Chapter 91: Triumphant Song in Venice (Please Vote)
When Yang Siwei returned, her heart was still pounding.
It wasn't for anything else; it was simply the overwhelming enthusiasm of the film distributors for the painted skin's quotes that startled her.
Forget about bargaining; she completely lost her composure.
Throughout the entire process, it was Han Dong's assistant from China Film Group Corporation who dealt with the distributors.
It wasn't until they were on their way back.
Han Sanping's assistant then explained the intricacies of the situation to Yang Siwei.
Yang Siwei came to report to her boss, and when she mentioned that nearly fifty distributors had made offers for painted skin,
totaling close to seventy million US dollars.
Li Chen nodded secretly, the price was roughly what he had estimated in his heart.
"Boss, aren't you excited at all? That's seventy million US dollars!" Yang Siwei looked as if she had never seen so much money.
Li Chen smiled, "It seems I was right to have you follow China Film Group Corporation's people today."
"Otherwise, with your inexperience, you'd lose a fortune negotiating with distributors next time!"
"The China Film Group Corporation people definitely weren't in a hurry to close a deal, were they?"
Yang Siwei nodded like a pecking chick.
The person had just explained the ins and outs to her.
The more people making offers, the less you should rush to close a deal; good things come to those who wait.
Waiting a bit longer might lead to an even higher price.
As the two were talking, the doorbell rang.
Yang Siwei opened the door and saw a beaming Han Sanping.
"Han Dong," Yang Siwei greeted him with a smile.
Han Sanping nodded and strode into the room.
"Li Chen, you were right! You, my boy, are truly a lucky general!" Han Sanping burst out laughing as soon as he entered.
He found Li Chen more and more pleasing to the eye.
Li Chen's ability to attract money was simply too dazzling.
That Zhang Weiping, monopolizing Zhang Yimou, had annoyed him for years and made him envious for years.
But now that he had Li Chen, he no longer cared!
From the current situation, even if China Film Group Corporation only held a thirty percent share,
the final profit from painted skin might not be lower than that of shoplifters.
He was almost certain that these two achievements, shoplifters and painted skin, would firmly secure his position.
"Han Dong, you are, after all, a top figure in the industry."
"Why are you as transparent with your emotions as Siwei?" Li Chen couldn't help but tease Old Han.
Han Sanping was in a good mood and didn't bother with the young man.
Yang Siwei quietly closed the door for them and left.
She returned to her room and found Tang Yan, Zhou Xun, and Li Bingbing there.
"Why are you all here?"
Tang Yan smiled, "Siwei, Sister Xun and Bingbing Jie (Sister Bingbing) are both waiting for your good news."
"Hurry up and tell us, what's the situation?" Zhou Xun couldn't help but step forward and ask.
Li Bingbing also came forward and smiled, "That's right, Siwei, tell us."
Yang Siwei was speechless, she took a big stride to the sofa and plopped down, letting her body relax.
"Don't ask me, I haven't recovered yet, it's too exciting..."
As soon as Yang Siwei said that, the others became even more interested!
Cornered, Yang Siwei pleaded, "My two sisters, I'm scared of you."
"There were no deals tonight, but it doesn't hurt to tell you."
"The price has soared, soaring to the sky..." Yang Siwei gestured upwards with her finger, smiling.
"How high the sky is, you can imagine yourselves."
"My two sisters, I'm going to take a shower."
Yang Siwei stood up, ignoring their expressions.
Zhou Xun.
Li Bingbing.
Tang Yan.
The next day, local and domestic media highly praised painted skin.
"Three years ago, Yi Mou's Hero showed me a fiery passion."
"Three years later, Li Chen's painted skin made me feel a coldness like ice."
The Venice Film Festival chairman replied to a Sina Entertainment reporter.
Guests who watched the film that night responded with even more astonishment when interviewed by the media.
"It's so shocking, the Chinese are truly amazing."
"The fusion of color aesthetics and martial arts action."
"I fell asleep watching seven swords, but with painted skin, I couldn't bear to blink the whole time. The visuals were like a Chinese ink painting."
"She looked so beautiful, Xiao Wei."
Domestic portals and Huaxia Daily also spared no praise.
"The Chinese fantasy epic painted skin, which premiered at the Venice Film Festival on September 4th, received high praise from local media and audiences."
