Chapter 760 OpeningThe scorching sun burned his skin, and Chen An jumped into the swimming pool. This time, there were not many blond haired girls wearing cool clothes. Just relax. Combing his wet hair back, Chen An leaned against the edge of the swimming pool. "Director, will you make another movie like La La Land?" Zhang Ruojun asked expectantly. Chen An looked at him and smiled: "Do you like it?" "Yeah." Zhang Ruojun nodded quickly. He is usually cheerful and can be considered an artistic young man. Leaning against the edge of the swimming pool, Zhang Ruojun began to hum "City of Stars", the theme song of "La La Land".

Zhang Zifeng on the side also sang along, and it seemed that he was also an audience of "La La Land". Wen Yongshan squinted his eyes, shook his head and clapped his hands, looking very cooperative. Chen An closed his eyes and listened, curling the corners of his mouth until the other party finished singing, then he said: “Probably not anymore.” It could be a coincidence, or maybe it was fate. "La La Land", which was originally supposed to participate in this year's Venice Film Festival, was absent due to Chen An's early filming. And I once again filled the former's position with "Parasite". The sea breeze blew across the faces of several people, it was a bit strong, ruffling their hair. On August 8, the annual grand Venice Film Festival officially opened. Chen An was invited to appear on the red carpet of the opening ceremony. Various media outlets were interviewing. "Chen, do you think you will complete your last step this time?" Many reporters asked this question with great anticipation. Many people came here because of this matter, to observe whether Chen An could complete this step that no one had ever completed. Chen An had a faint smile on his face: "Let's leave the choice to the judges." He couldn't give an answer. The difficulty of this step is not whether the movie is good or not, but whether people are willing to watch it. Although there is a domestic judge this time, Zhao Zhatian. But for Chen An, it makes no difference whether he has it or not. The chairman of the jury was Sam Mendes, whose work was snatched away by Chen An.

That work was "1917", which he adapted into "1937". After attending the opening ceremony of the film festival and the end of the movie screening, Chen An did not stay long. Zhang Songwen, who came with Chen An, was wearing a tailor-made suit and had his hair neatly combed. "Director Chen, with Zhao Zhatian here, do we still have a good chance?" "Song Wen, you've never done it." Chen An said, but then he held back: "The judges are the judges, but the real decision is made by the chairman of the jury." Unless he can be boycotted and sidelined by all the judges, but this has only happened once in Cannes. If the jury chairman pushes for the movies he supports, the other judges can't do anything about it. The two were walking on the way back to the hotel. The assistant bodyguard helped them fend off the persistent media and fans and quickly returned to the hotel. "Go and inform them that there will be a banquet in the evening. Let's go together." Chen An turned and spoke to Zhang Songwen. Just at the opening ceremony, he was invited by Mr. Barabe, the artistic director of the film festival, and he did not refuse. Zhang Songwen nodded, turned and left, not knowing whether everyone was in the hotel. As night fell, several main creators of the crew got in the car and set off together, except Zhang Zifeng. There is no need for children to follow. Some foreigners are perverted, so they should participate less. "Director, will the judges be here?" Zhang Ruojun asked the question that everyone wanted to ask. Chen An: "Who knows? You'll know when you get there." The car soon arrived at the destination, a gorgeous manor, not very big, but the decoration was very classical and gorgeous. Led by the waiter, we climbed the steps of the manor and walked into the house. The house didn't look big from the outside, but it was quite spacious inside, with a bit of the flavor of an ancient literary salon. There were sofas, guests, cigars, fine wine and beautiful women. A group of people sat in different corners and chatted with each other. Chen An knew many of the film producers among them and they were all old customers. Of course, there are also many directors and actors shortlisted for this year's Venice Film Festival. The venue was very lively, and Mr. Barabe was moving among the crowd. Several members of the jury were also present, although not all of them were present. But Zhao Zhatian's figure stood out, chatting with people in the crowd. Seeing Chen An and others appear, many people looked over, and Mr. Balabe came over with a glass of wine. "Chen, you are late."

Mr. Barabe stroked his carefully groomed beard and spoke happily. Chen An then picked up a glass of champagne from a tray held by a passing waiter and said, "Then I'll have a glass as a punishment?" He drank the amber wine in the glass in one gulp and then swished it. Mr. Balabei was very happy. He kept chatting with Chen An and thanked him for participating in the Venice Film Festival. While chatting, Chen An also introduced the people behind him to the other party and greeted them one by one. "I know Chen and I've seen his movies. They are both excellent actors." Mr. Balabei held them high in the air, making them unexpectedly happy. He chatted with Liang Jiahui for a while longer. This butt is well-known in France and is also somewhat famous in Italy. Compared with Zhang Songwen and several young people, Liang Jiahui, as a newly arrived core actor, is not as well-known internationally as Liang Chaowei and others, but he is also not comparable to the others. After chatting for a while, some film producers couldn't wait to come over. We are all acquaintances. Everyone present was very interested in Chen An's works. "I knew I could meet Director Chen here." I don't know when Zhao Zhetian came over with the wine in his hand. Chen An responded: "It's hard to refuse an invitation." Since the other party is here, communication is inevitable. "Director Chen's work is still so excellent, and the judges are very supportive." "Hahaha, this sounds like exciting news, but I still have to keep my expectations in mind." "no problem." Zhao Zhatian took out his wine glass and clinked it with Chen An. There was constant communication at the banquet, and Chen An was probably the most popular person in the venue. As soon as I finished chatting with one, another came up. Although Chen An’s last step is difficult, many people are still optimistic about it. The works that the other party received from the three major awards were all very good. Even if they couldn’t win the awards, as long as they could get here, they would definitely not be bad. After the dinner, everyone took a car back to the hotel. In the car, Zhang Ruojun leaned over like a silly dog ​​and said, "Director, didn't Sister Zhao just say that our work is very popular?" Chen An nodded: "Why, are you happy to hear this news?" "Of course. If I can win the Golden Lion, it will be enough for my life."

Zhang Ruojun looked expectant, and his exaggerated words made everyone laugh. However, he also expressed his understanding. After all, this is the Golden Lion Award, and every domestic film is counted. It seems that Chen An is just taking his last step, but it is also a rare opportunity for everyone else. Especially for Zhang Songwen and Liang Jiahui, this may be the only opportunity in their lifetime, the closest time to the three major international film emperors! "It's just something he said casually. Don't take it too seriously. The outcome is still unknown." The outcome is uncertain until the last moment. Besides, liking something doesn't necessarily mean I will vote for you. But Zhang Ruojun seemed to have heard nothing and was still full of expectations. He became even more excited after drinking some wine! Soon the car returned to the hotel, and several people got off and returned to their rooms. They needed to have a good rest late at night. (End of this chapter)