Abel Warner looked at the anger in Gu Xiaofan's eyes and decided to show him some more facts, he knew very well that if the Chinese's self-esteem was not completely crushed here, then this negotiation would have no result. 【Reading.com】

"Hey, kid~ Don't look at me like that, like I'm some kind of 3Klux Klan." Abel Warner stood up and pointed to his head:

"I'm a Jew, we Jews don't talk about freedom and democracy, we only talk about business, if you play a clown American audience can accept it, I'm absolutely willing to support you, but do you think it's possible? Do you know what the Chinese look like in the minds of ordinary Americans? ”

Speaking of which Abel Warner pointed to the coffee table in front of him and the pendant on the wall: "Director Gu, do you know what these things are?" ”

Gu Xiaofan didn't answer because he didn't know, and Abel Warner obviously knew the answer:

"There are Qi Bai Li Tiegui alchemy diagrams, Fu Baoshi's landscapes, Shang and Zhou bronzes, Tang Dynasty gold and silver and three-color pottery, Southern Song Dynasty Longquan kiln celadon and Ming Dynasty glazed official kiln porcelain... These are Chinese artworks, but can you recognize them? ”

Gu Xiaofan was embarrassed, and hurriedly checked the information in the mental system, wanting to react to Abel Warner in person, but as soon as he checked the information, he was stunned, and then his fists clenched unconsciously, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose.

"No...... You don't recognize it. Abel said as he took out a stack of change from his pocket and slapped it on the table, and banknotes of different denominations were scattered all over the table.

"But you Chinese can figure out how much money is here, and I bet I find a hundred white people, and they won't be able to figure out how many dollars there is."

Abel Warner pointed to Gu Xiaofan's stiff face and said:

"That's the difference, Chinese don't understand emotion and illusory artistic expression, they are only interested in what is actually in front of them, and performance is the art of emotion, which is not what Chinese are good at."

Gu Xiaofan didn't speak, Liu Shishi was already about to have a seizure, and Jason desperately grabbed her and winked at her.

And Abel Warner also walked up to Liu Shishi with a smile and shook his finger: "No, beautiful Miss China, please don't be angry with me, I'm not a racist, on the contrary, I'm a businessman, businessmen don't discriminate, I only believe in data ......"

Abel Warner said and approached Liu Shishi's face, and said word by word:

"From my grandfather's father, to my grandfather, to my father, each of them created countless great movies, they hired more than thousands of actors, those bright stars, I believe that people in any corner of the world know each other, but is there a Chinese among them? No...... Not one, not only not only Chinese, not even Asian.

In the United States, the number of Chinese is equal to the number of Jews, the IQ is tied for the first race, and the income and education level are also the highest, but we Jews control all the film and television media companies, and the Chinese are all in technology companies, do you think it is really a coincidence?

Not only performances, but also theater, music, painting, sculpture, architecture, Beethoven, Shakespeare, Leonardo da Vinci, Gaudí...... All the masters of art in the history of mankind have appeared in the West, and there is none in the Eastern world......

There is no art in Africa because their civilization has always been backward, but in the East, especially in China, your civilization has been ahead of us for a long time, but there is not a single Beethoven, Shakespeare, Leonardo da Vinci, Gaudí...... About great people in the arts. ”

Abel Warner's blue and attractive eyes swept over Gu Xiaofan and Liu Shishi's eyes: "Why is this?" ”

At this moment, Gu Xiaofan and Liu Shishi were both stunned for a moment, and their hearts were also shaken, because they couldn't answer Abel Warner's question.

As soon as Abel Warner stretched out his hand, Moki handed him a model of a skull on the cabinet.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but my grandfather was actually an anthropologist, and he studied small things, some call phrenology, to understand the differences in artistic expression between races."

Abel Warner touched the skull model and said in a convincing voice:

"He's seen the skulls of Clark Gable, Henriford Bogart, Jarley Cooper, the great performers of Chaplin's generation......

In the skulls of these people, they are associated with art and creativity in areas far beyond those of Asian and African descent. ”

Saying that, Abel Warner took out a bone from the back of the skull model and handed it to Liu Shishi:

"Look closely, Mademoiselle, it's a typical white man's back skull, and you'll notice three distinct dents, here, here, and here...... This area about artistic creativity ......"

Abel Warner looked back at Gu Xiaofan with a blank face:

"If I'm holding an Asian skull, then these three dents should be in the area of logical calculations and hard work, so you Asians have a very high aptitude for mathematics......"

Abel Warner's statement was graceful and personable throughout, even gracious, without deliberately domineering or deliberately condescending, but he was like an ant looking down from the sky to the ground.

Is he telling the truth? Although Liu Shishi felt extremely angry, she felt a huge sense of powerlessness, because all the knowledge she had studied, except for the very obscure phrenology, what Abel Warner said seemed to be all true.

There is no master artist in the East...... Even the legendary Luban did not leave a single convincing work, music, drama, sculpture, painting...... Jumping out of the small circle, it seems that there is no master who is famous in the world......

Qi Baishi? How many foreigners know Qi Baishi? But every Chinese knows Leonardo da Vinci, Beethoven......

All these humiliations are irrefutable.

And this is exactly what Abel Warner wants, if he didn't want the wonderful scripts of "The Dark Knight" and NB so much, he might not have bothered so much.

By this time, Bale and Leonardo had finished performing, and there was no sound in the hall except for the sound of the two of them gasping for breath.

Moki walked over and put a copy of the "Dark Knight" script contract and the page where the cast list was opened.

Abel Warner looked at Gu Xiaofan and gently patted him on the shoulder:

"Director Gu, you can be a director, this is the strength of the Chinese, because directing is not creation, but the following of art requires diligence and calculation, as for acting, that is what white people do, why bother with it......

Even if we Warner didn't have "The Dark Knight", our Batman could make 100 episodes of other series, but if your script doesn't have our Warner, what good is that script? ”

"My friend~" Abel Warner lightly tapped his finger to the script and cast of The Dark Knight on the table:

?“ As long as I help you, you will be the second Ang Lee, I can give you all the help except acting, trust me, I am for your good...... You look at them, Bale, Leonardo...... As long as you want, they are all your actors, and I will ask Nolan to help you, everything in front of you is yours......"

Abel Warner looked at Gu Xiaofan, waiting for Gu Xiaofan to give in to him, suppress people's self-esteem to the bottom, and then reach out to grab the other party, this person will be grateful to him.

Speaking of which, not to mention Jason, who is an American, even Liu Shishi couldn't help but agree for Gu Xiaofan...... At this time, you can't be reckless, and you should be thankful for getting the directing rights.

Bale, Leonardo frowned slightly, and British director Nolan was also full of displeasure... But they didn't dare to say anything to protest, and as long as Abel Warner decided, they had to do it.

However, Gu Xiaofan's reaction was completely unexpected by everyone.

Gu Xiaofan looked at Abel Warner, took out the contract of "The Dark Knight" with an expressionless face, and reached out in front of everyone to tear it to pieces one by one.

The house is silent......