Chapter 342: With Little Liu, in Berlin

After the year, the films of the Inquiry Realm in the country were successively taken off the screen.

Domestically, Ning Hao's *Detective Chinatown* took the runner-up of the New Year release window with 210 million.

Following the art film *Cow*, it announced the return of the king of the second commercial film director after Boss Lu.

Baoqiang continued to become popular at the speed of one breakout role every year, mixing in the glamorous entertainment circle with a more simple and grounded image.

Tong Liya also ushered in her screen debut. The Ah Xiang she played was standard, but she broke out of the circle because of her beauty and exotic style.

Ranked ahead of *Detective Chinatown* was naturally Zhang Yimou's *Curse of the Golden Flower*, which raked in 330 million in box office revenue and maintained consistent word-of-mouth, without the wave of criticism seen in later generations.

Second only to the 340 million of *The Domain 2* in the middle of the year.

Old Mouzi specially made an overseas phone call, thanking Lu Kuan with a beaming face, claiming that the big red envelope for Lu Kuan had already been prepared.

Xue Xiaolu of the Valentine's Day release window played steadily. *Those Years* had a big reputation, continued to dominate the Valentine's Day release window, and took 150 million in box office.

The audience at this time had not been raised in threshold by various youth love films.

Shen Jiayi's regret will clearly become the youth imprint of a generation.

At the same time, the industry salary of the heroine Su Chang also increased to about 4 million, second only to Liu Yifei, Zhang Ziyi, Zhou Xun, Fan Bingbing, and others.

The pattern of the Four Dan Actresses, the two Bings, and one Fei, perhaps there will be a big change next year.

Overall, although the Inquiry Realm in the country did not have Boss Lu's masterpiece, the company's two famous directors were enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility.

Especially these two advertising-friendly films, including DVD copyright, and the income of Zhang Jingying's *Those Years* original soundtrack, created a net profit of nearly 150 million RMB.

This undoubtedly injected fresh water into the Inquiry Realm's standardized cinema layout in second and third-tier cities, slowing down the capital pressure.

What Boss Lu was most gratified by was that *The Domain 2*, which had a stable audience group, finally had a global box office of about 3.5 billion RMB.

Of course, except for the mainland sharing, which took some advantage, this figure looked large, but there was not much in hand.

The income was basically the same as *The Domain* three years ago, with nearly 100 million USD in pocket.

However, the DVD and derivative income a few months later could continue to be harvested, which could be used to continue to raise Twitter, which was frantically sucking blood.

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The filming of the *Sky of History* crew in Jin Ling ended quickly.

The remaining scenes would be returned to supplement some secondary shots after the streets and historical scenes were destroyed by the war.

In February 2007, the crew came to Germany, preparing to spend a period of filming schedule here.

The day after checking into the hotel, Lu Kuan took Liu Yifei out.

February in Berlin was still wrapped in the lingering cold of winter.

The sky seemed to be tightly covered by a huge lead-gray curtain, pressing heavily toward the ground.

The branches of the trees on the street were dry and twisted, shivering in the cold wind, and a few withered yellow leaves were dangling on the branches, ready to be pulled off by this biting wind at any time.

On the street, the cold stone road revealed a bone-chilling cold, and the humid air was filled with a kind of killing intent with a unique political flavor of Berlin.

The young man and woman walked silently side by side, both wearing over-the-knee coats, wrapping their collars tightly.

An occasional sentence, the white air exhaled was instantly rolled away by the cold wind.

"Germany doesn't have my scenes, why don't you let me go to the US to prepare first?"

The girl frowned with her clean eyebrows, showing dissatisfaction. Her short scenes in Germany had already been filmed in the Jin Ling set.

Boss Lu was a bit perfunctory, looking left and right: "Is this your first time in Berlin? Let's take two days to go around before leaving."

"What Brandenburg Gate, Reichstag, Berlin Wall ruins."

"By the way, Feng Yuanzheng has a photo, it's a photo of him and the Berlin Wall in the 80s. It hadn't been pushed down at that time. Shall we go and see?"

Little Liu looked at him with unkind expression: "I have to prepare for the scenes in the US."

"The last scene is too important. I have to go to PBS TV station to feel it, the state of arguing with the enemy in front of the audience all over the world."

"By the way, before that, I have to go to see Chunru's psychologist."

She didn't think her mental state needed adjustment.

It was because before Zhang Chunru debated with the Japanese ambassador to the US, Saito Kunihiko, in 1998, she had strong anxiety because of long-term accumulated psychological problems.

