Qin Guan and Zhang Yimou arrived at the red carpet area. According to the requirements of the organizing committee, Zhang Yimou had to walk around the red carpet with the actors and go to the VIP area.
The main point was that the committee really had no other choice. The guest area was packed to the brim, and the media had been standing in the celebrity area for a long time.
If you didn't give them something to film, they might break through the fence and come to the guest area to collect materials. As a result, it became a particularly interesting phenomenon.
The staff of the organizing committee would stroll around the VIP area when they had nothing to do. Once they found a big shot who was slacking off, they would sneak into the crowd and drag her to the celebrity red carpet area.
They would make him or her walk around the VIP area before letting him or her go. If the C-list celebrities in the country were to find out about this, they would definitely beat their chests and stomp their feet.
You guys aren't leaving, but I want to leave.
Qin Guan and Zhang Yimou were standing at the beginning of the red carpet, waiting for the people in front of them to move away. Some second-rate stars were waiting outside the red carpet, waiting for the organizing committee to make a list so that they could get a chance to walk around.
That was when the stars started to show the power of Haute Couture. Because of the Iraq War, the stars had chosen black, grey and white gowns for the Oscars that year.
In a gown of the same color, how could one stand out? That would depend on the details.
He felt like a crane in a flock of chickens. After all, he was surrounded by people from the entertainment and fashion circles, so there were quite a few people who knew the business.
The look in their eyes spoke volumes about their envy and jealousy of Qin Guan's clothes.
While Qin Guan was being treated like a monkey, the stars behind him whispered to each other about his identity. Suddenly, a pleading voice came from the other side.
"You can even catch me like this. Fine, I'll leave, okay?" Catherine Zeta Jones tidied up her off-the-shoulder dress while grumbling to the staff.
The fair-skinned, beautiful, sexy and voluptuous actress was one of the most popular actors to win an Oscar this year.
She shrugged her shoulders and stood behind Qin Guan, holding her skirt up.
"A Chinese?"
Someone poked him in the back.
"Okay!" Qin Guan turned around and smiled.
"Best Foreign Language Film?"
"Yes …"
"Then you have no chance," Zeta Jones said bluntly. "The award ceremony was suddenly announced five days ago, and I didn't see your film at the promotion meeting a few months ago."
"Hmm, it's probably hopeless."
Qin Guan looked at Zhang Yimou unconsciously, only to find that he had already expected that.
The film "Chicago" was also produced by Miramax, and the other film "Gangs of New York" was also produced by Miramax.
It was not hard to imagine how much effort Miramax would put into a non-local movie like Hero.
Before Qin Guan could think about it, he and Zhang started walking down the red carpet at the direction of the assistant.
The host's introduction was heard in the semi-open field, "Zhang Yimou, the director of 'The Hero', and Qin Guan, the actor and director of the Chinese Best Foreign Film Competition.
"Director Zhang Yimou..."
Luckily, they finally told everyone the actor's name instead of his role. Thank you to the Oscars for giving them face.
Outside the venue, Sister Xue was so excited that she burst into tears. Then she saw Qin Guan step on the red carpet.
Qin Guan was no longer the relaxed guy who had been sitting on the roadside with a cucumber. When it came to work, he was like a different person.
People said that Zhang Yimou was one of the Chinese directors who didn't look shabby in suits. Anyone who had been to the red carpet would say that Qin Guan was the best Chinese man in a suit.
Among the foreign media, there was an indomitable figure. The website Xinlang, which had come to the Oscars at its own expense, focused all its news on "Hero".
Because of the limited conditions, they had only brought camera equipment. They didn't even have a video camera. Today, their only chance to take pictures and film was on the short red carpet.
"They're here, Director Zhang and the others are here. Get ready!"
Unlike the excitement of the Chinese media, after filming the Dutch actress, the foreign media decided to put down their cameras and take a break when they heard it was a foreign language film.
Their hands, which had been filming for a long time, were starting to feel a little sore. However, the foreign reporters hurriedly raised their cameras when they saw the group of people stepping onto the red carpet.
Two men walked side by side, one on the left and one on the right. This was supposed to be the most boring photo on the red carpet, but because of this Asian actor, the red carpet was full of uncertainty.
His trousers were like breathing skin. As he strode forward, his slender and straight legs caressed everyone's hearts.
The padded shoulders of his suit showed off his perfect figure. His pale shirt looked ferocious under the natural light.
The hand-made embroidery was a pattern of purple-gold flowers on his chest and under his black suit. As he walked forward, they looked like the purest sand on the beach, reflecting the silver light.
But even in this kind of outfit, the Asian actor's elegance was not suppressed. From the moment he walked past the media area, he perfectly tilted his body to the right.
In the camera, he raised his right hand and waved it at everyone under the light of the setting sun. He looked like an angel who had descended from the heavens, as pure as an angel.
His smile was like the sun, illuminating the whole hall and melting the hearts and bodies of everyone who saw his face.
"Director Zhang! Qin Guan is walking with him on the red carpet!"
The leading Chinese media finally captured the face of the only Chinese man on the red carpet.
PS: Up until now, I've paid off all my unpaid work. I'm planning to go on a trip to the vegetable market two streets away … The food at the wholesale market in the afternoon is relatively cheaper … Hehe.
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