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Hans Country.

As soon as Su Bai's team stepped out of the airport, they felt an atmosphere completely different from that of China.

Extremely indifferent.

Only a few scattered international students held up signs and waved excitedly in the cold wind.

"Go, Su Shen!!"

Su Bai smiled and waved to them, but he knew exactly what was going on.

I don't have a fan base overseas.

But things will soon change.

That evening, the film festival's opening reception.

This is the pinnacle of the world's film pyramid, where every face could be that of a master who will leave their mark on film history.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and lively conversation, invisible circles were clearly defined.

The team behind the healing animation is clearly an outlier outside the industry.

No one came over to exchange pleasantries, and even the passing waiters had a subtle, scrutinizing look in their eyes.

Shen Qingyue held a glass of juice, her hand gripping it tightly.

She saw an elderly director, surrounded by a crowd of admirers, talking animatedly to a female reporter not far away.

The sound wasn't loud, but it came through clearly.

"I'm surprised. The Golden Bear's main competition now even includes children's animation?"

That director is a world-renowned film master.

His tone was full of mockery.

"Perhaps we should create a separate Best Kindergarten Award for it; that would be more appropriate. We shouldn't let it lower the prestige of the main competition."

A tacit chuckle escaped from the surrounding crowd.

That laughter pierced the hearts of everyone on the healing animation team.

"This is outrageous!"

A young artist was so angry that his face turned red.

Shen Qingyue's face instantly turned cold. Just as she was about to step forward to argue, a hand gently pressed down on her shoulder.

It is Su Bai.

His face remained calm and composed, as if he had just heard a harmless joke.

He swirled the champagne in his hand and chuckled softly at Shen Qingyue.

"Don't be so proud. Look at that old man. He's quite old, but he still has such good teeth and can spout nonsense in public. He's in good health."

Shen Qingyue: "Isn't there something wrong with what you're focusing on?"

Su Bai was overjoyed.

Problem? No problem.

The trash talk before the boss fight is a formality, and we need to go through the whole process.

The slap in his face will be even louder later.

......

The following day, an official press conference was held.

Hundreds of journalists from around the world packed the scene, their faces beaming with a thirst for news.

A blond, blue-eyed journalist from a Western art review newspaper known for its sharp writing style.

He seized the first opportunity to ask a question and bluntly pointed the finger at Su Bai.

"Hello, Mr. Su."

He first offered a perfunctory greeting, then abruptly changed his tone, becoming incredibly sharp.

"We congratulate you on the huge commercial success of your film in China. However, this is a sacred place for the art of film."

He pushed up his glasses, and the question came straight at him like a poisoned dagger.

"Do you believe that placing a commercially-oriented animated film, essentially for children, alongside live-action films by the true master directors present here is a desecration of the art of cinema?"

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

This is a very harsh question.

This is utterly humiliating in public!

The flashbulbs went off like crazy, and all the cameras were fixed on Su Bai's young face, trying to capture even the slightest bit of anger, embarrassment, or panic on his face.

Shen Qingyue's heart jumped into her throat.

Even the old director, who was arrogant yesterday, is now sitting in the audience with a sneer of anticipation.

However, Su Bai simply listened quietly.

Then he smiled.

He picked up the microphone with a calm and unhurried demeanor, his smile showing no anger, but rather a hint of amused amusement.

"Blasphemy? You're using a much stronger word."

He first deftly defused the traps the other party had set, and then his eyes suddenly sharpened as he scanned the entire room.

"The greatness of art lies in its ability to touch the common soul of humanity, not in whether the creator uses a camera or a paintbrush."

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in everyone's ears, carrying an undeniable power.

The blond reporter's face stiffened, and he was about to retort.

Su Bai didn't give him a chance. He leaned forward slightly, stared into the other person's eyes, and his smile deepened. But what he said made everyone in the room gasp.

"However, since you have such a fastidious view of art, I'll give you a chance."

"How is it?"

"The premiere is tonight, right here. If after the screening you still think Spirited Away is childish, still think it's a desecration of art..."

He paused for a moment, each word like a heavy hammer blow striking the silence of the room.

"I, Su Bai, hereby announce in front of the world's media that Spirited Away is withdrawing from all selections for this year's Golden Bear Award, and I hereby publicly apologize to all the film masters present."

This Chinese man has gone mad!

The entire conference room went completely mad.

To gamble the highest honor a film can receive on a journalist's review?!

What arrogance! And what self-confidence!

The blond reporter stood there with his mouth agape, his mind blank, unable to utter a single word.

The old director in the audience had his sneer completely frozen.

Countless reporters snapped out of their daze, pressing their camera shutters so hard they seemed ready to set the place on fire.

They knew that no matter what the outcome was tonight, this would be the biggest headline of the film festival!

Su Bai ignored everyone's reactions, calmly put down the microphone, and sat back down in his original seat.

It was as if the declaration that had just ignited the entire venue was merely a discussion about today's weather.

The press conference ended abruptly.

Night falls.

The global premiere of Spirited Away is about to begin.

Su Bai's team entered the magnificent main screening room of the film festival.

This place is filled with the world's most demanding eyes.

They are judges, masters, and veteran film critics.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with condescending scrutiny.

The invisible pressure, like the water pressure in the deep sea, squeezes in from all directions.

Shen Qingyue clenched her fists nervously, her palms sweating profusely.

The lights slowly went out.

The giant screen lit up, revealing the red dragon emblem that was incredibly familiar to the Chinese audience but unfamiliar to the Western audience present.

The film has begun.

Su Bai did not look at the screen.

In the darkness, he slowly turned his head to look at the audience.

Looking at those faces that were once filled with arrogance and prejudice.

A deep and playful smile curved at the corners of his mouth.

The hunt has begun.