This year's Berlin Film Festival is very interesting. Due to the jury, the style of each film festival will be biased to a certain extent based on the aesthetic standards and artistic tastes of the jury of this film festival, while remaining within the overall framework of the film festival.

The chairman of the jury is a man who is anti-war and has a liking for the aristocracy.

This in itself is a great advantage. Coincidentally, at this moment, another veteran in the British film industry came to compete for awards at the Berlin Film Festival with an anti-war film shot by an aristocrat.

This movie is not only anti-war, but also subtly satirizes some of Britain's actions during World War II. This is a standard self-mockery. An earl dares to make an anti-war movie that mocks Britain.

What's this?

This is all-round political correctness plus full buff stacking.

Isn't this just a coincidence?

The original winner of the Golden Bear Award was the American film "Grand Canyon".

But Grand Canyon is an old-fashioned American drama movie, with the main theme of discrimination, crime and final reconciliation between the black guys and the white guys. Compared with Allen's movie, it is a bit not good enough.

To use a more popular term, the other party was beaten in all aspects, whether in terms of the size of the cast, the fame of the director, or even the production budget, the plot, and the structure of the film.

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In addition to the final award of the Golden Bear Award for Best Film, the Silver Bear Award for Best Actor was won by the actor in a movie called "Count Wozniacki".

The leading actor is named Armin Müller-Stahl, a German legendary actor. In theory, he deserves the award.

And the film for which he won the award is even more interesting, as it fully reflects the aesthetic standards of the jury.

The winner of the Golden Bear Award for Best Film is a British earl.

The film that won the Silver Bear Award for Best Actor was a film about the Count, which was jointly invested and produced by Britain, Germany and Italy.

The jury expressed their preferences vividly.

The Silver Bear Award for Best Actress was also quite interesting. Maggie Cheung, an actress from Hong Kong, China, won the award for her role in "Ruan Lingyu" and was crowned the queen.

But no matter how happy they were, the news media on that day still focused their attention on the first two awards.

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"'Count Uzi'? The Count with the Uzi?"

Alan had never even heard of this crappy name. When he heard Uzi, he subconsciously thought of the Uzi submachine gun, one of those small and exquisite submachine guns that can be fired with one hand.

This is very consistent with my personality. I am a ruthless person who doesn't talk much. If you dare to say any more nonsense, I will shoot you with a volley of bullets.

"It's just that this Uzi doesn't seem to have much momentum. Why not call him Earl Gatling?"

Alan smacked his lips, feeling a little sorry.

“…”

Patrice was speechless.

"Master, it's not that Uzi. It's just a name, not a gun..."

"Tsk...where's the trophy?"

When Allen heard that it was not what he understood, he lost interest in the movie.

A movie about the count, and it's made by Germans. No matter how good it is, I am the count myself, so why do I need to watch other movies about the count?

It's not a cool novel like The Count of Monte Cristo.

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"Here..."

Patrice pushed a small box on the table as if presenting a treasure, and gestured to Alan to open it himself with anticipation.

The small black wooden box is not very big, about the size of an ordinary express box.

Open the wooden box and you'll find a small trophy inside, which is only about 20 to 30 centimeters high, including the base and the sculpture.

After seeing the football trophy and the polo trophy, Allen naturally looked down on these small trophies...

The sculpture is in the shape of a standing bear cub, making what seems to be an uncivilized gesture with its hands.

The kind where you bend your left arm, place your left forearm across your chest, and half-bend your right arm to make an uppercut, which is a bit insulting.

Although the little bear's gesture is actually to stretch both paws forward with both paws bent, it seems that something is not right, as if there is a little incongruity.

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Perhaps seeing Alan's confusion, Patrice did not miss any opportunity to show off and quickly explained: "Master...do you think the sculpture on this trophy is a bit strange?"

"Well... a little bit."

