Although newcomers may be slow at first in the process of specific operation, with the gradual improvement of business capabilities and familiarity with the whole story, this speed will become faster and faster.

The preliminary preparation is not counted, after the official start of the launch, the modeling was completed in the first half of the year, and the rest of the part was completed in the second half of the year.

You know, there will be coherence, dubbing and other projects later, so these are not problems.

Just when Peng Hui and Shan were chatting happily, very suddenly, a passage came into the ears of the two who were chatting.

Peng Hui turned his head in astonishment and looked at the crying woman on the stage.

"Is she crazy?" Peng Hui asked puzzledly, "What good is it for her that the Golden Horse Award is dead?"

"This ......" Shan Zheng didn't react at first, and when he came back to his senses, there was only a bitter smile on his face.

Peng Hui turned his head and looked at Hu's mother sitting not far behind him, it was the director of "Elephant Sits on the Ground", Hu Bo's mother.

He sighed.

Turning his head, he was about to get up, but he was pressed to the chair by the mountain.

"You're crazy!" Shan Zheng's face changed drastically, and he scolded in a low voice: "If you leave now, you will offend people!"

"This kind of, if you offend, you will be offended. Peng Hui said softly.

Shan Zheng was in a hurry, and he couldn't care so much, so he directly called Zhang Yu and asked him to help press Peng Hui on the chair.

Leaving at this time, it is not one person who is offended!

"What are you messing around? Don't you see that everyone else hasn't moved? You are a director who has just debuted for two years, if you leave at this time, something will happen!" Shan Zheng scolded in a low voice.

In the end, Peng Hui, who couldn't break free, was pressed to the chair.

The atmosphere at the scene was somewhat frozen.

The award presentation continues.

As soon as the madwoman left the stage, it was time for the award for the best adapted screenplay.

Then, not surprisingly, Peng Hui won the award.

"I Am Not the God of Medicine".

The camera swept over, and Shan Zheng and Zhang Yu let go of Peng Hui very tacitly.

The expression on Peng Hui's face became calm.

However, the aura emanating from the surroundings made people can't help but look sideways.

When he got up, Peng Hui's face didn't see any joy at all, and there was just calm.

Han Jianu glanced at Peng Hui worriedly, and stopped talking.

But now that he is about to take the stage to receive the award, he can't say much.

The two took to the stage together.

Taking the trophy from Brother Xun's hand, Peng Hui retreated to the back.

Han Jianu smiled bitterly, picked up the microphone and said a dry acceptance speech.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Peng Hui helplessly.

Peng Hui paused for five seconds.

Under the curious gaze of the scene, Peng Hui finally picked up the microphone.

He didn't take the wired microphone next to him, but borrowed the wireless microphone from Brother Xun.

After trying his voice, Peng Hui finally spoke.

"For me, the Golden Horse Award is Bole, even if I am no longer a newcomer, but I will always have the title of Best New Director of the Golden Horse Award, before today, this is an honor that belongs to me, and I am proud of it. ”

Brother Xun's face next to him changed.

However, Peng Hui still continued: "I am very young, I am only twenty-four years old this year, and at this age, I am young and frivolous, so I ...... I made a decision. ”

Golden Horse Awards Backstage –

"Turn off Mike!" shouted the person in charge, whose face changed completely.

"No! The host's microphone is battery-driven, and if it is turned off, it can only be turned off!"

"So what are you waiting for?

"Yes!"

The hectic backstage, Peng Hui didn't know at all, and he didn't need to know.

He glanced at the trophy in his hand and suddenly smiled.

He lowered the trophy to the ground.

The moment he got up, the momentum of the whole person had completely changed.

"I, Peng Hui, twenty-four years old, the person in charge of Minghui Studio, from today, I announce that I will suspend all activities in Wanwan! In the future, all the works of Minghui Studio will not participate in any awards related to Wanwan, and I declare that I will no longer cooperate with any TD artists!"

As soon as the words fell, the audience changed.

Seeing the appearance of the audience's face changing, Peng Hui said with a smile: "There is no deadline, there is no deadline, unless TD disappears, this ban is permanently valid......! Not at all!" After Peng Hui finished speaking, he walked down from the stage with a smile in the shocked eyes of the audience, and walked towards the outside of the venue without squinting.

"Brother, wait for me!" Just when Peng Hui came to the first row, Xiao Zifeng stood up suddenly.

Brother Xun's face changed slightly, and after he stopped talking, he stood up with a wry smile.

Peng Hui smiled at Xiao Zifeng, nodded to Brother Xun again, and then continued to walk.

Shan Zheng sighed, covered his forehead and stood up.

More and more mainland artists are standing up.

Seeing Peng Hui halfway through, Liu Tianwang, who was sitting in the first row, also stood up and silently followed.

Although the Xiangjiang artists were a little hesitant, they also followed Liu Tianwang.

Soon, there were only two or three kittens left in the huge venue.

As the chairman, Gong Huang naturally couldn't leave, but looking at Peng Hui's back, his eyes were full of appreciation.

In the face of major rights and wrongs, Peng Hui's decisions and choices are very worthy of appreciation.

Of course, this is also because Peng Hui's roots have always been in the mainland.

So the loss of the crooked market, for him, is nothing.

But having said that, who can do that......

It's just too little.

At this time, Ang Lee's face was completely bitter.

He knows that the 66th Golden Horse Awards, which have been held, came to an end today.

In the future, I am afraid that the Golden Horse Award will be reduced to a pheasant award.

But who can blame this kind of thing?

Ang Lee glanced at the stunned madwoman in the back row, and made a decision in his heart.

Coming out of the venue, Peng Hui breathed the air of Taipei in November, and felt a little choking inexplicably.

Coughing lightly, Peng Hui turned around and glanced behind him.

However, the artists who followed behind him one after another made Peng Hui stunned.

I thought there were only two or three kittens, but I didn't expect that all the artists would follow!

Director Peng...... There is an opportunity to collaborate. "The first to step forward were Brother Chao and Sun Li and his wife.

Peng Hui smiled and nodded.

After that, Brother Xun, Duan Yihong, and Zhang Yi......

Even Liu Tianwang shook hands with Peng Hui with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "A hero is a young man! ”

"Thank you, Hua ...... Elder brother. Peng Hui's tongue was knotted, and he almost had a scoop in his mouth.

"Huh. Liu Tianwang shook his head with a smile and turned to leave.

"You, ......" Shan Zheng fell to the end, and said helplessly: "I obviously held you down, but I still didn't stop you." ”

"Hehe, Brother Zheng, this kind of thing can't be stopped. Peng Hui said with a smile.

"Forget it, let's go back, it's not too early. ”

"Yes. Now, Peng Hui has no interest in shopping, and nodded with a smile.