This time, the movie Zhang Qiurui filmed was the later French movie "Love".
This film tells the story of two retired music teachers who are over 80 years old and still in love with each other.
It wasn't until his wife fell ill that their love began to face its biggest test.
It deeply explores the delicate relationship between love, aging and death.
In later years, this film not only won the Palme d'Or, but also won the Global and Oscar Best Foreign Language Film Awards, the French César Awards for Best Actor and Best Actress, the Best Director Award and many other honors.
It's just a killing spree.
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"Godfather, who is this woman? It's such a big event that you three need to pick her up in person."
"Along and Jinbao, you two are back. That person is Director Zhang Qiurui from the mainland. He came to the company to discuss co-producing a movie." When Ho Kwun-chang saw Cheng Long and Hong Jingbao, a kind smile appeared on his face.
"Could it be the mainland director who won the Best Director Award and Best Supporting Actress Award at Cannes?" Hong Jingbao remembered something, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked with a bit of uncertainty in his tone.
"It's her." He Guanchang nodded slightly with an approval look on his face.
"She is so young, and she has won major awards at three major film festivals? Godfather, is there a role suitable for us? Is there any chance for us to work together?" Cheng Long's dream is to enter the international market and Hollywood.
Meeting a director who has won such an international honor, I naturally felt envious and my eyes sparkled with anticipation for cooperation.
"Along, don't worry, there's still a long way to go.
The movie directed by Zhang this time is not suitable for you. The characters are all older and the whole film revolves around the themes of love, aging and death.
There are no dramatic scenes at all; it's a proper romance." He Guanchang watched the light on Cheng Long's face dim for a moment, patted him on the shoulder, and continued earnestly.
"Is this a film that is competing in the three major film festivals? It's a rare opportunity to watch a director who has won awards at the three major film festivals filming. Mr. Zou, can you arrange for me to join Director Zhang's crew to learn?" Hong Jingbao next to him interrupted and asked.
"I'm going too." Cheng Long followed.
"You just finished filming a movie, and we were planning to give you a break. Since you want to go to Director Zhang's crew to learn, then go.
Remember, you're here to learn. If you have anything to say, keep it to yourself and speak in private. Follow the director's instructions." Zou Wenhuai was almost ready to start giving orders.
"We know."
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"Director Zhang, this is the business card I was looking for yesterday. It belongs to an editor-in-chief of Warner Bros. I hope it will be helpful in distributing your novel overseas." After leaving Golden Harvest, Jiang Zhiqiang handed Zhang Qiurui a business card.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang. I'd like to stroll around Hong Kong casually. I'll take a taxi back later." Zhang Qiurui took the business card and put it in his pocket.
"Okay, if you encounter any problems, you can report my name, Jiang Zhiqiang, or Zou Wenhuai, Ho Kwun-chang, or Liang Feng. At least in this small piece of Hong Kong, I have some face." Jiang Zhiqiang hesitated to speak, as if he was not sure if Zhang Qiurui was alone.
"Thank you, Mr. Jiang." Zhang Qiurui smiled and nodded at Jiang Zhiqiang, then randomly chose a direction and walked away.
The wind from the Hong Kong River, carrying a slight smell of the sea and the hustle and bustle of the city, gently brushed across Zhang Qiurui's face.
"You two follow Director Zhang and protect her safety. Try not to be discovered by her. Contact me if anything happens." After Zhang Qiurui left, Jiang Zhiqiang immediately ordered his two personal bodyguards.
The two bodyguards nodded in agreement upon hearing this, and then followed Zhang Qiurui silently. They kept a certain distance, so that Zhang Qiurui would not feel uncomfortable being followed, while ensuring a quick response at the critical moment.
Jiang Zhiqiang still has to rely on Zhang Qiurui to make money by filming movies, so naturally he will not let her encounter any accidents in Hong Kong.
After leaving Golden Harvest, Zhang Qiurui randomly picked a direction and wandered aimlessly in the bustling streets of Hong Kong.
On both sides of the street, tall buildings stand in rows, cars and people are coming and going, and it is very lively.
Soon Zhang Qiurui arrived at a park newsstand at a corner.
The roof of the newsstand was slightly tilted, blocking the occasional sunlight in the summer afternoons and providing a rare shaded area for passers-by. Many people were standing or sitting nearby, reading newspapers and magazines.
Even when they are excited, they will discuss with each other for a few minutes, their faces filled with excitement and satisfaction.
Zhang Qiurui was attracted by the leisurely atmosphere and walked over involuntarily. His eyes wandered among the dazzling array of magazines and newspapers in the newsstand, and finally landed on a copy of Ming Pao.
"Uncle, how much is a copy of this Ming Bao?" Zhang Qiurui said to an old man with gray hair but vigorous spirit.
The old man was sorting the newly arrived newspapers with his head down, wearing a pair of reading glasses on his nose, and looked particularly focused.
"It's two dollars a copy today. This issue of Ming Pao has the world's number one published novel, so it's one dollar more expensive than previous issues of Ming Pao." The old man said without even looking up.
"Can Ming Pao increase its selling price based on the number of novels published by writers?" Zhang Qiurui said with some surprise.
"Why not? He's a famous writer, his novels are good, and they have a lot of readers, so they're naturally more popular and more expensive.
"Little girl, have you just arrived in Hong Kong?" The old man finally raised his head and looked at Zhang Qiurui.
"I just arrived a few days ago. Uncle, besides the world's number one, which other writer has published a novel in Ming Pao that would allow Ming Pao to raise its prices?" Zhang Qiurui asked curiously.
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