Who says Beijing Film Academy has no great directors? (2002)

I didn't expect Zhang Ziyi to be so bold; she showed up at my door right after dinner.

I don't know where she got my room number. Luckily, I didn't share a room with Zhang Jianya, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to explain it.

Chen Yan was stunned the moment he pushed open the door.

"Is there something you need?"

Zhang Ziyi's clothes were very revealing, but also extremely inappropriate, as if she were about to meet a complete stranger, a director she had only met twice.

It seems more like it came from a recommended pillow.

Zhang Ziyi smiled and said, "Director Chen, it's a bit cold here in France. Would it be convenient for me to come in and talk to you?"

After she finished speaking, she pointed to Chen Yan's room.

Chen Yan had countless questions in his mind: Why are you dressed like this when it's cold?

Chen Yan frowned. If he remembered correctly, Zhang Ziyi was secretly dating her boyfriend in 03.

"It's too late and not very convenient. Miss Zhang, please say what you have to say here. Since it's cold in France, you should wear more layers when you go out, lest you catch a cold at the opening ceremony."

Chen Yan's refusal was clear and quite disrespectful.

Zhang Ziyi was immediately embarrassed and could only hurriedly ask for Chen Yan's phone number before leaving.

Chen Yan didn't give himself a personal number either. There were too many people contacting him recently, so he got another card and gave his work number to people who weren't important.

Not long after Chen Yan closed the door, Zhang Jianya from next door sat back down in his original seat.

The soundproofing in the French hotel wasn't very good, so Zhang Jianya heard Zhang Ziyi knocking on the door.

He was also very curious about how this young and talented director would choose when faced with such a temptation.

Seeing him hastily dismiss Zhang Ziyi, Zhang Jianya couldn't help but laugh out loud while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Old Tian, ​​you've really taken on a good student."

The next day at breakfast, Zhang Jianya even made a couple of teasing remarks.

Ask Chen Yan if he slept well last night.

Chen Yan's face darkened immediately. If Zhang Ziyi hadn't pulled this stunt yesterday, he would have slept very well.

"I'm a bit sensitive to sleeping in unfamiliar beds, so my sleep quality is a bit worse when I'm on business trips." Chen Yan took a bite of a baguette with butter, then sighed. There are just so many inconveniences when you're traveling.

For breakfast, a few meat buns, a fried dough stick, and a cup of soy milk would be more comforting.

Zhang Jianya ate a few bites of bread and then put it down; he also couldn't get used to this foreign food.

So he said directly, "Wait a minute, we can go see the venue in advance. Some good spots need to be booked well in advance, but that's okay. After all the awards are announced, the film companies will come to you and offer higher prices."

"it is good."

Chen Yan glanced at Zhang Jianya, still feeling grateful to Tian Zhuangzhuang. This time, it was Old Tian who was worried that he was not familiar with the surrounding environment, so he took the initiative to ask Zhang Jianya to come with him to take a look, so that he could lend a hand if anything happened.

So that on the first try, you won't be like a headless fly, bumping around aimlessly.

On May 9th, Chen Yanfang had already set up the booth posters and was playing the trailer for "Love" on a loop at the booth.

It actually attracted a few film distributors to come and watch the film.

Although their offer wasn't high, Chen Yan left his contact information, indicating that they might raise their price once the awards were announced.

After hearing this, several film distributors looked at Chen Yan with new respect. He was very confident that his film could win awards, which is why he chose to sell the film after the Cannes Film Festival.

If the chances of winning an award are slim, they are usually sold before the awards ceremony to avoid the price being reduced after the ceremony.

Zhang Jianya didn't actually watch Chen Yan the whole time, only occasionally giving him pointers. He was amazed by Chen Yan's strong grasp of the overall situation, which was completely unlike that of a 19-year-old boy.

Chen Yan was very shrewd and cunning, handling the film producers who were as clever as monkeys with their hair on their hands. Moreover, his fluent English earned him the respect of the film producers.

Some of them even have accents when they speak English, and foreigners are known for admiring strength; only if you are strong will they not look down on you.

Before the opening ceremony, Chen Yan put on a suit, and Qin Yi kept praising him, asking him why he didn't study acting back then, saying his physique was too good.

Chen Yan was embarrassed, while You Panchang and Zhang Jianya just watched the fun from the sidelines.

On May 14, the film festival officially opened. Chen Yan was in a relatively early position to attend, but since the big names were all closing the show, it was naturally not his turn.

He also met director Sant, the biggest winner of this year's Cannes Film Festival in his previous life. If it weren't for his unexpected appearance, the Best Picture and Best Director awards would have gone to him.

That film, "Elephant," was indeed very well made.

But this time, all Chen Yan could do was apologize to him.

Chen Yan firmly believes that "Love" will win an award. If a film like this can't win a major award, then it can only mean that Cannes, France, is utterly corrupt and no longer deserves to be called a temple of art.

"Chen Yan!"

Chen Yan heard someone calling him, so he turned around to look.

Then I saw Director Jiang Wen walk over in a very unrestrained manner and put his arm around me.

"I have high hopes for you! That film was really well made!"

Chen Yan felt a little awkward. Was Director Jiang Wen always this outgoing? If he remembered correctly, this seemed to be the first time the two of them had met.

Chen Yan could only smile and reply, "Thank you, Director Jiang Wen."

Jiang Wen pulled Chen Yan to a corner and said, "I knew you were a tough guy, brother. You directly confronted that bastard Lu Chuan online back then, which was a way of speaking up for me. I appreciate that."

Chen Yan then understood why Jiang Wen took an instant liking to him.

It turns out that when "Heartbreak" was causing a stir online, Lu Chuan had also made a couple of comments, and Lu Chuan retorted at the time.

"Sigh, I just can't stand him." Chen Yan's eyes showed no attempt to hide his disdain.

What kind of nonsense is this? Plagiarism is one thing, but to also lick the boots of Japan is another. You were being lenient with what you said back then.

Jiang Wen, quick to speak his mind, said, "Hey! Just because of what you said, we should have a couple of drinks sometime. Let me tell you, I didn't let him get away with it when we were filming 'Looking for a Gun.' I'll give you a good talking-to about how I tormented that bastard on set!"

Chen Yan also laughed and said, "Okay."

There was nothing he could do but agree; Jiang Wen was practically ready to swear brotherhood with him right there in Cannes.

After exchanging phone numbers and agreeing to drink in Beijing, Jiang Wen quickly slipped away, saying that he had come out specifically to find him and had to go support these foreign goods soon.

He even winked at himself twice, hinting that Chen Yan would make some progress.

"Go quickly." Chen Yan shook his head. There was really no way around it; this person was just too enthusiastic.

The Cannes awards ceremony was very lively and grand, with prominent figures coming and going, each whispering among themselves.

Chen Yan walked back to his seat. He had basically been a special addition this time, and he didn't have any international achievements, so Cannes didn't give him a good, central position.

Lou Ye, who acted all high and mighty, was positioned slightly off-center.

He even made a point of greeting Chen Yan, who responded with a nonchalant reply.

Lou Ye turned around and muttered under his breath, "Any Tom, Dick, or Harry can make movies these days."

Hearing the voice, Zhang Ziyi turned around and asked, "Director Lou, what did you say?"

"It's nothing."