"Haha... it's you. With your artistic accomplishment, you can spot the problem at a glance. The Golden Bear trophy wasn't like this before. The little bear used to have its right hand extended forward. Later, in the 1960s, it was changed to have its left hand extended forward and its right hand lowered. Since it wasn't changed later, the overall posture of the little bear looks a bit awkward if you look closely."

"Oh? Why do you want to change it?"

Alan asked subconsciously, and just as he finished speaking, he suddenly reacted.

Fuck...

The right hand is extended forward. It’s from Germany again. Those who understand will understand, right?

If this bear could talk, wouldn't it have shouted "Hi, little mustache" decades ago?!

Now that the war is over, if the Germans don't change, they will probably be beaten.

Political correctness is everywhere...

"Okay, just leave it here. It's nice as a small ornament."

Alan looked at the little bear with a smile. It changed to its left hand, so shouldn’t he shout “Hi, Alan” from now on?

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Putting the ornament aside, Little Yellow, who was originally sleeping on Alan's desk, was dazed to see such a small toy placed next to him. He stretched his head to take a closer look. It was shining with golden light. He pecked at it twice, but felt it was boring. He lowered his head and fell asleep again.

"Master... when Cameron and I were chatting a few days ago, he told me about this year's new project, but he didn't know when you would be back. Do you want to ask him to come over when you are free and let him report to you in person?"

Patrice was considerate enough to remember Cameron's instructions and also conveyed a message to Allen.

"Hmm...Okay, have you arranged everything for the movie screening?"

"Everything has been arranged. Our local and American release dates are set for mid-March. We will also need to take advantage of the popularity of the Golden Bear Awards to step up publicity."

"Okay... but in March..."

Alan thought about America and thought that things should get busy next month, but his original plan was to start at the end of March. In this case, if the movie was released in mid-March, it wouldn't have much of an impact, as the storyline of the movie was a little empty anyway.

There is no starring role!

This is a large-scale group drama that tells a special story in a special period. It is not about a certain person, but about a certain group.

As a result, the story is weak and the box office performance is not expected to be very good. The main profit point is selling overseas copyrights and money laundering. The box office...

Allen no longer has any hope for the box office, as long as he can recoup his costs.

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"Okay, I have a new plan recently, can you help me take a look at it?"

Alan stood up and prepared to take out the memo he wrote last night, which recorded his new plan, and planned to bring Patrice along for a reference.

But before Allen could get the memo, there was a knock on the study door, and before Allen could agree, the study door was pushed open.

Such rude behavior made Alan frown. He turned his head towards the study door and saw Spencer coming in casually, followed by Xiao Shitou who looked helpless.

…

"Hahaha, Alan? I heard you were looking for me? What's the matter? You delayed my time in picking up girls. I rushed here from London. It was very hard!"

After taking a look at the furnishings in the study, Spencer didn't feel anything was wrong with the cold atmosphere. Facing Alan's expressionless gaze, he still looked awesome and even complained to Alan for disturbing his time to pick up girls.

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"Patrice, please go back first. Let's not talk about this matter today. Please close the door for me."

Alan explained softly.

Patrice saw that Alan's expression seemed a little strange. He also felt that the atmosphere on the scene seemed a little wrong. He quickly stood up, saluted to Spencer, then walked out of the study quietly and closed the door.

…

Alan just leaned against the desk without sitting down. Instead, he found a document with a red label on the desk and flipped through it. It was a personal information.

The first page of the profile is a photo of a lady who has about 70% of her appearance after putting on makeup.

In the photo, the lady is wearing a bikini, posing seductively on the beach. Her blonde hair is exceptionally dazzling under the sunlight, and she has a great figure.

Then there is her family, background, and even her past love history.

Born in 1969, she is 23 years old this year. She has had 17 boyfriends on and off since high school.

She started out as a model, as for how she became a BBC reporter, that's... she had to advise him of his physical advantages.

With such a resume, it can be said that this person has very rich emotional experiences, but as for whether his other experiences are rich, I don’t know.

Being able to produce such a document and submit it to me in one night is the greatest achievement of my subordinates.

He threw the information on the table and motioned Spencer to take a look.

