Chapter 697： Nine points for hard work, one point for luck

In less than a minute, An Ruixin and Wen Zhengrong quickly caught up with Feng Zhicheng who was walking in front of them.

After several leading actors and the director took a photo on the red carpet, they followed the instructions of the staff nearby to the scene.

The moment    sat down, An Ruixin sighed slightly, and Wen Zhengrong saw her move.

Wen Zheng was startled, and after reacting, he smiled: "Are you nervous?"

"It's okay." An Ruixin turned her head and glanced at Wen Zhengrong, then asked with a smile, "Will Wen Yingdi ever feel nervous after attending so many film festivals?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

An Ruixin was surprised that Wen Zhengrong would even make a joke, but it is undeniable that because of his joke, his tight nerves have loosened a little.

"Naturally want to hear the truth."

"The truth is, I am nervous." Wen Zhengrong turned his head and glanced at the hall that had gradually become crowded as the actors and directors entered the stage one after another. His eyes were abnormally deep.

"Even if I have participated in such a film festival many times, and even have received similar movie king awards, I still feel nervous when I come to participate in such a film festival. For me, every time I participate in a film festival is a struggle. I don’t like losing, and I don’t like losing to someone who makes me unconvinced."

An Ruixin echoed a rare sentence after hearing the words: "This point, I have the same idea as the movie emperor Wen. But sometimes this kind of thing is really inaccurate. I can only say nine points of effort, and one point of luck. When the two people’s efforts are similar and the highlights are similar, the chances of winning or losing may depend on the luck of that point. When that happens, there is nothing to complain about."

Wen Zhengrong heard An Ruixin’s words and subconsciously turned his head and took a deep look at her: "You are fine, no matter what other people say, we have worked with you on this point very clearly, no doubt."

An Ruixin was taken aback, met Wen Zhengrong’s serious gaze, but smiled: "Thank you, I don’t seem to be so nervous now."

The expression on Wen Zhengrong’s face softened because of An Ruixin’s words. After that, the two rarely talked together, and occasionally they talked a little bit when they talked about the same topic with people next to each other. Just a few words.

Fortunately, it was too late for them to enter the arena, and soon the people in the hall were almost there, and the award ceremony almost began.

Two famous hosts from country Y presided over the awards ceremony. The two of them briefly welcomed the guests present and gave a speech to stir up the atmosphere a little bit, and then the award ceremony began.

Generally speaking, the more important the award, the more important it will be placed at the back.

After awarding a series of awards for best soundtrack, best screenplay, best male partner, best female partner, etc., it finally came to the competition for best film.

There are a total of ten candidates for the best film, and the wonderful selection of ten films is played in a loop on the big screen, and the last one appears in the "Elegy of Chu and Han".

and the previous few films almost flashed by, but the hearts of everyone in the crew were raised.

"Then, let us announce the best film of this year's International Film Festival. It is..."

The ten crews of the ten films under the stage are all waiting with bated breath, waiting for the host’s final judgment.

"It is "Battlefield Horn"! Congratulations to director XXX of Country M for winning this honor."