Everyone in the conference hall was stunned for a while and was stunned for a while before they realized what had happened. Peng Mingzheng said coldly with a calm face:

"Mo Wei, take Lan Xin out and tell her that women cannot speak in the meeting within the clan." Turning around and apologizing to Li Xiaole repeatedly: "Director Li, I am really sorry, my granddaughter is young and ignorant, offended you. I hope you can forgive me."

"Go away~ Lan Xin." Mo Wei wiped the hot tea on his face with his sleeve, endured the stinging pain and stood up reluctantly, stretched out his huge palms and picked up Lan Xin and pulled her out.

"Let me go~! Mo Wei! You can't believe him~!" Lan Xin was pulled by Mo Wei, unable to resist, but she still tried her best to push the ground with her feet, trying desperately to stay here, and turned her head and shouted:

"He is a despicable villain who is good at speaking. You all deceived him~ I have read his script~! Like those Japanese, he treats us as a fan~! Let us spread our scandals and make money with this! He is a big liar... don't believe him..."

Seeing Lan Xin being dragged out by Mo Wei and continued to scold him, the scene was ridiculous, but fortunately, the elders didn't care about what a woman said, and this little episode did not affect the decision of both parties. The meeting continued to proceed and then reached many details of cooperation. Only the young men of Mo Wei dared to be angry and dared not speak out from the end stared at Li Xiaole. His thoughts were the same as Lan Xin thought. This little liar deceived all the elders...

Because in the eyes of the young Seidk people, the history of the "Mist Society Incident" was not a glorious incident, but instead showed the barbarity and bloodthirst of their tribe... They did not want this matter to be brought on the screen, so that the plains could talk about it...

After the meeting, Peng Mingzheng, who had not expressed his opinion, suddenly said to Li Xiaole quietly: "Director Li, come with me with your actors, let's go shopping in the mountains together."

Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen didn't understand why, but they could only follow him. Peng Mingzheng didn't take any other people, but he just took them on the rugged mountain road of Shiyu Mountain with his cigarette puddle in his arms. He just climbed to the middle of the mountain. Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen were already exhausted and panting, while 73-year-old Peng Mingzheng was still fine, and he walked with no heavy steps.

Li Xiaole, who was already suffering from the soles of his feet on the rugged mountain road, looked carefully at Peng Mingzheng's feet in surprise. His feet were different from ordinary people's bow-shaped feet. His forefoots were very wide, but they looked like chicken feet. His big thumb seemed to be more apart from other toes. No wonder he grabbed the ground so strongly and could not grind his feet. He could walk very quickly when ordinary people stood in a place where they were not tribes... No wonder it was not unreasonable that Seidke had been able to get along with the Japanese Zhou Xuan for so long in the mountains.

"Just get here, sit down." Peng Ming was sitting on the stone on the side of the road, pointing to the big stone next to him.

Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen sat down panting, looking at the surrounding mountains, fog filled with fog, and the vast and open scenery. The sky, mountains, forests, and water streams merged into one, which was extremely beautiful. Lan Xin couldn't help but hear the song "The clear river, quietly meandering in your eyes, your smile touched the ripples, rippling on the lake, and the green mountains slowly undulating between your eyebrows..."

The scenery in front of you is like the most beautiful goddess in the world, so beautiful that it cannot be described in words.

"Director Li, Mr. Jiang, what have you seen?" Peng Ming asked the two of them with his gray-yellow eyes looking at the mountains in the distance as if listening to something.

"Nothing..." Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen looked at it, but found nothing special, and they both shook their heads.

"Our ancestors are watching you over there, watching you who are preparing to film "Sedek Barre"..." Peng Ming was looking into the distance and said.

Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen looked at each other and looked confused, thinking that what Peng Mingzheng said was too mysterious.

"Mr. Jiang, can I ask you? Do you know where the Mona Ludao you play is from?" Peng Mingzheng turned around and looked at Jiang Wen faintly.

"Sedek people." Jiang Wen answered for granted.

"Where are you from?" Peng Mingzheng continued to ask.

"I am from the mainland." Jiang Wen thought for a while and replied.

"Yes, you are a Han nationality and a descendant of Yan and Huang. I know there are many ethnic minorities in the mainland. What do you think of ethnic minorities like us?" Peng Mingzheng asked.

"The fifty-six ethnic groups in our mainland are all their own brothers, and the ethnic minorities in Taiwan are also our brothers, and they are all our family." Jiang Wen said with a smile.

