Huayu: The Big Players Behind the Scenes

China Film Building

Han Sanping sat behind his large desk, frowning as he looked at the documents in his hands.

"A freshman from the 01 class of Beijing Film Academy, writing and directing his own film?"

"Xiao Chen, how much do you know about this Zhuang Huai'an?" Han Sanping took off his glasses and looked at his secretary.

Seemingly anticipating the boss's question, Xiao Chen calmly replied, "According to information from the Beijing Film Academy, Zhuang Huai'an's college entrance examination scores were not ideal, but his father invested in a film by a fourth-generation director, and following this connection, Zhuang Huai'an was specially admitted to the directing department."

Last September, he asked Professor Wang Hongwei if he could make a script. Professor Wang did not refuse him, but suggested that he make a short film first to practice. Then came a short film called "The Tuner".

Xiao Chen recounted Zhuang Huai'an's experiences over the past six months as if he were personally present at the scene.

"Tsk, at 18 years old, two films, one short and one feature, going to Cannes?"

A glint of shrewdness flashed in Han Sanping's eyes. "Could it be that Beijing Film Academy is trying to create a god?"

"That's highly unlikely."

Xiao Chen analyzed rationally: "Although both of his films were made entirely by the Beijing Film Academy crew, it's said that Wang Zhiwen highly praised Zhuang Huai'an after returning from Northeast China, so..."

Han Sanping nodded. If it were Wang Zhiwen, given his arrogant nature, he would never flatter a young boy.

That means this person is truly a genius.

"How's the film? Is there an analysis report?" Han Sanping asked, getting to the heart of the matter.

Xiao Chen shook his head. "Only the professors from Beijing Film Academy and Shen He have seen these two films, but Grandpa Xie applauded them."

hiss…

Han Sanping suddenly stood up. If this person applauded, the significance would be quite different.

"Closely monitor the list announced by Cannes and report back as soon as there is any news."

"clear."

...

Ignoring the outside noise,

Zhuang Huai'an lived a carefree and relaxed life, just like any other college student. He attended classes, ate meals, and slept with the three heroes from the vocational high school class, and occasionally went out to eat with them.

But secrets don't stay hidden forever. With the huge commotion he made the first two times, coupled with the praise from his senior classmates, Zhuang Huai'an is now a rising star at the Beijing Film Academy.

Those who study art are inherently pursuing fame and fortune. Even Maggie Cheung herself said that she entered the industry out of vanity.

In the cafeteria, Bian Xiaoxiao's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at the three brothers from room 404 not far away. She took a deep breath, revealed a sweet smile, and walked over.

"Hello, Zhuang."

Zhuang Huai'an, who was struggling with his chicken leg, looked in the direction of the sound and, lo and behold, it was the female lead of the Backstabbing Cult!

One can't hit a smiling face, especially in front of everyone, so he couldn't just ignore them. He could only ask, "Hello, classmate, what's up?"

Bian Xiaoxiao bowed slightly, her arms deliberately compressing a certain soft spot, and said softly, "I'm Bian Xiaoxiao from the 01 acting class. May I be your friend?"

"Sure, is there anything else?" Zhuang Huai'an asked in a calm tone.

"Could I leave my phone number?"

Bian Xiaoxiao bit her lip lightly, her eyes glistening with tears, "I heard you've already started making movies. Do you think I'll have a chance to learn from you?"

it is good!

Zhuang Huai'an mentally gave her a thumbs up. If you hadn't said that last sentence, he really wouldn't have known how to refuse.

Wang Zhiyong gave Wolong a wink, and immediately took out his phone, adopting a businesslike demeanor: "Hello, Bian, I'm Director Zhuang's casting director. Please give me your phone number, and I'll contact you if there's a suitable role."

what?

Bian Xiaoxiao was a little dumbfounded. Just as she was thinking of other reasons, she inadvertently saw Zhuang Huai'an staring at her with cold eyes, as if to say, "Stop with your little tricks."

It was lunchtime, and the cafeteria was bustling with people. Many people glanced in this direction, whether intentionally or unintentionally. Bian Xiaoxiao could only give out the number and turn to leave, but her back view revealed a sense of embarrassment.

The two, Zhuge Liang and Feng Chu, exchanged a glance and raised two internationally recognized hand gestures at him.

"Tell me, how many is this?" Sun Hao asked.

"The 91st, the 6th today," Wang Zhiyong replied.

"Wow, awesome," Sun Hao said with envy, his eyes practically glowing green. "If a girl were to pursue me, I'd be willing to drive a luxury car and live in a mansion."

Wang Zhiyong spat at him, "Good heavens, you rat, you want both!"

Zhuang Huai'an suppressed a laugh. Who would have thought that a few years later, Sun Hao's dream would actually come true?

The son-in-law of the feed tycoon, tsk tsk.

After the little incident, the three of them prepared to go back to their dorm to rest for a while.

Along the way, students who occasionally recognized Zhuang Huai'an would come up and greet him.

Reality isn't a novel; there aren't that many clowns. Anyone with eyes can see that someone who can independently make a film as a freshman, regardless of their skill level, must have a powerful background.

Didn't you see that even senior directing students have to beg and plead to make a graduation project?

Even if we don't become friends with them, it's good to at least establish a positive relationship.

Art students are really sharp.

"Hey, look." Sun Hao stopped and pointed to the banner hanging in front of the performing arts building. "They're still holding the entrance exams for arts students."

"Is today the last day? Why are there still so many people?" Wang Zhiyong looked at the gathered crowd.

Level 02?

Zhuang Huai'an's heart stirred. He glanced around and saw that the young men and women taking the art exams were all without makeup and full of energy.

Many of them were people I knew well.

But the most conspicuous one was not seen.

"Without realizing it, we've become senior students too," Wolong and Fengchu remarked with emotion. The three of them then bypassed the crowd and continued walking forward.

"Damn it, enough nagging, I've lost my exam admission ticket."

Upon hearing the familiar Hakka dialect, Zhuang Huai'an paused and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw two people squatting in front of a small flower bed, one of whom was anxiously searching his clothes.

"I definitely brought it with me when I left home." Luo Jin was starting to panic. If he lost his exam admission ticket, his trip would have been for nothing.

Seeing this, his companion quickly checked his own documents and breathed a sigh of relief after finding them complete. He said, "Could you have left them at the hotel? Why don't you go back and look for them?"

"But I live in Langfang, and by the time I get there and back, it will be dark." Luo Jin looked dejected. This was his first time in the capital, and he had deliberately asked his parents not to accompany him in order to prove to them that he could take care of himself.

"Then you're in trouble." His companion said with some sympathy, "Our training class teacher specifically told us that it's an unspoken rule at the Beijing Film Academy that losing your admission ticket is equivalent to abandoning the exam."

When Luo Jin heard this, he felt like the sky had fallen. He had been so focused on getting into the Beijing Film Academy that he hadn't even applied to the Central Academy of Drama or the Shanghai Theatre Academy.

That poor kid.

Zhuang Huai'an shook his head, intending to step forward and help this fellow villager, and called out, "Hey, cousin."

"Did you lose your exam admission ticket?"

"It's not lost, it's gone."

"If it's missing, it's lost."

Seeing Luo Jin looking down and almost crying, Zhuang Huai'an patted his shoulder and said, "Fo Lou Mi."

Although he didn't understand what this tall and handsome senior meant, Luo Jin subconsciously regarded him as a lifeline and obediently followed him.