Huayu: The Big Players Behind the Scenes

The celebration banquet is at 9 o'clock.

It was still 3 p.m. in China at that time.

When the news reached China, major media outlets went wild.

However, in terms of information channels, print media still cannot compete with the internet.

The three major portal websites once again took the lead and pushed out the report immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the news swept across the entire internet like a tornado.

On the Beijing Film Academy's campus BBS, not only are students creating threads, but many teachers are also joining in the discussions.

Dean's Office

Zhang Huijun was as happy as if he had eaten bee droppings, and he couldn't stop smiling all afternoon.

"Damn it, look at this thank-you message! Beijing Film Academy is the best film school in the world, this is the real holy grail of Beijing Film Academy!"

"What a smug face! What a smug face!"

After Zhang Huijun reported the good news to the sect's elders, he called the logistics department to hurry up and make banners. As for the celebration party, they would have to wait until the main character returned.

Cannes,

Zhuang Huai'an lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

As the biggest winner last night, heaven knows how many people wanted to get to know him, and they all came up to toast him. If it weren't for Lao Wang and others' efforts, he would have been drunk and unconscious by the time the banquet started.

"Huai'an, have a cup of hot water."

Wang Zhiyong, the loyal steward and Zhuang Huai'an's trusted advisor, brought a cup of hot water and placed it by the bedside.

"I replied to all the congratulatory calls and text messages you received on your phone. In addition to your teachers and classmates, many production companies and actors in China also sent you text messages. I don't know where they got your number from."

Zhuang Huai'an leaned against the headboard, took a small sip of hot water, and felt his throat feel a little better before speaking.

"These days, people don't really have any privacy. Some celebrities even publish their addresses in newspapers to better communicate with their fans. We've dealt with quite a few people in the past six months, so it's normal for phone numbers to be leaked."

Wang Zhiyong nodded and handed over a piece of paper. "These are the people I think you should call back personally. Take a look."

Zhuang Huai'an took the paper, which read: Zhang Huijun, Xie Xiaojing... a whole list of teachers who had taught directing. He looked at the last two names: Xie Fei and Xie Tieli.

"Both of them called?" Zhuang Huai'an was quite surprised. Although he had won several awards, he was still just a student. In front of these two, he was a grand-disciple or even a great-grand-disciple.

"The text message was sent personally by Teacher Xie Fei, while Teacher Xie Tieli was sent by his daughter on his behalf," Wang Zhiyong explained.

Zhuang Huai'an suddenly realized that he had underestimated the current influence of the three major European powers.

In this day and age...sigh...we all crave things from abroad...sigh...

Hearing the noise, Wang Hongwei from the living room went into the bedroom and saw Zhuang Huai'an looking blank. He asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhuang Huai'an told him what was on his mind, and Lao Wang immediately laughed.

"You're overthinking it," Old Wang tossed him a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed. "Those awards you've won aren't unprecedented in China. Do you know why your predecessors value you so much?"

"Why?"

"First, you're a direct descendant of our school, and you'll only be a sophomore when the semester starts. The more successful you are, the more successful our school's education is."

Old Wang took a nice puff of his cigarette and continued, "Second is still first. You're only 19 years old this year, not yet the golden age of directing. Your future is very promising. When the seniors see that there is a successor, they will naturally encourage you."

Oh, now Zhuang Huai'an understands.

Tsk, with the support of these people, it seems I can easily conquer the Beijing Film Academy in the future.

"Oh, by the way, besides these people, Zhang Yimou and Director Kai also sent me messages asking me to convey their congratulations. I'll send you their numbers; please remember to reply."

"Yes, dear teacher."

Zhuang Huai'an got up and tidied himself up in a good mood. This academic style, tsk, so nice.

noon,

MK2 transferred $250 million to China Film Group's account as an upfront fee for purchasing the hunting rights. They originally intended to transfer the money directly to his studio, but after Han Sanping subtly reminded him, Zhuang Huai'an instantly understood.

I also treated Yang Ziqiong to a meal separately. Although she is Malaysian, she is also of Chinese descent.

According to Leo, this woman did contribute to the jury's vote for the Grand Prize; aside from anything else, having a meal together to build rapport was essential.

The next day, Lao Wang and the others hitched a ride on a China Film Group flight back to China, Jiang Wu went to Paris to visit his older brother, while Zhuang Huai'an boarded a plane to Hong Kong.

just because,

Today is May 22nd. Soon, great wealth awaits you.

As the saying goes, if you don't take what Heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences.

