Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Chapter 102 Awards Ceremony Red Carpet, Interviews, and Appointments

9 month 5 day.

7 PM, Lido Island Excelsior Hotel, first floor lobby.

The cast of "The Legend of the Stone" had already gathered together, all looking energetic and full of fighting spirit.

Especially Huang Bo!

Not only was he wearing a slightly bulky suit, but he also had a red rose pinned to his chest in a flamboyant way, which he called a "memorable detail."

Whenever movie fans see photos of the red carpet in Venice, the first thing they'll notice is themselves.

Duan Yihong is a taciturn and honest man, and he has his own comments on this: "Too short to be seen."

The crew members sat in a row by the window on the first floor.

The seven people who walked the red carpet this time were: Ye Chong, Liu Yifei, Gong Li, Duan Yihong, Zhang Yu, Huang Bo, and Chen Zhixi.

Although Yifei wasn't part of the film crew, she was the director's wife.

It was just adding a red carpet spot; Ye Chong had already spoken to old man Dante Ferretti about it before the unspoken rules text message arrived.

As the chairman, adding a seat before arranging seating is a minor matter.

"What was our event program's rating again?"

By the window, Chen Zhixi and Liu's mother sat opposite the young couple. Ye Chong tilted his head back and asked a question.

"3.1 It's just average."

"Hiss—" Ye Chong tilted his head back, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

"How come 'Good Night, Good Luck' got such a high score, 3.4?"

"Are you feeling aggrieved?"

Ye Chong nodded slightly and immediately felt a tap on the shoulder.

"Look down! How did you tie your tie? It took me ages to fix it."

When Yi Fei's voice rang out, Ye Chong dared not say anything more and tilted his head back to let her tie his tie.

Across from her, Liu's mother pouted and simply looked at the street scene outside the window: out of sight, out of mind.

At this moment, Shen Ze walked quickly over from outside the door. "Director Ye, someone is looking for you."

"Looking for? Who's looking for me?"

"Yang Liu."

Ye Chong frowned.

"Alright." Yifei gently stroked Ye Chong's collar, looked him over several times, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Great, he's being a good little man to his older sister again!"

Liu's mother across from her rolled her eyes, thinking to herself that simply looking away wasn't enough; she also needed to find two plugs to cover her ears!

"Director Ye! Director Ye, it's been a long time!"

A man walked in with three photographers.

"?"

Ye Chong stood up and looked at the newcomer, then flashed a professional fake smile, "Host Ju! What a coincidence!"

Ju Wenpei extended her small hand and gave Ye Chong a light handshake: "Unfortunately, I'm present at every film festival. I'm just a seasoned veteran."

Before Ye Chong could speak, Yi Fei laughed, "Hehehe, Sister Ju is so funny."

These are all old acquaintances; the movie channel only has a few hosts, so we inevitably have to interact with each other.

Would you mind doing an interview?

Ye Chong glanced around and noticed that everyone had stood up.

He nodded and began arranging for everyone to find a venue for the interview.

Ten minutes later.

The camera and lens were already set up, and Ju Wenpei, dressed in a black and white bodycon dress, sat next to Ye Chong.

Ye Chong was wearing a blue suit, white trousers, a white shirt and blue tie underneath, and a pair of cheap sunglasses hanging on his left chest.

"Director Ye, are you ready?"

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"Is it being broadcast live?" Ye Chong asked back.

Ju Wenpei shook his head: "Delayed news report."

"Okay, come on."

[Ahem, Director Ye, this is your first time participating in such a large-scale international film festival. What are your feelings and thoughts?]

"Feelings and thoughts—" Ye Chong's brain cells began to work.

He had promised Yifei that he would think before he spoke from now on, and even if he was daydreaming, he would at least pause for a few seconds.

"It's probably the warmth and romance. The people of Venice are very hospitable, and the city of water is very romantic."

After a pause, Ye Chong added in his mind: Romance is only possible when Qian is around.

[Next question: Director Ye, what are your expectations for today's closing ceremony?]

This is a question that has been asked many times, but the next three hours are the closing ceremony, and at this moment, the question is of great significance.

"Looking ahead, the jury, Best Director, or the Golden Lion—"

Ye Chong scratched his head, his face showing humility, but his words were anything but: "Anyway, one of them will definitely be mine! Didn't I just say it's romantic? After experiencing the romance of Venice this time, next time let's experience the romance of Cannes!"

"Oh?" Ju Wenpei's eyes lit up.

You're not talking about romance here; you're just stating the obvious: next time we go to Cannes, let's win an award!

It has to be you, Ye Chong! You can't get any news from Ang Lee!

"Well, thank you for your cooperation, Director Ye."

You're welcome, you're welcome.

Next, Ju Wenpei focused on interviewing Gong Li, Duan Yihong, and Yi Fei. These four were the ones with the most foot traffic, while the photographer handled the others.

At 8 p.m., the interview ended. After Liu's mother gave them some encouragement and saw them off, the group set off.

It was one of the Bentleys they had rented before. Ye Chong held onto the car door frame with one hand and welcomed Yi Fei into the car.

"I'm warning you, you're not allowed to move your feet or legs today."

Ye Chong was taken aback, then realized what was happening.

The first foot is Yifei's small foot; this is to prevent me from touching her foot. The second leg is my own leg, excluding both legs.

Let's go!

The vehicle emitted a soft rumble as it moved toward the Palais des Festivals.

The closer we got to the Palais des Festivals, the more pedestrians and fans there were. When we arrived at the red carpet waiting area, we were surrounded by reporters before we even got out of the car.

Not only the participating film crews knew about the film festival's "unspoken rules," but the reporters did too.

Therefore, 70% of the film crews that come here receive awards.

"Ye! Come on! Answer a question!"

"Crystal! May I ask who you are?"

"Tony, Tony!"

Fortunately, staff members stopped a few people, and everyone managed to enter the venue safely.

"That was terrifying!" Chen Zhixi patted her chest, completely surprised that she almost couldn't even get into the Film Festival Palace.

"These are the top three after all!" Ye Chong replied, then locked in his seats and led everyone to the waiting area to sit down.

"What number are we going to perform?"

Chen Zhixi thought for a moment, then held up two fingers: "Second to last!"

"Is the last one, 'Brokeback Mountain,' right?"

Chen Zhixi neither confirmed nor denied the statement.

Yifei blinked curiously: "Isn't the finale the second to last?"

"That's what they call the program for the gala."

Ye Chong leisurely crossed his legs and began to explain in detail to his wife: "First is the closing ceremony film red carpet, which this time is the red carpet before the screening of 'Perhaps Love', then the movie will be shown, and finally, the awards ceremony red carpet and awards ceremony will take place in the last two and a half hours. So let's wait, we'll have to wait until about 8:40."

"Ugh—" Yifei covered her face in distress. "I have to wait another half hour, it's so long—"

Ye Chong's eyebrows twitched, and he quietly leaned close to her ear, "Do your feet hurt? Do you need a massage? Dear elder sister."

Yifei smirked, glaring at him sideways. "That's a reward and a prize for you. You can't just use it lightly—I mean, kick it! Unless you win the prize tonight!"

"It's a deal! A beautiful lady's word is her bond!"

Ye Chong hooked his little finger, and his eyebrows practically danced.

Yifei was both amused and exasperated. Looking at his excited expression, she shook her head speechlessly.

Oh, you little man, your lustful heart is now blatantly obvious!

but----

If you win the prize, why not let you play with it?

After thinking it over, Yifei raised her little finger and hooked it with his.

"What's done is done!"