Qin Guan was born in the 1980s. He was a mature middle-aged man. He was not arrogant or complacent. If he was asked to participate in the Best Actor Award, it would be like a child's play.
The Asian Outstanding Contribution Award was the only award he could win.
Even if he didn't get the award this time, he would still get it at a film festival in 10 or 20 years.
Why didn't he take advantage of the fact that he was still in the prime of his life and was on the rise to have the support of the entire Asia behind him, adding firewood to his momentum and establishing his reputation as the world's top actor?
Times create heroes, and the Japanese were one of the countries that worshipped heroes the most.
Therefore, the crazy factor burst forth in every member of the film committee!
Qin Guan had won the award with a high approval rate from the judges.
On the stage, Qin Guan's speech was no longer suitable for the ceremony.
While everyone was still in shock, no one below the stage cared about what this person said on the stage.
Everyone was thinking about what kind of explosive news this award would bring, and what kind of benefits they could reap from this wave of news.
After thanking everyone, Qin Guan waved the golden cherry blossom trophy in his hand. Everyone stood up and cheered for him.
Because this award was worthy of everyone doing such a thing, and because the person on the stage could make people cheer for him wholeheartedly.
Yamaguchi Tsutomu, who was watching Qin Guan in front of the TV, pressed the button. The tense atmosphere made the people around her think that they were hallucinating.
"The Tokyo Film Festival has good taste."
Accompanied by the girl's last sigh, just like the screen of the TV, it signaled the end of a legendary video.
The thunderous applause would eventually come to an end, just like the Tokyo Film Festival. Even though it had set off the biggest bomb before the end of the year, it would still come to an end eventually.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia On the bus, Qin Guan recovered from his surprise. Wang was speechless, holding the cherry blossom trophy and the fortune bag Yamaguchi Tsutomu had thrown at her.
Is it because of the blessing?
The film festival became popular, but Qin Guan and his team would face a storm in the entertainment circle the next day.
Early the next morning, Wang Liying booked the earliest flight to Beijing. She wanted to go back early so that she could deal with the storm caused by various entertainment media.
As expected, not long after Qin Guan returned home, Wang rushed to Shuangjing in a hurry.
Nothing changed in the office. Wang Liying, who was still dragging her luggage, was stunned when she saw Xue Wanyi sitting behind the desk leisurely.
"Sister Xue, did you announce the news about the Tokyo Film Festival?"
"It's out?"
"Is there any bad news or negative influence?"
Looking at Wang Liying's worried face, Xue Wanyi's last bit of worry was put to rest.
This young manager really cared about his artists wholeheartedly. As a former manager who was already in charge of the company's business and involved in the general direction of the company, he could finally relax.
She gestured for Wang to sit down and shared Qin Guan's old secrets with her.
For example, she told Wang about the members of the first fan club and the background of the president of the Tokyo Fan Club. He didn't forget to tell her about his life-saving act in New York.
Then, a dozen reports from the mainstream Japanese media, as well as the latest editions of Chinese newspapers and websites, were handed to Wang Liying together with all the information.
After learning the final secret, the young manager was even more shocked.
For the first time, she understood why such controversial and topical news did not cause any uproar in Japan.
Everyone was praising the Tokyo Film Festival in unison, regardless of whether they represented the right-wing or the left-wing media.
This was simply the support of a country. At a time when they were fighting a common enemy, this country actually had such a strong unity.
Even if it was black, they would still claim that it was white, because the Japanese had said so and done so.
That kind of unreasonable method was perfect for Qin Guan to win an award.
On the contrary, some small countries in Southeast Asia, Taiwan and South Korea began to complain about the award.
There was only one thing they were discussing. What was the ultimate meaning of the Outstanding Contribution Award?
Was it an award for retirement based on seniority, or was it an award based on need, a heavyweight award where the more one worked, the more one would get?
Their discussion was in full swing, while the Chinese media remained motionless.
No matter how comprehensive your analysis was, Qin Guan had already won the award. He couldn't take it back.
With the official acknowledgement and the support of the entire Chinese fan base, those who were jumping up and down like clowns could only return empty-handed.
The Pusan Film Festival, which had ended a week before the Tokyo Film Festival, was the most unwilling to accept the news.
Thanks to the rise of the Korean Wave in the past few years, not only in Asia, but also in the European and American music circles, Korean fans had started to grow.
The local film festival, which had been held a little earlier than the Tokyo Film Festival, had tried its best to expand its influence.
For example, they had questioned the Tokyo Film Festival. After all, it was the last international film award to be held at the 9A level.
For example, they had ridiculed the Japanese entertainment circle, saying that the era dominated by Japanese TV series and fashion was gone forever.
They had also ridiculed the Japanese people's aesthetics and pretentiousness. The Pusan Film Festival had done everything they could to discredit the Tokyo Film Festival.
They had thought that as the influence of the Korean entertainment circle grew, the Pusan Film Festival would eventually replace the Tokyo Film Festival and become the new leader of the Asian film circle.
Yesterday, however, the scene at the Tokyo Film Festival had made all their efforts go back to square one.
PS: Meng Feiyang's "Becoming a God in a Dream"
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