The two elevator doors slowly closed, the green floor indicator changing continuously. After he left, someone slowly emerged from the stairwell at the end of the corridor.
The Autumn Dew White crew rested in New York for one night, then took an early flight to Los Angeles the next morning.
After arriving in Los Angeles, the main creative team of Autumn Dew White checked into the hotel first.
With the awards ceremony approaching, all of Los Angeles was steeped in the festive atmosphere of the grand event. Film and television professionals from all over the world had traveled thousands of miles to gather in this world-famous movie town, making this little town of only twelve hundred square kilometers bustling with people. The major star-rated hotels in particular were packed to capacity.
Fortunately, Director Fang and the producers, who had arrived earlier, had already booked the hotel, so the group could check in directly.
By the time they were done with all that, it was already afternoon. The starving actors were summoned to the restaurant by a phone call from Director Fang for a meal, grandly dubbed a "welcome banquet."
The arrival of such a large group of Asians immediately drew everyone's attention. Some people spotted Rong Xiu and Liu Jiawei among them and immediately smiled at them. Others quietly praised Rong Xiu's stunning performance in Autumn Dew White, as well as Fang Kaizhi's astonishing directing ability.
These were probably Oscar judges who had seen Autumn Dew White.
But where there was praise, there were also people who could not stand the sight of it. Just as the Autumn Dew White cast was taking their seats, a stiff English voice with a heavy accent rang out—
"Do Huaxia people even understand the art of film?"
The Wager
"We cannot deny