"painted skin is being highly sought after by distributors worldwide, and it may once again surpass Director Li's shoplifters, setting a new record for Chinese films going global."
"Zhou Xun's acting has been unanimously recognized by local film critics, and she is expected to be crowned in Venice."
"Venice is swept up in a Chinese craze, with the Venice Film Festival chairman lavishly praising the exquisite beauty of painted skin."
"Sister Xun, this mainstream website in Venice says you are the most agile and beautiful Oriental woman," Yang Siwei teased Zhou Xun.
"Oh, come on. But to be honest, I was also amazed by my own beauty when I watched the film yesterday." Zhou Xun was in a very good mood.
"It was my first time seeing the edited finished film. Now I feel that all the trouble your boss put me through for that water scene was truly worth it," Zhou Xun exclaimed.
"Sister Xun, if it's true, as the media says, that you're crowned in Venice, how will you thank our boss?" Tang Yan asked curiously with a smile.
"How to thank him? By offering myself. I'm just afraid that even if I'm willing, your boss might not be," Zhou Xun joked without reservation.
"Sister Xun, not necessarily. If you treat my boss as Wang Sheng and you as Xiao Wei, I think there might still be a chance!" Yang Siwei added, twisting the knife.
"Get lost!" Zhou Xun cursed with a laugh.
"You two are just Director Li's lackeys, you look like you're pimping for Director Li!"
"Not at all, I'm guarding the door for Yifei!"
For the premiere of father's love is like a mountain, there were still many distributors.
After all, the film's main selling point was that the script was written by Li Chen, The Golden Palm director.
Li Chen greeted each of the main actors of father's love is like a mountain.
Nick Cheung had almost become Li Chen's exclusive actor.
"Director Li, painted skin was wonderful. My wife and I both loved it." Nick Cheung shook Li Chen's hand.
Guan Yonghe nodded with a smile beside him.
"Thank you. I also appreciate your performances in new world and father's love is like a mountain," Li Chen said politely.
"Perhaps we will collaborate again soon."
"Haha, I'd be delighted! I'm always waiting for Director Li's call," Nick Cheung said with a laugh.
After Li Chen and Huo Wenxi walked away.
Guan Yonghe nudged her husband and said happily, "Honey, did Director Li's words just now mean another acting offer?"
Nick Cheung was also happy, but he tried to act cool in front of his wife: "Probably, after all, your husband is also a future Best Actor."
"Yes, yes, yes, a future Best Actor, even in your next life, you'll still be a future one," Guan Yonghe mercilessly teased her husband.
Nick Cheung laughed himself, but in his heart, he was thinking that he would definitely have a place at next year's Hong Kong Film Awards or this year's Golden Horse Awards.
Both new world and father's love is like a mountain had the strength to bring home a trophy.
After the screening, Li Chen still had to socialize as usual.
Distributors also showed strong interest in father's love is like a mountain, a commercial crime film with the theme of fatherly love.
Some distributors even had the wild idea of negotiating the rights for father's love is like a mountain and painted skin together.
Li Chen wasn't stupid; putting two films together would make it easier to drive down the price!
How could he agree?
There was no need to delay father's love is like a mountain; it wasn't competing for awards.
If the price was right, a deal could be made tonight or tomorrow.
Huo Wenxi was surrounded by a group of distributors.
Li Chen also had quite a few admirers.
Everyone now knew that this Chinese Golden Palm director had already set foot in Hollywood.
It was hard to say when he might make a big splash, so now was the perfect time to build connections.
It must be said, foreign women truly have broad minds.
Maria's eye-catching chest was almost spilling out of her blue dress.
The pungent perfume made Li Chen feel an urge to practice turtle breathing exercises.
After dealing with her for a couple of sentences, Li Chen quickly walked away.
He hadn't gone far when Monica Bellucci, in a black slip dress, came up and stopped him again.
They had met at the painted skin premiere, and this time she gave him a direct cheek kiss.
"Li, I've seen both painted skin and father's love is like a mountain. It's hard to imagine these two different styles of films coming from one person."
"Thank you."
"Chinese directors are very talented. I've also seen Zhang's films; you and he are very similar."
"Is it the hairstyle?" Li Chen laughed.
In the eyes of foreigners, he and Zhang Yimou, with their short, cropped hair, could easily be mistaken for the same person.
