Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 528 is all the truth, and a chill ran down my spine.

The way "Ex Machina" did it has had a great promotional effect, not to mention that it has been the subject of much discussion within the industry and among netizens on Weibo.

"Have you found the female lead yet?"

Inside Starry Sky Pictures, Wu Chen smiled as he watched the two of them, placing tea leaves into a gaiwan. As hot water was poured in, steam rose and swirled into a cloud.

"I'll do it, I'll do it," Lu Yang said, taking over the task.

Guo Fan shook his head: "It just feels like something's missing, it lacks that unique robot quality."

“The role of Ava requires someone with distinctive features, someone who can be remembered at a glance, which is indeed difficult to find,” Wu Chen nodded slightly.

He did have a slightly suitable option in mind, but that person had already been recruited by Zhang Yimou and sent for training, so it was hard to say whether he could borrow him.

However, since the casting decision has been given to Guo Fan, he will only offer suggestions and let Guo Fan take on the main role.

The two took their leave.

The door closed, and the room fell silent, save for the gurgling sound of the thermos flask.

Wu Chen turned on his computer, and the homepage displayed a countdown to the 82nd Academy Awards, with prediction articles from domestic media appearing one after another:
[Avatar vs. The Hurt Locker: A Clash of Technology and Reality!]

[Best Picture Nominees: Will "The Martian" be a dark horse or just another runner-up?]

On Weibo, trending terms such as "1939", "Oscars", and "Ex Machina heroine" are rising in popularity.

With less than a week to go before the 82nd Academy Awards, global media attention is soaring.

Wu Chen casually dialed a number for Jiang Wen.

This guy hasn't decided yet whether or not to participate in this year's Oscars with him.

"Hello," came Jiang Wen on the other end, with the low-frequency hum of an editing machine in the background.

"Are you going or not?" Wu Chen asked.

"Forget it, I'm not going." Jiang Wen's voice was decisive. "I'm not nominated, so there's no point in going. I have to keep an eye on post-production. Let me tell you, I'm sure I'll give you a shock this time."

"real or fake?"

"Don't you believe me? This time I'm going to make money with my head held high." Jiang Wen immediately became indignant upon hearing Wu Chen's suspicious tone.

Wu Chen chuckled: "Okay, by the way, how did Liang Jiahui use it?"

"You know what, he's really good. His acting is top-notch, and he portrayed the villain Huang Silang really well. Plus, he's cheap. The only downside is that he's not as famous as Chow Yun-fat."

"But we still have you, aren't you famous enough?"

Upon hearing Wu Chen's words, Jiang Wen seemed to become quite pleased with himself, chuckling, "Hehe, I must say, you understand me."

On the other side, Zhou Yun couldn't help but shake her head with a smile upon seeing this: "Director Wu really knows how to talk. It feels like that's how he tricked Yifei into his hands!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? He's just stating the truth!"

Jiang Wen was displeased and responded with a grumble.

In March, the sky over the capital was gloomy, and the wind still carried the chill of late winter.

Liu Yifei has had a rather busy time lately.
Occasionally, I would travel to and from the set of "Love is Not Blind" and also have to handle matters related to "Inception".

The global promotion for this movie, which will be released in July, is almost here. Liu Yifei still needs to cooperate with the crew on some material shooting and subsequent schedule arrangements.

At this moment, Wu Chen needs to go to Hollywood first to attend the 82nd Academy Awards.

On the airport expressway, the streetlights receded one after another. As the car turned into the Capital Airport parking lot, Liu Yifei turned off the engine.

Just as Wu Chen was thinking of getting out of the car, he saw Liu Yifei turn her head, her eyes sparkling, and point to her right cheek.

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Wu Chen was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, and the tacit understanding in their eyes lit up instantly.

He leaned over, passing right past her side, making her red lips look especially alluring.
After a long while, they finally parted. Liu Yifei's eyes still held a smile as she waved her hand gently: "You've passed. Go board the plane now."

Wu Chen raised an eyebrow: "It feels like your gesture is like you're trying to get rid of me now that you're no longer useful."

"Yes, that's right." Liu Yifei laughed even harder, her eyes narrowed, and her voice was sweet and charming, "Now that we've kissed, you're useless."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stuck out her tongue slightly, and a smile spread across her face.

The news of Wu Chen's arrival in Hollywood has been known to various parties both domestically and internationally.

Compared to the enthusiastic reception in China in previous years, although "The Martian" received many nominations this year, its competitiveness was naturally lacking, and the atmosphere of tension was somewhat diminished.

Many media outlets, including Princess Six, showed exceptional respect, and all the expected guests arrived. Wu Chen also received a domestic interview on the day of the red carpet event.

However, compared to the Oscars, Interstellar was something he cared about much more.

David Lyndon also called quickly.

"Let's go to Industrial Light & Magic after the Oscars, and then we'll do the casting."

"Row!"

On the evening of March 7th, local time in Los Angeles, the air was still slightly cool.

Barriers were erected on both sides of Hollywood Boulevard, and a large number of movie fans crowded outside the cordon, waving glow sticks and posters.

In front of the Kodak Theatre, a red carpet had been laid out, stretching all the way to the main entrance steps, with camera lights shining brightly in the twilight.

The 82nd Academy Awards.

At the other end of the red carpet, the waiting area was bustling with noise.

Familiar faces appeared one by one.

Martin Scorsese, James Cameron, Quentin Tarantino, and the Coen brothers.
However, compared to these big-name directors, the actresses were more popular with the audience on the red carpet.

Sandra Bullock, Kate Winslet, Penelope Cruz, Jennifer Lopez, Demi Moore.
Each woman, with her ample bosom and plump hips, swayed gracefully beneath her formal dresses, while shouts rang out loudly from both sides.

Wu Chen and the crew had just arrived when they slightly raised their hands and nodded to the audience. Before they could even take a second look, they were stopped by the domestic media.

"Director Wu! Look this way!"

"Director Wu, are you confident about tonight's outcome?"

"Say something to the Chinese audience!"

The microphone and shutter were simultaneously presented to my eyes.

"Good morning, everyone." Facing the camera, Wu Chen smiled lightly. "I'm still confident. I'll try to get as many as I can, but don't be too disappointed if I don't."

In the domestic live broadcast room, the guests and hosts laughed when they heard this.

"It seems that Director Wu probably lacks confidence in winning Best Picture."

"It's too much to ask of 'The Martian' to have ten films vying for attention this year, especially with other films of the same genre appearing at the same time. It's tough."

"Tonight should be the battle between Avatar and The Hurt Locker."

Meanwhile, on the other side, in the film crew of "Love is Not Blind," Liu Yifei and Bao Jingjing were huddled together in a room watching a live broadcast.

Bao Jingjing has very sharp eyes.

"Senior Sister Yifei, I felt something was off about Senior Brother Wu Chen's eyes just now."

"is it?"

"Yes, I've always had excellent eyesight since I was a child."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing across them.

As Wu Chen walked back onto the red carpet after finishing an interview in China, she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
(End of this chapter)