Huayu09: Starting with Hijacking Xiao Shenyang

The screening of "Black Coal, Thin Ice" has ended.

The audience stood up and applauded, their faces filled with shock.

The use of long takes preserves a realistic sense of space and time, allowing for a continuity in emotions such as tension and oppression.

Typical art film shooting techniques.

But it's not about showing off skills; it's a more sophisticated form of expression.

The film is extremely information-dense, with a smooth narrative and numerous plot twists.

Is this a film made by an 18-year-old new director?

Oh my god!

"Clap clap clap!"

The applause lasted for nearly 10 minutes.

Audiences expressed their approval of "Black Coal, Thin Ice".

"Phew..." Liu Yifei breathed a sigh of relief and said shyly, "You're right, they are indeed more professional than me."

Chen Mo's heart, which had been pounding, returned to its normal state.

Did you bring your laptop?

"You brought it? Why?"

"Let me borrow it tonight, I need to get something done."

"oh."

The creative team took to the stage to express their gratitude and share some behind-the-scenes stories.

Chen Mo gave the center position to Zhao Benshan.

Chinese people value respecting teachers and valuing their teachings, and this was compounded by the eager expression on the old teacher's face.

It's not right to pretend I didn't see it.

As expected, Lao Zhao activated his passive skill as the king of jokes, making the audience laugh non-stop.

They were still reviewing the performance when they were preparing for the next screening.

"If the translation had been better, the stage effects this time would have been no worse than the Spring Festival Gala. These silly foreigners have such low standards for humor."

"Master, you're acting all innocent after getting a good deal. You're really asking for a beating."

"You brat, you're just waiting to go home!"

Zhao Benshan gritted his teeth and threatened.

After praising his old mentor, Chen Mo quickly put on his yo-yo.

This caused all the senior brothers to burst into laughter.

But after being glared at, he immediately turned his head away, his body twitching, clearly in great discomfort.

After the second screening, film distributors came to us.

The initial offer was $35.

Chen Mo shook his head and refused.

Jiang Wen also suggested waiting a bit longer. The movie was receiving a great response and might even win an award. If they negotiated the price then, it wouldn't be a matter of just a few dollars.

Producer Zhao Benshan fully agrees.

While everyone else was thinking of waiting for the best price, Chen Mo had other plans.

May 24, French time.

On the day of the awards ceremony.

The program's ratings were as follows: "The Prophet" topped the list with a score of 3.4, followed by "The White Ribbon" with 3.3, "Inglourious Basterds" with 3.1, and "Black Coal, Thin Ice" with 3.0.

It ranked 4th among the participating films.

The result is very good; the maximum score here is only 4 points.

Despite outperforming the highly anticipated "Antichrist" in the first half, this film was deemed too violent and gory, filled with numerous scenes of sexual abuse, and even crossed the line into misogyny, earning it a mere 1.5 points.

There is much speculation about who will win the various awards at this year's Cannes Film Festival.

Domestic media outlets have high hopes for "Black Coal, Thin Ice".

If I were really lucky and won an award...

How swollen must Mr. Zhang's face be?

Unaffected by the outside world, Chen Mo diligently typed in his room.

For the past two weeks, he has been busy attending events during the day and writing scripts at night, keeping himself extremely busy.

Why torture yourself like this?

Of course, I need to give my old teacher an explanation.

Nobody's money comes from thin air.

Chen Mo's scheme was indeed a bit too audacious.

"Da da da!"

After typing the last line, I let out a long breath.

"Finished writing?"

Liu Yifei asked softly.

Ever since she learned that Chen Mo borrowed the computer to write a script, she couldn't suppress her surprise and curiosity.

Even when her aunt asked her to call home to participate in an activity while she was shopping, she made up excuses to avoid it.

I just want to stay next to Chen Mo and see how he creates scripts.

It's okay if you don't watch it.

At this moment, I am utterly astonished!

"Hmm, finally finished writing. How does it feel?"

Chen Mo asked for opinions.

"Chen Mo, you're a genius! And... is this how US dollars are made? How do you know so much detail? Will this document even pass censorship? What will the Federal Reserve do if they find out?"

Liu Yifei asked a barrage of questions, her tone filled with shock, admiration, and a hint of worry.

