A large number of foreign media and newspapers were reporting about Qin Guan's prize.
According to the news from North America and Europe, the foreign media all highly praised the Tokyo Film Festival.
It was a fair and just award, which represented the highest standard of Asian films.
The Japanese judges were strict, so Qin Guan was the youngest winner of the Outstanding Contribution Award in history.
Movies shouldn't be mixed with emotions. Instead, they should calmly consider the awards from the point of view of the film itself.
The Tokyo Film Festival has done that. It is a film festival worthy of our respect. It is a film festival that belongs to Asia.
Look, look, look. This was the consensus of the foreign media.
It was because Qin Guan had won the award.
If any other unknown young actor had won the award, they would have been ridiculed by the whole Asian film industry.
Qin Guan was sleeping soundly at home. He felt like he belonged at home.
The dining table outside the house was fastened with an insulating hedge. When he woke up, he would be able to drink a bowl of warm millet porridge that belonged to the Cong Family.
His pride as an idol was fermenting on Qin Guan's official website and Weibo. Wang took pictures of the beautiful trophies and made them into a beautiful album on Qin Guan's Weibo.
Golden cherry blossoms fluttered among the silver palm leaves. The gigantic sail board and the silver seashells that he accidentally discovered were all displaying the beauty of the waves and the beach.
Behind the solemn Hua Biao was a small bear. The award and the man...
A golden ball and a few people formed the theme of the world.
Everything was so shocking.
Everyone was calculating the cost of a grand slam for Qin Guan, only to find that he had already completed more than half of it.
From this end of the Earth to the other end of the Earth, he had gotten what he wanted. There were only a few things left, and it was still a long way off.
The keyboard warriors on the Internet started talking about the domestic economy, foreign strategy and how to win an Oscar for Qin Guan.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Qin Guan returned to his office leisurely.
After all, it was the end of the year. It was time to sort out this year's accounts and prepare for next year's plan.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat down in his office, he received a call from Wang. Before he could read anything, the private line in his office rang.
For Qin Guan, this was a job that would earn him a favor.
It was a formal job, so Qin Guan's phone wouldn't ring.
Qin Guan raised his eyebrows and signaled Wang to answer the call. He was a bystander behind his agent, so he eavesdropped on the short conversation.
"Hello, this is Lang Kun. Is Qin Guan there?"
Again?
Last time, he got it. This year, he wouldn't go even if he was beaten to death!
It was not a good feeling to spend the Spring Festival alone in front of a cold stove. Fame meant nothing to him, as he loved his family very much.
"Director Lang Kun, Qin Guan won't be able to attend the Spring Festival Gala this year. He is busy with work all year round. He can only spend the Spring Festival Gala with his family this year."
"You understand, right?"
I understand. If I don't go home every year, I'll resign as the chief director of the gala next year!
I'll go home too!
Wang apologized to the director politely, not knowing that her words would have such an effect. She realized that the old fox was cunning.
Lang Kun had contacted some directors who had worked with Qin Guan before. He knew Qin Guan's character very well, so he didn't want to do it for himself.
He had come at the request of an old friend, who had asked him to be a guest actor in a TV series.
Yes, a guest actor. He would only appear in one episode at most, and he would appear in the finale of the TV series.
How thick was the city wall? How dare they ask him to act as a guest actor in a TV series instead of a movie?
However, the director of the TV series was very confident.
Although it was a TV series, he had to know what kind of TV series it was.
First of all, it was a daily prime-time hit of the TV series channel.
Secondly, many famous TV and movie actors had cameos in this movie, and many of them were veteran actors.
Finally, the ratings of the TV series surpassed all the programs in 2006. No one could compete with it except for the news broadcast.
The name of the TV series was "My Own Swordsman".
The TV series had been shot on the simplest stage in the world, and a group of unknown actors had become well-known stars. It was a sitcom in ancient times.
At the moment when it was about to welcome the 80th episode finale, if it could invite a heavyweight star, it would be an explosive effect.
The overseas distribution of the TV series and the sale of the copyright would be a grand occasion.
The director of the TV series, Shang Jing, was proud of himself. Lang Kun had not taken advantage of Qin Guan by inviting him.
They complemented each other and benefited from each other.
However, Qin Guan's participation would be a great addition to his resume as a director and to the TV series.
That was why he had finally found Qin Guan and invited him.
The director was a practical man. He told Qin Guan the salary of a guest actor, which was not much. The TV series was a sitcom with a low budget.
Therefore, nobody had been as confident as the director. They had just called Qin Guan to give it a try. To their surprise, Qin Guan nodded at Wang.
Wang's agent answered sweetly, "Director Lang Kun, our agency is very sorry that we couldn't continue our cooperation because of the Spring Festival Gala."
"So, if we refuse such a small request, it would be too disrespectful."
"I heard that the TV series will be screened while filming. When will the finale be held? '
"Okay, at the end of the month. No problem. I'll spare some time for Qin Guan."
'Alright, don't worry. I'll check my email for your contact details.'
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