socalfunplaces Chapter 482 Venice Film Festival
Chapter 482 Venice Film Festival
He's only in his early thirties.
Wang Zhonglei put down his coffee cup.
"We can still film for at least another twenty years."
How many more awards can he win in the next twenty years?
A second Oscar? A second Cannes win? Who knows?
"This is not the worst part."
Wang Zhongjun turned the computer screen around so that Wang Zhonglei could see the comments section under the announcement posted on Chenxi Media's official Weibo account.
In the comments section, artists under Chenxi Entertainment reposted and congratulated one after another, forming a neat and orderly formation like a well-trained army.
"Look at these celebrities."
Deng Chao, Huang Bo, Fan Binbin, Yang Mi, Tang Yan, Hu Jing, Zeng Li, Qin Lan, Liu Yifei, Shu Chang, Guo Zhenni, Chen Xiao, Lei Jiayin, Wang Baoqiang...
He manages more than half of the most talented and commercially valuable actors of the middle and new generations in China.
This doesn't even include the new talents and directors under his wing.
"Moreover, what's most frightening is his business acumen and vision."
Chenxi was upgraded from a small studio to a company in 03.
Look at the sunrise now.
With cinemas, video platforms, games, technology, and investment, he no longer holds just a film company, but a complete cultural industry ecosystem.
From upstream IP incubation to downstream theatrical distribution, from online video platforms to offline merchandise development, he covers the entire industry chain.
Wang Zhonglei gave a wry smile upon hearing this.
"When he reduced his holdings of Huayi shares last year, we thought he was cashing out."
It seems they simply looked down on Huayi's size.
In the conference room at Fiber Optic Media's headquarters, Wang Changtian and several senior executives of Fiber Optic were having a meeting.
"After Fu Yibai won the Golden Lion this time, all companies in the industry will have to readjust their perception of him."
Wang Changtian stood in front of the whiteboard, holding a marker in his hand.
"We used to treat him as a top director, then as the boss of a film and television company, and later as the head of a cultural industry group."
Now--"
He wrote four words on the whiteboard.
"An industry benchmark."
Several executives nodded in unison.
"Whether it's Han Shanping from China Film Group, Wang Zhongjun from Huayi Brothers Media Group, or any of us here, what we're all fighting for is nothing more than the allocation of resources and the right to speak within the industry."
Wang Changtian turned around and drew a large circle on the whiteboard with a marker.
"But Fu Yibai is now standing in a position that has gone beyond this circle."
His competitors are no longer domestic film and television companies, but the six major international film studios.
His goal is not domestic market share, but international market influence.
He paused.
"Our partnership with Dawn will only become more and more important in the future."
Because what Chenxi holds in his hands is the key to the international market.
Whoever can catch the ride of dawn will be able to enter the global market.
Anyone who can't get into Dawn's system will only be able to compete fiercely in the domestic market.
"So what's our strategy going forward?"
"A senior executive asked."
"Strengthen cooperation with Chenxi and strive for more co-production projects."
At the same time, we are accelerating our own content development.
Wang Changtian wrote the abbreviation of "Dawn" below the four characters "Industry Flagship," then drew a line from "Dawn" and wrote "We" at the other end.
Han Shanping's office at China Film Group.
Han Shanping was much calmer than Wang Zhongjun and Wang Changtian.
"Xiao Li, help me draft a congratulatory letter to General Manager Fu of Chenxi Media."
Let's use more formal language and include the significance of winning the Venice Golden Lion and having all three of Europe's top awards.
After you finish writing it, show it to me first, and then I'll send it out in my own name.
"Yes, Mr. Han."
Meanwhile, it was 2 p.m. local time in Venice.
Fu Yibai finished his interview with CCTV Movie Channel and came out of the hotel conference room.
Zhang Xinyu handed him a bottle of water, which he took and drank a sip of before leaning against the wall in the corridor and closing his eyes.
"Mr. Fu, there's another interview with Phoenix TV coming up at 3:30."
Following the interview, a small celebratory dinner was held, arranged by Margaret, primarily for several key members of the film festival jury and representatives from several European distribution companies.
"OK."
At 6:30 p.m., the celebration banquet was held at a Michelin one-star Italian restaurant on Lido Island.
Margaret booked the entire second-floor terrace of the restaurant, from which one can directly see the sunset over the Adriatic Sea.
Jury Chairman Aronofsky attended the celebration banquet with several judges.
He clinked glasses with Fu Yibai, and the two stood by the railing on the terrace, facing the sea, and chatted for nearly half an hour.
Wang Peng was surrounded by representatives from several European distribution companies, discussing the European distribution plans for "The Woman Who Left".
As the celebration banquet drew to a close, the sun had completely sunk below the horizon of the Adriatic Sea.
The lights on the terrace came on, casting a warm yellow glow on the white tablecloth. The sea breeze was a bit cooler than during the day.
Fan Binbin broke free from the crowd and walked to Fu Yibai's side.
She placed her empty champagne glass on the table, leaned against the railing, and took a deep breath facing the sea.
"When are we going back to China?"
"Let's do it tomorrow. We'll leave the European side to Mr. Wang."
We'll go back to China first.