Chapter 509

"Exactly~"

"……"

Soon several trending searches rushed up at rocket speed.

【Reliable news, Qin Yu won the 67th Cannes Best Actor.】

【French time, 4:32 PM, Qin Yu won Best Actor for the role of Chumen.】

【Cannes likes to make trouble, genius director Qin Yu won Best Actor.】

【……】

After watching, the audience couldn't stop laughing. If the Best Actor award were given to other actors, someone might be happy to death.

But according to news from the front, Qin Yu wasn't very happy when receiving the award.

However, according to the law of conservation of smiles.

Smiles won't disappear, they will only transfer from one person to another.

Qin Yu wasn't very happy, but the netizens were overjoyed.

They left messages one after another.

"Qin Yu, I told you long ago, you are a natural actor, don't do your job improperly, why be a director."

"Acting is what you should do."

"……"

"I agree with this point, Cannes has already hinted to you, don't you see it? Leave filming to others, you should be an actor."

"……"

"I agree, I agree, Brother Yu, just act, don't film, otherwise we can only see you once a year."

"We fans are very miserable."

"……"

"The sister above is right, just act, do variety shows, take endorsements, concerts. Don't you want money?"

"……"

A group of old brothers on Weibo were drunk watching this; we were just joking.

You female fans actually took it seriously. Qin Yu can't just act.

There aren't many good movies now, if Qin Yu also goes to earn rotten money, what should we do?

Director Qin, don't listen to those brainless women.

Many of Qin Yu's confidantes in the circle were also excited.

Although compared to the Palm Tree Award, Best Actor is indeed a bit worse.

However.

It's not a big problem.

Besides, the Palm Tree Award is an affirmation of the entire movie.

Best Actor belongs to Qin Yu alone.

Looking at it this way, it's not a loss.

Anyway, they are all big awards.

It's about the same.

The fifth-generation directors were all drunk, not knowing what to do when they saw the trending search on Weibo.

How can they mock him now? Qin Yu won Best Actor.

A movie that can win this can't be bad.

He won't be ridiculed to death by Qin Yu later.

Don't expect Qin Yu to return evil with good; if he doesn't fix them to death, this guy definitely won't give up.

At the same time, they were also depressed. Director Jia, what are you doing?

Aren't you a jury member?

How come you have no effect at all.

Bastard!

Are you a mole?

On the other side.

Cannes awards ceremony scene.

Qin Yu was a bit uninterested; it was just as he thought, Cannes was indeed dividing the cake.

After he won Best Actor.

Best Screenplay, Best Cinematography, Best Director, Best Screenwriter, none of them were his.

Accompanied the whole time.

Zhang Yimou saw Qin Yu was a bit disappointed and comforted him.

"It's okay, Qin Yu, Best Actor is also a big award, isn't there Venice later?"

"At worst, just go there again."

Everyone listened and nodded, it was indeed so.

"That's true, actually I would be happier if the actor was changed to Best Director, or changed to the Palm Tree."

Seeing this, Zhang Yimou, Zhao Liying, and others were speechless.

You think quite beautifully.

Do you think Cannes is opened by your family?

"Congratulations to *Golden Cocoon* for winning the 67th Jury Prize."

Qin Yu saw a bearded man go up to get the award, curled his lips, forget it.

There is only one award left, hurry up and leave.

Although a bit disappointed, there was still a harvest.

Came to Cannes once and won Best Actor.

And incidentally played with a big star, exploded two SSRs.

By the way, Qin Yu remembered the bet with Deng Wendi.

And one more chance to advertise.

Not a loss.

He prepared to go back tomorrow to promote the movie, and then wait for the Venice Film Festival to try again.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

The host on site had already changed to a handsome white guy, don't know if he was stimulated by Qin Yu.

He was very handsome.

Also a surging and loud voice.

"Now let us invite the Cannes jury president to give us the last award of this Cannes."

"Palm Tree Award."

The audience applauded one after another, and at the same time, all the nominated movie directors and investors became nervous.

Palm Tree.

Everyone knows the gold content of this award.

Steven Spielberg walked onto the stage with a smile.

Took the microphone from the blonde beauty.

First thanked the organizers, then picked up the hand card in his hand.

Very serious.

"Nominated for the 67th Palm Tree Award are: *World Worker*, *Winter Sleep*, *The Chumen World*, *Goodbye Julia*……"

Every time Steven read one, the wonderful scenes of the movie would appear on the big screen behind.

After reading them, the scene was silent.

Everyone in the audience looked at Steven.

Some were nervous, some were expectant, some were indifferent.

Only the sound of the envelope being torn open came from the microphone.

When he saw the name on it, Steven smiled.