Mr. James said this, then glanced again at the stunned Murashita Shuichi. He still felt he had not vented the anger in his heart, so he turned to Fang Kaizhi and suggested, "My dear Fang, if you have no objections, I suggest inviting Mr. Tian to join you onstage when you give your acceptance speech later."
Fang Kaizhi understood immediately and nodded. "No problem, Mr. James."
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time as well.
The distraught Murashita Shuichi left the awards ceremony under the escort of security. The guests returned to their seats, and stirring music once again filled the Kodak Theatre. After the brief disturbance, everything seemed to have returned to order.
Fang Kaizhi stepped onto the stage, accepted the golden statuette from the presenters, exchanged cheek kisses and hugs with them, then stood before the entire world holding the award.
"First, please allow me to give my acceptance speech in Huaxia. This is also the first time in the Oscar's seventy-three-year history that a Huaxia director has stood here to deliver an acceptance speech."
The simultaneous interpreter invited by the organizers translated Fang Kaizhi's Huaxia into English, and the Kodak Theatre immediately erupted in applause.
Everyone admired those who worked hard and found success. This tireless spirit of striving knew no nationality, just as good films could move people around the world and inspire reflection on humanity.
"Thank you to the Academy for awarding Autumn Dew White the Best Foreign Language film award..." Fang Kaizhi's acceptance speech was not long, but every sincere word struck the heart. In the end, he concluded with a heartfelt sentiment.
"Filmmakers have nationalities, but the art of film has no borders. Thank you once again to the Academy."
Thunderous applause rang through the Kodak Theatre again. Compared