"Sherlock Holmes?" Charlie listened to this word, the wrinkles on his forehead piled up together, his expression was extremely uncomfortable, he was even a little disappointed in his heart, he originally had great hopes for Li Xiaole's cooperation with the council, he originally thought that Li Xiaole was a director with strength and artistic pursuit, but he actually wanted to shoot Sherlock Holmes? This kind of theme that is used to the point of being bad is purely a cliché, vulgar and vulgar pretense used to make money......

"You're not sick, are you?" Lei Ting also looked back at Li Xiaole, and said in surprise:

"You're going to shoot Sherlock Holmes? Do you think you can shoot this kind of drama than a British director? BBC TV's competitive knockout ratio is 12:1, so you need to think about it. Lei Ting only instructed him to make a TV series, and he didn't expect Li Xiaole to shoot Sherlock Holmes at all...... Are you kidding!? What age is it, so many versions of the Sherlock Holmes film and television classic Zhu Yu are in front, no matter how good you Li Xiaole is, it is impossible to make a better work than the original work!

Come to think of it, "Sherlock Holmes" is to the British what China's "Dream of the Red Chamber" and "Water Margin" are, can you imagine that an American director coming to China to remake "Dream of the Red Chamber" and "Water Margin" would work well? Isn't this just nonsense!?

"I've already figured it out." Li Xiaole nodded.

Since Li Xiaole said that he wanted to shoot "Sherlock Holmes", the air in the car has been depressed a lot, and Charlie and Lei Ting are silent, thinking about how to persuade Li Xiaole to change this ridiculous idea.

After reaching the goal of Oxford Street, Charlie led Li Xiaole to a huge building complex similar to a Catholic church, the relief of the little angel at the door, and the neat and beautiful garden environment in the huge courtyard, made Li Xiaole and Lei Ting amazed, London is really strange In such a peculiar place in the city center, such a building is retained, which is much more pompous than the domestic government departments.

When entering the church-like single-storey building, passing through the door carved with the words "God bless my emperor" in red copper, Li Xiaole couldn't help but instinctively look at the gorgeous murals on the ceiling overhead, and felt like returning to medieval Europe.

"This was originally a church, after the bombing by the German army in World War II, it was used as a temporary refuge by many theater artists, and after the war, the National Assembly took over and restored it, and now several subordinate departments of our Ministry of Culture are working here." Charlie introduced with a smile, leading the way ahead.

In this medieval building, which looks like the one in Assassin's Creed 2, the trio made several turns and passed through two halls before coming to the classical hall with the "British Drama Council" sign.

Just as the three of them walked to the door, they had already heard the sound of someone arguing inside.

"Terry~ I will not allow you to insult the dignity of our Drama Council!! I don't care what Ed Watts, the clown in Congress who is keen to dance with~! You Royal Film Society will not allow any more impudent demands to annex us in my place!! Shakespeare's glory will never allow a money-loving businessman like you to tarnish it~~~!! The room was buzzed with the low roar of Fred's big nose, and another voice with an equally high, shrill voice shouted in the tone of reciting poetry:

"Frey, you selfish, shameless, and uninflexible old stubborn, you can't wantonly waste the Foundation's hard-earned money for your personal honor~~

Isn't it disgusting that you don't direct nepotism within your council? Over the years, you have invested a whole 70 million pounds in related accounts, and many high-level executives of film and theatre companies also hold important positions on the board of directors, and the films and stage plays that you don't know what to call are simply mediocre! Do you think I want to contain you self-righteous bastards? If it weren't for the Minister of Parliament asking us to merge you and purge you of internal corruption, I swear to God~! I'm too lazy to care about your mess~! ”

Listening to the commotion inside, Charlie took Li Xiaole and Lei Ting to hurry in, and saw a wall on both sides full of bookshelves, like a university library in the office office, across a desk, the president of the council, Fred, and a tall bald old man in a white suit, arguing with each other, let the white fat man standing next to him, a man with his hands on his chest, smiled and watched the quarrel between the two old men in their sixties.

"President Simon Terry~~~Please restrain your anger~~ This is the office of our Drama Council, not the stage of your Royal Film Society." Charlie saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly took off his hat and walked to Fred's side.

