Lance didn't let his guard down in the slightest, and even though Javier asked the corresponding questions as expected, Lance knew that the slightest mistake could lead to a losing game. All the previous layouts were to achieve the goal of the guò news media, and Lance would definitely not take it lightly.

"So, how did you first come up with the idea to make this film?"

Hearing Javier's question, Lance retracted his left thumb slightly, but quickly let go, avoiding Javier, who was asking, and looked at Martin instead, "I don't know if you've seen Paul Lins's 'City of God'." One sentence immediately made the expression on Martin's face freeze, and the smile on the corner of Lance's mouth slowly spread, "I decided to make this movie after reading this novel." ”

Javier didn't know why, he hadn't read "City of God", so he didn't know what the book was all about; But Martin, as an authentic Brazilian, a native of Rio de Janeiro, knows all too well. The former was confused, and the latter was shocked, so both of them fell silent for a while.

Lance walked forward without hurry, and continued in a relaxed tone, "I once experienced an incident where some of my American friends, knowing that I had studied Asian culture, asked me, have Chinese people never seen toothpaste, and do not everyone ride bicycles?" ”

Before Lance's words could fall, Javier asked rhetorically, "Isn't it?" ”

"Haha." Lance laughed out loud, and his cheerful and relaxed appearance made Javier a little embarrassed, "Of course not. It's the 21st century, the Internet has become more and more widespread, and it would be too bad if your knowledge of the world was still a few centuries ago. Lance looked at Javier and Martin and continued, "Well, my Chinese/Chinese friend once asked me if all Americans have body odor, and if all Americans are very open and erosive about sex/life?" ”

"Of course not!" Javier directly fought back, obviously very disagreeing with these words, and the words of "those Catholics ......" were justified at the beginning, and Javier stopped, his face was defeated, although he was unwilling, but he could not refute it. He finally understood the meaning of Lance's words.

"You are journalists, and most of the ordinary residents know the facts through your reports, and even you don't know it, so how can the whole society know?" Lance's remark was very soft, without criticism or sarcasm, as if he was just stating a fact, which made Javier and Martin think, "That's why I decided to make this film." ”

Javier thought for a moment, his gaze was reluctant to leave Lance, and he looked at every detail of the man's expression in front of him, "Do you want to say good things about this slum?" ”

"Definitely not." Martin was outright denied it, because he had read "City of God" and he knew how real and brutal the novel was, showing a world he had never known before. However, judging from the remarks made by Lance in defense of Man/Nu/Er and others just now, Martin was a little uncertain again, and he looked at Lance, "Really? ”

Lance shook his head, "No. This relieved Martin, while Javier frowned, "I just wanted to present a real city of God." I hope to be able to show everyone what this place is really like, different people can see different things, maybe sociologists will see the hidden dangers here, maybe educators will think about the meaning of lack of education, maybe economists will see the opportunity to rectify this place, maybe businessmen will see business opportunities that others don't understand...... I'm willing to give the power of thinking to the audience. It's like China/country or the United States, or Brazil, if there is such an opportunity, show their true face to others, and then let the audience judge for themselves what the truth is there. ”

Martin and Javier were silent again, this time not because they were short of words, but because they understood.

"There are so many unknowns and prejudices about this slum, and those who come out of the slum have to work twice, triple, or even tenfold to carve out a sky of their own. The same is true not only here, but also in many cities in the United States, where Detroit still can't shake off its bad image. Lance's words made Javier nod his chin slightly, "I don't have the power to change these prejudices, and I'm not sure if the current situation in the slums can change, but at least, I can provide a window into another world." ”

At this point, Lance stopped. In the short ten minutes just now, Lance had exhausted all his mental strength, little by little, guiding Javier and Martin to the track he had prepared, and now this kind of Cheng dù was just right, and the remaining space was left for them to think for themselves.

