Huayu: The Big Players Behind the Scenes

[Shocking! A 23-year-old has swept all three major European film festivals!]

[Breaking news! Chinese young director Zhuang Huai'an has won the Best Picture again at the Berlin Film Festival with "The Hearing Girl"!]

The battle for the title of the greatest Chinese-language filmmaker has come to an end, with director Zhuang Huai'an emerging victorious!

[A Grand Slam of Three Gold Awards: A Review of All of Zhuang Huai'an's Works' Ratings and Awards!]

[A screenwriting genius or a directing genius? Let us analyze it for you!]

[A natural award winner! She's garnered awards at major film festivals since her debut!]

When the news of the Sixth Princess reached back to China,

The media went crazy, and the public cheered.

At 19, he won the Golden Lion at Venice; at 20, the Palme d'Or at Cannes; and at 23, the Golden Bear at Berlin—achieving a triple gold medal Grand Slam!

What kind of fantasy novel is this? Even a terrible author wouldn't dare write a plot like this, right?

But when I calmed down and thought about it, I realized it was justified.

The public may only see it as a testament to Zhuang Huai'an's abilities, but those in the know and in the media are well aware that it is inseparable from off-exchange transactions.

Whether it's money or resources, for a billionaire, winning a film festival award is a piece of cake.

They have the capital, while we're still struggling to fight for top billing.

They would never have imagined that this golden bear would be offered up by a gambling company in an attempt to make money.

All I can say is that Europe is a very complicated place.

Upon receiving instructions from its superiors, CCTV quickly asked its sister station for on-site footage and rebroadcast the awards ceremony for two and a half hours after the morning news.

Kai was staring intently at the TV program, his calm expression causing Chen Hong, who was standing next to him, great concern.

"Huai'an is a remarkable child; I can't compare to him."

Kai's sudden words left Chen Hong somewhat bewildered. "Kai, you...you...um..."

Kai laughed out loud at his wife's hesitation. "Hong, am I the kind of person who is jealous of talent? Not to mention that Huai'an is my junior brother and has called me his idol more than once, he is so successful yet he remains humble and modest. Even I sometimes can't help but admire his magnanimity."

Upon hearing this, Chen Hong's heart tightened. Her husband had a criminal record; she had finally straightened him out, and she didn't want Zhuang Huai'an to bend him again.

No, we need to limit their contact with them in the future. Hmm... come to think of it, this child is indeed good-looking, even I... cough, never mind.

On the set of "Love", Zhang Yimou shook his head and chuckled.

Well, you said you'd take me to the top, but you went up first. Fine, wait for me a moment!

After putting down the newspaper, Zhang Yimou resumed filming, appearing calm and collected. However, his assistant, who had followed him for many years, keenly noticed that his director's current state was exactly the same as when he was filming "To Live".

In the film crew of "The Banquet", Feng Xiaogang turned off the TV.

He was tired of saying the word "envy." Compared to Zhuang Huai'an, he was now a far cry from him, like a master strategist and a rich kid. He couldn't even catch up to him; even the farts Zhuang Huai'an made were hundreds of kilometers away from his own.

"Art films can't compare, and commercial films can't compete either. I've been humble for over a decade to finally get a chance to compete in the Berlin main competition, which they just casually threw at me. Sigh..."

Feng Kuzi's face darkened. He suddenly remembered the olive branch that Boss Yang of Yinghuang had offered him some time ago—a signing bonus of 1 million RMB to switch jobs to Yinghuang…

Perhaps... it's time to put some pressure on the two kings.

The Beijing Film Academy campus was once again filled with jubilation.

In the office, Zhang Huijun couldn't contain his smugness.

"Look, it's a good thing I stayed in Huai'an for a year last year, otherwise this banner wouldn't look so impressive!"

"Come on,"

Xie Xiaojing joked, "It's clearly because Huai'an is reasonable and upheld the school's reputation, but it was also a twist of fate. Dean, I think you should really kowtow to him for his attitude!"

The smiles on everyone's faces were impossible to contain.

Last year during graduation season, Wang Zhiyong and Sun Hao were successfully recommended for postgraduate studies, but Zhuang Huai'an did not come to school due to being busy with other matters. Zhang Huijun had originally planned to skip the exam and let him graduate directly.

Who would have thought that an internationally renowned director would stick to his principles and refuse to skip the process, insisting on experiencing university life to the end? His mentor, Wang Hongwei, had no choice but to make the decision and help him extend his graduation.

"Huai'an, really, I don't even know what to say about him."