The harassment of her family by the right-wing, the anonymous envelopes sent with bullets and threats, the huge pressure to clarify the truth in front of the public...

She lost her speech.

This was the sequelae of Zhang Chunru's long-term high mental tension and taking antidepressants. Fortunately, she recovered quickly and didn't delay her resounding voice at PBS.

Little Liu needed to investigate the causes and manifestations of this symptom, and try to act as realistically as possible.

Boss Lu didn't answer, just walked on the street with her, one step deep and one step shallow. Their popularity in Europe was relatively low, and few local residents recognized them.

Seeing him avoiding the important and taking the light, Liu Yifei was unhappy, standing with her arms crossed and not walking.

"Did you forget what you promised me?" The little girl looked at him with crystal clear eyes.

"He who travels a hundred miles, half is ninety. It's just the last bit. I want to complete this role perfectly."

Boss Lu was still in a lazy appearance, making Liu Yifei's questioning like hitting cotton without feedback.

"Then did you also forget what you promised me?"

"When I say you need to stop, you must stop."

Liu Yifei's pretty face was cold: "I stopped! Running the roadshow for *The Domain 2*, participating in the interview of *A Date with Luyu*, and managing the promotion of Twitter, didn't I do it all?"

"Alright then, now accompany me on a tour of Berlin." Boss Lu began to act shamelessly: "Just pretend you've been 'submerged' by me, this director; you'll do whatever I tell you to."

Little Liu was so angry that she was half dead, raising her pink fist and wanting to commit a crime!

This love-incapable washing machine, can't even say good words properly!

"Wait!" The young director clamped her wrist with quick eyes and hands.

"Today is to see Rabe's descendants, and then go to pay homage to Rabe. This is not unrelated to your role, right?"

Boss Lu talked nonsense: "By the way, look at the scenery and integrate yourself into this world, which is conducive to you shaping the character better."

Liu the Little Donkey was quite helpless. Since she came, she should be at peace. She wore earmuffs and got into the taxi he stopped, not wanting to hear sophistry anymore.

The taxi stopped at an old house in the suburbs of Berlin. Afei, who came in advance, brought a translator, and was carrying local specialties from Jin Ling in his hand.

Ringing the doorbell, the one who opened the door was a blonde girl in her twenties, with clear eyes, looking about the same age as Liu Yifei.

"Lu, hello, I am Ursula Reinhardt's granddaughter, Hannah."

Ursula Reinhardt is Rabe's granddaughter, and she is already over 70 years old this year.

She looked at the girl beside the man again: "My grandmother is right, you look so much like the young Iris in the photo."

Hannah politely thanked the oriental guests for the gifts, led everyone into the living room, and shouted excitedly: "Grandmother! Your Chinese guests are here!"

There was a movement in the inner room. Ursula Reinhardt, who heard the movement, walked out trembling with a cane, white-haired and chicken-skinned, but still spirited.

She stared at Little Liu, muttering in her mouth: "Iris! Is it you? You came to see me again!"

Hannah helped her sit down and explained with a smile: "Grandmother, this is the actor who plays Iris, don't get it wrong."

"Hello! Mrs. Reinhardt, Iris is busy with work in the US, and will come to see you when she finishes."

"Good, good." Ursula Reinhardt walked closer before she saw Liu Yifei's face clearly, which was indeed too young.

Lu Kuan asked Afei to offer the gifts, and Little Liu was also looking at the furnishings in the room.

It was indeed the same as what was said in Zhang Chunru's notes, simple and plain, and it hadn't changed all these years.

Ursula looked at these gifts from Jin Ling, Jin Ling, and was filled with emotion: "I went to Jin Ling in 1936 to see my grandfather. I was only six years old at that time, and I couldn't remember too many things."

"The packaging of these foods reminds me of that winter in 1948. What kind Chinese people..."

Ursula was old and easy to be sentimental, and her turbid eyes fell tears immediately.

After the end of World War II in 1945, Rabe was investigated and dismissed because of his Nazi party member status, and he was almost unable to maintain the basic life of his family. The situation of the whole family was extremely difficult.

At the beginning of 1948, the news that Rabe's family was poor and destitute reached Jin Ling.

The citizens of Jin Ling donated money and materials generously, and soon raised 100 million yuan in legal currency donations.

In March of that year, this donation was used to buy milk powder, sausages, coffee, butter, jam, and other foods in Switzerland, and together with local specialties from Jin Ling, they were packed into 4 large packages and sent to Rabe.