"Is that so? But I think you Han people have their own culture. Although you verbally think we are brothers, I guess you must think that our ancestors do not exist. I think what I, an old guy, just said was feudal superstition, right?" Peng Mingzheng smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked at Jiang Wen, who was a little embarrassed, and asked:

"Hundreds of years ago, the Han people came to the mountains and called us barbarians. When the Japanese came to the mountains, they called us Shengfan and thought we were barbarians. Now, there are many Taiwanese plains who don't understand us, don't respect us, and think in their hearts that we are barbarians who stay in the mountains and do not understand change. I heard that you mainland China says that we Taiwanese are also Chinese. So, are we, are we, the Seidks, Chinese? Are you, have you discriminated against us in your heart, and think that we are as barbarians as Japan in the war?"

Jiang Wen was stunned and wanted to say "No", but he had watched the plot of "Seedek Barre". Although he thought it was a good movie in his heart, he also felt that the Seedeks were indeed a barbaric race based on life values. Looking at Peng Mingzheng's eyes that seemed to see through everything, I thought about it and finally sighed honestly:

"Actually, I think you are not civilized enough..."

"Haha~Mr. Jiang, you are very honest. I like you~ I don't look down on us, but on the surface I agree with us." Peng Mingzheng nodded kindly, and his tone suddenly became much heavier: "In fact, it's not just you, but even the young people in our tribe think that their ancestors are barbarians who cut off their heads everywhere..."

Peng Mingzheng closed his eyes and seemed to remember some painful past, and after a while he said:

"To be honest, I really want you to make this movie, and I want our children to see what kind of heroes our ancestors are. I am worried that you, the mainlander, will not be able to play the hero of our Seidk clan well, because in your eyes he is a barbarian...

You don't believe that the ancestor spirit blesses us, you don't believe that there is a rainbow bridge. Although you say that we are all Chinese and that the ethnic minorities in China are one family, in fact, you are the same as the Japanese before. You are proud of your Han blood, but look down on us barbarians in your heart... Perhaps in your eyes, you will think that we are no different from the Japanese who invaded the mainland.

I want to hear you tell me that there are more than one billion Chinese in the mainland. How many people are willing to watch a movie with the protagonists of the barbarians? How many people are willing to understand us and feel our culture?

Even if someone watches it, you can guarantee that the movie will be filmed. Everyone will not think that the Japanese are just, and that we barbarians who love to chop off their heads deserve it?"

Although this sentence was asked by Jiang Wen, Peng Ming was looking at Li Xiaole in his eyes. Jiang Wen was silent. He could actually worry about this, whether ordinary audiences could accept this.

This is a film adapted from historical facts. There is no clear justice and evil stereotype. If you look at it from the perspective of a prejudiced third party, you may be easily confused.

"There will be someone to understand." Li Xiaole, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke in a firm tone: "Maybe they didn't accept it from the beginning, but I believe that everyone in our country understands who is barbaric and who is civilization."

"Why?" Peng Mingzheng felt that Li Xiaole was showing off and stared into his eyes.

"Because in many cases, we are in a very similar situation to the Saideks now. We mainland Han people are also barbarians in the eyes of others... We also long for others to understand our culture... We hope that young people can understand our ancestors." Li Xiaole looked at Peng Mingzhengdao without any concession.

"You are also barbarians?" Peng Mingzheng was stunned for the first time he heard this statement.

"Well, in the eyes of most Koreans, Japanese, Americans, Russians, and even Europeans, we are also barbarians who do not like to be clean, take advantage of the situation, and like to fight... They also look at us with a lofty gaze and look down on us..." Li Xiaole said sincerely:

"Even in our country, there are thousands of Chinese people who look down on our own ancestors and immortals. They regard the culture we inherit, such as Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, etiquette and integrity, as backward, barbaric, and feudal culture. In their eyes, only the American culture that leads the world is excellent and advanced. Those young people...even I, even I, have longed for being an American..."

Speaking of this, Li Xiaole smiled bitterly and said, "At some time before, I also resented myself in this 'uncivilized' country and hoped to get an American passport."

"Why is this happening?" Peng Ming was moved, and his eyes were filled with excitement and his tone was rising.

"Because of artificial prejudice." Li Xiaole sighed:

"Those civilizations use their best advantages to infinitely amplify their advantages, so that people in other places can see their best side, use the so-called "civilization" to shine on the backwardness of others, and use a high-level attitude to make us think we are "barbaric and backward", but do not mention their own crude, ugly and disgusting side.

They use these disguises to fascinate all young people... Let them deny everything about their culture... Let us not see the excellent side of our nation, but only focus on our own shortcomings, making us disgusted with our culture from the bottom of our hearts...

