In fact, Jing Jian was not very optimistic about the effect of the lecture. As the saying goes, he will never die until the Yellow River, and he will not shed tears without seeing the coffin. Ideas, including the changes in the entire system, relying on a few lectures? That is absolutely impossible. However, Jing Jian still doesn't want to give up, just the idea of ​​doing it even though he knows it is impossible. At least he has worked hard and at least he has sowed a few seeds. There is no noble sentiment, it is nothing more than a person's words are about to leave and his words are good.

This is actually related to fame and status. When I first arrived in the United States, Jing Jian encountered a lot of suspicion and ridicule whether in the Microsoft incident or in Hollywood. But now, even if he fired a smoke bomb, the group of hungry wolves on Wall Street were staring at it. No one was a fool, and he had his own judgment.

Immediately afterwards, someone asked: "Teacher Jing, there have been many discussions about your speech in newspapers recently, including many readers' letters. I found a phenomenon, please don't be angry, it is basically all objection. I want to ask, why didn't you see your answer? Do you ignore the voices of the masses?"

Seeing that the question was an editor of a movie magazine, he had attended several previous lectures. Jing Jian smiled slightly: "Editor Liu, I have basically understood those questions, and I feel that there is no need to debate. Everyone does their own business. Workers produce products, factory managers run enterprises well, and we make movies well, and the publicity department is responsible for the publicity. Of course, the state has financial appropriations and shoots main theme movies at all costs. I think major studios will warmly welcome them, right?"

Jing Jian means to do his own business well and not to mess around with others. But the editor Liu became aggressive: "Then do you mean to ignore the opinions of the people?"

When Jing Jian heard this, he was not polite to answer: "Is it really the opinion of the people? It is not the opinion of your editorial department or the film review circle? It is a purposeful choice of letters from the masses? They are all foxes on the mountain. What are they singing about us? "

The auditorium burst into laughter. Jing Jian refused to give in: "Does the so-called ordinary people really understand those professional matters? Just like discussing photography technology, I don't even understand a montage. Is it meaningful to just know that red and green, and the greyhound skin picture looks good? "

Amid the laughter, someone immediately asked: "What do you mean, we are responsible for making movies, and we don't need party propaganda and mass education? Are we falling into vulgarity?"

"I really don't know how you understand it. You can ask such a naive question." Jing Jian's words became increasingly harsh. "That's the matter of the film review department. Those who violate propaganda policies and social customs can be modified, deleted, or even banned. We filmmakers have never thought about this right. Will it be given to us?"

"So how do you view the promotional and educational significance of the film?"

"The significance of propaganda and educational significance are very important. Including artistic performance! I have never denied this. But my lecture talks about the survival problem of Chinese films. If someone can solve it, the country will pay to support us and shoot whatever we want, then that's fine. All I said is nonsense. But to survive by relying on our own, we have to find a way for ourselves. As for publicity, education, art, performance..., I'm sorry, that's the content of another lecture. You're wrong... the topic is off-topic."

To be honest, everyone was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, Jing Jian would be so tough. Dean Chen and his friends touched their chins and thought to themselves: "I'm still too young. Some words should be tactful!" They were thinking about how to put out the fire afterwards.

Some people are more excited, thinking that they finally seized Jing Jian's handle. Even some newspaper reporters and editors are already conceiving new articles to start a new wave of debates. As for Chu Yueting in the backstage, she has already clenched her fists and is full of worry. She comes from a political family, so she has more ideas.

What is more special is child innocence. On Fan Keping's side, Tong Zhen cheered: "This means that publicity and education work is not important, right? It is definitely a wrong route. It also discriminates against the people? At least it will be punished, right?"

Fan Keping was calmer: "It's okay if no one cares about it, and it's okay if someone protects it."

An Xiang, who was beside him, said coldly: "Then let's add a little fire?"

Li Wenjun laughed: "You are conspiracy? I think it makes sense. Who likes to watch those model shows? You don't even watch them? You have to watch them since childhood."

Tongzhen finally couldn't help it: "Brother Junzi, where are you from?"

"Haha, girl, of course I will help you." Li Wenjun said quickly, "Look at my brother, I'll start the cannon!"

When Jing Jian's next question ended, Li Wenjun immediately shouted: "I said my surname is Jing. After listening for a long time, I thought it was ridiculous. You are still an amateur in your qualifications, and you still have the face to be very polite on the stage?"

Jing Jian frowned slightly: "Then what qualifications do you want?"

"At least you have to win the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Award? Yes? Brothers and sisters?" Li Wenjun's words immediately attracted the cheers of the children. Amid the noise, ridicule sounded:

"I haven't won the Wild Stage Team Award, have you?"

"I am a layman, and I'm still giving advice?"

"Get down! Get out quickly!..."

“…”

The scene seemed a little out of control. Chu Yueting in the backstage felt dizzy and her face turned pale. Xia Xinran and the others in the audience also looked nervous.

In the eyes of everyone, Jing Jian seemed very calm. He smiled slightly: "I have never won the domestic award, but have I won it from abroad?"

"..." The sound of cheering came to an abrupt end. Foreign? Foreign prizes?

Someone suddenly asked loudly: "What award? The movie award?"

"Oscar?" Jing Jian's expression was quite innocent. Of course, it became extremely hateful when it fell into the eyes of the innocent and others. "The film I directed won two major awards at this year's Oscars and received three other nominations. Don't you know?"

The audience was silent, everyone was stunned, only Ding Sheng and the insiders were grinning. At this time, the status of the Oscars in the minds of the Chinese people was not too much to overestimate. Therefore, everyone said "Fuck" in their hearts! If it were the kind of admiration, they looked at the real dragon that had once been hidden on the stage.

"Teacher Jing!" Finally, a student stood up excitedly, "In the report, the only Chinese director who won the Oscar this year's Oscars is Branble. Is he you?"
Chapter completed!