From June 1948 to April 1949, the people of Jin Ling sent a package of food to Rabe every month.

These foods saved Rabe, who was in a desperate situation. He wrote back to the citizens of Jin Ling:

Your kindness gave me the courage to continue living. I miss that land.

Ursula began to tell the story in detail. Rabe returned to his country and kept his promise, reporting the atrocities of the Japanese devils to the German authorities, but was arrested by the Gestapo because of this.

Although Rabe was released on bail, he was required not to give speeches, talk, or write about the atrocities in Jin Ling from then on.

Until 1996, when Zhang Chunru was organizing materials at the Washington National Library, she found an important clue.

Rabe returned to Germany with the film recording the atrocities of the Japanese devils by the Jin Ling priest Magee, and wanted to see Goering and Hitler as a party member to expose the atrocities to the world. How could there be no news from then on?

Thus, she visited Rabe's granddaughter Ursula through the embassy. Through conversation and persuasion, the diary that had been sealed for nearly 60 years saw the light of day again.

Zhang Chunru spent 15 hours photocopying all the diaries, one copy was sent to the country as evidence, and one copy was sent to New York to hold a press conference facing the world.

It can be said that without her, there would be no publication of *The Rabe Diary*, which is almost ironclad evidence pointing to the atrocities of the Japanese devils.

History always has the power to touch people's hearts.

It is one thing for Liu Yifei to see it in Zhang Chunru's notes, but it is another kind of very realistic feeling to be told by this person herself.

These glimmers of mutual help in the cracks of history, just like the riddled horse lamp in the museum display cabinet, although the glass is broken and the copper rust is mottled, it forever seals the warmth that once illuminated the darkest moments.

Outside of dark history, the mutual understanding and gratitude between Rabe and the citizens of Jin Ling gave her a lot of human power.

Including the director of this film, Lu Kuan, such face-to-face conversation also gave him more and more delicate emotions and strokes, turning into lens language to tell the audience.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, the group came to the cemetery of the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church in the western suburbs of Berlin.

Rabe's grave was still very simple at this time, built in a square with square cement under a cypress tree, without a tombstone or epitaph, let alone a bronze statue.

Only the wooden sign simply recorded two lines of text:

John Rabe, 1882.11.23—1950.01.05

Little Liu felt sad, stood on tiptoe and whispered in Lu Kuan's ear: "Can we fund their family? At least build a decent tombstone."

"Well, I have communicated with the Jin Ling side, this is necessary."

In fact, the memorial cemetery built by Jin Ling for Rabe in 2013 in later generations will be completed. The tombstone is chiseled from Jin Ling's rain flower stone, piled with bamboo, plum blossoms, and chrysanthemums from China.

During the mask period in later generations, after the Jin Ling side received a call for help from John Rabe's grandson Thomas Rabe, the Chinese Embassy in Germany and many departments, institutions, and enterprises in the country immediately took action.

A batch of medical supplies donated by memorial halls, local pharmaceutical companies in Jin Ling, and other units were sent to the Heidelberg municipal government, Heidelberg University Medical School, and Thomas Rabe.

The latter burst into tears like his grandfather did back then, and wrote back to thank the kind Chinese people.

Lu Kuan and Liu Yifei put down the bouquets they brought, bowed and paid tribute to this angel of justice who was the same as Zhang Chunru.

"Oh! Isn't this Liu Yifei?!"

A familiar hometown accent suddenly came from behind the two. Looking back, they were two girls with Chinese faces.

Knowing that it was impolite to be noisy in the cemetery, the girl who just exclaimed hurriedly covered her mouth, and then stepped forward excitedly: "Sisi, I am... I am your idol!"

"No, no, I am your fan!"

Another girl curiously raised her head to look at the man beside Liu Yifei. That familiar, unrestrained face came into view. She couldn't help but blurt out a "Xi" sound, and then stopped abruptly.

"Hello Director Lu! Hello Director Lu!"

Little Liu's two fans immediately understood that the crew had arrived in Germany.

Great! Can go to ask for an autograph!

Liu Yifei smiled gently at them: "Are you here to commemorate Mr. Rabe?"

"Yes!" The round-faced girl responded impatiently: "We are international students at Humboldt University in Berlin, and we have been paying attention to your dynamics, Sisi!"

"Since we learned from your publicity that Mr. Rabe saved many compatriots in Jin Ling, many international students have spontaneously come to offer flowers and commemorate."

