Not long after I sat down, I saw Grant walking towards me with a bunch of people.

I don't know many of these people, but when I saw the two people in it, I realized that they were representatives from various countries who participated in the Best Foreign Language Film Awards.

The two people walking in the last one. One is a tall and thin man. I have watched that face many times in later generations. Aberle Gons, the pride of French movies.

Side by side with Okasa, she is a twenty-four or fifteen-year-old man in a kimono.

Although his face was very different from the vicissitudes of the face I saw in later generations, the calmness and calmness on his face did not change at all.

Yasujiro Ozu, the highest achiever of Japanese films, is also an upright and true filmmaker with a noble soul.

"Andre, come on. Let me introduce these foreign friends to you!" Grant pulled me and walked to the group of people.

"Everyone, I won't introduce you all to you." Grant's words made everyone laugh.

"Andre, this Mr. Rotman. His "Berlin - A Symphony of the Land of a Big City" has been loved by many judges this time." Grant pointed to the slightly fat body standing on the far left and said.

"Hello, Mr. Corleon!" Although he was older than him, he bent down respectfully.

"I'm glad to meet you, Mr. Rotman, welcome to Hollywood." I held Rotman's hand and greeted warmly.

The few people below, Benito Perojo from Spain, and Berunal from Britain, also greeted me one by one.

When I came to a man with a beard, I smiled and said, "This is Mr. Plottazanov?! I have a deep affection for Soviet film workers."

Plottazanov held my hand with great excitement and said, "Hello, Mr. Corleon. On behalf of all the Soviet film workers, I would like to express my most sincere greetings to you."

I laughed and said, "Sergey Eisenstein's name, are Pudovkin and the others all good?"

"Okay, very good. They miss you very much. Please ask me to say hello to you." Plottazanov, Eisenstein, Pudovkin and others were old friends, so they smiled when they heard them.

"Please greet these old Soviet friends on my behalf." I patted Plottazanov's shoulder and walked in front of Apeer Gons.

"Mr. Okasi, we finally meet!" Holding Okasi's hand, my first words made Okasi's eyes turn red.

As the standard bearer of French Impressionist films, since my first film, Okasi tried his best to applaud me in the newspaper, calling my movie "the best movie". I also praised his works in different public occasions, which made us look like old friends even though we had never met before.

"Mr. Corleon, I finally saw you! Although I have seen your photos, you are still younger than I thought." Okath smiled shyly.

"Mr. Okasi is not good either. I have watched your "Napoleon" and it is very good." I lowered my head and leaned over and whispered: "There is great hope for winning the Best Foreign Language Film Award!"

"I'm very satisfied if I can come to participate in the Harvey Awards. I dare not ask for anything else." Okasi was very calm.

When I walked up to Yasujiro Ozu, I couldn't help but nod my head when I looked at this Japanese film director who moved and admired me in the future.

The calmness and calmness that came out of him was a world of difference from Sadaosuke Uchika.

"Mr. Ozu, your movie represents the highest level of Japanese movies! It's art!" My first sentence made Ozu completely stunned.

Because the last time the conflict between me and Sadaosuke Iga was not a conflict, especially when I asked someone to beat up the pig-headed president beside him and let the Japanese reporters return to China to exaggerate it. So in the eyes of the Japanese, I seem to be very unfriendly to Japan.

As a Japanese director, Ozu must think I would be rude to him, but when he saw me holding his hand with such a high evaluation of the movie he gave him with a smile, he was stunned.

Although Yasujiro Ozu has an important position in the history of world films in history, he is not an international director, and he is not as famous as Kurosawa Aki. If Kurosawa Aki is ostentatious, Ozu is low-key. His movies are like his people, with a kind of quiet beauty, which makes people feel trembling in his heart. Comparing Kurosawa Aki to a thick and bright oil painting, then Ozu is more like a faint and vast landscape painting in China. His movies, many people think, may be lengthy and boring, but if you calmly watch them, you will find a touching beauty, which is like a jar of dusty old wine, with a long aftertaste and mellow fragrance.

My praise is not an exaggeration for Ozu. But now he is still a young man. Although he has a little reputation in the domestic film industry, he is far from famous than some old filmmakers, such as Makino Shizuo, and how could he not be surprised when he heard that the movies I praised him represent the highest level of Japanese films?

"Mr. Corleon, thank you for your praise, but my movie is probably not as good as you said." Ozu bowed slightly to me politely.

"Mr. Ozu, I am not a person who praises people casually. I like your movies very much. I hope you can come to DreamWorks after the award ceremony and I will treat you to dinner." I held Ozu's hand, my face full of smiles.

"Okay, I will definitely go." A slight smile appeared on Ozu's face, like a thin bamboo, always so calm.

And when I walked up to him, Holkina next to me suddenly rushed over and hugged the man.
Chapter completed!