The IFF Golden Statue Award represents not only the establishment of Chuguang Media on the international stage but also a new milestone for the Hua Country Film Industry.
Its significance was profound.
It was also the result of the company’s collective efforts.
But it had been dismissed so easily.
The female secretary frowned, "Boss, even if they bribed the judges, we don’t have any evidence; awards without a public voting selection process are never absolutely fair to begin with."
The judges had their own preferences.
Like the previous IFF Golden Statue Award, there were two movies that both had the strength to win the award, but in the end, because the judges preferred the first one,
At this point, the female secretary hesitated, "Maybe they didn’t even bribe anyone, and this is just the result."
Ying Zijin didn’t look up, her tone still calm, "We’ll see."
The female secretary paused.
See? How?
Ying Zijin called up a frame on her phone and was about to enter the program when a WeChat message arrived first.
[Fu Yunshen]: [Video.mov]
[Fu Yunshen]: [Recording.mp3]
[Fu Yunshen]: There you go.
Fu Yunshen’s computer skills had always been on par with Qin Lingyan, the leader of the Hacker Alliance.
Otherwise, with IBI’s ability to attract hatred, the firewall would have been broken long ago.
Ying Zijin opened the video and recording, her gaze turning slightly cold after viewing them.
Even if the judges had voted for "Lost Memories," it wouldn’t have mattered.
But now, it was clear the results had been directly tampered with.
At that moment, another message from Fu Yunshen came through.
This time it was a voice message.
His voice held a smile, gentle and slow.
"Shh, watch the screen in a minute."
Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows slightly and turned her attention back to the stage.
Now, they were giving out the Best Director award.
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