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Chapter 154 Awards Night: The Biggest Winner? (Please Subscribe!)
"Ah Long, I've noticed you've been looking preoccupied lately. Is something wrong?"

In a luxury mansion in Hong Kong, Lin Fengjiao had just returned from a hospital check-up when she saw Chenglong standing on the balcony in a daze for the second time. She subconsciously touched her stomach, then took a coat and quietly went out to drape it over the man's shoulders.

"Ah Jiao!"

Chenglong was still thinking about what Shi Hui had talked to him about that day, and didn't even notice when Lin Fengjiao came up behind him.

It wasn't until a coat was draped over his shoulders that he realized what was happening, and then he turned around to look at his most obedient girlfriend.

Bringing herself back to reality, she asked with concern, "I didn't see you when I came back, Ajiao, where did you go?"

"I'm going to the hospital..." Lin Fengjiao was about to tell the man about her pregnancy when the phone in the study rang, interrupting her.

Chenglong didn't listen to what Lin Fengjiao was saying anymore and went straight to answer the phone.

Half an hour had passed by the time he finished the call and came out.

"By the way, Ah Jiao, what were you trying to say just now?"

Seeing that Chenglong hadn't even remembered that she had gone to the hospital, and seeing that he was in a hurry and seemed about to leave, Lin Fengjiao swallowed back what she was going to say, and instead asked, "Ah Long, are you going out again?"

"Yes, it was Senior Brother Hong Jingbao who called. He heard that I was taking a break these two days, so he asked me to go out and have a drink with my fellow disciples."

As Chenglong spoke, he went into the dressing room, changed his clothes, and said, "I definitely have to give Senior Brother face. I won't be coming back tonight. Ah Jiao, you should get some rest."

"Hmm...drink less alcohol, and be careful." Lin Fengjiao said, staring at the spirited man, while a fleeting look of disappointment crossed her eyes.

Chenglong, of course, didn't notice, and before he left, he even pinned Lin Fengjiao against the wall and gave her a quick "wall slam."

Unaware that he was pinning her against the wall, Lin Fengjiao instinctively covered her lower abdomen with both hands.

"gone!"

Before long, Chenglong arrived at the private room that Hong Jingbao and his fellow disciples had booked in advance.

After exchanging pleasantries and a few drinks, Chenglong recounted his current 'troubles'.

"That Mr. Chen from mainland China wants to cast you in a movie?"

"Yes."

"And then he said he'd take you to Hollywood?"

"Yes."

"Damn it, why didn't I get to have this kind of good thing?"

Faced with the envy of his fellow disciples, including Hong Jingbao, Chenglong sighed and expressed his concern: "But what about the Freedom Association?"

"This is indeed a problem. The Freedom Society certainly doesn't want you, Ah Long, to film mainland movies, otherwise it will be difficult for your films to enter Taiwan in the future. But that Mr. Chen from the mainland is also not someone to be trifled with. Of course, he probably can't do anything to you right now. The key is that 'Zhong Ying' is currently negotiating. If Hong Kong were to return to China one day, and you refuse Mr. Chen's offer of a film now, if he holds a grudge, it could cause problems later..."

Chenglong downed his drink again and said with a troubled expression, "Yes, that's what I'm worried about. That's why I've been caught in a dilemma these past few days. It's not good to refuse, and it's not good to agree either."

At this point, Chenglong poured himself another glass of wine, then raised it and asked, "Senior Brother, do any of you fellow disciples have any good suggestions?"

"We've never experienced anything like this before, so we don't have any good advice. But Ah Long, have you asked Mr. Zou from Jiahe?"

"Why didn't I ask? My godfather told me not to worry about it, but I've been feeling uneasy lately, like something's about to happen."

Hong Jingbao patted Chenglong on the shoulder and comforted him, "Have you been relieving too much internal heat lately and haven't been getting enough rest?"

"I also think Ah Long, you're being too easily frightened. You're one of the most popular stars in Hong Kong now, and Mr. Chen really wants you to act in a movie, but he doesn't even show up himself. That's not very sincere."

Cheng Long explained, "You've misunderstood. Mr. Chen took his new film to the Berlin International Film Festival this year. He'll come to Hong Kong to promote the film after he returns, and he said he'll visit me then."

"Wow! When did the mainland become so international? In recent years, very few Hong Kong films have been nominated for the three major European films, while mainland films participate frequently."

"Didn't you realize it was Mr. Chen who brought it?"

At this moment, Hong Jingbao thought for a moment and put her arm around Chenglong's shoulder to give him some advice: "I think you might consider cooperating with him. If Mr. Chen's movie can really help you break into Hollywood, losing the Taiwanese market doesn't seem like a big deal."

"Of course, if you want to refuse, I suggest you go out and hide before Mr. Chen comes to Hong Kong. As long as you don't meet him this time, there will still be room for maneuver next time you meet him."

Chenglong nodded seriously: "I'll think about it some more."

"No rush, take your time, there's still time. Come on, let's have a drink first."

"Haha, okay, brothers, bottoms up."

"Done!"