Liu Yifei smiled beautifully. Just like hearing the interaction between Rabe and the citizens of Jin Ling, a warmth flowed in her heart, soothing her limbs and bones.

This is the greatest reward for her hard work during this period, and it is also the significance of filming this movie.

"Thank you, why don't you commemorate Mr. Rabe first, and we will sign and take photos outside the cemetery in a while."

The idol's thoughtfulness made the two girls nod incessantly with excitement, turning around to restrain their joy, and solemnly offered flowers and bowed.

Outside the cemetery, the "Fairy Sister" who revealed her identity attracted a few more Chinese faces, and even Korean international students.

"Oh! Director Lu! Sisi!"

"Director Lu Kuan! Annyeonghaseyo!"

"No wonder a studio was set up in the school recently!"

Liu Yifei pampered her fans, took the camera and stuffed it into the young director's hand, turned back and smiled at everyone: "You are lucky today, the genius director is personally holding the camera."

The fans cheered a little, and peeked at the interaction between the two, the legendary gossip man and woman, eating melons on the spot today.

Boss Lu naturally didn't take any airs, picked up the digital camera and took a lot of photos, various center compositions, rule-of-thirds compositions, symmetrical compositions.

The international students of this era were relatively high in quality, and they clicked their tongues in admiration while looking at the photos in the camera.

"Deserving of being a world-class director, this is different!"

"Nonsense, his movies sell for hundreds of millions, taking a group photo is not a matter of hand!"

Several international students also had the consciousness of not being light bulbs, and left with joy.

Meeting the Fairy Sister overseas, and having photos taken by Boss Lu himself, this trip today is worth it no matter what.

Blog Network is about to usher in the carnival of several lucky ones.

The sun at noon was a little warmer, Lu Kuan looked at Little Liu who was much calmer: "Go eat?"

"Let's go."

"Want to eat..."

The abrupt phone ring interrupted Boss Lu's inquiry.

"Lu, I am Dieter Kosslick."

"Oh! Mr. Chairman, hello."

Berlin Film Festival Chairman Kosslick laughed: "It's a pity that you still didn't accept our invitation, and only arrived in Berlin after the film festival closed."

"I'm sorry, the filming schedule is indeed very tight, I will definitely support it next time."

Definitely next time, definitely next time.

Kosslick's tone carried a sincere intention: "Lu, how about having lunch together? I'll call Borchardt restaurant to book a table now."

"Uh..." Boss Lu looked at Liu Yifei: "Okay, I will go over with Crystal, do you know her?"

"Of course, of course." Kosslick didn't say anything, but it seemed like he said everything.

Borchardt restaurant at 47 Französische Straße is a top restaurant in Berlin, located near Gendarmenmarkt, and is a place where celebrities gather in Berlin:

Obama has been here, Nicole Kidman, Jack Nicholson, and others have all patronized it.

For political figures, Hollywood stars, and economic big shots, Borchardt restaurant is like a canteen that can be entered and exited freely, but it is difficult for ordinary people to book a seat.

However, half an hour later, when Kosslick's signature dish—

Schnitzel with potatoes and cucumber salad appeared in front of Boss Lu and Little Liu, the young man and woman, whose tongues had long been spoiled by the chef, frowned slightly at the same time.

Especially Liu Yifei.

Originally, she was worried about the role and scenes, but was forced to stay in Berlin by the bad guy.

Forced to stay is fine. After all, the communication with Rabe's descendants in the morning was a bit of a new inspiration, which is not a bad thing.

Can also spend a day in the world of two people with him.

Now it's good, there is a bald big light bulb sitting opposite, and eating cold salad in the cold and humid Berlin.

The little girl just felt it was really bad.

It's just a pity that the big light bulb had no self-awareness: "Lu! Crystal, I welcome you on behalf of Berlin!"

Professional actor Little Liu raised her glass with a smile: "Thank you!"

Liu Yifei raised her head slightly, her neck and throat were beautiful, and the lines were soft.

The scarlet wine liquid entered her throat, dispersed in her mouth, and she felt the sweetness, temperature, and acidity with the tip of her tongue...

Well, the vintage is not enough, and the taste is not mellow enough.

Kosslick added another "crime"!

The Berlin Film Festival Chairman naturally didn't know that he had been added to the crime, and smiled at Boss Lu: "Lu, I want to bring this film of yours to Berlin next year."

"Time doesn't seem to allow it, right?"

"The current progress should be released globally within the year."

The registration threshold for the main competition unit of the three major European film festivals, without exception, requires a global premiere.