After all, they see all Chinese people as looking alike, much like how we see foreigners.
Monica Bellucci, the Italian sex symbol, had completely lost her youthful charm.
All that remained was a bloated figure and undeniable wrinkles.
Li Chen felt somewhat uninspired.
Miss Liu, at her age,
at least wouldn't age as quickly as foreigners.
Li Chen greeted Huo Wenxi, and he wouldn't participate in the rest of the matters.
He would just wait for the results.
He returned to the hotel.
The next morning, after Li Chen finished breakfast, Huo Wenxi arrived, looking radiant.
"Director Li, the distributors know it's your script, and after seeing father's love is like a mountain, their desire to buy is very strong."
"Currently, thirty-three companies are interested in buying out the rights to father's love is like a mountain."
"Here is the list and prices. Please review them. If you have no objections, I will finalize the deals with them today," Huo Wenxi said with a smile.
Li Chen took it and glanced at it; the total was nearly 40 million US dollars.
"I have no objections; you can proceed with the deals."
"Good, I'll go take care of it now."
Li Chen nodded, not saying much more.
Huo Wenxi took two steps, then turned back, elegantly smoothing her hair and smiling, "Director Li, I forgot to tell you."
"Yang Dong asked me to bring you a case of red wine, hoping our cooperation will be long-lasting. I've already given it to Siwei."
Li Chen found it amusing in his heart. Apologizing with wine?
"I know. Go back and tell your Yang Dong."
"I don't like my partners playing small tricks, and I certainly don't like being treated like a fool."
Huo Wenxi's heart skipped a beat, but her smile remained unchanged as she said, "I will relay Director Li's words."
"Yang Dong has always said that Director Li is Emperor Entertainment Group's most important partner."
"If there's any misunderstanding, it's because Director Li's importance is too great."
"Haha, Miss Huo truly lives up to being Yang Dong's right-hand woman; you're very good with words." Li Chen laughed heartily.
"Director Li, you flatter me," Huo Wenxi said with a smile.
"If one day Miss Huo is unhappy at Emperor Entertainment Group, my company's doors are always open for you."
Li Chen's eyes shone brightly as he looked at Huo Wenxi and said with conviction.
Huo Wenxi's heart trembled, and she said slightly unnaturally, "Thank you for Director Li's appreciation. If there's nothing else, I'll leave now."
After leaving Li Chen's room, Huo Wenxi let out a long breath.
She immediately called her boss.
"Boss, he accepted the wine, and he also asked me to relay a message to you..."
"I know."
Li Chen hadn't had a moment of peace.
Yang Siwei, Zhou Xun, and Tang Yan arrived together, their expressions a bit strange.
Yang Siwei said as soon as she entered, "Boss, Mani Jie just sent you a case of wine."
Li Chen nodded, "I know, she just told me. The wine shouldn't be cheap, right?"
Tang Yan gave a thumbs-up: "Boss is truly prescient. Siwei just checked."
"A case of twelve bottles, it probably won't be less than 1.5 million."
Zhou Xun sat intimately beside Li Chen and smiled, "Director Li, how about you save a bottle for me? I'd even buy it."
"That's a 1974 Romanée-Conti. The three of us checked, and it's not easy to buy even one bottle."
"This case was probably bought by Yang Dong at an auction."
Li Chen wasn't surprised; when it came to enjoyment, these Hong Kong tycoons were all experts.
"Siwei, give a bottle to each of the main actors in the crew, and keep one for yourself and Mi Mi."
"Also, send a bottle to that old man Markel," Li Chen said generously.
Counting it up, five main actors plus Yang Siwei, Yang Mi, and Old Ma, that's eight bottles gone.
"Ah, Boss, you're... so... so... so handsome!" Yang Siwei said infatuatedly.
Zhou Xun also exclaimed with admiration, "Director Li, with your charisma, if you really wanted to pursue female celebrities,"
"I guarantee, out of ten, nine would fall for you!"
"Hahahaha!"
Yang Siwei and Tang Yan were both amused by Zhou Xun's explicit remark.
But thinking about it, they felt it made sense.
"Thinking about our boss, although he's not necessarily super handsome,"
"his charisma is absolutely spot on."
"Especially after winning The Golden Palm, he seems to have completely transformed."
