1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 44 Winning the Prize

Chapter 44 Winning the Prize
Chen Fusheng put down the phone, turned around and saw Han Sanping looking blank. He excitedly said to him, "Old Han, we've been invited to attend the awards ceremony!"

"We're contestants, so it's normal to be invited, right? Fusheng, why are you so excited?" Han Sanping didn't understand the significance of the call, assuming it was just an ordinary invitation call.

"Being invited means our film has won an award," Chen Fusheng explained, before sharing the good news with others.

Soon, everyone gathered around.

"Comrade Fusheng, does receiving the invitation call really mean our film has won an award?" Siqin Gaowa, also inexperienced, asked Chen Fusheng again to confirm.

“I’ve also heard that there seems to be a similar pattern at foreign film festivals,” Deputy Director Shi stepped forward to corroborate Chen Fusheng’s statement.

Han Sanping was now convinced and happily hooked his arm around Chen Fusheng's neck, asking, "How do you know so much about film festivals? You even know about this."

"Zhang Fei told me."

Chen Fusheng didn't want to dwell on this issue, fearing he would be exposed, so he decisively changed the subject.

"Director Shi, I think we can release this news now, so that film distributors who are interested in our film can have some time to react."

"Alright, then I'll leave this matter to you, Comrade Fusheng. Make sure you sell the overseas rights to 'Cow' for a good price."

At this point, Deputy Director Shi handed over the leadership to Chen Fusheng, which was not only a sign of trust in his abilities, but also because he had already regarded him as "one of his own".

But this was originally China Film Group's job, and now that the power holders have had their power seized, Wang Tao is naturally a little resentful.

Chen Fusheng, of course, noticed Wang Tao's displeasure, but—'So what? What can be done?'

The next day!

Today is September 8th, the 11th day since Chen Fusheng and his team arrived at the Venice Film Festival, and also the last day of the festival.

Last night, Chen Fusheng, who had been here for so long to promote the news, attended a cocktail party hosted by the organizers for the first time. He drank quite a bit of alcohol and received a lot of business cards.

"What time is it?" Chen Fusheng woke up and saw that it was already bright outside the window. He also saw that his roommate Han Sanping had changed into the rented suit, so he asked curiously.

"You're awake—it's almost nine o'clock. I brought your breakfast up. Get up and eat quickly, then pack up and head to the site."

"It's still early, the red carpet doesn't start until the afternoon."

Although he said that, Chen Fusheng's body still betrayed him by getting out of bed.

After washing up, he changed into the rented suit, stood in the same spot where Han Sanping had been, looked in the mirror, and admired himself for a while.

The closing ceremony red carpet officially began at 4 p.m.

This time, Chen Fusheng's crew drew number 5, so it was their turn very quickly.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. This time, walking the red carpet at the closing ceremony, both Han Sanping and Siqin Gaowa were noticeably much more relaxed.

Needless to say, Chen Fusheng was even more so.

After signing their names on the autograph wall at the end of the red carpet and answering a few questions from the host, the three of them entered the venue.

The venue is very large and can accommodate thousands of people.

Chen Fusheng and his team were contestants, so their seats were naturally arranged in the front row for easy access on stage.

The back seats are also open to tourists, but there is a charge.

At this time, David's family also bought tickets and sat in the back row of the audience.

"Mom and Dad, look! Uncle Chen and the others have come in."

Little Lisa has excellent eyesight and kept staring at the passageway leading in from the red carpet, so when Chen Fusheng and his crew walked in, Lisa spotted them immediately.

Unfortunately, they were too far apart, and the venue was crowded and noisy, so Chen Fusheng didn't hear the little girl's calls at all. "Gentlemen, please follow me." The hostess led them to their seats, which were on the left side of the third row. Of course, members of the film crew would sit next to each other.

"Phew, I was a little nervous." Siqin Gaowa let out a long sigh as soon as she sat down.

"This is nothing. If you win an award later, you'll have to go on stage and give an acceptance speech," Chen Fusheng said.

"I know my own limitations. My chances of winning the award are slim. The award should be awarded between Director Han and Comrade Fusheng."

Han Sanping continued, "Then Fusheng's chances are still better."

"That's hard to say."

They sat there for two hours, but thankfully they weren't just sitting there doing nothing. Before the official awards ceremony, the film festival invited some local singers and dancers to perform on stage.

During the final performance, to warm up the crowd, a hot Western female singer suddenly took off her outer garment halfway through her song, revealing herself to be wearing a bikini. She then danced and sang on stage, her breasts moving in sync with her rhythm. This scene not only brought the atmosphere to a climax but also greatly shocked Han Sanping and Siqin Gaowa's values.

"Wow...this foreigner is way too unrestrained!"

Chen Fusheng thought to himself, "What's the big fuss? In twenty or thirty years, China will have no shortage of these pretentious performers."

Fortunately, the awards ceremony officially began after the song ended.

The chairman of the judging panel, Suso Cech Damiko, took the stage first to open the event and announced the first award of the evening.

Film festival awards are arranged from smallest to largest, and the first award is usually the Care Award.

It's called the OCIC Special Award, and it was awarded to the Berlin Alexanderplatz.

Next, the Pasinetti Awards were presented. This year's awards included Best Actor, Best Actress, and Best Film, but it is an unofficial award, selected and presented by the Italian Film Critics Association and has no connection with the jury.

Therefore, its authority was not widely recognized internationally, and it was eventually abolished.

After the Pasinetti Award, several more awards were presented, but none of them mentioned "Bullfighting." Even with Chen Fusheng's composure, he was starting to get a little nervous.

"Now we will present the Best Screenplay Award. Please welcome Ms. Pamir to reveal the answer."

The woman named Pamir was a retired Italian parliamentarian. After receiving the list, she didn't deliberately keep the audience in suspense and directly announced the results: "The winner of the Best Screenplay Award at the 37th Venice International Film Festival is... Chen Fu Sun, 'Cow'. Congratulations to Chen Fu Cheng, please come up to the stage to accept the award."

Chen Fusheng was stunned for a moment.

He thought he heard his own name called.

And yet, it felt like the voice wasn't reading from my own perspective.

But he heard "Cow" clearly.

That definitely refers to their film crew.

"Fusheng, she's calling your name, isn't she?"

Han Sanping and Siqin Gaowa couldn't understand English, but they heard Chen Fusheng's name instead.

"seems like it."

"Great! What kind of award is this? I told you you were the most likely to win."

Han Sanping excitedly stood up and hugged Chen Fusheng. Siqin Gaowa was a little more reserved, but she also stood up and applauded Chen Fusheng.

"This is the Best Screenplay award, I'll go on stage first."

"Okay, okay, go quickly."