Huayu: Serious director, who's eavesdropping on your thoughts?

Despite the bustling traffic around him, passersby ignored him.

Suddenly, he seemed to have caught something big, and began to pull the rod with exaggerated force. In the end, the scene flashed, and he actually caught a leather shoe.

He gracefully took out a knife and fork and began to enjoy the leather shoe.

The entire film has no dialogue, only languid jazz music as background sound.

In the field.

Some foreigners were laughing so hard they were doubled over, nodding as they laughed.

The Chinese audience, however, were completely bewildered and looked at each other in confusion.

"What's so interesting about eating shoes in the bathtub? Are you crazy?"

However, this does not prevent some people from feeling inferior, because they believe that if they cannot understand it, it must be very sophisticated.

After all, this is something from foreigners.

The film has ended.

The student director from the country did not go on stage; he simply stood up from his seat, turned around, and waved to the audience.

Pierre, with that polite yet condescending smile typical of Western gentlemen, addressed Han Sanping:

"Relax, Han, you see, this is the difference between cultures."

I must congratulate you again.

Han Sanping frowned slightly but did not reply.

Pierre continued:

"Americans are obsessed with technology and pursue soulless industrial products, while people from Ouzhou are too frivolous, playing absurd games with children. Only you... yes, only you have shown me true art."

I think we should each make the most of our strengths.

Americans can create dreams—that's their industrial talent; we, the people of Ouzhou, are responsible for thinking and deconstructing—that's the wisdom God has given us.

"And you possess the world's heaviest history; your sole responsibility is to provide the pain, to deliver that most primal, most intense emotional impact. This is the most captivating position your country's films hold on the world cinematic puzzle."

At this point, he smiled and shook his head, offering what appeared to be well-intentioned advice:

"Commercial films, those money-grubbing things, should be left to Hollywood. Just like an elephant shouldn't try to dance like a butterfly, Han, you should not only be serious, but even more serious. That's the kind of East we want to see."

You guys take care of the thinking, and we'll take care of playing the victim?

They're like wolves from Zhongshan, arrogant and rampant once they gain power!

It's just a temporary lead in industry!

My Chinese civilization has a history of five thousand years, and you're talking to me about wisdom now?

When it comes to wisdom, no one in the world can compare to us, the descendants of Yan and Huang.

Han Sanping's face turned ashen, and he clenched his fists.

An unprecedented sense of frustration surged to the top of my head.

Just then.

An elderly professor nearby, perhaps oblivious to the situation and preoccupied with the film, actually joined in with a smile after hearing Pierre's words:

"Mr. Pierre is right. We should indeed delve deeper into local themes and leverage our strengths..."

Han Sanping's gaze was sharp as a knife as he suddenly looked over.

The old professor was startled. What was wrong with President Han's expression? Why did he look so pale?

Did I say something wrong?

He subconsciously looked at Zhang Huijun, only to see the other party glaring at him fiercely.

The atmosphere suddenly turned freezing cold.

Anyone can see that Han Sanping is very angry now.

The host was on stage and could see up close that the atmosphere among the VIPs below was tense, so he didn't dare to say much and quickly began the introductions:

"Next up is Wednesday and Thursday..."

The audience's reaction was lukewarm.

Everyone was so stunned by the two foreign films we just watched that no one had the mind to watch a domestic film that sounded quite artistic.

Han Sanping waved his hand impatiently, signaling to hurry up and get it done.

His mind was filled with Pierre's words, and he was seething with anger.

Does this mean that our great nation of China can only win awards by playing the victim?

Is it really true that our great nation of China cannot produce a commercial film that is both entertaining and respectable for ordinary people?

He casually flipped through a stack of review materials on the table, trying to find something to distract himself and calm his mind.

Just then.

An A4 sheet of paper, which was tucked inside a file, slipped out and floated onto the table.

This was naturally an extra rejection slip that Tian Zhuangzhuang had accidentally slipped in while checking the documents.

Han Sanping glanced at it subconsciously.

Their gazes froze instantly.

[Title: The Tuner]

[Genre: Suspense/Thriller/Dark Humor/Strong Twist]

[Synopsis: A pianist, disillusioned with a competition, pretends to be blind and works odd jobs at various employers' homes. One day, he accidentally stumbles upon a crime scene and must continue playing the blind man under the killer's gaze. This is a silent psychological battle, high-octane from start to finish, pushing the limits of suspense!]

This introduction...

That's interesting.

It could even be said that it is very interesting.

It's completely different from those domestic short films that seem to be printed from the same mold.

Just by looking at a few lines of text, Han Sanping became interested, and a vivid image instantly appeared in his mind.

This is clearly a very standard, high-concept commercial film gimmick!

Isn't this exactly the kind of commercial film that he's been looking for, one that challenges the narrative style of foreign films?

Why wasn't it shown tonight?

Can anyone tell me why?

His gaze then shifted downwards and landed on a line of comments.

[Reviewer's Comments: Overly focused on commercial skills and lacking profound social commentary, this serves as a negative example of unorthodox thinking. Recommendation: Shelving/downgrading.]

absurd!

Han Sanping was taken aback at first, then became furious.

Too commercial?

What we want is business!

Foreigners are practically riding on our necks and pooping on us, and you bunch of old scholars are still complaining that students' films are too commercial?

Why are they still putting him on hold?