"Ha~! Charlie, you're just in time, let's get these two bastards out~! Fred's gray hair fluttered, and he stared at the old yellow eyes, and casually picked up the heavy Oxford dictionary in a book cabinet, and was about to rush to the duel with the bald Simon Terry.

"Shut up! Fred! How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the Queen! Charlie grabbed old Fred and pointed to the oil painting on the wall and said coldly.

Fred and Simon Terry, two little old men who had been arguing just now, remembered the painting of "Queen Elizabeth's Scepter" hanging on the wall, and their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly drew a cross on their chest and confessed softly......

"These two old men are so funny...... Scared by a cane into this virtue. Li Xiaole looked at the "scepter painting" on the wall and couldn't help but laugh, and whispered in Lei Ting's ear.

"You know, when the British Parliament is in session now, it will put the Queen's scepter at the front, symbolizing the inviolability of imperial power, and the oil painting of the scepter of the Ministry of Culture has the same effect." Lei Ting glanced at Li Xiaole, a person with no faith, with disdain.

At this time, Li Xiaole also recognized the white fat man standing next to Simon Terry, Harvey Weinstein...... An old American liar who is well-known in the Chinese film industry...... This guy is a representative of the six major contacts with the British film industry, although his character is corrupt, but he is a real old fox with a unique vision, and he has represented Oscar blockbusters such as "The English Patient" and "Shakespeare's Love History...... How did this sinister fat man come here? Could it be that the Big Six knew what he was going to do and let this fat man come here to put pressure on him?

Weinstein obviously saw him too, and he also nodded as a greeting, and now the situation seems to be very delicate, the Black Pearl Company and the Drama Council, the Six National Congress and the Royal Film Society, the six people on both sides of the desk have now formed a confrontational attitude, but compared to Li Xiaole's side, although the number of people is larger, it is a weak alliance, and Simon Terry, Weinstein's strong alliance momentum is still a little worse.

Weinstein whispered a few words in Simon Terry's ear, and the bald president of the Royal Film Society looked at Li Xiaole with the green eyes under the lost eyebrows, and turned to Fred and sneered:

"I thought your council had found some good partner~~ It turned out to be the small company that made your "Deadly Magic" profitable, Freys~~ This attitude of groveling in the face of enemies really seems to be your usual style."

"I'm sorry, President Simon Terry, but may I remind you that if you are more graceful than your partner, I think Mr. Lee is much more elegant than your partner." Charlie put his top hat on his chest and hit back with a pun that made Weinstein also chubby.

Charlie, who stuck a needle in the cotton, was obviously more difficult to deal with than the irritable Fred, and Simon Terry also felt that he couldn't fight, so he pretended to smile calmly:

"Okay~~ I don't have a verbal dispute with women, I'm not here to quarrel with you today, I'm here to inform you, whether you want to or not, if your financial situation continues to be as bad as your brain this year, the three major foundations will be transferred to the name of our association, and if you don't want to be merged, then find your own funds, I really want to see if you and Fred can earn 8 million pounds in operating expenses this year by acting in those crappy third-rate stage plays." As he spoke, he threw a congressional document onto his desk.

Watching Charlie and Fred pick up the official document and look at it, their faces changed at the same time, Li Xiaole and Lei Ting both glanced at each other, and probably understood what was going on, it seems that the two factions in England are developing in very different directions, and the film forces have long been unpleasant to each other, but the Royal Film Society, which has recently developed smoothly with the six major film societies, has a good momentum, while the Drama Council, which encourages artistic works, is losing money every year, and in this case, it is not surprising that the Secretary of Parliament decided to cut the Council......

"I advise you not to test my patience, your council has no operating expenses, you will have to find a new way out next quarter, I don't think you can find an idiot like Don Quixote to sponsor you, and it would be more decent for you to go directly to our association now." Simon Terry finally showed his eager smile, propped his hands on the table, leaned forward to look at Charlie and Fred and smiled:

"Dear Fred~~ Even if you don't care about your own honor, you should imagine these council staff, do you want them all to lose their jobs next quarter? You know it's a financial crisis, and it's not easy to find a decent job in London like this. ”

Charlie and Fred looked at each other, and they both saw the despair in each other's eyes, Congress had cut off their financial resources, and now there was only one way left in front of them...... Is this 7-year-old non-profit organization coming to an end today?