The red carpet.
For many people, it held a special meaning.
Especially the Cannes Red Carpet, which was practically one of the highest-profile and most globally renowned red carpets in existence.
Some people enjoyed it; others treated it professionally.
However, anyone who could win a red carpet for themselves was no simple person.
To put it poetically, filmmakers could feel the world's respect for the art of cinema on this red carpet.
To put it more extravagantly: at this moment, the world focused on you!
Flowers, applause, starlight, glamour, frivolity, densely packed spectators, and dazzling flashes narrated the most straightforward form of fervor.
So even Bai Youlou obediently put on the bow tie required by the organizers.
Because they had said, "Sir, you are improperly dressed. We apologize, but we cannot receive you."
Even a necktie wouldn't do. It had to be a bow tie.
The rules were just that strict. Even the media on both sides of the red carpet had to wear suits and look presentable.
As a man, however, he didn't need to arrange any "eccentric outfit." A simple black suit was enough.
That reassured Old Zhou, who had constantly worried that Bai Youlou might suddenly "go crazy" at any moment.
The Cannes Red Carpet was actually very short. Walking normally, you could finish it within a minute.
After adjusting his bow tie slightly, Old Zhou cracked a joke. "Don't walk too fast. Cooperate a little and let them take a few more photos."
Bai Youlou ignored him, instead letting out an exasperated sigh. "Why am I walking the red carpet with a guy like you? At a time like this, there should be a pretty girl beside me."
"How about I link arms with you? We can put on a little damsel-in-distress act! I guarantee I'll