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Chapter 57: Debut

When I returned to Beijing, I met up with a representative sent by Shanghai Film Studio, a person from China Film Group, and the actor who played the leading role, Wang Zhiwen.

The representatives of China Film Group are still the same people from last year, and we are all old acquaintances.

However, this time, the other party was obviously much more enthusiastic after seeing Huang Ze.

"Huang Ze."

"Cow!"

The other party gave Huang Ze a thumbs up and said, "It was even published in Time magazine. I thought I heard it wrong when I heard it."

"Look carefully, that's you."

"We attended the Venice Film Festival together last year. I will never make a mistake."

"Speaking of which, you have a great talent in music. I see that you are also good at making movies. You will definitely win an award this time!"

"Haha." Huang Ze smiled, "Then I'll take advantage of your good words. If you win the award, I'll treat you to a meal in Venice, Italian food."

I haven’t spent all the Italian lira I exchanged last time, so it’s a good opportunity to spend it this time.

Anyway, I am not short of money, so I should spend it.

As a person, you should be more carefree.

It’s a pity that Italian cuisine cannot be compared with French cuisine, but fortunately it’s not English cuisine, so it’s okay.

"Okay, I'll remember that!" The China Film representative said with a smile, "I think you're the one who's going to treat me to this meal."

"I hope so too."

"If we win the Golden Lion Award, Brother Huang, you will have to treat us to three meals." Wang Zhiwen joked.

"Good guy."

Huang Ze put his arm around Wang Zhiwen's shoulders and pulled him closer, "You're going to backstab me too?"

"Okay, if I win the Golden Lion, I'll treat you to thirty meals. If I can't win, you can treat me to three meals. How about that?"

"That's going to have to be done in Beijing. I don't have any foreign exchange."

"Beijing, that's fine too."

"Okay, it's a deal." Wang Zhiwen and Huang Ze bumped fists. "In fact, I really hope you can treat me to thirty meals. It doesn't matter if it's meals or not. The key is the Golden Lion Award. Our country hasn't won this award yet, right?"

"You're more daring than I am." Huang Ze smiled and pushed him away.

Who doesn't want to win the best prize? It's hopeless to watch Good Will Hunting.

It lacks profound thought, shooting techniques, or breakthrough innovations in light and shadow composition.

Plus, this is my debut work.

Unless the judges of the Venice Film Festival have a seizure in their heads or Jesus is resurrected, there is absolutely no hope for the Golden Lion Award.

When I arrived at the airport to wait for the flight, it didn't take long before several people greeted me.

Huang Ze then realized that he might not be aware enough of his own fame, so he simply took out a pair of frog-eye glasses and put them on.

A large area of ​​his face was blocked, and significantly fewer people recognized him.

After getting on the plane and taking off, Huang Ze closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

I woke up halfway and chatted with Wang Zhiwen for a long time. I don’t know how much time had passed before the plane landed at the airport in Venice.

This was not the first time they came here, and the group arrived smoothly at the hotel arranged by the organizer.

Huang Ze picked up the brochure promoting this year's Venice Film Festival and glanced at it. There were no movies that impressed him. Speaking of impressions, the chairman of the jury was quite impressive. Wasn't he the director of last year's "Year of the Silent Sun"?

Wow, he won the award last year and is the chairman of the jury this year, what a seamless transition.

Looking back, Huang Ze found that there was no East Asian on the jury, let alone Chinese, so he no longer cared about it.

……

After attending the opening ceremony, the group came to the exhibition hall prepared by the organizer for "Good Will Hunting" on the third day.

Today is the day the organizer has arranged for the premiere of "Good Will Hunting".

"Wow, it's obviously bigger than last time!" Huang Ze looked around, "There are almost a thousand seats, right?"

"More than 800." The representative of China Film Group smiled and raised his index finger and thumb, making a gesture, "It seems that winning the award last time did have its benefits. The exhibition hall is much bigger this time. If we can win another award, maybe it can be even bigger next time."

"Jerry Huang." Just then, someone called out Huang Ze's English name.

Turning around, I saw four or five young people.

They ran quickly to Huang Ze. The one in front was a blond young man. He took out his English EP in one hand and a pen in the other. "Can you sign for me?"

"We know that the movie you directed will be shown in Venice, so we came all the way from the United States to support you."

"How did you know that I also make movies?" Huang Ze asked curiously.

"I read it in the newspaper." The blond young man said seriously, "Huang, your songs are so good, please don't let us down in the movie. We came all the way across the Atlantic to watch your movie."

"Puchi..." Someone couldn't hold back his laughter.

Huang Ze instantly realized that this guy was talking nonsense, and shook the pen, "You are dishonest. Tell me, did you really come all the way to see my movie?"

"Really." The blond young man glared at his companion, "I'm a fan of yours. I'm also a senior movie lover. I also go to various film festivals to watch the latest, uncensored movies."

"But I came to Venice this time just because you are here too."

"Okay, I believe you." Regardless of whether it's true or not, a signature is not a big deal. Huang Ze can't just not sign it, right?
I picked up the pen and wrote the Chinese name first, and then followed it with the English name.

Then, Huang Ze's hands never stopped.

From time to time, fans would come over and ask for autographs.

Until the movie was about to start, the more than 800 seats in the cinema were filled with people, and Huang Ze finally didn't have to be a ruthless signing machine anymore.

Shaking his hands, Huang Ze sat next to Marco Muller, the Asian film selector of the film festival.

"Last year, when I learned that you wrote the novel "The Spring of the Underachievers", I knew that we would meet again soon, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

Marco Muller stretched out his hand and shook Huang Ze's hand. "I didn't expect you to be such an excellent singer. You even sold your records to us."

"you flatter me."

"No, you are being modest." Marco Muller said in Chinese, then switched back to English, "Let's talk about the movie again."

"I've seen Good Will Hunting before when I was selecting films. It's well made. It's hard to imagine that this is your first film."

"You are also incredibly talented in film. Don't give up film for music. Light and shadow may be more charming than music."

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Huang Ze could only say in his heart that he was worrying too much.

Why give up on something?

I want to compose music and shoot movies. Can't I do both and be good at both?
Besides, even if I had to give up one thing, it would never be movies.

"It's about to begin." Huang Ze pointed at the screen and ended the conversation with Marco Muller.

The audience members who were chatting in their seats also focused their attention on the movie screen that had just appeared.

(End of this chapter)