Everyone in the conference hall was stunned for a while and was stunned for a while before they realized what had happened. Peng Mingzheng said coldly with a calm face:

"Mo Wei, take Lan Xin out and tell her that women cannot speak in the meeting within the clan." Turning around and apologizing to Li Xiaole repeatedly: "Director Li, I am really sorry, my granddaughter is young and ignorant, offended you. I hope you can forgive me."

"Go away~ Lan Xin." Mo Wei wiped the hot tea on his face with his sleeve, endured the stinging pain and stood up reluctantly, stretched out his huge palms and picked up Lan Xin and pulled her out.

"Let me go~! Mo Wei! You can't believe him~!" Lan Xin was pulled by Mo Wei, unable to resist, but she still tried her best to push the ground with her feet, trying desperately to stay here, and turned her head and shouted:

"He is a despicable villain who is good at speaking. You all deceived him~ I have read his script~! Like those Japanese, he treats us as a fan~! Let us spread our scandals and make money with this! He is a big liar... don't believe him..."

Seeing Lan Xin being dragged out by Mo Wei and continued to scold him, the scene was ridiculous, but fortunately, the elders didn't care about what a woman said, and this little episode did not affect the decision of both parties. The meeting continued to proceed and then reached many details of cooperation. Only the young men of Mo Wei dared to be angry and dared not speak out from the end stared at Li Xiaole. His thoughts were the same as Lan Xin thought. This little liar deceived all the elders...

Because in the eyes of the young Seidk people, the history of the "Mist Society Incident" was not a glorious incident, but instead showed the barbarity and bloodthirst of their tribe... They did not want this matter to be brought on the screen, so that the plains could talk about it...

After the meeting, Peng Mingzheng, who had not expressed his opinion, suddenly said to Li Xiaole quietly: "Director Li, come with me with your actors, let's go shopping in the mountains together."

Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen didn't understand why, but they could only follow him. Peng Mingzheng didn't take any other people, but he just took them on the rugged mountain road of Shiyu Mountain with his cigarette puddle in his arms. He just climbed to the middle of the mountain. Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen were already exhausted and panting, while 73-year-old Peng Mingzheng was still fine, and he walked with no heavy steps.

Li Xiaole, who was already suffering from the soles of his feet on the rugged mountain road, looked carefully at Peng Mingzheng's feet in surprise. His feet were different from ordinary people's bow-shaped feet. His forefoots were very wide, but they looked like chicken feet. His big thumb seemed to be more apart from other toes. No wonder he grabbed the ground so strongly and could not grind his feet. He could walk very quickly when ordinary people stood in a place where they were not tribes... No wonder it was not unreasonable that Seidke had been able to get along with the Japanese Zhou Xuan for so long in the mountains.

"Just get here, sit down." Peng Ming was sitting on the stone on the side of the road, pointing to the big stone next to him.

Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen sat down panting, looking at the surrounding mountains, fog filled with fog, and the vast and open scenery. The sky, mountains, forests, and water streams merged into one, which was extremely beautiful. Lan Xin couldn't help but hear the song "The clear river, quietly meandering in your eyes, your smile touched the ripples, rippling on the lake, and the green mountains slowly undulating between your eyebrows..."

The scenery in front of you is like the most beautiful goddess in the world, so beautiful that it cannot be described in words.

"Director Li, Mr. Jiang, what have you seen?" Peng Ming asked the two of them with his gray-yellow eyes looking at the mountains in the distance as if listening to something.

"Nothing..." Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen looked at it, but found nothing special, and they both shook their heads.

"Our ancestors are watching you over there, watching you who are preparing to film "Sedek Barre"..." Peng Ming was looking into the distance and said.

Li Xiaole and Jiang Wen looked at each other and looked confused, thinking that what Peng Mingzheng said was too mysterious.

"Mr. Jiang, can I ask you? Do you know where the Mona Ludao you play is from?" Peng Mingzheng turned around and looked at Jiang Wen faintly.

"Sedek people." Jiang Wen answered for granted.

"Where are you from?" Peng Mingzheng continued to ask.

"I am from the mainland." Jiang Wen thought for a while and replied.

"Yes, you are a Han nationality and a descendant of Yan and Huang. I know there are many ethnic minorities in the mainland. What do you think of ethnic minorities like us?" Peng Mingzheng asked.

"The fifty-six ethnic groups in our mainland are all their own brothers, and the ethnic minorities in Taiwan are also our brothers, and they are all our family." Jiang Wen said with a smile.

