zhuangzhuang a deep look. "Old Tian, ​​it seems all those years of banning directors haven't been in vain. You've seen through it all!"

"Get lost!" Tian Zhuangzhuang couldn't help but laugh and curse.

That bastard really knows how to bring up the most sensitive topics.

Meanwhile, Han Sanping was sitting in the office of China Film Group, holding a list of nominees for the Golden Rooster Awards. He was frowning and couldn't feel happy at all.

The patriotic blockbuster "The Knot" submitted by China Film Group was indeed a great success, but apart from a few films that he still remembered, he, as the chairman of China Film Group, didn't even know where the rest came from.

"These old guys are getting more and more arrogant. No wonder Wu Chen didn't even send it over."

Han Sanping shook his head with a smile. This year's nomination list could have been very simple, even raising the credibility of the Golden Rooster Awards, but instead, such an absurd nomination list was produced.
Wu Chen didn't pay much attention to Jin Ji's antics.

The composition of the Golden Rooster Awards committee is too complicated, and he doesn't know much about it. In fact, the Golden Rooster Awards has never dared to publicly disclose who the members are, only vaguely revealing a few of them.

He needed to inform Universal about the cameo appearance; otherwise, if someone mentioned it beforehand, Universal's publicity efforts would be inadequate and they could easily find themselves in a passive position.

"Wu, have you finalized all the personnel arrangements?"

Upon hearing this, David Lyndon could not hide his surprise and spoke up.

Cameo appearances are not uncommon in Hollywood, and could even be considered quite common, but Wu Chen's move covered a very wide range of moviegoers.

Just like Liu Yifei and Gong Li's market appeal in Asia, Chadwick Boseman's appeal to the Black community, Scarlett Johansson's appeal to the male audience, and Christian Bale's appeal to movie fans.
This group of people not only maximized the combination of topics, but also provided a perfect match for the global promotion of the entire film.

"Of course, but you need to check their schedules and fees with them to ensure they can complete their cameo roles while the filming is in progress."
My personal suggestion is for several people to come at the same time, so that the initial shooting schedule can be adjusted accordingly.

Wu Chen replied with a smile.

In fact, Universal has a lot to do, such as the design of future posters, how to make reasonable use of the actors' shots in trailers, and the confirmation of promotional gimmicks. All of these need to be checked clearly to avoid some unnecessary trouble or conflict.

“No problem, leave it to us.” David Lyndon agreed immediately.

They couldn't be happier than to have such a good thing, since the global marketing and distribution plan for "The Martian" was already quite challenging.

It involves actors from both countries, and the media rhetoric and public relations guidance for the North American, Asian, and European markets must be carefully considered to avoid poor box office performance due to publicity issues.

Wu Chen's move effectively alleviated the film's future publicity and distribution pressure, generating enough buzz just for promotion.

The news was not announced immediately, after all, a good knife should be used where it is most needed.

And so, at the end of September, at midnight, the first rain of autumn fell. The raindrops tapped against the window, making a soft, rustling sound.

Feeling a chill, Wu Chen drowsily turned over, pulled his arm out of Liu Yifei's arms, groped around for a moment, and finally found the corner of the blanket that was tucked between her legs. He quickly pulled it over to cover them both, and then hugged her tightly again.

In his daze, he felt as if he had repeated this action many times.

The following morning, the autumn rain brought a slight chill.

Liu Yifei's nose twitched slightly, and her eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of slightly "resentful" eyes.

Wu Chen opened his eyes and looked at her, making her a little shy. She quickly pulled the blanket over half her face and peeked out, asking, "Ah? Junior brother, what's wrong?"

Wu Chen yawned: "It's nothing, it's just that a certain pig always likes to tuck the blanket between his legs."

"You're the pig!" Liu Yifei realized what was happening and pounced on him with a laugh and a scolding tone.

"I'm curious, aren't you cold at night?"

Wu Chen watched the raindrops pattering down outside the window. The feeling of watching the wind and rain outside from home was quite evocative.

Liu Yifei shifted her body and rested her head on Wu Chen's lap: "No, you're hot."

"Autumn is definitely the best time to sleep."

Liu Yifei hummed in agreement, clearly enjoying the morning.

"This sounds familiar. I feel like you've said this in spring, summer, and winter." A hint of doubt flashed in Wu Chen's eyes.

"Nonsense, nonsense, and baseless accusations. I didn't do it."

Liu Yifei blushed.

Hearing her four denials, Wu Chen chuckled, reached out and gently slid his finger along her hair to her earlobe. The warmth of his fingertip made Liu Yifei shiver, and she smiled with a hint of drowsiness and coquettishness: "Ugh, it tickles so much."

"It's a pity it's raining. I don't know when it will stop, so I can't go for a walk today," Liu Yifei said with a sigh as she looked out the window at the drizzling autumn rain.

"What does it matter? It's great to be able to stay at home."

"No, I need to cultivate good habits in you. Look at you, directing a film for two or three months at a time. How can you not develop good habits? I hope we can live to be a hundred."

Liu Yifei squinted at the ceiling. "We're only in our twenties now. If we can live to be a hundred, we still have more than seventy years left."

Wu Chen was taken aback, then thought for a moment, "Then I'll have to try my best to live three more years."

“It’s okay if you don’t work hard. You live to be a hundred, and I’ll live to be ninety-seven.” Liu Yifei looked up, as if waiting for a hug.

Wu Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cup her face, his voice low and smiling: "Okay, it's settled then."

Although they were just talking, and who knows how long they would live, what does it matter? The most important thing is that they are of one mind.

You are three years older than me, so I will live three years less.

This is love.
(End of this chapter)