There is still half a month left before Moonlight Girl’s concert starts in March.
At six in the evening, the Hollywood Theater was already bustling with activity, and the streets were filled with luxury cars. The lights came on, adding a warm, soft glow to this glamorous city.
Those big stars who used to only be seen on TV and in newspapers are now appearing here as if they were free.
The wind brought a refreshing coolness, but it still couldn't stop the female stars from wearing shorter and shorter skirts to show off their beauty.
Zhou Yiyang was standing outside a building, seemingly distracted.
"Mr. Zhou," a tall, handsome white man approached him. He looked at Zhou Yiyang respectfully, as if ready to grant any of Zhou Yiyang's requests. "The award ceremony will begin in an hour. You may enter."
Zhou Yiyang nodded and followed the white man onto the red carpet that looked ordinary but was currently being watched by countless people.
"Brother Yang, it's Brother Yang!"
In a villa in Shencheng, it was just dawn.
Nine o'clock in the morning is definitely considered early for Moonlight Girl.
Tang Yue yawned, as if she remembered that she had only slept for six hours, and she felt a little dazed.
But many people all over the country are taking time out of their busy schedules to watch this live broadcast.
The annual Oscar awards ceremony is about to begin.
Although every year there are video platforms that buy the copyright and broadcast the Oscars.
But for ordinary people, they don't care about this performance.
In their view, most of the nominated films here are just for Americans' own entertainment and have nothing to do with them.
But this year is different. Zhou Yiyang and his movie "Léon: The Professional" were nominated.
This even goes back a month.
The Golden Globe Awards, the most famous indicator of Oscar awards, did not nominate "Léon: The Professional" for Best Foreign Language Film.
When Zhou Yiyang heard about it, his reaction was very calm: "That's normal. After all, it's not the taste the judges like. I can understand why they didn't give it to me."
Bai Yangyu pursed his lips, clearly dissatisfied with the result. "But many of the films that win awards every year are of mediocre quality. There really aren't many good films. The Golden Globes and Oscars are primarily commercial awards."
"It doesn't matter," Zhou Yiyang said, unconcerned about the award. After all, the audience had already invested heavily in their favorite films, so the critics' opinions were irrelevant. "It's just an award. Besides, I'm still young and I'll continue to make films. Who knows, maybe I'll win one!"
"They just think you're Chinese," Bai Yangyu snorted, looking very dissatisfied with the result. "That's why they don't want you to win this award. It's disgusting just thinking about it! Why should a film award be associated with these things?"
Since the Golden Globe Awards, Zhou Yiyang has not paid any attention to this year's Oscars.
But he really didn't expect that the Oscars would give him a surprise in the end, and "Léon: The Professional" received three nominations.
Best Foreign Language Film, Best Visual Effects, Best Art Direction.
The latter two are just extras, and the audience doesn’t care much about them. But the first one is still of great concern to the majority of netizens.
If "Léon: The Professional" wins, it will be the first Chinese film to win the Best Foreign Language Film award.
After this nomination appeared, it indeed caused a huge discussion online.
Domestic netizens are almost all congratulating and happy:
"Mr. Zhou is so amazing! He's been nominated for an Oscar? He's only made a few movies!"
"No wonder people in the industry have always called Zhou Yiyang Director Zhou. They must think that Zhou Yiyang's talent in filmmaking is very strong."
"I can't believe it! Back then, so many people thought Mr. Zhou was just playing around, but who could have imagined he would actually make so many great movies? He's incredible!"
"As expected of Mr. Zhou, this man is amazing!"
"I've already started thinking about what Mr. Zhou will say when he receives the award."
"When Mr. Zhou took over Director Zhang's film, so many people mocked him. Now it's been nominated for an Oscar. I wonder how those noble Celestial Dragons feel."
However, in foreign countries, especially Japan and Korea, most netizens are envious:
"Shouldn't our country learn from China? Look at Zhou Yiyang. He gets government support for all types of films he makes! Only in this way can we make good films!"
"So powerful! I used to think he was just the boss of Moonlight Girl. Now I know he's pretty awesome too!"
"Hey, if I really win the award, will it break another record? In the past two years, China's entertainment industry has developed so rapidly that it has become a force second only to the United States in the world."
"Why can others make such great movies and bring out such great girl groups, but our country doesn't have such talent? As Koreans, shouldn't we reflect on why our country is like this?"
Zhou Yiyang couldn't stop laughing when he saw these messages, and he never expected that overseas netizens would be so upset.
At this moment, Su Yin came out of the kitchen, biting a piece of toast in her mouth: "Is it starting so soon? Did I miss anything?"
Lin Xuan'er, who had been exercising early in the morning, wiped the sweat from her head and said calmly, "You haven't missed anything. You haven't even started walking the red carpet yet?"
Wang Xingrui came out with the prepared breakfast, and Tang Yue and Su Yin immediately took them and placed them on the dining table.
"Isn't it a little late this year?" Wang Xingrui smelled the aroma of soy milk and suddenly laughed: "Come to think of it, it's been a while since we sat here and had breakfast."
"Yeah," Su Yin nodded and said in agreement, "Before, we either woke up too late or rushed to rehearsal and had no time to eat breakfast. Today is quite rare."
"I don't know when Brother Yang will walk the red carpet," Lin Xuan'er asked with concern. "Do you know what the odds website predicts for Brother Yang?"
Tang Yue raised her hand and said, "I checked, and all the odds websites think that Brother Yang has the lowest chance of winning. They're still relying on the wind. So, why don't we give it a try?"
The four of them looked at each other and laughed.
Zhang Yiling and Zhang Yingyuan, who were far away in Australia, naturally also came to Hollywood.
Zhou Yiyang stood at the door and waited for a while. When he felt that he could not wait for them, he turned around and walked into the crowded Hollywood Theater.
When those glamorous people saw him, they all smiled at him with envy.
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