"Now, with every gesture, a boss-like aura emanates, completely outshining first-tier male stars like Huang Xiaoming and Nie Yuan."
"This is probably the boost that wealth and honor bring."
Yang Siwei thought to herself.
Li Chen didn't waste words with them. Privately, he instructed Yang Siwei to also send a bottle to Han Sanping, making sure to remove the packaging.
The Venice Film Festival was still ongoing, and Li Chen, having no further aspirations, didn't bother to watch more films.
The chairman of the Berlin Film Festival called him, joking that he had already attended Cannes and Venice.
He absolutely couldn't miss Berlin.
This immediately put Li Chen in a difficult position; his upcoming schedule was packed.
He simply didn't have time to make another award-contending film.
Li Chen rubbed his forehead.
"Mr. Dieter, you've really given me a tough challenge."
"Thank you very much for your kind invitation, but I'll be very busy going forward and simply can't spare the time."
"Li, only capable and talented people are busy."
"Your talent has already been proven in Cannes, and I believe in you."
"As for time, don't you Chinese often say, 'squeeze it and you'll have it'?"
Li Chen was stunned; was that what 'squeeze it and you'll have it' meant? He remembered it referring to 'a ditch'.
He hung up with Dieter.
Li Chen fell into deep thought; he would be returning to Hollywood in a couple of days.
He would probably be in Hollywood for over half a month.
Firstly, for the matter of lurking, secondly, for buying property, and thirdly, for his next film.
These matters didn't require his personal attention.
Should he use this half-month or so to shoot a film?
buried would be quite suitable; if he went to Berlin, getting nominated probably wouldn't be an issue.
Winning an award would be a bit difficult, but it would also depend on the actor.
Andy Lau had repeatedly asked him to find him if he had a suitable script when they parted ways in Hong Kong last time.
buried would be quite suitable.
The protagonist could simply be changed to a Chinese-American.
He just didn't know if Andy Lau would dare to take this gamble.
After all, shooting buried wasn't difficult; the hard part was acting!
It just depended on whether Andy Lau dared to be hard on himself.
He should call him first and ask, Li Chen thought to himself.
"Director Li, what made you think of calling me? You should be in Venice right now, shouldn't you? Haha," Andy Lau laughed heartily.
Li Chen also laughed, "Yes, I'm in Venice, Hua Ge."
"Didn't you tell me to find you if I had a script? Well, I do have a script now, it just depends on whether you dare to act in it and if you can act it well."
Andy Lau chuckled, "What kind of script is so interesting? If Director Li gives me an opportunity, I definitely want to act in it…"
Li Chen didn't waste words: "Alright, since that's the case, I'll send you the script later. You can read it first before making a decision."
"This play is not easy to act, and it's even harder to act well."
"But I'll give you a heads-up: this film is aiming for next year's Berlin Film Festival."
"Just now, the chairman of the Berlin Film Festival invited me to attend next February's Berlin Film Festival."
"I also don't want to go empty-handed."
"Okay, Director Li, I understand your intention. I'll get back to you as soon as I finish reading the script."
After hanging up, Li Chen opened his laptop and sent the script he had already written to Andy Lau.
Less than three hours later, Andy Lau called back.
"Director Li, I've read the script. You've sent me a coffin and want to bury me alive," Andy Lau laughed.
Li Chen also laughed, "We Chinese have a saying: 'coffin, coffin, promotion and wealth.' The symbolism is good, how about it, Hua Ge?"
"Thank you, Director Li. I'll take this role."
After hanging up, Andy Lau muttered to himself, "Director Li is really particular."
Since he had previously stated that he would take no remuneration, he naturally wouldn't ask for a single penny.
Unexpectedly, Director Li adamantly disagreed.
Finally, they reached a compromise: his Yingyi Entertainment would take a 20% share and co-produce it with Chiyou Films.
Andy Lau couldn't refuse the other party and felt that he owed a significant favor.
Because once this film was made, as long as it could be nominated for Berlin.
Selling the copyright would definitely not lose money, and by this calculation, he would actually earn more than if he had taken a salary.
"What are you spacing out for?" a woman's gentle voice interrupted Andy Lau's thoughts.
"Nothing. I'm going to Hollywood for a while. You take good care of yourself."
The woman said in surprise, "Didn't you say you were going to the mainland?"