……

While Cheng Long was drinking and complaining to his fellow apprentices Hong Jingbao, an awards ceremony was officially underway at the Berlin Film Palace in West Germany, after speeches by the organizing committee chairman Moritz and the jury chair, renowned American actress Joan Fontaine.

"Tonight, the first award we are presenting belongs to the New Cinema Forum section. The winner of the Best Film award at the New Cinema Forum of the 32nd Berlin International Film Festival is... Congratulations to the Chinese film 'The Broken Jade Gate' and its director Chen Huaikai. Please welcome the winner to the stage to receive the award."

At this moment, Chen Huaikai, sitting in the audience, didn't quite understand what the old man on stage was saying, because his English wasn't very good. However, he managed to understand that the foreigner was pronouncing his name in a very non-standard accent.

So, he asked uncertainly, "What happened? Did I win an award?"

"That's right, Director Huai Kai, your film 'The Broken Jade Gate' won an award. It won Best Film at the New Film Forum. Congratulations!"

"Congratulations, congratulations! Then, Director Chen, could you please come up on stage with me and act as my translator? My English isn't good enough to communicate."

Just as Chen Fusheng accompanied Chen Huaikai onto the stage to accept the award, Lin Qiuping asked Gong Xue, "Sister Xue, what kind of award is this Best Film at the New Film Forum?" "I don't know either, you can ask Sister Ling."

Lingzi, who was sitting next to them, also heard their conversation and shook her head, saying, "I don't know, but who cares? It's an award, something is better than nothing."

When Lingzi said this, she wasn't sarcastic at all.

Not long after, Chen Huaikai returned from receiving his award, and Chen Fusheng also returned to his seat. As they passed the trophy around, the next award was announced.

After awarding prizes in five or six smaller categories, the main competition finally began.

At this point, Chen Fusheng's heart rate also began to increase.

Because every time an award is announced, his film's name will likely be read out.

"The winner of the Silver Bear for Best Actress at this film festival is..."

Gong Xue held her breath.

The anticipation in his eyes was undoubtedly stronger than it had been at the Cannes Film Festival awards ceremony last year.

She believes that her acting in "The Devotion of Suspect X" and her character portrayal are more likely to win an award than her role as Su Manqing in "Andhadhun".

Unfortunately, the name announced on stage was Katrin Sass, and the film for which she won the award was "A Year's Guarantee".

Best Actress is followed immediately by Best Actor.

This year's Berlin International Film Festival actually produced a double winner.

To be honest, this situation is not common.

However, Zhang Guorong was not among the double-yolk eggs.

"Are you okay?"

Chen Fusheng noticed that Zhang Guorong seemed a little downcast, so he patted him on the shoulder.

"It's okay. Although it's a bit of a pity not to win an award, this pity seems to have ignited a fire in my heart, which inspires me to win a Best Actor award in the future!"

"Haha, then I look forward to the day you win Best Actor."

Seeing that Chen Fusheng was still comforting others, Lingzi reminded him, "Little Chen, your Best Director award is coming up soon."

“I know, but it’s okay, one of the awards later on will belong to my film.”

Of course, despite saying that, he was still a little nervous and expectant when the Best Director award was actually announced.

"The Silver Bear for Best Director this year goes to... Mario Monicelli for *The Marquis Grillo*. Congratulations!"

Call ~
Upon hearing that he hadn't won the award, Chen Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief.

I feel a little disappointed, but mostly I'm looking forward to it.

"Next, we will announce the Silver Bear Award from the Jury of this year's film festival... Congratulations to 'The Desire of Veronica Fosse' and congratulations to director Werner Fassbin to come up and accept the award."

Hearing that it still wasn't him, Chen Fusheng let out another long sigh.

Soon after director Fass Robin finished his acceptance speech, the organizing committee chairman, Moritz, walked onto the stage.

Taking the microphone from the host, he said, "I will be the one to announce the last prize of the night..."

what?
The last award?

Why is this the last award?
Chen Fusheng's mind went blank for a moment; he clearly remembered that there was still a Silver Bear award for Best Screenplay that hadn't been given out yet.

Wait a minute, if that's the case, then wouldn't my movie be...?

He suddenly looked up and met Moritz's gaze, which was also directed at him from the stage.

At the same time, the microphone was already 'speaking' at his lips:
"The winner of the Golden Bear for Best Film at this year's film festival is... the Chinese film 'The Devotion of Suspect X,' directed by Chen Fusheng!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us give Mr. Chen the warmest applause tonight as he comes to the stage to receive his award."

Wow!
Wow!
"Mr. Chen!"

"Mr. Chen!"

"..."

Gong Xue, the only one who had gone out with Chen Fusheng twice, felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over her as she listened to everyone's voices.

That was the awards night at the Cannes Film Festival last May.

She remembered that when Chen Fusheng finished his acceptance speech on stage, the audience below the stage were just as enthusiastic, chanting "Mr. Chen" in unison.

I never imagined that the scene from back then would be transferred to tonight's awards ceremony!

Shocked, excited, and a little proud...

At the same time, Chen Fusheng had just come back to his senses from the blankness in his mind.

He shook hands with Lingzi and the others, who were equally excited, then straightened his clothes slightly and strode towards the stage...

(End of this chapter)