This year there was extra sponsorship.
After the Hong Kong Film Awards finished, they even held a reception.
Half the entertainment circle showed up.
The big shots were the focus, and Mr. Chen was the focus of the focus.
Too bad he paid no mind to social niceties—like a man going shopping, he went straight for his target.
First he went to talk with Shu Qi: don’t do the double awards anymore.
Shu Qi was momentarily taken aback.
Objectively speaking, the action design in Fatal Express was slightly inferior to Project A; giving it a double award was taking the easy road.
“I told you long ago—don’t just fixate on Hong Kong. Look at the whole Chinese-language film industry across the two sides and three regions. We need to establish the most authoritative awards. Not giving dual awards is a basic principle.”
“I understand, Mr. Chen!”
“Mm. I hope you all do better and better.”
Shu Qi rolled her eyes. “Hope you do better and better”—what nonsense.
This was clearly reforming things to suit his own preferences.