Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 617 He's probably genuinely happy for me! Aigoo!

The backstage area of ​​the Kodak Theatre, the crowded passageway leading to the official party, the "Governor's Dinner," has become a microcosm of a mobile world of fame and fortune.

The air was filled with the smell of expensive champagne, the boisterous voices of victors, and the polite but distant pleasantries of the losers.

Staff, security personnel, and various celebrities and crew members gathered here.
Wu Chen, Liu Yifei, and others, surrounded by the Paramount team, happened to run into Harvey Weinstein's team.

Harvey's face had returned to that professional, impeccable fake smile, as if the person who had been staring blankly offstage just moments before was not him at all.

"Congratulations, Wu. Your speech tonight was excellent."

He extended his hand, his smile as warm as if he were facing an old friend he had known for many years.

"hehe."

Wu Chen smiled slightly, reached out and gently shook his hand, without saying anything more.

Harvey's gaze passed over Wu Chen and landed on Rebecca Sarkin and other Paramount executives who were rushing over to celebrate their victory. Without hesitation, he released his grip, led his team, and turned to leave.

That figure carried a hint of barely perceptible panic.

"Wu, what did Harvey say to you?"

Rebecca Sarkin stepped forward, looked at the slightly overweight figure in front of her, and casually asked, "He's not exactly a saint in Hollywood; he rarely congratulates the victors."

"It's nothing," Wu Chen said with a playful smile. "They're probably genuinely happy for me."

Upon hearing this, the team members around him couldn't help but speak up.

Liu Yifei chuckled softly and gave him a reproachful look.

“I’m serious,” Wu Chen’s smile widened, “He just congratulated me.”

Who cares if he's a Hawi or not, what does it have to do with him?

If he does it again, he'll expose all of Harvey's secrets.

"Brother Chen, was that fat guy really that awesome?" Park Song-il finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice on the way to the Oscar official engraving table.

“In a sense, it’s actually not bad.” Wu Chen patted him on the shoulder. “Never mind that, let’s get the engraving done, that’s the important thing.”

At the official engraving table, Wu Chen handed his little golden statue to the staff.

Behind him were Keira Knightley and Park Song-il, who were equally excited.

The craftsman wore white gloves and moved with practiced elegance.

He took out a brass nameplate that he had prepared beforehand, aligned it with the groove on the base, and then used a small rivet gun to tap it down crisply and powerfully.

"Wu Chen, Best Director, the 'Black Swan' plaque is firmly anchored to the base of the little golden statue."

Meanwhile, mainland media outlets have already launched another frenzy, with various headlines being updated and pushed out immediately.

"Wu Chen, director of 'Black Swan,' has made history again, becoming the first Asian director to win two Academy Awards for Best Director!"

"The Social Network won Best Picture, Black Swan won Best Director and Best Actress, the battle of the three kings has finally come to a conclusion!"

"With 'The King's Speech' losing out on Best Picture and Best Director, is Weinstein's Iron Throne no longer secure?"

The topics on Weibo kept popping up one after another;
However, Wu Chen has already firmly occupied the top spots with titles such as #BestDirectorWuChen#, #FirstAsianDirector#, and #GodIsNotAsGoodAsMyBrother#.

The comment section was almost flooded with messages, and this wave quickly swept through neighboring countries.

On the South Korean internet, in this country that worships the strong, many movie fans' subservience to Wu Chen is almost ingrained in their genes.

The comments section of Naver News is even more unique.

"Aigoo! This is insane! Absolutely insane! Director Wu Chen has won another award! What are our country's directors doing? Are they still making those rubbish movies about tycoon romances and mother-in-law/daughter-in-law conflicts?!"

"Hey upstairs, keep your voice down! Doesn't Director Bong Joon-ho have any dignity? (doge)"

"Fantastic! Photographer Park Song-il's acceptance speech was so cool! 'God is not as good as my brother'! This is the spirit that a man of our Korean nation should have!"
Although he appears to be Chinese, that doesn't matter! Heilongjiang is very close to South Korea.

Even more extreme, the online versions of mainstream South Korean media have begun to seriously "trace the origins" of Wu Chen, claiming that he may have Korean ancestry.

