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Xu Hui unscrewed the mineral water on the lectern and took two sips.

The host stepped forward to take charge of the show.

This host should be a student of Peking University, and he almost knows his hosting skills, which is very immature.

Xu Hui glanced at the audience, Zhao Liying happened to be sitting in the first row, looking down to remember something.

The girl is probably used to secretarial work, or he advocates a good memory is not as good as a bad pen, and it is a good habit to carry a notebook with him, as if...

"Director Xu, Director Xu..."

"What's wrong?"

A little distracted, Xu Hui hurriedly put down the mineral water and returned to the center of the podium again.

"The following is the time for students to ask questions freely, and for a limited time, we will answer five questions. ”

As soon as the words fell, a female classmate stood up, and someone handed the microphone next to her.

"Director Xu, I'm from Lin'an, and I especially want to know what you think of the movie "Nanjing!Nanjing!"..."

I'll go, girl, are you here to find fault?

Xu Hui subconsciously wanted to refuse, but the girl's eyes were earnest, and she didn't see any idea of provoking trouble.

After pondering for a few seconds, Xu Hui raised the microphone: "I have seen that movie, to put it simply, I can feel that the director is trying to show the disaster from a neutral point of view, fairly and objectively, and a few fragments of editing can also let people see the director's control of the rhythm... Forget it, I can't go on anymore! That's a bad movie! I don't quite understand why director Lu Kuan thinks about the Nanjing Massacre from the perspective of the Japanese, this is our national martyrdom! Therefore, I say that a director like Lu Kuan belongs to the kind of director who doesn't understand the audience at all and only cares about immersing himself in his own world, and his world view may be different from us ordinary people, which is also the fundamental reason why we ordinary people feel awkward when they watch "Nanjing! Nanjing!"

The audience applauded thunderously.

It doesn't matter if it's the highest university or not, as long as you scold the Japanese, it's politically correct!

Besides, Xu Hui is right, "Nanjing!Nanjing!" does fictionalize a Japanese soldier named Kadokawa, trying to dissect the killing from the perspective of human nature...

The reporters sitting in the back row were also excited.

This trip was really the right time to spend money to get in, but I didn't expect Xu Hui to save face for his peers in front of so many students at Peking University.

"Then if you were asked to make a film that reflected the Nanjing Massacre, what angle would you shoot it from?"

"That's the second question. ”

"Tell me about it!"

"I won't shoot such a grand proposition for the time being, war, history and other subjects, I will definitely not shoot before the age of thirty, even if I have a little talent in directing, but it is not enough to support a vast proposition, if you really want me to answer, I think I may consider starting from an ordinary person with a special profession, such as a prostitute or a priest or a Japanese translator..."

What's more, if you continue to talk about it, it's "The Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling"!

Fortunately, Yan Geling's original work has not yet been released, and no one will say that Xu Hui plagiarized ideas or anything like that.

Xu Hui glanced at the host, who hurriedly raised the microphone and said, "Okay, thank you Director Xu for your answer, which other students want to ask?"

"Hello Director Xu, I'm a third-year graduate student, I'm looking for a job now, I don't know what I'm suitable for, my undergraduate is law, my graduate is history, sometimes I feel that these two degrees are not useful to me... I wonder what you would do if this were you?"

"No, did you ask me about your career experience?"

Xu Hui is a little confused, I'm a director!

"It's not workplace experience, but I just want to ask you about it..."

"Director Xu, you may not know that this senior is a man of the year in our history department, the president of the student union..."

The host probably had a py deal with him, all kinds of licking.

“… I am really curious sometimes, you have worked so hard to get admitted to Peking University, and this experience alone has made you kill 99 percent of your peers and graduate so easily, but you come to me and ask you what you should do and what path you should take? Big brother, Peking University is the highest university in my heart, the most important weapon of the country, I really don't understand what is the current education, and the gifted students are actually like this! You sit down!"

Xu Hui was originally going to learn to say something short, but suddenly realized that he was not a student of Peking University.

As a high school student, why do you educate a history student who is about to graduate from graduate school?

It's embarrassing, it doesn't seem to be qualified to say this!

But enough was enough, many students at the scene, including the teachers, lowered their heads and didn't know what to think.

"Host, do you want to continue?"

Even the host on the stage was stunned, and Xu Hui couldn't help but remind him.

"Oh, okay, come on, is there anything like asking?"

"Director Xu, don't you think you're too lucky in your life, you debuted at the age of 22 and became the most famous idol group in Asia, made a movie at the age of 24, and directly won more than 200 million at the box office, and your fans are all over the country..."

"Okay, what do you want to ask?"

It's a little fat man with an angry face.

"It's just that you should know that not everyone in this world is as lucky as you, you can become popular when you debut, like making a movie, someone will help you find a relationship..."

"I see, you want to talk about opportunity, don't you?"

The little fat man gave a bunch of examples, probably because he didn't meet Huaicai.

Xu Hui cleared his throat: "First of all, I don't think you know me very well, debuted at the age of 22, do you know how many people I competed with at that time for the opportunity to debut? Let me tell you, there are a total of one hundred and fifty people..."

The little fat man pursed his mouth, and Xu Hui interrupted him directly: "... Don't worry, I know what you want to say, there are twenty Chinese among them!"

"I was really lucky? I practiced dancing and my leg was broken, you know? As a rookie, I couldn't sleep more than fifteen hours a week, you know?"

"Now is the market economy, the market economy itself is the survival of the fittest, the competition is very cruel, you feel that you have no talent, then it depends on whether you are really talented, you must know that talent is like an awl in your pocket, it will always come out..."

"Director Xu, I don't agree with your point of view, Han Yu said, 'Maxima often exists, but Bole does not often have...'"

The little fat man raised the microphone and retorted again.

“… We're not debating, are we? Let me conclude by saying that there is no such thing as a talent in today's society, if you can sing, you can go to the draft, if you think you have literary talent, you can write something, and with the intervention of the Internet, talented people can't hide! If you continue to feel sorry for yourself and say that you don't have Bole to appreciate you, then I can only say that you are not pregnant and talented, and you may be infertile!"

The little fat man sat down a little awkwardly.

There was still resentment on his face, but he didn't open his mouth to refute it, and he guessed that he was a little convinced.

"Director Xu, there is another question, do you still have to answer it?"