744 The Closing Ceremony (1/2)

In the blink of an eye, it was already time to go.

Team lead Nie Yuan mentioned everyone in the WeChat group and told them to attend the closing ceremony. He asked everyone to meet downstairs in the lobby so they could head to the ceremony together.

Zhang Zian bathed Famous, then began packing his things into his luggage––all except his clothes for the ceremony.

Berlin Bear toys of all sizes, along with other souvenirs, were being shipped to China through a shipment company. He had spent a lot of money on souvenirs alone while in Germany.

Famous was ready to go. It was wearing a bow tie with Berlin Bears on it that was also bought from a souvenir shop.

There were still a few people absent when they came downstairs, so Zhang Zian sat on the couch with Famous.

Lin Feng was whispering with his assistant. Zhang Zian could not hear what they were talking about, but Famous had better ears. It heard that the assistant was encouraging Lin Feng to be himself on stage in case he won an award, and to not be afraid of making mistakes. There were a few seconds of delay in the broadcast signal in case there were any surprises during the broadcast.

Feng Xuan was wearing a black suit and looked very formal. Lin Feng had on the same. They were both well prepared for the night. In some sense, the closing ceremony was more important than the opening ceremony.

They waited awhile until everyone was there, then Nie Yuan got into his rental car and led everyone for departure.

The ten-day long Berlin Film Festival was coming to an end. The entire city was coming down from its carnival-like atmosphere.

At the same time next year, however, movie lovers from across the globe would gather in Berlin again.

At dusk, the cars left the hotel and headed towards the Berlinale Palast in the Potsdamer Platz.

Most crew members were playing with their phones in the car with their heads down, or discussing the transactions of overseas distribution rights in low voices. Nie Yuan was making one call after another to big cinema bosses in order to get higher screening rates for Dog Warrior. A higher screening rate meant higher income, which was ultimately related to the final numbers of the movie's cost and profit.

Zhang Zian sat in silence and stared at the night view of Berlin outside the window.

In the distance, the Berlin Victory Column was surrounded by lights and looked as bright as a torch in the pitch-black sky. The golden Victory Goddess was holding a spear in one hand and a wreath in the other, ready to fly with both wings spread.

As most of the buildings in downtown Berlin were not very tall, this 67-meter tall monument could be seen in most parts of the city. Zhang Zian had visited it once with the elfins.

Soon, the cars stopped in front of Berlinale Palast. It was time to walk on the red carpet once more for the closing ceremony.

The last time Zhang Zian and Famous stepped out of the car, it took a while before the cameramen and reporters focused their lenses on them. They did so out of novelty hunting and gimmicks, however––it was the first dog on the red carpet of Berlin Film Festival, after all.

Things were different this time.

After the ten-day film festival, the obscure Famous was now known by everyone. Even the Germans who had not seen the film knew about the dog in the film festival.

The film itself had great reviews. People tended to be more tolerant of films that had animals in them––not to mention that Famous was a great actor.

The fans had started cheering as soon as the Dog Warrior crew arrived at the red carpet. Many of them were teenagers. The loud cheering made the other big celebrities look dim. The crew was greeted like home, making people realize how much the Germans loved dogs.

Lin Feng and Feng Xuan, who were in the front cars, stepped out one after another. They didn't spend much time on the red carpet, nor did they try stealing the thunder from Famous in vain. Even Lin Feng didn't do so.

The security crew judged the situation, then waved at Zhang Zian's car, hinting for them to drive to the entrance of the red carpet.

”Sir, you may get out of the car,” the driver said after stopping the car.

As soon as Famous got out of the car, the atmosphere reached a climax. After a long wait, the reporters and cameramen focused on them immediately. Camera flashes were as bright as the day.

Famous sat on the red carpet politely, lifted a paw, and waved at its fans. It also posed for photographers, which raised another round of exclamation.

”Famous!”

”Famous!”

”Famous!”

Not knowing who called out to Famous first, the frantic fans began to cheer spontaneously. They were as loud as the fans yelling ”step down” to the main coach on the soccer field…