Chapter 574

The news that《Big Hero 6》won the Oscar spread like a virus across China.

The images and footage showed Fang Hong holding up the Little Golden Man, his arm around Liu Tianxian's waist— their figures towering, unmistakable.

This single image spread across the entire world.

"《Big Hero 6—the pinnacle of Chinese animated cinema!"

"The glory of Chinese-language cinema, winner of the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film《Big Hero 6!"

These headlines flooded the entire Chinese internet and instantly drew global attention.

Even the People's Daily reported:

"The significance of《Big Hero 6》winning the Oscar lies not in the award itself, but in how its success reveals that overseas Chinese, united as one, can achieve greatness."

The article was written beautifully, attributing the success to everyone's efforts.

A review in the New York Times said: "《Big Hero 6 is a new-century animated film. In this tale of friendship, responsibility, and growth, the director portrays wisdom and courage with distinct charm and endless resonance, celebrating a poetic cinematic spirit."

Major news agencies like AP, Reuters, and AFP published extensive reports on Big Hero 6.

The reports covered not only the film's award win but also details about its creators, Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian; media outlets also dispatched reporters to Beijing, Hong Kong, Taipei, and other locations to interview Chinese audiences.

People connected to Liu Tianxian and Fang Hong, such as Zhang Jingying, Shuchang, Chen Zhixi, and others.

Chen Zhixi said: "《Big Hero 6's win was unexpected, yet also expected— the Principal's decades of achievements are all embodied in this animated film."

Zhang Jingying said: "They are both tenacious, determined people— once they set a goal, they charge forward without hesitation."

Tian Zhuangzhuang said: "Back then, the Principal was my most unremarkable student— his grades were terrible."

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Can't you say something nice? Is it going to kill you to praise them?

But this also fully proves that academic performance doesn't define everything— those without formal training often have greater imaginative space.

For a time, the whole world seemed to be celebrating《Big Hero 6— open any computer, any phone, any news feed, and all you saw were this film's news, the Principal's news, Liu Tianxian's news.

All other news was drowned out by theirs.

It's normal— China's film winning the Oscar is a powerful cultural export, politically correct.

Cultural and film industries may seem small, but they're a line that reaches the heavens— they represent people's spiritual entertainment, their ideology.

Zhang Hongsen certainly saw it too— this was a bold stroke in his tenure, something he could boast about to his former superiors.

Xu Jiandong, former Youth League Secretary of Beijing Film Academy, has now been promoted; he laughed loudly at a gathering of BFA leaders: "Hahaha, I knew back then that this kid was no ordinary fish!"

You knew back then, yet made him clean your floors? All these years— has the Principal ever come to visit you? You're not even worth mentioning.

You only cling on when others rise.

Domestic media went wild, hyping《Big Hero 6 like they'd been injected with adrenaline, but overseas media remained relatively calm— they knew of the film, knew of the person, saw it as a step up in reputation, adding a halo to the animated film.

After all, this animated film had high box office numbers and was seen by many.

At the Oscar ceremony, Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian sat through another two hours before the event ended and the crowd dispersed.

No more awards were left for them— just winning this one was already more than enough.

Crowds slowly poured out of the Dolby Theatre; it was only around nine p. m. — the Oscars started early, and yes, there were banquets and parties, but each small circle had its own events, inaccessible to outsiders.

Outside, many reporters waited, grabbing any famous Hollywood star for interviews.

Just then, Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian were stopped by several white and Black reporters who wanted to interview them.

Previously, they hadn't been interviewed because they were unknown; now that they were famous, they had to be interviewed.

"Principal, they say you're the producer of this animated film?" asked a Black female reporter.

"She doesn't speak English— let me answer."

Liu Tianxian placed her hand on Fang Hong's shoulder and repeated: "Yes, 《Big Hero 6 was produced and created by him."

"How do you feel about winning this award? Could you share it with us?" the reporter asked.

"Of course we're thrilled— seeing this animated film succeed and win an award fills us with joy and deep satisfaction, like watching a child we've raised for years finally grow up," Liu Tianxian's soft, sweet voice purred.

As long as she wasn't reciting poetry, her English was fluent and effortless.

"We understand《Gravity is currently in theaters, and you're the lead actress— what are your next plans?" the reporter asked.

They were seeking her schedule.

"I'll stay in the United States for a few more days to maximize promotional efforts— this is my second trip to the U. S. for promotion, and I hope for good results," Liu Tianxian smiled, answering professionally without revealing too much.

The first time was for《The Forbidden Kingdom.

"Have you considered submitting《Gravity for the Oscars?" asked a white reporter.

"If possible, we will," Liu Tianxian nodded.

Of course they would— winning would boost peripheral rights sales, adding another halo; Fang Hong had told her in bed they should submit it.

When this film was released, the Oscars had already begun and submissions had closed, so it could only be next year.

The Oscars' judging rules are similar to China's Golden Horse and Golden Rooster Awards: a film must first be screened domestically, in a certain number of theaters, for a certain number of days, before qualifying for Oscar consideration.

You can't just submit anything casually.