"Is this the goddess you're chasing after? You've turned the entire BBC headquarters into a mess because of her?"

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"What is that?" Spencer picked up the document and flipped through it.

People in love, regardless of gender, actually have a lower IQ.

Spencer felt a bit like this now. He had no emotion at all after reading the information. He even looked at Allen with a strange expression and said, "She told me about her past. I don't care. We are true love."

“…”

True love, it's this word again. He seemed to have said the same thing a month ago when we were in France.

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"Spencer, I have no objection to you finding a woman. It's your freedom to like whoever you want. But you openly disclose your identity and interact with so many commoners. Do you want to learn from your sister? To become a commoner earl? Do you know that your behavior is disgusting? Disgusting? Not only the commoners hate you, but other nobles will hate you too!"

It’s not that nobles can’t interact with commoners, but they should have less contact!

Since when did Alan start hanging out with the civilians outside?

The unwritten rule for the British nobility is to keep a low profile in general. Other things vary from person to person, but not having too much contact with civilians is the most basic unspoken rule, and it is one of the reasons why many people will never see a few aristocrats in their entire lives.

As a noble, you are far superior to the common people in class. One of you is the ruling class, and the other is the ruled class. You are too close and have too much contact. What is the biggest hidden danger?

It will make the common people lose their awe of the aristocracy!

If the common people lose their awe of the aristocracy, what will happen next?

It's overthrow!

There have been suggestions from the outside world to abolish the royal family. In such an environment, going to the BBC headquarters to pick up girls and openly revealing your identity, isn't this stupid?

If it were a more extreme aristocrat, his behavior like Spencer's would be fucking suicidal. He was digging up his own foundation and the foundation of the entire aristocratic class!

Fortunately, the situation is still under control. People also know that Spencer was put into the BBC by Allen, so the situation has been somewhat controlled. Otherwise, Ceylon would not have gone to the BBC headquarters in London in person to resolve the matter.

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"Fuck!"

Spencer threw down the documents and looked at Alan angrily, "Of course I don't need you to teach me what to do. Didn't I just expose my identity? I don't care if they treat me well or not. I'm also an intern at the BBC. They can do it, but I can't? I just want to pick up a girl, right?"

The more Spencer spoke, the angrier he got. Alan was of lower generation than him, but in the past few years they had been together, Alan always liked to order him around to do this and that, as if he was a waste. Now that he was rich and would soon inherit his father's earldom, Alan still kept pointing fingers at him, which made Spencer a little uncomfortable. Why? Why?

"Who do you think you are? Don't always look like you're telling me what to do. I can do whatever I want. I don't need you to control me!"

…

Alan gently picked up the Golden Bear Award trophy on the table. The golden trophy looked very valuable, but it was a little small. However, it was very heavy.

"When you walked in just now, you didn't even ask, you just pushed the door open and walked in. This is my home, this is my study. Do you respect me? Spencer, do you think you are getting carried away now that you are rich and will soon inherit the title?"

"Heh... Allen, don't forget, I deserve this money! I deserve it after working hard in Gambia for several years! While you were playing with women at home and enjoying life, who was working for you in Gambia? I am your elder, do I need to knock on the door before I come in? Huh?!"

"Bang!"

Allen smashed the Golden Bear Award trophy onto Spencer's head. Before Spencer could finish his words or even react, he was hit on the head so hard that he saw stars and was completely dazed.

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"Fuck you!" Alan took a step forward, raised his right foot and kicked Spencer's chest with a standard straight kick. With a dull thud, Spencer took a few steps back and hit the wall of the study.

"Alan, you are crazy! How dare you hit me."

"Not only will I hit you today, I will also beat you to death, damn it!"

Without saying a word, Alan grabbed Spencer's neck and started punching Spencer in the face with his right fist one after another.

Spencer started rolling his eyes and kicking his legs when he was hit for the third time, but Allen grabbed his neck and pushed him against the wall, so no matter how hard he kicked, it was useless.