Director of Photography Department of Huayu

It's normal for Chapter 474 to have some flaws.
Although the box office performance of "The Founding of a Republic" was not as exaggerated as that of "The Martian," its trajectory was beyond most people's expectations.

The figure of 400 million is almost a certainty.

The preparations for "The Founding of a Party" were also made public.

"Chairman Han, congratulations! It's not even National Day yet, and you've already made almost 300 million!" Wu Chen specially congratulated Han Sanping before National Day.

The latter was a happy laugh.

"You deserve some credit."

"No way, I didn't do much. I was just a cameo director and only filmed a small part of it."

"I've got your 400 million yuan box office from the premiere in mind. That 400 million yuan slogan was something else!" Han Sanping's face was all smiles.

Everyone in the industry knows that the second director to join the 400 million yuan box office club in China is about to emerge.
"By the way, what do you think about Wanda Film Media? Many people in the industry are a bit uneasy. I saw you and Yifei went to their opening ceremony."

Han Sanping suddenly changed the subject and brought up Wanda Pictures.

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen immediately said, "That day, half of the Beijing film circle went there. But I think these people are just making wild guesses. Didn't China Film Group and Shanghai Film Group also do production, distribution, and theater operations before? And they did pretty well."

Han Sanping directly laughed and scolded, "China Film Group operates entirely according to national regulations. There's absolutely no way they would suppress certain films or prevent their release. We mostly provide support."

Regardless, the industry now has one more large company involved in film production and theater operations.

Moreover, Wanda's actions indicate that the issuance is only a matter of time.

On the other hand, Huayi Brothers' tribute film "The Message" was also released at the same time, but it just so happened to coincide with another peak in popularity for Chen Kaige's "Mei Lanfang" - the film will represent mainland China in the competition for next year's Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film.

This marks Chen Kaige's third attempt to win an Oscar, following "Farewell My Concubine" and "The Promise".
The film "Farewell My Concubine" failed to win an Oscar nomination because the director was not familiar with the public relations rules for the Oscar campaign.

Since then, there have been successful cases of "Black Peony" winning awards, so Chen Kaige is very confident in winning awards with "Mei Lanfang".

"It is a great honor for us that 'Mei Lanfang' has been nominated for the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film. We will try our best to maintain a calm attitude, and of course, we must learn from both the success and the failure."

Chen Kaige's words were very clear. The media knew all too well what success and failure represented, and immediately called to interview Wu Chen.

"Of course, congratulations to Director Chen on successfully being nominated and winning the award."

"There should still be hope this year, right?" Chen Hong asked, seeing Chen Kai looking happy as he read the congratulatory report about Wu Chen.

“Not small!”

Chen Kaige is very confident.

If he could win Best Foreign Language Film, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for him to surpass Zhang Yimou?

A comparison of the two over the years will reveal the answer!

With the National Day holiday over, "The Founding of a Republic" has grossed 380 million yuan, just shy of 400 million.

"The Message" grossed 1.5 million, which isn't bad, but given the current trend, 3 million is basically a pipe dream.

Meanwhile, the afternoon sun shone through the glass of the teaching building, and everything seemed peaceful, but the entire campus was already buzzing with excitement.

Just after 1 p.m., a long line snaked and coiled in the open space outside the Beijing Film Academy auditorium.

"I told you I should have come earlier; I shouldn't have been greedy for those ten minutes or so of sleep."

"Who knew so many people would line up so early?"

Several literature students stood at the end of the line, their expressions showing some regret.

"Of course! It's Wu Chen's lecture, and it's about science fiction. You have no idea how enthusiastic those guys from the photography, fine arts, and directing departments are!" The students chattered, with some occasionally standing on tiptoe to peek ahead, hoping the line would move forward faster.

Jing Tian, ​​Zheng Shuang, Kan Qingzi, and other students from the 07 class of the Performing Arts Department arrived late. When they saw the huge crowd, they couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"There are so many people," Jing Tian sighed softly.

Zheng Shuang remained calm: "Forget it, we don't need to fight for the front row, it's not like we're casting."

The group couldn't help but laugh.

The arrival of Jing Tian and others added a lot to the team; among the 2007 class, there were only a handful of truly outstanding individuals.

Not far away, a small group of earnest-looking young people were gathered next to the teacher checking student IDs.

"Teacher, we're from the Central Academy of Drama next door, and we'd also like to attend the lecture!"

"Let just a few of us go in, there aren't many."

The teacher in charge of the inspection gave a wry smile; this wasn't the first time he'd heard such a request.

There are a few people here and a few people there. Soon there will be a lot of people in the auditorium with no seats left, but it's not appropriate to just kick them out.

"Wait here for a bit, we'll let you in after most people have gone in..."

The students from the Central Academy of Drama immediately expressed their gratitude.

A few students from the Beijing Film Academy in the queue heard the commotion and muttered to themselves, "No wonder the queue is so long; it turns out there are other schools here trying to attend the lecture."

In the line, a boy with side-swept bangs and glasses, who looked rather refined, held a thick notebook in his hand and waited expectantly to enter the auditorium, occasionally flipping through the notebook.
His companion glanced at his densely filled notebook and couldn't help but tease, "You're exaggerating! Your senior doesn't have time to answer so many of your questions."

Guo Fan, however, was very serious: "Ask as many questions as you can. If we miss this opportunity, who knows when the next one will come? There are too few directors in China who understand science fiction films and the industrial system, and even fewer who can explain them clearly."

"That's true, but we also have Senior Brother Xiang Zhuo in our department. He's Senior Brother Wu Chen's producer. If all else fails, we can try contacting him."

Upon hearing this, Guo Fan couldn't help but nod in agreement.

That's a good suggestion; he's good at dealing with people.
At this moment, Xiang Zhuo was greeting Wu Chen and Liu Yifei, who were getting out of the car.

"Brother Chen, Senior Sister"

"Why are you back today too?" Wu Chen patted Xiang Zhuo on the shoulder and asked.

"It's all because of you." Xiang Zhuo pouted. "The department head asked me to prepare some content on production management and share it with the department. I thought I'd come and listen to what you have to say."

Wu Chen glanced at Xiang Zhuo suspiciously. He noticed that Xiang Zhuo still had a slight, barely suppressed smile on his lips. He paused for a moment.

"Are you sure you didn't come back to show off?"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Zhuo immediately jumped up.

"Nonsense, Brother Chen, you're slandering me. I'm not that kind of person."

Liu Yifei, standing to the side, gently covered her mouth and chuckled.

She discovered that no matter how old Wu Chen, Xiang Zhuo, Pu Songri, and others were, they all had some adorable little quirks that they couldn't shake.
Wu Chen glanced at Xiang Zhuo indifferently, pointed at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Next time you try to show off, remember to rein in that smirk you can't control first."

Xiang Zhuo touched the corner of his mouth, his face full of helplessness:

"I've never studied acting, so it's normal to have some flaws."

(End of this chapter)