Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 355 List of 100 Greatest Directors in History
With the buzz surrounding "Bad Genius" still going strong, the Tang Wei incident has finally come to a close.

Li An fell completely silent. Liang Chaowei muttered a couple of things at the beginning, but then wisely stopped discussing the matter.

Of course, the State Administration of Radio and Television finally came forward to explain:

There was no "complete ban," but rather a discouragement of further expanding her influence.

Tang Wei is a good actress. She is not an actress who only became famous by taking off her clothes. Her acting skills are also good. There is nothing wrong with dedicating herself to art.

This matter is indeed about the issue, not the person. What we need to discuss is the "Tang Wei phenomenon"—the negative impact that "instant fame through nudity" can have on teenagers.

Wu Chen also participated in several meetings because of this matter.

The capital city was still chilly in early March; spring had arrived, but had not yet fully blossomed.

An afternoon breeze swept through the plane trees in front of the General Administration compound, and a few yellow leaves that hadn't yet faded from last winter swirled and landed on the stone steps.

Wu Chen and Jiang Wen walked out of the main building side by side, the stone steps under their feet reflecting the sunlight, which was quite dazzling.

"Hehe, the bureau is actually quite lenient, quite humane, they even gave me a way out." Jiang Wen put his hands in his coat pockets and grinned. "Unlike back then with me, tsk, they were really heartless. Why were they so heartless to me back then?"

"Director Jiang, how can that be the same? You brought this on yourself. You went to Cannes to compete without giving the bureau a chance. Back then, the regulations were very strict," Wu Chen said irritably.

Jiang Wen suddenly glanced around, then turned his head, gently touched Wu Chen's shoulder, and lowered his voice:
"Do you want to know who spoke up after watching 'Lust, Caution'? I have inside information, I guarantee it, it came from inside the compound."

"Fine, don't tell me, I don't want to know, anyway I don't make these kinds of films."

"Damn, how can you be so boring?" Jiang Wen said, looking frustrated.

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Wu Chen closed the car door, glanced at his watch, and realized he would just make Liu Yifei's flight back from Paris.

Beijing Capital International Airport, Terminal 3.

Amid the bustling crowd, he leaned against a stone pillar in the arrivals area, scrolling through his phone, unconsciously watching the time on the screen tick by.

In the distance, announcements came over the loudspeaker, alternating between Chinese and English, mechanical and routine.

"Where are you?" Liu Yifei's clear voice rang out from the other end of the phone, with the familiar echoes of the airport and the reverberation of Chinese and English announcements in the background.

"where?"

Inside the airport, Wu Chen leaned against a pillar. Liu Yifei's clear voice came through the phone, accompanied by a Chinese voice broadcast, indicating that she had arrived and was looking for him.

"exist"

Before the words were finished, a familiar figure rushed over, a tall silhouette beneath a black woolen coat, and a cool yet sweet fragrance wafted into the air.

Wu Chen instinctively opened his arms and caught the person steadily.

"Be careful."

"Hehe, how did you know it was me? I clearly changed my perfume." Liu Yifei tilted her head back, wearing sunglasses and a mask, but the smile in her eyes was hard to hide.

Wu Chen chuckled and was about to reply when a dry cough came from not far away. Only then did he remember that Liu Xiaoli had gone to Paris with Liu Yifei.

Looking to the left, I saw Liu Xiaoli standing not far away, smiling silently.

"Auntie."

Wu Chen quickly picked up his luggage, while Liu Yifei chuckled softly beside him, asking in a low voice, "Were you scared just now?"

"Nonsense, how could that be?" Wu Chen firmly denied it.

Liu Yifei blinked, her tone brimming with undisguised smugness: "Hehe, I know you too well!"

"Wu Chen." Liu Xiaoli took two steps closer and spoke softly.

"Yes, Auntie."

Are your parents planning to come to the Olympics this year?

“I plan to invite them to come along, they should be able to come.” Wu Chen nodded, as he, as an advisor, naturally had an excellent view of this Olympics.

The Olympics is a national event, and of course he didn't want his parents to miss it.