Zhang Huijun smiled like a chrysanthemum, "He's so sensible and considerate, and he's repeatedly brought honor to the school. Do you think he foresaw this day and wanted to give the school a big gift before graduation?"

"Hmm~ You know what, there's some truth to that."

Tian Zhuangzhuang stroked his newly grown beard, gasped, "No way, is he really that confident he can win a Grand Slam?"

"How could mortals like us conceive of such brilliant ideas?"

"I think that makes sense!"

Everyone was convinced by themselves, or rather, at this moment, they just wanted to put the situation in a positive direction.

Zhuang Huai'an: Damn it! I don't want the first year of Tianlin to become the first year of Huai'an!

...

The turmoil in China had nothing to do with Zhuang Huai'an. He had already removed the battery from his phone and, fearing that a gambling addict who had lost everything might resort to espionage, he flew from Berlin to Hong Kong overnight.

"Hmm..."

In the hotel room, Liu Yifei opened her eyes groggily and looked at Zhuang Huai'an, who was sleeping soundly beside her, and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

How could I... have lost my composure...?

Well, it was a natural progression.

Liu Yifei looked at Zhuang Huai'an's profile, her eyes filled with tenderness. As someone who had received an American education, how could she not know how... well, how sad her little cabbage had been these past few years?

This circle is rife with chaos; it's remarkable that this man has maintained his integrity for so many years.

"Have you seen enough?"

Seeing Zhuang Huai'an suddenly open his eyes with a playful expression, Liu Yifei was no longer shy. They were already lying together, completely open with each other, so what was there to be shy about?

No, I can't get enough of it.

He hit her straight in, and Zhuang Huai'an turned to look into her clear, doe-like eyes. He could no longer suppress the urge in his heart, so he got up and carried her in a princess carry, and they went into the bathroom together.

Liu Yifei didn't struggle, but instead hooked her arms around his neck, her eyes full of cunning.

My own man, I'll take him if I want him.

Young boys and girls experiencing their first stirrings of love often become so engrossed in the experience that they lose all sense of reason and desire.

When I woke up again, it was already night.

Liu Yifei opened her eyes and subconsciously touched the side of her room, which was empty except for the lingering warmth. Hearing the sounds coming from the living room, she groggily got up, put on her bathrobe, and opened a crack in the door to look outside. Seeing that only her husband was sitting alone on the sofa, she went over to him.

"woke up?"

"Yeah, I noticed you weren't here."

"Watching the news."

Zhuang Huai'an smiled indulgently, pulled her into his arms, and gently combed her slightly disheveled hair with his hand.

Liu Yifei adjusted her posture, comfortably squinting her eyes, like a lazy kitten.

The sound from the television continued, and the clear, articulate Mandarin helped her regain some clarity.

"my country's renowned young director Zhuang Huai'an won the Golden Bear Award, the highest honor, at the Berlin International Film Festival in Germany at 2:2 AM Beijing time on February 20th. It is understood that this film, 'Hearing Girl,' focuses on the hearing-impaired community and stars young actress Liu Yifei. It is another realistic subject matter directed by Zhuang Huai'an, which fully demonstrates his humanistic concern."

Looking back on Chuang Huai-an's achievements, in addition to winning an Oscar at one of the three major European film festivals, he is also the first Chinese actor to win an Oscar, as well as Golden Rooster Awards, Golden Horse Awards, and Hong Kong Film Awards. He has made indelible contributions to the development of Chinese-language cinema.

Now, please watch our reporter's report.

The screen flashed, and the television began playing clips of Zhuang Huai'an's speeches on various award ceremonies, as well as scenes of climactic conflicts from the film.

Looking at the time, it had lasted for more than three minutes.

Liu Yifei immediately perked up. "Brother, is this the evening news?"

"Yes, and it's being streamed live in China."

Zhuang Huai'an smiled and pointed to the international channel logo in the upper left corner of the TV. "Teacher Wang and the others couldn't contact me, so they could only call the hotel landline through Zhang Lu."

"Haha, I can be on the news broadcast now! That's great! Mmm!" Liu Yifei went up and gave him a kiss as a reward.

Zhuang Huai'an subconsciously wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, a gesture that immediately made Liu Yifei's eyebrows furrow and point her small finger.

"You, Zhuang Huai'an! You're already complaining? Last night you... um... um... you dared to do it and then you won't let me say anything... um... um..."

"Keep your voice down, grandma!"

Zhuang Huai'an quickly begged for mercy, "You really can't tell! If you do, the book will be gone!"

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