"Director Li was right; it might not pass review in the mainland, and the procedures are troublesome, so he told me to go directly to Hollywood."
"Then take care of yourself and bring more clothes." Although the woman was incredibly reluctant, she understood Andy Lau's thoughts.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
On that day, the copyright transaction for father's love is like a mountain concluded, and Huo Wenxi and the crew returned to Hong Kong one step ahead.
Li Chen didn't let her announce the transaction price, and as for what the media speculated, he couldn't control it.
However, someone had already leaked that the copyright transaction price of father's love is like a mountain had set a sky-high record for Hong Kong films.
Two more days passed, and painted skin also completed its copyright transaction.
These two films, unlike lurking, had their copyrights directly sold by Li Chen, without a box office split.
Because some countries and regions were more troublesome, and box office success couldn't be guaranteed.
By selling the copyright outright, even if it couldn't be screened in some regions later, it had no relation to him.
If the transaction price of painted skin made Han Sanping beam with joy.
Then receiving the news from the organizing committee for the painted skin crew to return to Venice made him even more ecstatic.
This meant that painted skin had won an award.
The Golden Lion and the Grand Jury Prize were beyond Li Chen's wildest dreams; the possibility was almost zero.
The Venice Film Festival's most anticipated closing ceremony red carpet and awards ceremony were approaching.
On the 10th, Li An was also said to have returned to Venice.
Li An's film had the strongest buzz, as its subject matter was highly advantageous.
However, from the information published in the festival's official bulletin.
Li An's brokeback mountain was not as well-received as George Clooney's Good Night, and Good Luck.
The closing ceremony was held at seven in the evening.
Outside the red carpet, screaming fans packed the area.
"Xiao Wei."
The painted skin crew, walking on the red carpet, could still hear people calling Zhou Xun's character name from painted skin.
There were also Chinese fans shouting Zhou Xun and Gu Tianle's names.
Reporters also greeted Li Chen, Li Bingbing, and others, asking them to look at the camera.
"Director Li, we wish you a triumphant return," a Sina reporter said.
"Thank you."
After dealing with the reporters, everyone continued to walk the red carpet.
Suddenly, piercing screams erupted from behind them.
Li Chen and the others turned around to look.
It turned out that George Clooney had walked onto the red carpet.
The female fans went wild, and cheers thundered on both sides of the red carpet.
"Let's go, don't disturb these crazy girls," Li Chen said with a smile.
Upon entering the venue, as soon as she sat down, Zhou Xun couldn't help but say, "Director Li, why didn't you come to support perhaps love yesterday?"
Li Chen smiled and said, "Didn't Yang Siwei go? What's the difference if I go?"
Zhou Xun was displeased: "How can that be the same?"
Li Chen chuckled, "Xun Ge, can you be a bit more clear-headed?"
"What do you mean?" Zhou Xun frowned.
"For the premieres of painted skin and father's love is like a mountain, did Chen Kexin come?"
"For your perhaps love, did Han Dong go?"
"I can go support you, but there's no need to give Chen Kexin face."
Zhou Xun froze for a moment, then gradually understood.
Yang Siwei coming was considered Director Li showing his support for her.
But there was indeed no need to give Chen Kexin face.
No wonder only Guan Jinpeng came last night.
None of the other big directors showed up.
The awards ceremony began very quickly.
Li Chen managed to remain calm.
But Zhou Xun and Li Bingbing couldn't, including Gu Tianle, the male lead.
Objectively speaking, Gu Tianle lost to the original lead actor, Chen Kun, in terms of his eyes.
There was no emotion in his eyes.
But Li Chen's film was not originally made to win awards; box office success was enough.
When the Best Screenplay Award went to Good Night, and Good Luck, Li Chen knew in his heart that the Golden Lion would still go to Li An.
The Best Director Award went to The Lover.
Li Chen felt a faint, almost imperceptible sense of disappointment in his heart.
But when he turned his head, whether it was Markel, who was presenting the award, or the people around him.
Their gazes and expressions towards him were filled with envy and joy.
What's going on? Did I hear wrong?
No, that's right, Philippe, the director of The Lover, is already on stage.
"Director Li, why are you spacing out? Hurry up and go on stage to accept the award," Zhou Xun said with a smile.
"Accept the award? Isn't Philippe already on stage?"
