classifiedscript Chapter 475 Before the Expedition
Chapter 475 Before the Expedition
At 5 PM, the official Weibo account of the Beijing Film Academy reposted the news of the Venice Film Festival nomination, with the caption, "Congratulations to our outstanding alumnus, director Fu Yibai, on another great achievement!"
Half an hour later, the official Weibo account of the Central Academy of Drama next door also reposted it, with the caption omitting "our school" from the Beijing Film Academy's post, leaving only "Congratulations to Director Fu Yibai".
In the comments section, someone asked if the person behind the official Weibo account of the Central Academy of Drama was jealous, to which the official account replied with a smiling emoji.
Kunshan, by Yangcheng Lake.
Fu Yibai was sitting on a rattan chair on the third-floor terrace of the postpartum care center when he saw these messages.
The Weibo trending topics list on my phone screen has been completely flooded with posts about him, with five out of ten being related to him.
He turned his phone screen to show Yang Rong, who was leaning against another recliner next to him, covered with a thin blanket. Zhao Ning, who had just finished breastfeeding, was fast asleep on her chest.
Yang Rong glanced at the screen and smiled.
Are you confident?
"Of course."
However, what netizens are saying isn't wrong. I do have too many awards now, and Venice might consider that and therefore not award me the highest prize.
"Really? What should we do then?"
"There's no other way but to spend a lot of money on public relations."
Even if we don't win the Golden Lion, we should still give the Best Actress award to Binbin.
Anyway, I don't really care about these awards.
Right now, you are the ones I care about most.
Fu Yibai looked at Yang Rong with deep affection.
"Smooth-talking~"
Yang Rong gave him a reproachful look, gently poking his arm with her fingertip, but couldn't hide the gentle smile on her lips.
Liu Yan came out of the living room, carrying two cups of freshly brewed red date and longan tea.
She looked a little fuller than before she gave birth. She wore a loose cotton-linen dress, her hair was casually tied back, and a few stray strands fell down her side.
She handed one of the cups to Yang Rong and placed the other on the small round table in front of Fu Yibai.
"What are you talking about?"
"Let's talk about trending topics."
Liu Yan sat down on the recliner next to Yang Rong.
"Is Jingchen asleep?"
"Yes, I just got her to sleep."
"When do you plan to leave for Venice?"
Liu Yan picked up the jujube tea and took a sip.
"Flying on the 28th, the film festival opens on the 31st."
"I can stay with you for another ten days or so."
Yang Rong looked down at Zhao Ning in her arms. The little guy was unconsciously clutching her collar in his sleep, with a trace of milk stain on the corner of his mouth.
She gently wiped away the white mark with her finger, then looked up at Fu Yibai and said.
"Go do your thing. We have a postpartum nanny here, and Mom comes over every few days. You don't need to stay here every day."
"It's okay. Something's come up at the company. Sister Qi and the others will contact me."
After sunbathing on the terrace for a while, Fu Yibai helped the two women back to their room to rest.
After the two women went to sleep, Fu Yibai took out his phone and called Wang Peng to inquire about the situation at Venice Public Relations.
"Mr. Fu."
Wang Peng's voice came through the receiver, with the background sound of typing on a keyboard.
"Hmm, have you contacted the public relations department in Venice?"
"I've already contacted them."
"There is no limit to the public relations budget this time."
The main focus is on Best Picture and Best Actress.
"Also, try to contact Margaret; she has a wider network of connections in Europe than we do."
"clear."
Fu Yibai's days at the postpartum care center flew by.
Every morning she was woken up by Fu Jingchen's cries, and every night she fell asleep to the sweet scent of Fu Zhaoning's milk.
We've gradually figured out the two little ones' daily routines.
Zhao Ning is a textbook example of an angel baby. She eats and sleeps, and occasionally she can stare at the ceiling with her eyes open for half an hour.
Jingchen is a high-needs individual; he cries when he's hungry, he cries when he's full, and he cries even louder if you hold him too slowly. The nanny lost three pounds because of his antics.
On August 15th, Fu Jianlin and Li Hui arrived.
Li Hui brought a thermos of crucian carp soup to the postpartum care center.
She divided the soup among Yang Rong and Liu Yan, then hugged Fu Jingchen and spun him around in the living room, murmuring, "Grandma's little grandson."
Fu Jianlin sat by the crib and watched Fu Zhaoning for a long time. He then extended his index finger for his granddaughter to hold, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his face.
On August 25, Fu Yibai took Zhang Xinyu back to the company.
The rough cut of "Lucy" has been completed, but the soundtrack is still being polished.
Fu Yibai spent three hours in the editing room finalizing the editing plans for several key scenes, and then held a meeting with the music team to confirm the direction of the theme song.
Wang Peng delivered the Venice trip itinerary to his office.
Departing on August 28th, first flying to Milan, then transferring to the Lido Island in Venice.
The film festival opens on August 31, and the world premiere of "The Woman Who Left" is scheduled for the evening of September 3 in the main competition section.
The team consists of twelve people, including Fu Yibai, Fan Binbin, Zhang Xinyu, Wang Peng, photographer Lao Wu, and several core technical staff. Margaret will meet them in Venice.
"The public relations team is all in place."
Margaret went to Venice a week early and had already made arrangements with the judges.
The jury president this time is Darren Aronofsky, who has always admired your films.
Fu Yibai nodded and put the itinerary into the drawer.
On the evening of August 27, Fu Yibai had his last dinner with Yang Rong and Liu Yan at the postpartum care center.