Wang Sicong simply fell asleep.

I don't even know when I fell asleep.

After Si Wei finished scraping, Xu Xin "checked the results."

The two of them looked at the dense red dots on his back, and Xu Xin said:

“It seems to be working very well.”

"Um."

Si Wei is obviously very satisfied with her masterpiece.

As for whether it will take effect, that will have to happen tomorrow morning.

Xu Xin helped him bring the pillow to his head, and Apple also found a sweater, covered Wang Sicong's back, and finally folded the quilt over him.

This counts as living together.

Everyone retreated together.

Xu Xin yawned lazily:

"Good night, go to bed early."

After saying that, he went back to the room directly.

He was indeed so sleepy that he didn't even bother to wash his face. Taking advantage of this sleepiness, he threw himself onto the bed and closed his eyes.

…

As soon as I woke up, the 64th Cannes Film Festival began. (Note 1)

Including the Palais du Cinema, all cinemas in Cannes are open, and a total of 49 works are shown in rotation, bringing a feast of screens to the Cannes tourists who come here.

9:30 am.

Xu Xin, who was not too tired from jet lag, saw Wang Sicong downstairs wearing beach shorts, a white shirt and big sunglasses.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?"

As he spoke, he looked at his friend's chin.

Not to mention...

Gua Sha is indeed a magical tool for reducing inflammation.

His boils have begun to turn white, and the inflammation area is much smaller than yesterday.

Obviously, when the white tip appears, the fire is gone.

"I didn't even know when you left last night."

Wang Sicong sighed to Xu Xin while eating toast:

"But it was so comfortable to sleep this time... Do you want to eat? Can I order one for you?"

"good."

Soon, a cup of coffee, a French breakfast of toast, scrambled eggs, and fish stew arrived.

While the two were eating, they saw Tang Yan, who had applied very delicate makeup, come to the restaurant.

Xu Xin raised his hand, and Tang Yan quickly walked over.

"Director Xu, Brother Cong, morning."

"Good morning. Have you had breakfast?"

After Xu Xin asked, Wang Sicong also asked:

"Where's Seventh Brother?"

"Brother Seven has left. She has an interview this morning. She went to record the interview at early 8 o'clock in the morning."

With that said, Tang Yan turned to look at Xu Xin:

"Director Xu, I also have a magazine interview at noon. Regarding the movie...is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"No, just don't spoil the plot."

"I see."

Tang Yan responded.

Wang Sicong, who had already finished eating and was drinking coffee, asked:

"What are you going to do later?"

"Attend a charity luncheon and donate some money to children in Africa."

"...Is this the beginning?"

"That's right."

Xu Xin shrugged helplessly:

"Charitable, caring, dedicated to public welfare, and safeguarding the rights and interests of filmmakers... I will gradually start to get involved in these superficial tasks and start to gain international influence. Today, I conservatively estimate that I can't make out more than 100,000 or 200,000 euros."

Come."

The things he mentioned were all activities that he would participate in after researching them with the factory.

The entire Cannes Film Festival is a gluttonous feast for movie fans, but for these directors, investors, distribution companies, etc., it is like a big social dance.

When no one called him in Venice, it was because he was not qualified enough.

But now that he has won the Best Director, it means that he has the qualifications to be recognized internationally, and he must start to develop connections and influence.

Even if he feels that these influences are useless.

But it cannot be without it.

Because you don’t have it, others have it. Then when everyone talks about your work, you will be at a disadvantage.

What's more, the factory also needs a brand new business card.

In the eyes of foreigners, it is the new business card of the "Chinese-language film director class".

As for how this business card can have prestige, popularity, and even the status of people like Wu Yusen and Li Yu... then it needs to be accumulated from scratch.

Therefore, no matter what works he brings to future film festivals, his private schedule will only get busier and busier.

When the status is high enough, he himself is a benign industrial chain.

and……

These are the rules of the game in the Western world.

Chinese-language films need to return to the international stage, and the current international stage is governed by Western rules.

Have to do it.

Even if he doesn't care in his heart, it's internal, and Xu Xin doesn't care. Externally, he has an obligation and must, like other outstanding directors, use the rules they set to shoulder the heavy responsibility of promoting Chinese films.

Wear shackles to dance.

Even more dancing than a cow.

Wang Sicong obviously understood this. After nodding slightly, he looked at Tang Yan:

"Sister Tang, will you be free to watch the opening movie later?"

"No, I will meet Sister Ji after breakfast. She is here with a photographer and wants to take a few sets of photos to send to the country."

After saying that, Tang Yan tentatively asked Xu Xin:

"Director Xu, Sister Ji would like to invite you to dinner..."

"We are all one family, so why are you so polite? As long as I am here, you can come to me at any time."

After taking the reassurance, Tang Yan's smile became brighter.

Xu Xin then asked Wang Sicong:

"Are you going to see "Midnight in Paris" soon?"

"Yeah, I'm different from you. You are all busy people, I'm just here to have fun. So..."

Drink the coffee in one gulp:

"See you later."

He took out a few 20 euro bills from his wallet and put them on the table.

He invited me to have this meal.

…

Unlike Xu Xin, Wang Sicong does not need a translator here.

Although he is not proficient in French, he has no problem expressing simple meanings and understanding them. What's more, there are many people in Cannes who can speak English.

He doesn't even need a driver.
To be continued...