"Hmm, shall we meet then?" Liu Xiaoli didn't shy away from the question. Since things had come to this point, it would be more appropriate for them to meet sooner rather than later.

"it is good."

Liu Yifei blinked and slightly shifted her arm around Wu Chen's. Now it was Wu Chen's turn to tease her: "What, scared?"

"Nonsense, I didn't. I did call Auntie last time." Liu Yifei proudly raised her head.

Wu Chen chuckled to himself. Despite Liu Yifei's usual arrogant demeanor, she was just as timid when necessary.

As March draws to a close, the air in Beijing remains chilly.

Both films, which had topped the Hollywood box office for a week, fully demonstrated their money-making abilities during the typically slow March season.

"National Treasure 2" grossed nearly 40 million yuan in its first week of release, while "10,000 BC" grossed 2266 million yuan in its opening weekend.

In contrast, the situation for mainland Chinese art films remains precarious.

"Left Right" and "Springtime" chose to avoid March, but then encountered "Three Kingdoms: Resurrection of the Dragon" and "The Forbidden Kingdom" in April.
Gu Changwei looked somewhat helpless. They had searched for a long time before finally finding a distributor for "Li Chun," but not only could they not find a good release date, the competition was fierce even in the less desirable ones. When pressed by reporters, he simply shrugged, his tone tinged with resignation.

"That's the downside of making art films; it's hard to find a release date. Art films are inherently less commercially successful than art films."

No one replies to my complaints.

With the press conference for the start of filming of "The Martian" just two days away, it's inevitable that the media will bring it up in advance to generate buzz.

Just as the industry was buzzing with excitement, the authoritative British film magazine TotalFilm selected a list of the 100 greatest directors of all time.

This update has completely stirred up the global entertainment industry.

That evening, Wu Chen was holding Liu Yifei, snuggled on the sofa watching TV. He had just asked when Shu Chang's "Magic Phone" would be released when Jason Blum called:
"Wu, congratulations on being ranked fortieth globally."

"Huh, what is that?" Wu Chen was slightly taken aback.

"Uh, maybe you're a few minutes behind. The authoritative British film magazine TotalFilm just released its list of the 100 greatest directors of all time. You made the list, and you're ranked 40th!"

"Huh? Who's number one?" Wu Chen asked subconsciously, then felt like he'd asked a pointless question.

"Hitchcock. You know, if it's a list, he's practically guaranteed a spot!"

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At this time, in the capital city, it was just past 10 p.m.

In the Sina Entertainment editorial department, the lights in other parts of the floor gradually turned off, except for the innermost editorial office, which remained lit.

The cold white screen reflected several young but tired faces. The wind outside the office building made the window vibrate slightly, and a few fallen leaves were rolled up on the edge of the windowsill, curled up like the corner of an old manuscript.

"Refresh the page again. They say TotalFilm's official website just posted the rankings."

"Wait a minute, the page is still frozen." Editor Xiao Chen stared intently at the computer screen, his right hand clicking the mouse frantically.

At the next table, the deputy editor-in-chief, Liu Yichuan, leaned back in his chair, holding a lukewarm cup of coffee, his brow furrowed, but he didn't urge him on.

The list of "100 Greatest Directors of All Time" was first leaked by the British magazine TotalFilm in the evening. It was initially thought to be just a routine publicity stunt, but it turned out to be a real announcement.

The page finally redirected.

The group held their breath.

The webpage slowly unfolded, revealing that familiar dark blue background and white title text—

[TotalFilm: 100 Greatest Directors in History]

"I saw it!" Xiao Chen whispered, then realized what was happening and immediately lowered his voice.

The mouse wheel slowly scrolls down.

First place: Alfred Hitchcock.

Second place: Martin Scorsese.

Third: Steven Spielberg.

A row of names scrolled by, and everyone stared at them, even muttering the names aloud.
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and find our own country's products. Once we've found them and published the report, we can go home." Liu Yichuan couldn't help but speak in a low voice as he watched everyone still looking at the reports.

Finally, in the middle of the page, a name appeared prominently—No. 40: Wu Chen (China).

"Wu has made the list."

(End of this chapter)