That is, before participating in the exhibition, it cannot be publicly screened on other platforms or countries. This is to highlight the authority and uniqueness of the film festival.

Of course, as long as it is a rule set by people, there are exceptions.

For example, *Parasite* was screened in the country before participating in Cannes.

After being exposed, the official explanation of the film festival was a small-scale media screening, and it finally won the Palme d'Or.

There is also the old film *Roma*, which was screened at the Telluride Film Festival before the premiere at the Venice Film Festival, and was finally judged to be eligible for selection.

According to Lu Kuan's plan, he hoped that this film with special significance would be released on the 70th anniversary in 2007, which obviously didn't meet Berlin's time requirements.

Kosslick pondered for a few seconds: "Lu, don't rush to refuse, this matter... I will think of a way."

"Of course, if you can postpone the release time, I think it's a good thing for everyone."

Kosslick was obviously also a power figure in the film circle. He was the office director of the Mayor of Hamburg in 1979, and later jumped to become a reporter for the political magazine *Konkret*.

In 1983, he entered the film funding field, served as the managing director of the Hamburg Cultural Film Fund, and served as the chairman of the Berlin Film Festival for nearly twenty years.

If there is anyone else who can help Boss Lu open a back door, it is him.

The young director was a bit surprised: "Mr. Chairman, you haven't even seen this film, why are you so persistent?"

"Of course it's because of you, Lu."

"To be honest, I am surprised that you, at such an age, take on the filming task of a film with such historical depth."

"But this time at the Berlin Film Festival, I met many of your compatriots and inevitably talked about you."

"Especially Wang, who won the Jin Xiong, and Ms. Shi Nansheng from Xiangjiang, and Mr. Liang Jiahui."

Kosslick sighed: "They all talked about you and this film. I specifically searched for information on the internet. Your seriousness and dedication..."

His gaze turned to Liu Yifei again: "And Crystal's professionalism makes me sigh. I believe this will be a great work. I look forward to it being as famous as *Schindler's List*."

Kosslick and Marco Müller are both pro-China film festival chairmen, and the performance of Chinese films during their tenure has been quite good.

For example, Wang Quan'an's *Tuya's Marriage*, which won the Jin Xiong this year, and Zhang Yang's *Getting Home* were selected for the "Panorama" unit.

And Chen Junlin's *Mei*, which won the Silver Bear for Best Short Film.

Little Liu looked at the man beside her with beautiful eyes, not knowing if he was moved by Kosslick's three visits to the thatched cottage.

If he could go to Berlin and win some awards, it should be more beneficial for film promotion.

Actually, what Lu Kuan was thinking about was another thing.

"Mr. Chairman, I will consider it carefully." The young director laughed: "But before that, I want to ask you for a favor."

"Please speak."

Lu Kuan pondered: "You must know the theme of this film."

"This time going abroad to film, there will be many anticipated difficulties, cold eyes and suppression from the ideological field, harassment and trouble from the remnants of the Japanese right-wing."

"Lu, you mean..."

Boss Lu looked at Liu Yifei, who had a charming face, and chose to tell the truth: "The prototype in my film, Ms. Zhang Chunru, is also the historical consultant of the crew."

"She should have been here now, visiting Rabe's descendants with me."

"But her family in the US was harassed, her husband and child received threatening letters. This time she rushed back because her young child was frightened, and her mental state is a bit unstable."

"Clang!"

Kosslick and Lu Kuan both looked at Liu Yifei, only to see her standing up with a pale face, her coat hem sweeping over the red wine glass.

The blood-red wine liquid overflowed, turning into a hideous pool on the clean floor, terrifying to look at.

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears in an instant: "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Sit down first."

Lu Kuan saw that she was in a bad mood, and chose to speak briefly with Kosslick: "Currently, according to the Chicago police, these are Japanese immigrants. Because they didn't clearly violate US law, they cannot be convicted."

"Mr. Chairman, what I mean is—"

"Rabe is a friend of the Chinese people, and Berlin and Jin Ling are also friendly cities. Now that the film has encountered so many obstacles before it is finished and released, I hope to get your help."

Kosslick nodded with a serious expression: "I am willing to provide help, what do you need me to do?"

"There are the German Peace Association and the White Rose organization in Germany, both of which are long-standing non-governmental associations that call for peace, friendship, and oppose fascism and militarism."

"I want to ask you to contact them on my behalf, and ask them to give the *Sky of History* crew some support, speak out for Jin Ling and Zhang Chunru like supporting *Schindler's List*, and give us some public opinion support."

