Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 348 Ripples, Taking an Inch and Wanting a Mile

A commendation notice from the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television, like a heavy stone, was suddenly thrown into the calm lake of the film and television industry, causing an uproar.

Even the ripples it caused spread outwards in circles, uncontrollably.

This is more than just a simple commendation.

The title of "Outstanding Collective in International Film Communication" signifies a high level of recognition for film creation.

This will not only affect the film topics and directions of some creators in the future, but will also inevitably raise the industry status of film crews and main creators to a new level.

More importantly, this notification was not only sent to the radio and television bureaus of various provinces and cities, but also to all film production companies and related industry associations in China.

At this moment, Kang Jianming, the secretary-general of the Film Association, sat in his study. After repeatedly reading the document, he sighed softly, his expression very complicated.

As the secretary-general of the Film Association, he naturally understood what this meant.

Although the China Film Association is an administrative unit under the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles and is not directly under the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television;

However, in the most sensitive areas such as film policy, censorship guidelines, and award judging standards, the association's operations have always been subject to the "guidance" and "substantial influence" of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television.
Even in personnel arrangement negotiations, the broadcasting system can nominate and "offer opinions" for certain positions.

The document sent to the association by the State Administration of Radio and Television clearly told them how to view this matter and how to express their opinion to the outside world.

If he can't even understand this, then Kang Jianming has been sitting in the position of secretary-general for so many years for nothing.

But what truly relieved him was that "Black Peony" did not submit an application for the Golden Rooster Award last year; otherwise, the Film Association would probably be so embarrassed that it would want to crawl into a hole and hide.

But that's also where the trouble lies—Wu Chen never even considered applying for the Golden Rooster Award.

Not submitting an application means you're dissatisfied with the Golden Rooster Awards?
Or have they simply stopped looking down on these domestic awards?
As Kang Jianming was struggling with his decision, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

He picked up the receiver, his expression immediately turning serious.

On the other end of the phone, the voice said decisively, "Secretary-General Kang, organize a meeting tomorrow morning to discuss the commendation notice that the General Administration just issued."

"Understood, I will organize it."

After hanging up the phone, he shook his head with a wry smile and sighed softly.

However, to some others, this commendation became a glaring glare.

Lu Xun, in particular, grumbled and complained for several minutes, but at the same time, he wished he could take Lu Xun's place.

But despite the criticism, I did feel a bit of envy and jealousy.

Thinking of his soon-to-be-completed novel, *Nanjing! Nanjing!*, he clenched his fist again, a surge of indignant confidence welling up inside him:

"Just wait until 'Nanjing! Nanjing!' comes out, hmph."

No sooner had he finished cursing than the phone on the table rang like a death knell.

Lu Xun glanced at the caller ID and felt a chill run down his spine. He forced himself to answer the call.

"Chairman Qin," he said, feigning composure.

On the other end of the phone, Qin Hong's voice was filled with suppressed anger:

"Director Lu, we agreed to wrap up filming at the end of January, but you postponed it to the end of February. Now it's the end of February, shouldn't the filming be finished?" "Ahem," Lu Xun coughed awkwardly, "Chairman Qin, well, it might have to be extended for another month, to the end of March."

"What?!" Qin Hong on the other end of the phone was so angry he almost exploded. "Lu Xun, are you kidding me? Do you know how much extra money the crew has to burn every extra day of filming?!"

Qin Hong was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his lungs felt like they were about to explode.

Damn it, Han Sanping and Wang Changtian heavily invested in Wu Chen's "Black Peony." Although it's been two or three years, this morning he was sitting in the Kodak Theatre at the Oscars, receiving the first foreign language film award from mainland China.

Qin Hong invested heavily in Lu Xun, but six months later, the film has been plagued by mishaps since the script was first written.
The film has been in production for almost half a year now, and there has long been controversy within Stellar Media regarding the project. If he hadn't forcefully suppressed the dissent, the project would have been withdrawn from funding long ago.
Panting heavily, Qin Hong gritted his teeth and said, "Director Lu, I'm asking you one last time, can we wrap up filming by the end of March? Give me a clear answer!"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Forehead"

Lu Xun hesitated and didn't dare to give a definite answer, mainly because he didn't know when filming would wrap up. The crew was shooting scenes very slowly, and sometimes he couldn't understand why it was taking so long.

"damn it"

Qin Hong was so angry that he slammed down the phone. If it weren't for the fact that a leader had gone to the filming location during the production of "Nanjing! Nanjing!" because of the subject matter, he would have wanted to strangle Lu Xun.

It was past 11 p.m. in Beijing, but Los Angeles was already bright with the morning sun.

The room at the Four Seasons Hotel was quiet, the curtains were still drawn, and only a faint light shone through the gaps in the fabric, illuminating the clock on the bedside table.

Liu Yifei opened her eyes, her long eyelashes trembled twice, her vision was still a little hazy, her cheeks were flushed, and the thin blanket covering her body slipped down slightly, revealing a section of her fair shoulder, which looked indescribably soft under the light.

Wu Chen lay on his side, breathing evenly, his brow slightly furrowed.

He was fast asleep, a few stubble peeked out wearily from the corners of his mouth.
Liu Yifei blinked, her gaze falling on the soft spot below his nose. A thought struck her, and her little hand reached out as if possessed, gently brushing it aside.

Wu Chen's nostrils twitched slightly, and he subconsciously frowned. Then he turned over, instinctively stuffing something into his arms, and then pulled Liu Yifei into his embrace.

"Hmm?" Liu Yifei hummed softly, her voice still carrying a slightly sticky, nasal tone.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a low, half-joking tone.

Wu Chen was still asleep, but his breathing was close to hers. She was nestled in his arms and could feel his strong chest rising and falling slightly.

The air still held the lingering fragrance of last night and the languid feeling after passion; time seemed to stand still between the warm bedding and the intimate moments.

Liu Yifei moved slightly, but didn't break free; instead, Wu Chen hugged her even tighter.

She leaned her head against his shoulder and muttered softly, "Amazing, two Oscars."

Although the words were a complaint, the tone was full of a bittersweet helplessness.

Suddenly, Wu Chen's low, husky voice rang out, carrying a sleepy languor: "Hmm? Don't you know that's very itchy?"

Weren't you asleep?

"It's an act." Wu Chen raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lazily. "Let's see if you'll push your luck."

Liu Yifei gave a haughty snort and rubbed her face against his neck: "So what if you push your luck? What can you do about it?"

(End of this chapter)