"It's alright, the US dollar bills have been updated and redesigned in the past few years. I used the old version." After Chen Mo finished speaking, he took out a drawn counterfeit US dollar bill from a stack of draft papers. "Take a look, it doesn't look very similar."

No one will cause trouble if the items are fake.

but.

The moment Liu Yifei received the US dollars.

His eyes widened in shock.

This…

This... this...

Exactly the same!

"Um... I used to study painting, and my skills are pretty good."

It's more than just "can".

Drawing level: Bounty level!

"How can you do everything? You can write scripts, direct movies, compose songs, and even act in skits. How are ordinary people like us supposed to survive?"

Liu Yifei's shoulders slumped and her back bent.

Comparing yourself to others will only lead to ruin, and comparing goods will only make you want to throw them away.

The ancients never lied to me.

"It's only so-so, is there any tea left?"

Chen Mo's Versailles look is truly Versailles-like.

"I'll go pour it for you."

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes.

Recently, Chen Mo has been focusing all her energy on her creative work, and she has taken on the role of a concubine... no, a big sister who takes care of her younger brother.

My roommate, Teacher Ma, was very pleased with the outcome.

"This script can't be filmed in mainland China, right?"

"Yes, we're going to film in Hong Kong."

Have the male and female leads been chosen yet?

"We have one male lead, but not yet a female lead. As for supporting roles, the Zhao family troupe has them all ready."

"Oh... well..."

Liu Yifei hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.

"The female lead is not suitable for you. One reason is your age, and the other is that the screen quality is not right. You are the fairy in the hearts of your fans, and you can't portray the feeling of humility."

Chen Mo's answer was very professional.

"I didn't want to play the female lead."

Liu Yifei pouted and offered a defense.

Who isn't a proud and aloof fairy?

"You look down on the notebooks I write?"

Chen Mo asked with a wicked smile.

"No, no, oh dear, you're...bad."

"Snapped!"

Liu Yifei lightly bit her red lips and gave someone a flick on the forehead.

You started it!

The two then started playfully fighting.

"Ouch, Chen Mo, you're stepping on my hair!"

"Ring ring ring!"

The film festival organizers called, insisting that Chen Mo attend the awards ceremony that evening.

"Black Coal, Thin Ice" should have won an award.

Chen Mo said with a smile.

The fairy-like woman, pinned beneath him, repeatedly patted the bed with her slender, white hands.

Big bad guy.

I admit defeat and beg for mercy.

"Get down first, you're crushing me! Is that the organizer's call?"

Liu Yifei asked breathlessly.

"Yes, I need to inform Master and Uncle Wen."

I've been hanging out with Quentin Jiang these past few days and learned quite a bit about the unspoken rules of the Cannes Film Festival.

Receiving a call from the organizer on the day of the awards ceremony means you're eligible to win an award.

Even the smallest fly leg is still meat.

Chen Mo was quite excited. He picked Liu Yifei up from the bed and then went to inform his eagerly awaiting mentor.

"Congratulations! You've really made a name for yourself."

Liu Yifei watched the disappearing figure, a bright smile spreading across her face.

"Hey, Chen Mo, you're such a bad guy."

The girl quickly straightened her disheveled collar.

Her face was flushed, and her head was lowered.

……

……

Zhao Benshan, Liao Fan, Yu Nan, and others all came back after returning to China.

Upon learning that Chen Mo had received an official call, they could not hide their excitement.

Especially my old mentor.

An 18-year-old Cannes Film Festival award-winning director.

It will be difficult to keep a low profile from now on.

That guy.

Shine my shoes!

The Lumière Hall was packed.

The cast and crew of "Black Coal, Thin Ice" sat next to those of "Spring Fever," in the middle of the fourth row. Ma Lijuan, Liu Yifei, and their entourage could only sit in the back seats.

"Director Lou, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Zhao Benshan took the initiative to exchange pleasantries, after all, they were both Chinese.

however.

Lou Ye simply nodded, not even bothering to say a polite word.

Don't let your disdain be too obvious on your face.

In his mind, film is art, and he disdains associating with a bunch of rustic folks who come from the world of Errenzhuan (a traditional folk art form).

What's the deal with this year's judges?

They put all sorts of people in there!

High art has been tainted by vulgarity.

Alas... how tragic and lamentable.

Zhao Benshan awkwardly withdrew his hand.

His inherent good manners told him that there was no need to make things unpleasant over trivial matters.