"As for the activity funds, the crew will properly arrange and provide them."

Kosslick nodded, knowing that the situation was urgent, and no longer talked about the film festival: "I still have some acquaintances in the Hamburg and Munich municipal governments. If the crew encounters problems filming here, you can find me at any time."

"I have an impression of the two organizations you mentioned. They often march to support some anti-war films during the film festival."

The film festival chairman stood up: "Lu, wait for my news."

"Thank you very much! Mr. Chairman, I promise you to consider the invitation carefully." Boss Lu laughed: "In any case, thank you for your kindness and friendship."

"Haha, you are too polite." Kosslick sighed: "Rabe's experience tells me that Chinese people are friends worth making deep friends with, especially you, young director."

The two parted ways. Little Liu then took out her phone worriedly.

"Don't call, I asked this morning."

"There is no problem for the time being, it's just that the child was frightened and needs time to recover."

Little Liu hammered the table with a fierce fist: "Too hateful, this group of scum!"

The surrounding customers all cast surprised glances. Boss Lu took the little girl out first.

"I want to go to the US tomorrow."

"Wait a little longer."

Boss Lu didn't commit himself, and took her to the Tiergarten park near the restaurant.

This is a large city park located in the center of Berlin, located in the heart of Berlin, extending from the Brandenburg Gate to the Zoo train station, adjacent to many areas such as Mitte.

The oak trees on both sides of the tree-lined path had long since faded from the lushness of summer, and the withered yellow leaves rustled in the wind, as if countless dry hands were silently scratching the air.

Liu Yifei turned into Liu the Little Donkey again: "I said, I want to go to the US tomorrow."

"Little Liu, is this park beautiful? Let me tell you, the history here can be traced back to the Prussian rule, and it was once a private hunting ground for the Brandenburg candidates..."

Walked for a long time without hearing any movement.

Turning back, the little girl stood straight in place looking at him, her eyes red in the cold wind, like a poor wild grass.

"Don't worry, I have already arranged it."

"These are all anticipated difficulties. Don't you still have several videos of harassment by right-wing elements saved on your phone?"

Liu Yifei felt aggrieved for Zhang Chunru.

The more she substituted herself into this character and understood her life, the more she admired her noble personality.

A descendant of a famous family, a family of officials, could have lived this life comfortably and decently, but she was able to sacrifice herself for the justice of history without hesitation.

Lu Kuan thought to himself that the warmth she drew from Rabe's descendants today was washed away again.

However, at the age of only nineteen, no matter how much she has experienced in these years, it is inevitable that her mood will fluctuate in the face of such twists and turns.

Little Liu wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, and the biting cold wind hurt her face.

Fortunately, the young director walked over and blocked in front of her, stopping this coldness.

"The filming environment and public opinion environment in the country and abroad are completely different."

Boss Lu signaled her to walk in the shadow behind him, which could block the wind.

"What we are facing now is not only to film the movie well with quality and quantity, but also to fight a good public opinion war and propaganda war."

Liu Yifei was curious: "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about the country, as long as there are poisonous insects and public intellectuals clamoring, let them look good."

"These anti-war organizations in Berlin that have influence in the world are a help. Their core personnel are all Jews."

"The sponsorship I just mentioned is actually just naked propaganda fees, but Kosslick obviously understands."

Little Liu nodded silently. She is not a simple underage girl anymore. She knows that everything has a price.

Where in this world is there any love and hate without reason?

Even if they are anti-war Jews, why should they empathize with your national hatred?

In the end, everything still has to be like him, using his own resources, power, and wealth to achieve his goals.

From this perspective, the realistic education that has been influenced by him all the time is not a bad thing. At least she can recognize the truth of the world's operation early.

Liu Yifei's mood stabilized a bit, and she walked out of the shadow behind Lu Kuan.

Standing beside him, facing the faint sunlight in the afternoon together.

Her mood calmed down a little: "Then what about in North America?"

"Buy the way with money."

"I am preparing to donate to USC to establish a special effects laboratory related to science fiction films, to create a pro-US, pro-Hollywood persona for myself, and privately I can also recruit special effects talents for Butian Film."

Little Liu pondered for a while: "Fortunately, you also donated a teaching building in the country, otherwise you would be criticized to pieces, right?"

"Worshiping foreign things and fawning over foreign powers, earning money from countrymen, and sending warmth to your American daddy?"

Long illness makes a good doctor. Liu Yifei thought of the headlines of the soft articles that scolded him.

