The sea of people formed by the audience stretched from the stage to the castle villa building dozens of meters away, spreading out in a fan shape.
Sitting at the front were the hundred or so members of the Oscar committee. Chen Guang nodded to Old James and the others in the crowd, whose eyes were shining.
The crowd spread out on both sides. Many of them were celebrities from all walks of life that he had met in Brosnan's Café that day.
Chen Guang even saw Bravo and Waltzman, the two big bosses of Prince's laboratory, in the crowd. Oh, and the heads of other scientific research institutions who have been arguing with Zhuo Jingsi recently.
Other people, counting from here to the distance, were densely packed. Unknowingly, the place had been filled with nearly 20,000 people.
Chen Guang glanced at the various cameras again. He thought to himself, there should be about 200 million viewers around the world right now, right?
Then, this means that on average, one person in every thirty people in the world is watching the live broadcast of his stage play.
According to the principle of word of mouth, as long as today is over, then the whole world will be shocked by his talent, especially his talent in acting!
I only have one goal, and that is to make everyone who wants to watch movies or TV surrender from the bottom of their hearts and recognize that I, Chen Guang, am the strongest performing artist in the history of mankind!
"Thank you, thank you everyone! Thank you everyone! Thank you! "
Chen Guang finally spoke. He was full of energy and his pronunciation was perfect.
This sentence was said in English, and it was a very pleasant, noble, and elegant medieval aristocratic accent.
Across the ocean, Jin Shiyue and Jiang Yage clenched their fists tightly, looking very nervous.
"Sister Shiyue, what are you nervous about?"
"Yage, I'm nervous about what you're nervous about."
"I think he's going to start showing off. He's happy."
"Oh my god, where did you learn such rude words!"
"You can't blame me. Didn't he read online novels from time to time some time ago? I also read his book and accidentally learned it. But this word is very suitable to describe him now! Aren't you the same? "
"No, I'm just thinking that once he reveals his identity, the Oscar will be in the bag. I'm happy for him."
Old James and the other members of the World Party held their breath. They knew that the real Master, who had been neglected and prejudiced recently because of his skin color and personality, was about to reveal his true face to the world.
When that time came, he really wanted to see how Fred and the others would react.
I'll definitely go to Donard's house and drink all the wine he's hiding. This is his punishment!
Madame Joshtam had brought back a copy of World Faction early in the morning. No wonder Donald had been hiding and refused to leave the house. He must have been studying it wholeheartedly.
Previously, everyone was worried about his safety and repeatedly called him, but he was always secretive and refused to confess.
He was clearly selfish!
He must have decided to run naked because he sincerely recognized Chen Guang's artistic achievements and felt guilty.
If you had told us earlier, we wouldn't have treated such a great artist like that!
Do you want us to become negative examples in the history of art?
We've been ruined by you!
As for those who didn't know Blake's true identity, the doubts that had been hidden in their hearts were getting stronger. Who was this Mr. Blake who was like a gift from God to mankind?
On the other end, Chen Guang finally spoke again. "I know that many of you have all kinds of guesses about my identity. That's right, I'm not Blake. This is just an alias that I came up with. "
Everyone listened attentively. He was finally going to reveal the answer!
On the stage, Chen Guang grinned before he took a deep breath and spoke in a different language, "Let's not talk about this matter anymore," Chen Guang said.
"Thank you all! My friends from China, remember to like and follow me. Double click 666! "
Pfft!
Big Beard Deng, who was overwhelmed with emotions, was forcing himself to drink water to suppress his shock. When he heard that, he spat a mouthful of tea onto Yang Xi's face.
Jiang Yage fell to the ground. "I knew he could speak Chinese, but your Northeastern accent is too abrupt!"
Jin Shiyue covered her mouth and laughed. "Isn't that his style?"
When the Huaxia people heard the standard Northeastern dialect, how could they not know that this golden-haired young man was one of them? They cheered.
On the other hand, the European and American audiences were bewildered.
"What?"
"What does that mean?"
"Is that Chinese? Can someone translate it for me? "
"Mr. Johnson, I've learned a little bit."
"Booker, go ahead."
"The first sentence is to thank you all, three grams of oil. The second sentence is … Old Iron Block from China? "
"What? Old Iron Block? What does that mean? "
"It's probably an old antique that shows respect and gratitude to others. The second sentence is to ask people to like it. Yes, like it, then follow him. Just like how we follow Taylor Swift's Twitter. The last sentence is to ask people to hit six! Hit six in a row! "
Poor Mr. Johnson. He had no idea what his secretary, Booker, had translated. Maybe even Booker himself didn't know.
But on the stage, Chen Guang suddenly turned around and took a towel from Elma Watson. The towel was soaked in makeup remover.
He had to perform a big face change and turn Blake into Wright Chen in a second.
The silicone prosthesis on his nose bridge was a little tight. It would take at least half an hour to remove his makeup.
But it didn't matter. The skin of the Earth Sauce Bomber was very durable.
His makeup removal was a skill. Force could create miracles.
Under the dazed gaze of countless people, Chen Guang smiled and slowly covered his face with the towel.
Swoosh!
Chen Guang's face on the cover of 'World School of Performing Arts' and the poster of 'Women' had suddenly appeared in front of everyone in an extremely sudden manner!
Under the night sky, his blond hair fluttered in the wind. His smile was so special.
Below the stage, there was a lot of wailing.
The first to bear the brunt was not President Fred, but William Jones, who was hiding in the crowd, Chen Guang's best competitor for the Oscars.
"Oh! God! My God! Why! Why is it him! "
William Jones held his head in his hands and screamed. He couldn't control his emotions at all.
On the other side, Bent Afflett wasn't much better than William.
At this time, the lead of July, a three-time Oscar nominee for Best Actor, and a double winner of the Berlin Film Festival and the Paris Film Festival, was slowly squatting on the ground with a red face.
He was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to find a hole to hide in. At this time, his mind was full of the first time he met the Chinese, Chen Guang, and the mockery he had made at Chen Guang in the coffee shop next to the Handprint Wall Square outside the Huaxia Theater.
Every mockery he had given to Chen Guang had now become a knife in Bent Afflett's hand that stabbed into his heart.
How stupid and ignorant must I be to say something like that to him?
Brosnan also stood up, shouting hysterically like a madman.
"I knew it was him! I knew Blake was Blake, and Blake was Wright! The God of Piano! The God of Performing Arts! "
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