This is tantamount to handing a knife to someone else to kill yourself; it's utterly ridiculous!

Just as Han Sanping was about to ask Dean Zhang what was going on,

He heard two women whispering behind him.

"Oh my god, when will this ever end? Weren't those two videos they showed in the middle quite good? Keep showing them, okay? Why are they showing another domestic one now? Look, it's another person walking on the train tracks. When will this ever end?"

Peng Xiaohua yawned as she spoke.

Then came a slightly timid voice, lowering its voice as if afraid of being discovered: "Shh, keep your voice down, don't let the boss hear."

"Let's finish this already, it's so boring, I'd rather go home and sleep," Peng Xiaohua complained.

"I heard from others that there's a movie called 'Andhadhun' that's really good, much better than those two foreign films."

"Then why not let go?"

"I heard it from someone else. They said it was too beautiful and not profound enough, so they rejected it and wouldn't let it be shown."

"Huh? Why? Is it wrong to look good?" Peng Xiaohua's voice rose, filled with surprise.

"Who knows?"

"Hey, what are the movie producers thinking? We ordinary people pay to watch movies just to have fun and enjoy the show, right?"

"yes.."

Han Sanping, who was in the front row, and some professors from the college heard every word he said.

Zhang Huijun felt a little embarrassed, and with an awkward smile, picked up a teacup and took a sip by herself.

Several retired professors from various schools also looked uneasy.

They all thought about it a lot.

What art, what profundity, what primitiveness?

None of these can compare to the most authentic voice of the market.

We filmmakers spend all our time holed up in the office figuring out how to win awards, but we've forgotten the most fundamental point: movies are made for people to watch!

If we can't even meet the most basic viewing needs of our audience, how can we talk about becoming a film powerhouse? How can we talk about competing with Hollywood?

For a time, even the most stubborn old scholars began to reflect.

Han Sanping turned his head.

He glanced at the two girls who were talking.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Xiaoyu and Peng Xiaohua shrank back in fright and quickly shut their mouths.

Han Sanping simply smiled and nodded slightly at them.

At this moment, the host was holding the microphone, ready to deliver the closing remarks.

"Wait a moment."

Han Sanping stood up abruptly, strode onto the stage, and took the microphone from the host.

"Perhaps what I'm saying today is a bit inappropriate, but I feel I have to stand up today because I'm not just representing myself, I want to say a few words on behalf of the Chinese film industry."

Mr. Pierre just told me privately with a smile that we Chinese only know how to narrate suffering, and that commercial films have always been the domain of Hollywood. Here, I want to say that we Chinese films disagree!

I heard that we originally had a film called "The Tuner," but it was removed because it was too commercial.

So since we're here today talking about aligning with international standards, why not release this film that's been criticized for being too commercial?

Let everyone criticize it, let's see what kind of film could scare you all like this?"

He didn't name names directly, but Dean Zhang and the group of senior professors were already sweating profusely.

"I want to watch this! Now! Immediately! Right now! Play The Sound Engineer for me!" Han Sanping gave the order.

Zhang Huijun was about to explain that the film was not prepared.

But he knew Han Sanping's temper too well; this was genuine anger.

He reacted very quickly. If he said at this point that there was no such thing or that it could not be found, it would be a slap in the face to President Han and also to the Beijing Film Academy.

Or rather, it's no longer just about President Han and the Beijing Film Academy; it's now about the face of the entire Chinese film industry.

Dean Zhang immediately arranged for people to find the film.

Soon we received a report that the film was ready, on the backup rack in the screening room, and could be played at any time.

What a coincidence?

Zhang Huijun was puzzled, but he didn't think too much about it. As long as the problem was solved, that was good. He really couldn't afford to suffer President Han's wrath.

"Good, very good! Now that the film is here, where is the person?" Han Sanping, holding the microphone, surveyed the entire room, his voice rising several octaves.

"Who's the director of this film? Where is that student named Zhao Huaiyuan?"

Dean Zhang also realized what was happening and quickly grabbed another microphone to chime in:

"Zhao Huaiyuan! Has Zhao Huaiyuan arrived yet? If so, come up on stage immediately!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone started looking around, searching for the man named Zhao Huaiyuan.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Just when everyone thought the person was not at the scene.

A calm voice came from an inconspicuous corner.

"Yes, I've always been here."

This moment.

From Zhang Huijun, the dean of the Beijing Film Academy, to professors Xie Fei, Zheng Dongtian, Hou Keming, and Tian Zhuangzhuang standing beside him.

The judging panel included Pierre Reiss, the Cannes film selector, and a number of international jury members.

From star alumni such as Xu Jinglei, Huang Lei, and Huang Xiaoming, to industry directors such as Zhang Yimou and Chen Kaige, to producers and investors such as Wang Zhongjun, Zhang Weiping, and Chen Jinfei.

From the audience, a sea of ​​black, were nearly a thousand students from the Central Academy of Drama, the Communication University of China, and various departments of the Beijing Film Academy, as well as foreign students with nonchalant and relaxed expressions.

Of course, there are also Liu Yifei, Zhao Xiaoyu, Peng Xiaohua, Ning Hao, Zhang Jian, Guo Lili, Jiang Yan, Zhu Yawen, Cao Yu, Wang Luodan, and others.

Nearly a thousand eyes were focused on him at the same time.