In fact, Lance can continue to lobby - "digging for the truth" has always been the job of journalists, and they are the people who should not report with prejudice; But society is so cruel, and any person has his or her own innate prejudices caused by his or her own gender, class, education, etc., even the uncrowned king is no exception.

But if Lance did so, it would be self-defeating and self-defeating—he could not convince the two reporters that he had instilled and guided these ideas, and that they should have thought of them themselves.

Javier's mind was churning, and he could vaguely sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain why. Raising his head, he looked at Lance in front of him. Lance raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a puzzled expression, his deep eyes with a childlike immaturity and sincerity, like broken golden sunlight in a dense forest, which was intoxicating.

Javier couldn't help but smile at Lance, and the surprise in his heart quietly disappeared, "So, what is the name of this movie?" ”

"'City of God.'" Lance lowered his eyes and withdrew his gaze, and the thing had been 90 percent successful.

Martin, who was standing on the sidelines, finally realized that there was nothing wrong with what they were reporting, but it was going in the wrong direction. Perhaps, they can't dig out the terrorists in the City of God, but they can show this forgotten area to everyone, bit by bit.

"Mr. Strello," Martin said solemnly, "I agree with you, but I reserve my opinion, I always think that the Chicken Thief/Nuer/Er group has antisocial tendencies, and no one knows what they will do next. "After all, each of them carried heavy weapons, and in the event of an accident, the consequences were unimaginable. Lance did not refute. "So I thought, I don't know if you can let me stay on the crew and shoot with you, not only to see the life of the slums in this neighborhood up close, but also to observe the work of your crew, and show the residents of Rio a real world."

This was something that Lance had not anticipated. He had to be impressed with Martin, and after missing a news point, he actually grabbed the next news point immediately, and this news intuition is extremely precious.

Javier also sensed this and gave Martin a look, and Martin had to quickly add, "And Javier." ”

Javier, who was standing next to him, immediately added, "I'm an expatriate correspondent for the New York Times, and I can open a column in the New York Times to make a series of reports on the filming of the film and the specific situation in the slums of Rio." "That's a lot of leverage.

The "New York Times" is the number one newspaper in the United States, and the number of newspapers that can compete with it can be counted on one hand.

However, Lance was not so excited that he could not help himself, but chuckled lightly, as if he did not believe it, which made Javier a little embarrassed, and wondered if he should take out his business card. "Javier, do you really think the New York Times is going to let you run a column that follows a movie crew, or the slums of Rio?"

Javier's words stunned Javier, who questioned his proposal instead of doubting his identity. Javier opened his mouth to argue, but found that he was speechless. Because he knew better than Lance that the New York Times could not agree with the idea, and even a feature story would be enough.

However, Lance was not aggressive, but nodded, "If you are interested, of course there is no problem. Both of you can come over. But I have one condition, I am not allowed to take pictures on the set, and I must get my permission. ”

Martin was immediately excited, and the "Brazilian Globo" opened a column to follow the follow-up of the incident, and he could already foresee the sensation that the whole society would cause. However, Havel was a little depressed when he stood next to him, and in the eyes of outsiders, his work in the "New York Times" was infinitely beautiful, but only when he was in it did he know how deep the pool was.

Lance looked at the crew who had already arrived at their destination, "Sorry, I need to get back to work." You can stay if you want. Lance took two steps forward, but quickly stopped and turned around, "Mr. Ulliel, I don't know how much you know about the internet, but if you're really interested in this topic and also interested in the films I shoot, I suggest that you can update them regularly on your blog." ”

"Blogging?" Javier was stunned, he had heard of this, but he didn't know what it was. Looking up at the friendly smile on Lance's face, Javier subconsciously said, "Thank you for your opinion." ”

Lance waved his hand indifferently, "We are just an independent film with a small investment, no one will care about it at all, and now your appearance is bound to make our crew members more motivated." So I guess I should thank you. With that, Lance smiled self-deprecatingly, and then turned and walked away.

Javier and Martin stood still, both caught up in their own thoughts, surging and surging.