Li Chen was so confused that he spoke without thinking.
What did Philippe being on stage have to do with him?
If Zhou Xun had said that normally, Li Chen would have understood what she meant.
But now, his mind was truly a bit frozen.
It wasn't until Zhou Xun grinned and said, "Double yolk! It's a double yolk, Director Li!"
Only then did Li Chen react, turning his head to see Markel, who was presenting the award, still looking at him with a smile.
Philippe also seemed to be waiting for him.
Li Chen finally came back to his senses, "My goodness!"
The Golden Lion also had a double yolk, and it landed on him.
Li Chen calmed his instantly soaring spirits and slowly walked onto the podium.
Double Golden Lions were not unheard of, but they seemed to have happened only after ten years.
However, this year marks the centenary of Chinese cinema, perhaps…
"Li Chen, congratulations."
"Thank you."
Li Chen hadn't even prepared an acceptance speech. Should he say 'Thank you CCTV'?
"Li Chen, tell us about your current feelings."
Li Chen held the trophy, feeling somewhat at a loss for the first time.
Zhou Xun sat below, winking at her.
Li Chen instantly had an idea.
"I'm very happy, because this was completely unexpected. I didn't think I'd win an award, so I didn't prepare a speech."
This was Li Chen's honest opinion; although he knew there would be an award, he estimated that nine out of ten chances it would be for Zhou Xun.
"I want to thank two people."
"The first is the lead actress of painted skin, Zhou Xun."
"Because she was the only actor in painted skin who rejected my invitation."
"But in the end, she still came."
Zhou Xun instantly felt so embarrassed that she wanted to hide.
The guests present also applauded and joked.
"Secondly, I want to thank Mr. Markel, the chairman of the Venice Film Festival."
"Because at first, just like Zhou Xun rejected me, I also rejected Mr. Markel's invitation."
"But in the end, I still came."
"Thank you, Zhou Xun, for rejecting me, and thank you, Markel, whom I rejected."
"Without you, how regretful I would be." Li Chen raised the Silver Lion in his hand and kissed it.
The scene immediately erupted in applause; this young Golden Palm director from China was too humorous.
Markel also gave Li Chen a big hug.
"Thank you for your red wine, Li Chen," Markel whispered in Li Chen's ear, smiling.
"And thank you for your invitation, Markel."
"I hope to see the young Li Chen on the podium in Venice again in the future," Markel said, laughing loudly in public.
"Thank you, I will. Compared to silver, I actually prefer gold," Li Chen replied with a smile.
The scene immediately erupted in applause and cheers again.
Back in the audience, Zhou Xun muttered, "Director Li, I didn't realize you hold grudges."
"That wasn't a rejection. I was just afraid I wouldn't act well."
Li Chen was in a good mood and laughed, "Don't think only women can be petty. You were the first actor to reject me, and I'll remember that for a lifetime."
Zhou Xun smiled and said, "Okay, it's an honor to be remembered by Director Li for a lifetime."
What Li Chen didn't know was that outside the venue, domestic reporters watching the live TV broadcast were also cheering wildly.
Li An also had another award, and it was most likely the Golden Lion.
After all, Good Night, and Good Luck had already won a screenplay award.
Next, the Best Actor award went to Robert Merrill for The Beast in the Heart. Gu Tianle showed no sign of disappointment.
He probably let go of it when Li Chen received the Silver Lion.
Immediately after, it was time for the Best Actress award.
Chinese writer A Cheng came on stage to present the award.
Li Chen smiled and comforted Zhou Xun and Li Bingbing: "There will be other opportunities in the future; just take it easy."
The two women's thoughts were not on Li Chen at all.
Before Li Chen had even finished speaking, A Cheng had already announced the winning actress.
He spoke in Chinese: painted skin, Zhou Xun.
This time, Li Chen heard clearly; it wasn't a double yolk, but it was Zhou Xun!
This, this was like his experience in Cannes, another double whammy!
Following Li Xuejian's crowning as emperor in Cannes.
Zhou Xun, once again, was crowned queen in Venice!!!
Zhou Xun's face was flushed, trembling as if a swan with outstretched wings had poured all its strength into delivering the final blow of its life.
At the scene, both Chinese and foreigners went wild.
The Chinese reporters outside were even more excited, like they were drunk, completely forgetting where they were.
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