So《Gravity is too late— and this film's release can't go to Cannes, Berlin, or the European Big Three, because those festivals require your film to be submitted for judging before it can be screened.

By then, the season would be long over, the slots gone, and whether it wins or not is uncertain anyway— the chances are slim, because Liu Tianxian's performance doesn't meet the European Big Three's judging standards.

She's a voice actor— the European Big Three don't accept dubbed films.

Fang Hong also didn't think his directing skills were good enough for the European Big Three—《Gravity has commercial appeal, not pure artistic merit, and carries no political allegory.

The European Big Three demand heavy, somber themes— Fang Hong can't make those.

The interviews asked only ordinary questions; Liu Tianxian handled them easily, answering flawlessly— even when faced with complex questions, she paused to think before replying.

At night, in a luxurious banquet hall, Lao Zha and Donna invited many Hollywood stars to the party.

Yu Xian and several Hollywood stars were already chatting merrily, fitting in well.

Though he has yellow skin, he's someone who can speak up and make films— after all, wasn't it him who launched the lead actress of《Fifty Shades of Grey?

Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian were also there, holding wine glasses, drifting among a crowd of white and black stars.

Of course, some people came to toast them, since many had learned that Fang Hong was a guest of Lao Zha and Donna; Gal Gadot raised her glass to toast Fang Hong.

"Mr. Principal, it's a pleasure to meet you," Gal Gadot said, flashing a sultry smile.

Fang Hong didn't understand what she was babbling, tapped his glass against hers, then politely walked away.

This left Gal Gadot thoroughly bored—could there really be people like this?

Fang Hong asked Liu Tianxian: "What was that girl saying?"

"She said she wants to meet you. Such a beautiful woman—aren't you tempted?" Liu Tianxian smiled at him.

"Tempted by what? I've seen plenty of women," Fang Hong muttered, then whispered to her: "This woman probably slept with Lao Zha."

"Huh?!" Liu Tianxian was stunned.

"True. She got her roles by sleeping with lots of people—including Daddy Yankee. Don't be fooled by Hollywood stars—Hollywood has filters. Their circle is dirtier than South Korea's entertainment industry," Fang Hong whispered.

He trashed Hollywood so thoroughly that even if others saw them, they had no idea what they were saying.

"I don't have filters for them."

Liu Tianxian knew all this already, but she was curious: "How do you know she slept with so many people?"

"Lao Zha told me," Fang Hong made up an excuse.

Actually, he'd read about it in news reports in his past life—Gal Gadot herself had admitted it.

Hearing this, Liu Tianxian nodded, understanding.

Among the stars here, and between stars and investors, laughter and chatter flowed; when they got excited, they kissed and groped each other, even slipping hands into pants.

The openness was explosive!

Guoji Zhang's various scandals and beach parties spread from this circle.

"Fang, let me introduce you—this is Mr. Thomson, General Manager of News Corporation," Donna said, approaching Fang Hong with an elderly white man.

"Hello, hello," Fang Hong shook hands with the man.

Liu Tianxian also shook his hand, but only lightly—she didn't let him kiss it.

"This man is leading the acquisition of BoNa's shares—you should get to know him. If you have any issues, you can communicate directly," Donna merely acted as an introducer.

"Alright, there are basically no issues left—all terms have been settled," Fang Hong said.

"Principal, I've long heard of your name—you're moving to acquire BoNa all at once. May I ask what you intend to do with this company?" Thomson asked curiously.

"I only want Chinese companies to return to China, into Chinese hands," Fang Hong made up some nonsense.

Liu Tianxian translated, repeating several "Chinawhore"s!

This made Thomson burst into "ha-ha" laughter—he clearly didn't believe a word. A businessman? Where would he get such intense patriotism?

He'd met countless Chinese billionaires—none of them had any such ideals.

Fang Hong didn't know why he was laughing, or what was so funny, and didn't linger—he walked away.

This banquet was just like that—people ate and drank, a networking ground for fame and profit; when it ended, everyone went off to have sex somewhere.

Fang Hong didn't want to get too entangled with these Hollywood people—he only needed to tend his own patch, develop steadily and methodically.

He'd make his own films, just needed a channel; nothing else mattered. He didn't want to collaborate too much, and especially didn't want Liu Tianxian to collaborate too much with them—like going to star in someone else's movie.

Unless it was a major female lead or an important female lead, the rest meant nothing. Look at Guoji Zhang, Li Bailian, Fan Xiaopang—they've played many roles, all cut.

Not to mention whether there were such projects or whether Fang Hong had the ability—six major companies casting Liu Tianxian as a lead? Discrimination was inevitable—not because they discriminated against her personally, but because the environment discriminated.

Mulan only worked because they absolutely needed a Chinese face who spoke English and had martial arts training—besides Liu Tianxian, no one else matched in age, appearance, and fame.

Just make good films about Yutu, slowly push them one by one onto the international stage—one year won't do, try two; two won't do, try four.

They had decades to do this!

The two didn't return to rest until late at night; they hadn't yet adjusted to the time difference, and had drunk a bit—once back, they fell into deep sleep.

Of course, they slept at Yu Xian's Villa—no one knew which room, his villa was simply too big.

(End of Chapter)