"Is that so? But I think you Han people have their own culture. Although you verbally think we are brothers, I guess you must think that our ancestors do not exist. I think what I, an old guy, just said was feudal superstition, right?" Peng Mingzheng smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked at Jiang Wen, who was a little embarrassed, and asked:

"Hundreds of years ago, the Han people came to the mountains and called us barbarians. When the Japanese came to the mountains, they called us Shengfan and thought we were barbarians. Now, there are many Taiwanese plains who don't understand us, don't respect us, and think in their hearts that we are barbarians who stay in the mountains and do not understand change. I heard that you mainland China says that we Taiwanese are also Chinese. So, are we, are we, the Seidks, Chinese? Are you, have you discriminated against us in your heart, and think that we are as barbarians as Japan in the war?"

Jiang Wen was stunned and wanted to say "No", but he had watched the plot of "Seedek Barre". Although he thought it was a good movie in his heart, he also felt that the Seedeks were indeed a barbaric race based on life values. Looking at Peng Mingzheng's eyes that seemed to see through everything, I thought about it and finally sighed honestly:

"Actually, I think you are not civilized enough..."

"Haha~Mr. Jiang, you are very honest. I like you~ I don't look down on us, but on the surface I agree with us." Peng Mingzheng nodded kindly, and his tone suddenly became much heavier: "In fact, it's not just you, but even the young people in our tribe think that their ancestors are barbarians who cut off their heads everywhere..."

Peng Mingzheng closed his eyes and seemed to remember some painful past, and after a while he said:

"To be honest, I really want you to make this movie, and I want our children to see what kind of heroes our ancestors are. I am worried that you, the mainlander, will not be able to play the hero of our Seidk clan well, because in your eyes he is a barbarian...

You don't believe that the ancestor spirit blesses us, you don't believe that there is a rainbow bridge. Although you say that we are all Chinese and that the ethnic minorities in China are one family, in fact, you are the same as the Japanese before. You are proud of your Han blood, but look down on us barbarians in your heart... Perhaps in your eyes, you will think that we are no different from the Japanese who invaded the mainland.

I want to hear you tell me that there are more than one billion Chinese in the mainland. How many people are willing to watch a movie with the protagonists of the barbarians? How many people are willing to understand us and feel our culture?

Even if someone watches it, you can guarantee that the movie will be filmed. Everyone will not think that the Japanese are just, and that we barbarians who love to chop off their heads deserve it?"

Although this sentence was asked by Jiang Wen, Peng Ming was looking at Li Xiaole in his eyes. Jiang Wen was silent. He could actually worry about this, whether ordinary audiences could accept this.

This is a film adapted from historical facts. There is no clear justice and evil stereotype. If you look at it from the perspective of a prejudiced third party, you may be easily confused.

"There will be someone to understand." Li Xiaole, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke in a firm tone: "Maybe they didn't accept it from the beginning, but I believe that everyone in our country understands who is barbaric and who is civilization."

"Why?" Peng Mingzheng felt that Li Xiaole was showing off and stared into his eyes.

"Because in many cases, we are in a very similar situation to the Saideks now. We mainland Han people are also barbarians in the eyes of others... We also long for others to understand our culture... We hope that young people can understand our ancestors." Li Xiaole looked at Peng Mingzhengdao without any concession.

"You are also barbarians?" Peng Mingzheng was stunned for the first time he heard this statement.

"Well, in the eyes of most Koreans, Japanese, Americans, Russians, and even Europeans, we are also barbarians who do not like to be clean, take advantage of the situation, and like to fight... They also look at us with a lofty gaze and look down on us..." Li Xiaole said sincerely:

"Even in our country, there are thousands of Chinese people who look down on our own ancestors and immortals. They regard the culture we inherit, such as Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, etiquette and integrity, as backward, barbaric, and feudal culture. In their eyes, only the American culture that leads the world is excellent and advanced. Those young people...even I, even I, have longed for being an American..."

Speaking of this, Li Xiaole smiled bitterly and said, "At some time before, I also resented myself in this 'uncivilized' country and hoped to get an American passport."

"Why is this happening?" Peng Ming was moved, and his eyes were filled with excitement and his tone was rising.

"Because of artificial prejudice." Li Xiaole sighed:

"Those civilizations use their best advantages to infinitely amplify their advantages, so that people in other places can see their best side, use the so-called "civilization" to shine on the backwardness of others, and use a high-level attitude to make us think we are "barbaric and backward", but do not mention their own crude, ugly and disgusting side.
Chapter completed!