Boss Lu has almost no defense against her: "Do you think this is useful?"

"USC must be donated, and Beidian must also be donated. Even so, it may not be able to block the mouths of that group of moths."

Liu Yifei pouted and muttered in a low voice: "I don't want to see others say this about you, why should you be misunderstood for doing good things."

"Stop pretending, you are my biggest black fan. How many likes did you give to the scolding of me as a washing machine?" Boss Lu looked at her speechlessly.

"Is that scolding?" Little Liu shook her head calmly: "The truth is hard to hear."

"First donate to USC, and then contact some Jewish anti-war organizations in the US through Harvey. These organizations can influence many Jewish media."

"There is also the public opinion power controlled by Disney, and the media power of Chinese in North America."

"Wait until I control Blockbuster and Netflix, get this DVD distribution channel, and get the admission ticket for future streaming media, I can have more discourse power!"

He hasn't counted the shares in Facebook and Twitter.

The former doesn't need to be used with great fanfare for the time being, and the latter is still in the development stage, which is also more practical to keep a low profile.

The young director laid out his plan without any scruples, making Little Liu's beautiful eyes linger, and her heart was tightly tied to him.

His kindness or evil, always gives her a great sense of security, a glimmer of comfort in this world that deeply implements the law of the dark forest.

If she were allowed to jump into this dark entertainment circle alone, looking at the vastness, she wouldn't know what it would become.

Recognizing the cruel truth of this world, and still loving it, striving for her goals.

For Liu Yifei, who has accompanied him all the way, this is the greatest heroism and the greatest romanticism.

"By the way, will Deng Wendi and News Corporation obstruct it? Sony Columbia should do something, right?"

Lu Kuan shook his head: "Their media power is very weak. They can only do some small actions secretly. If they dare to bare their teeth, they have to risk losing the Chinese market."

Columbia set up a branch in Xiangjiang in the 1990s, and it is also the foreign film company that cooperates most closely with Huayi, although the relationship is not very harmonious now.

"As for News Corporation..." Boss Lu smiled a bit cunningly: "I hope Murdoch doesn't think so openly. I really didn't want to fight to the death with them."

Little Liu teased him: "Bragging, News Corporation's volume is several times yours, right?"

"Useless, I know Murdoch, that old boy, five hundred years before and after his death, one sword can take his life gate, and he will die immediately!"

The young director's slightly exaggerated tone made Liu Yifei cover her mouth and giggle, and the tragedy was diluted a bit.

What he refers to is naturally the famous News Corporation, that is, Murdoch's "phone hacking" incident in later generations.

As mentioned earlier, Murdoch directly instructed and indulged his newspapers and media to "do evil," adopting commercial war means outside the rules.

Last time, Boss Lu used his old bad deeds in the UK in the 90s to force Deng Wendi to bow and apologize in public, and also let the ally Disney take the opportunity to divide some public opinion territory.

But the power of the "phone hacking" incident was no less than a nuclear bomb compared to the last time.

This is phone hacking and privacy collection directly aimed at the British royal family, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, the former Prime Minister, and famous football players, which has a huge impact!

Intentional calculation of unintentional, if Murdoch really doesn't open his eyes, being stabbed by this knife is like a giant beast bleeding all over being thrown into a school of piranhas.

Even if his past power was great, he couldn't avoid being seriously injured and gnawed by the competitors.

It's just that unless it's a last resort, there's no need to break the fish and the net.

Still, interest exchange is more in line with realistic social rules.

The two walked along the park path, neither of them speaking again.

Boss Lu was thinking about Tang Mu Hanks' Rabe scenes in Germany.

Little Liu...

Is enjoying a period of solitude in a foreign land.

The anxiety about the role, the worry about Zhang Chunru, and the twists and turns of the film were all temporarily thrown to the back of her mind.

The afternoon sun is warm and heartwarming. Berlin, which was just forced by the wind and frost, seems to be soaked in honey-like light in the little girl's eyes now.

The sycamore trees on the banks of the Spree River shook off a body of gold foil, and the leaves swirled and fell on the overlapping shadows of the young man and woman.

The stone path was warmed by the sun, and the pansies emerging from the cracks were topping the last few blue-purple corollas, and the sweet fragrance of freshly baked cinnamon rolls and caramelized almonds floated in the air.

Beautiful scenery can best communicate. If the mentality is different, the perception of the environment will naturally be different.

She quietly fell behind a few steps and took a sneak photo of his back with her phone.