Zhuang Huai'an had no reason to refuse such a windfall.

After landing in Hong Kong, instead of rushing to Macau, he first contacted the great benefactor introduced by Jiang Wen, Mr. Yang of Emperor Group.

"Hello Mr. Zhuang, I am Mani Huo Wenxi. Boss Yang asked me to pick you up. You must be tired from your journey. Welcome to Hong Kong."

Zhuang Huai'an smiled and shook hands with her. This woman was indeed quite good-looking, a mature and beautiful woman. It was just that her difficult-to-pronounce Mandarin gave him a headache.

"Hello, Miss Huo, thank you for your help."

"Huh, Zhuang Sheng can speak Cantonese?"

"Just a little bit." Zhuang Huai'an smiled.

Sitting in Mr. Yang's Rolls-Royce, Zhuang Huai'an looked around at Hong Kong in this era. Unlike the openness of Beijing, the buildings here seemed to spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain, taking root in the land at varying heights, which was quite visually striking.

They went directly to the headquarters of Yinghuang Company, thinking it would be just a routine visit, but unexpectedly, Boss Yang gathered all the company's employees at the company to wait for them.

"Director Zhuang is very promising at such a young age. He has worked hard all the way. Congratulations on winning the award in Cannes."

Mr. Yang wore black-rimmed glasses and had a friendly smile on his face, making it hard for anyone to feel any ill will towards him.

I won't go into too much detail about his deeds, but just to say that he was really good to the artists under his management, when Emperor Entertainment was about to go bankrupt, the artists took the initiative to step forward and work hard to save the company.

A few years later, the photographer single-handedly wiped out the entire new generation of Hong Kong celebrities. A wealthy patron issued a warrant for his death, but in the end, it was Boss Yeung who stepped in to save him.

Although Zhuang Huai'an didn't particularly like the name Yinghuang, it was a historical issue, and it wasn't his place to criticize it.

"Mr. Yang, you flatter me. I was just lucky."

Mr. Yang was somewhat surprised by Zhuang's fluent Cantonese and asked, "Director Zhuang is from Guangdong?"

"My mother is a Hakka from Meizhou. Later, my father-in-law's family moved to Foshan. I spent a lot of my childhood in Foshan, so I can speak some Cantonese," Zhuang Huai'an explained with a smile.

"Hmm, not bad," Boss Yang said with a smile. "I often say that because my Mandarin is not fluent enough, I can't work well with mainland filmmakers. Jiang Wen has laughed at me a lot for this."

Mr. Yang was among the first filmmakers from Hong Kong to go north, and compared to those bastards, he was truly sincere.

Although he also coveted the mainland market, at least he didn't do the same shady things as Chen Caomao and Wu Baige.

A straw hat for $5000, wow…

"Come, let me introduce you."

Boss Yang enthusiastically pulled Zhuang Huai'an to the back, "Xie Tingfeng, Cai Zhuoyan, Zhong Xintong, Zheng Xinyi..."

He would introduce someone, and the other person would call him "Director Zhuang," to which Zhuang Huai'an would smile and nod in response.

After the event, Huo Wenxi took Zhuang Huai'an to the Yinghuang Hotel to rest, and then returned.

"Boss, that Director Zhuang didn't seem very enthusiastic to me?"

"It's normal to be a little arrogant after achieving fame at a young age."

Boss Yang sighed, "Let alone a big director like him, just look at the artists in our own company, they're all so arrogant."

"So do you think we can win him over?" Huo Wenxi asked.

"Try to win them over as much as possible. Although there are many directors in Hong Kong, they may not adapt well if they go to the mainland rashly."

"If we want to get a piece of the mainland market, one person like Jiang Wen isn't enough. This Director Zhuang has suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with only the Beijing Film Academy as his background, and no other companies involved yet. He's currently our best partner."

Boss Yang took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. "Cooperation is about the long term. Those people in the Directors Guild are treating mainland businessmen like fools, making huge sums of money for themselves. They'll suffer later."

"Then, should we try to reach out to a few female celebrities?" Huo Wenxi asked tentatively.

"Absolutely not!"

Boss Yang quickly objected, "When he was introducing people just now, Zhuang Huai'an's eyes already showed some impatience. If it weren't for Jiang Wen's influence, I don't think he would have come to Yinghuang."

Your task now is to make those brats practice their Mandarin properly, so they stop thinking about picking up girls and hooking up with rich guys all day long!

Huo Wenxi nodded to indicate that he understood.