The report stated: "According to our reporter's research, director Wu Chen's ancestral home is Foshan, Guangdong, China."

According to historical records, the ancient Baekje Dynasty had very frequent trade with southern China, and Foshan was located at a key node on this Maritime Silk Road.

The Baekje Dynasty once had a famous general named Wu Xing, whose descendants most likely migrated to the southern coast of China during the war. The similarity in pronunciation between "Wu Chen" and "Wu Xing," and the artistic talent that director Wu Chen displays—a talent shared with our nation—may not be a coincidence.

The most outrageous thing is that many South Korean netizens actually expressed strong agreement with this news.

Beijing, Beijing Film Academy.

The photography department has already sent people to put up a huge red banner at the most conspicuous gate of the school.

"Warmest congratulations to Wu Chen and Pu Songri, alumni of the Photography Department, Class of 2003, for winning the Best Director and Best Cinematography awards respectively at the 83rd Academy Awards."

At this moment, the Beijing Film Academy is still in the second round of entrance examinations.

Countless young students who came to take the exam looked up at the banner that was particularly dazzling in the morning light, their hearts filled with burning anticipation.

Meanwhile, at the Central Academy of Drama, about ten kilometers away from the Beijing Film Academy, the second round of auditions is also in full swing.

The students waiting for their exams gathered together, and their focus of discussion was surprisingly consistent.

"Oh no, how come I got rejected by the Beijing Film Academy?"

"The competition at Beijing Film Academy is too fierce this year. The Central Academy of Drama is much better; there are far fewer competitors for majors like screenwriting and directing."

"I heard the pressure in the Beijing Film Academy's acting department is even greater now, so everyone wants to try their luck!"

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Many of the teachers responsible for maintaining order listened to the students' discussions, exchanged helpless glances, and saw a bitter smile in each other's eyes.

It's just that the Central Academy of Drama wasn't so lucky to have such a prodigy alumnus who treats the school's honor like his own KPI.

In a villa in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles, night had fallen.

The Oscar buzz is still going strong, and the news is still spreading, but people can't hold out forever.
Liu Yifei, who had just returned, rubbed her slightly sore shoulders;

Just as she was about to turn around and go to the dressing room to change out of her evening gown, her slender waist appeared graceful and elegant against the backdrop of silvery-white feather-like patterns.
The exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio of the back view made Wu Chen a little unable to resist, especially since tonight was such a great night.

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, stopping her from unzipping her zipper.

"what?"

Liu Yifei turned her head, her long hair brushing against his cheek, carrying a faint fragrance.

She looked at Wu Chen with a puzzled expression, only to be met with a pair of burning, intense eyes.

"It looks pretty good, that's all."

Feeling the hands begin to wander, Liu Yifei's cheeks flushed instantly, and she playfully tried to slap his hand away:

"No, you're still wearing your formal attire."

"It's good to wear it, it looks great."

Wu Chen buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath of the scent emanating from her, a blend of perfume and natural fragrance.

"It itches, you bad guy."

Liu Yifei's ears were already slightly red, and her eyes glistened with tears, carrying a hint of shyness and a hint of indulgent charm. She murmured softly:

"What if Chanel wants to take the dress back?"

"Who are you trying to fool?" Wu Chen chuckled, picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom. "When have they ever been so stingy? Recycling? Are they crazy?"

These things are all disposable. Do you think I don't know anything about them?

"If you dare, replace them when their contracts expire."

It must be said that the exquisite curves encased in this dress looked exceptionally alluring under the soft lighting of the bedroom.

The silvery-white gauze fabric, as thin as a cicada's wing, clung tightly to her smooth, jade-like skin, the hand-embroidered sequins rising and falling gently with her breath.
"Shouldn't we celebrate first?"

Liu Yifei's voice was barely audible, but her arms were wrapped around Wu Chen's neck, and her eyes boldly met his gaze.

"Isn't this a celebration?"

Wu Chen leaned down and kissed that delicate petal.

Red lips.
The night outside the window is still dazzling.
(End of this chapter)