The little girl smiled with two pear dimples on her pretty face. She wanted to post it to her blog, visible only to herself.

But how should the blog post be written to match his complex temperament of artist, patriot, charlatan, conspirator, and shameless lecher...

She racked her brains, searching for her remaining artistic cells, only hating that she didn't read more aesthetics and philosophy books, and only hated that she had few words when she needed them.

How about writing like this:

He is a samurai walking against the light in Kurosawa Akira's lens, his shadow reaching the battlefield before his body.

Doesn't seem very good. Although he likes Kurosawa Akira, he certainly doesn't like being called a little devil.

Otherwise:

His back, like the cast-iron spire of a Gothic cathedral, wrapped in the twilight of Prussian blue?

Also not good. Although it matches the scenery of Berlin Cathedral, it is not the impressionist painting style he likes.

Or:

He is like Rodin's unfinished bronze sculpture *The Walking Man*, every inch of texture is resisting gravity?

Forget it, forget it, that is a headless sculpture, unlucky.

But the temperament of that sculpture not even wearing underwear...

It really matches his unrestrained style!

Liu Yifei, who was thinking wildly in her head, couldn't help but laugh "puchi."

Boss Lu looked back at her, and continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back like an old cadre, planning his film empire.

Liu Yifei ran a few steps to catch up with him, and continued to use the man's back as her photo practice material.

He has his heroism, and she also has her romanticism.

——

The next day, Little Liu chatted with Zhang Chunru on the phone for a long time, and then she felt at ease and stayed in Germany.

Germany was almost all Tang Mu Hanks' scenes.

The first scene was after he returned to wartime Berlin, preparing to show the atrocities film secretly filmed by Jin Ling priest Magee in the Grand Theater, but was arrested by the Gestapo and ordered not to promote images and speeches against allies.

The second scene was that in order to fulfill his promise to the Chinese people, he secretly organized his observations and notes from 1937 to 1938 in the dim study, and organized them into the manuscript *Bombing Jin Ling*, which is the predecessor of *The Rabe Diary* in later generations.

The last part is the one mentioned earlier, in 1948, the poor Rabe accepted the rewards and gifts from the Jin Ling people, and watched his grandchildren wolf down the hard-won food, bursting into tears.

The last part is especially prominent.

The whole film has a depressed background, but in the face of these human ugliness, it also needs to let the audience see the great love in the world.

The two-way rush between Rabe and the citizens of Jin Ling is one of them.

Tang Mu Hanks, who appeared in front of the lens again, seemed to have completely changed into a different person compared to five months ago.

The scenes in Germany were filmed relatively difficultly, because Hanks' body was particularly weak, and he only ate two apples every day after filming to maintain his figure.

March 20, 2007, 4:00 PM, Humboldt University studio.

Today is Tang Mu Hanks' last scene.

Under the magnesium light of the dome studio, Tang Mu Hanks is stroking his "masterpiece."

He is very self-blaming. Although he fulfilled the promise made to the Jin Ling people, he failed to uphold justice because of the political tendencies of the Hitler authorities.

Boss Lu used the intercom to command the photography to fine-tune the track car, and the camera was level with Hanks in the wheelchair.

The extremely realistic age spots appeared under the cracked oil paint of the veteran movie star, the dust-accumulated chandelier on the beam, and the shadow between the movie star's brow bone finally faded into the darkening lens.

The set was silent, only hearing Boss Lu's "wrap" in German, and the applause, shouting, and screaming in the audience rose and fell!

It was too difficult.

In the Humboldt University studio, the young director Lu Kuan and the weak "old" Hanks hugged intimately, smiling with relief at the lens.

Hanks' swollen eye bags and Lu Kuan's dark circles seemed to melt into the same silver salt particles in the digital noise at this moment.

"Lu, my role is completed, I hope it can satisfy you."

Boss Lu sighed: "I am very lucky to be born in this era, because I can cooperate with many excellent and professional actors like you, this is my honor."

Tang Mu Hanks straightened his hunched spine: "My role is wrapped, Tang Mu Hanks is not wrapped."

"I am a director of the American Anti-War Association. After I go back, I will continue to run and speak for our film!"

The hands of the genius director and the famous movie star were tightly clasped together.

This is the mutual appreciation of the professional and the professional, and it is also the two-way rush of the patriot and the pacifist.

Liu Yifei on the side looked infinitely emotional, and she would fly to North America tomorrow.

And she...

Is about to rush to the final battle!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 343 =====