This podium, too big. It's a little empty. Victor stood on it, feeling like a small boat in the middle of the ocean.

The light in front of me is too bright. The chasing lights from all over the place came over, illuminating his eyes so blurred that he couldn't see the situation under the stage at all.

There was also this crowd, and there were bursts of laughter, bursts of chatter, like knives.

But Victor stood straight, holding the microphone and smiling.

"Thank you to the judges, thank you to the audience, thank you Ingmar. Bergman, thank you to everyone who supported Legendary Films. We deserve this award! ”

Wow! Victor's words made the following lively.

"Damn, you're cheeky!"

"This young man is crazy!"

"That's good, don't do that."

"Get this bunny out of Hollywood, black sheep."

……

Victor stared at the crowd below and spoke again: "Ladies and gentlemen, they are all Hollywood people, and they are all engaged in the business of making movies. Pay attention to my wording, it's buying and selling! Cinema is inherently commercial and artistic, and that's understandable. Those who pay attention to art are very good, and if they want to make money with movies, there is nothing to say. What I want to say is that in a huge Hollywood, if half of the movies only seek to make money, that's a good thing, if 80 percent of the movies are allowed to make money, that's normal, if 90 percent of the movies only look at the box office, that's sad, and if there are 99 percent of the movies, that's sad, that's sad and shameful. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen. Look at each of your faces. You wear suits and leather shoes, and you look like dogs. A few of you have thought that countless people will see what you shoot. The elderly, the middle-aged, the youth, the teenagers and even the children! A few of you have thought that these people, like us, have memories of the past, the ups and downs of life, the joys and sorrows of feelings, and their trembling hearts are naturally pure! “

"A few of you have thought about your movie. Is it colliding with this heart? How many of you have wondered if your movie is for hugging each other with these people for warmth, or is it fucking taking money out of their pockets!? ”

Victor's stormy questioning made the audience silent.

Everyone looked up at the young man, some disdainfully, some thoughtfully, and some nodded repeatedly.

"Hollywood is powerful and domineering in your eyes, and you have capital. You have authority, you have enormous power to manipulate audiences, but, a lot of you. He has no conscience! A gentleman I admire, with whom many of you have worked and who built Hollywood. He is the father of Hollywood, and he made cinema an art. But you kicked him out of Hollywood! He said it. If a movie has no conscience, then the bad thing is just a work. But if Hollywood has no conscience, then the whole of humanity will be the worst! ”

Many of the people in the audience were whispering David. Griffith's name.

A hand reached over and gripped Victor's hand tightly.

It's Bergman.

She looked at Victor with a look of determination.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm a young man and I just want to make the movies I want to make. I'm going to say, other than that, fuck it! In the future, the legendary film company will stand on this podium again and again, we will hold the little golden man again and again, you can no one to present the award, and we don't need to, as long as we have a clear heart! Thank! ”

Victor handed the microphone to Walter and led Bergman off the stage.

Under the table, it's like a fryer.

"This kid is crazy!"

"I think there's some truth to what they're saying."

"It's not a good thing to be sharp."

"Whatever!"

……

"It's really a hate." Bergman whispered to Victor.

Victor chuckled.

"A third-rate actor, a black sheep, a swinger who ran from Northern Europe, and a movie hooligan, really complement each other, hehehehe." An unusually shrill voice came.

It's Charlie. Chaplin.

He looked at Victor and Bergman and shook his head: "Hollywood is really getting more and more hopeless. ”

Bergman's chest rose and fell with anger.

If many people were laughing at it just now, then Chaplin's words would be naked abuse.

Victor's footsteps stopped.

He turned around and walked over to Chaplin.

Everyone in the hall was looking at this side, and some didn't know what was going on.

"Mr. Chaplin, I ask you to retract what you just said." Victor narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Retracted? Why should I take it back? I'm not wrong at all, it's true. Chaplin shook his head: "I am a citizen of the British Empire, and I have my own freedom of speech." ”

Many people next to him looked at Chaplin with extremely disgusted expressions.

"You say me, it's okay. But you can't slander Miss Bergman, you know? Victor paused: "Take your words back!" ”

"I have freedom of speech! I don't have the same knowledge as a hairy boy like you, as a citizen of the British Empire...... "Chaplin chirped crookedly."

"Fuck you!" Victor roared angrily, holding the little golden figure high and slamming away in Chaplin's face.

In the hall, there was an incomparably terrible scream!

Wow!

The audience is boiling!

"Citizens of the British Empire, right!? Freedom of speech, right!? Your name is Chaplin, right!? ...... "But in the front row, a young man used his hands and feet together, waving the Oscar trophy and greeting to the ground.

Chaplin screamed and hummed at first, and the last bit of sound was gone.

Victor got up, straightened his suit, straightened his hair, and walked back to his work as if no one was around.

Most of the people involuntarily got up from their seats and looked at Chaplin, who was lying on the ground with a bloody pig's face.

"Roar, roar, it's so enjoyable! I haven't seen such an enjoyable scene in Hollywood for so many years. ”

"Cheap mouth! Someone has finally cleaned up this guy! ”

"Cool!"

This time, almost everyone's ridicule was turned on this charlie, who called himself a citizen of the British Empire. Mr. Chaplin.

"I ...... I'm going to call the police! I'm going to...... Alarm! Chaplin clutched his head and staggered to his feet.

Next to him, his old friend Senat and others had to stand up and hold him.

Chaplin is a veteran in Hollywood, and his attainments in movies are indeed admirable, but being a man is too much of a failure, so even if he is beaten like this in front of everyone, only a few people come to help.

Moreover, Senat's expression was like going to help a piece of.

"Charlie, don't make a fuss, don't be ashamed." Senate Road.

"I'm going to call the police! You, attack British citizens! Rude! Chaplin yelled.

"Charlie, forget it, you're a." John. Ford sneered.

"I think if the police come, I can be a witness." Laimer also sneered.

"Sit down, I'm going to give the award!" There was a shout in the crowd, followed by laughter.

"I, I'm going to ......" Chaplin said something else, his voice drowned out by louder laughter.

On stage, the host Walter is about to hit the wall, and such an award ceremony is simply fatal.

"Ladies and gentlemen, next, the best original story......" Walter almost forgot the words.

Calm quickly returned to the scene.

The best original story was awarded to "Children of the Times".

The next Best Original Screenplay went to "The Great McGinn".

Naturally, it is the joy of receiving the award, and the loss of not winning the award.

When the results of the Best Cinematography (Color) award were announced, the scene was lively.

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The first update. Guys, do you still have a commuter pass?! (To be continued......)