The best director ever

Chapter 315 Trouble
Does Chris need a tip?

Of course not, even if he accepts it, it depends on whether someone dares to give it to him!

So, until Chris led Han Qiu to a "coffee shop", Chris did not answer Han Qiu's "tip" question directly.

Han Qiu looked at this dilapidated "cafe" that looked like a mahjong hall in a small county town in China, and opened his mouth in a daze:
"I just asked you to take me to the store or the supermarket, why did you bring me here?"

Chris shrugged, "Because there is also water here."

Han Qiu: "."

Han Qiu would never have guessed that this white man who appeared by accident had actually already had a firm grasp of his every move.Including Han Qiu's purpose of coming here and where he lives, everything is clear.

Helping Han Qiu lead the way before was naturally acting.

Not to mention, Chris found that he still has a little talent for acting.Just like a few years ago in England, when I performed as a group performer for Han Qiu, I was acting with my life.

Although the plan failed in the end, Chris was not discouraged.If you can't blow up the parliament building, then blow up the subway station!
Revolution is always accompanied by flames; faith is always stained with blood!

This is Chris's belief, although Han Qiu did not agree with that set of stuff from the beginning to the end, even though V was photographed by himself.

Grandma's, isn't V an anarchist?People just yearn for freedom and are dissatisfied with tyranny.

In Han Qiu's view, the current social system is very good. Whether capitalism or socialism, each has its own advantages and each has its own audience.

As for anarchism.
Forget it, it’s just as unrealistic as communism.

Chris walked in with Han Qiu, and sat down in a double seat by the window.Han Qiu glanced at the surrounding environment lightly, and found that there were quite a lot of people here, and it was quite lively.

It's just that he and Chris are a little different.Because more than 90% of the people here are black, Han Qiu, who is yellow, and Chris, who is white, are undoubtedly extremely eye-catching.

Regardless of other people's gazes, Chris said as if no one else was there: "Now you can tip me."

"." Han Qiu's mouth twitched, he thought this guy was really warm-hearted.

Just when Han Qiu was about to pay him, Chris shook his head, "You don't need to give me money, just buy me a drink."

Han Qiu frowned, and looked at Chris in surprise, "Okay."

I called the waiter and asked him to serve two cups of coffee, but after talking for a long time, the waiter didn't understand.In the end, it was Chris who ordered a few words before sending them away.

"Most people here don't understand English," Chris explained.

"I know, you speak Arabic, don't you?"

Chris nods.

"Are you Moroccan?"

Chris shook his head.

"Then where are you from?"

Chris's eyelids drooped slightly, and he sighed, "I am a rootless person, and my home is everywhere."

Han Qiu couldn't help but want to twitch his mouth again, fuck me, you think you are a monk, and you are still home in the world.

He thought that people didn't want to talk about it, and deliberately put him off, so Han Qiu simply didn't ask about it.He turned to ask the biggest doubt in his heart: "Why do I feel like we met somewhere?"

"Yes." Chris admitted.

Han Qiu's eyes widened in an instant. He didn't expect to ask the question casually, and the result really came out?
"You are." Han Qiu apologized, "Sorry, I have an impression of you, but I really can't remember your name."

"Chris Masefield!" Chris didn't mind, and said gently.

"Chris?" Han Qiu intersected, and broke it hard.He also had an impression of the name, but he still couldn't remember it.

Chris was not impatient at all, and continued: "Britain, V for Vendetta, swarm."

Hearing this, these words echoed in Han Qiu's ears alternately, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he finally remembered who the middle-aged white man in front of him was.

"Are you the extra performer who asked to read the script?"

Chris smiled and said, "That's right, I'm the next one. I'm honored that Director Han still remembers me."

Han Qiu waved his hand in embarrassment. He really couldn't remember if they didn't remind him.He also understood why Chris would take the initiative to be his guide.Dare to be an acquaintance.

"Why don't you work as an actor in England? Morocco is not a suitable place for an actor."

Even though he was recognized by Han Qiu, Chris still looked flattered, "I haven't been an actor for a long time. I think those scenes of murder and arson in movies are too fake, and acting is boring."

Han Qiu: "." It was the first time he heard such a fresh and refined reason for quitting.

"Director Han, did you come to Morocco to film a movie?" Chris asked knowingly.

"Yes, there is a new film that needs to be filmed here."

Hearing this, Chris' expression finally changed a bit, and he asked curiously, "May I ask about the theme of this movie?"

Han Qiu pointed to his forehead: "It's a science fiction film about dreams."

Chris nodded calmly.In fact, when he heard the word dream, Chris became less curious.

In his mind, the movie V must be number one.Second, there is the Dark Knight.The Joker is the screen character he admires the most besides V.Even, in terms of anarchism, the clown has gone further than V.

It's a pity that compared to V, the Joker won the Batman, but he never won the hearts of the people.This is where Chris thinks Joker is inferior to V.

"What about you, are you still sticking to your beliefs?" Han Qiu was extremely impressed with Chris's anarchism.

Although he didn't agree with it himself, he never thought of interfering with other people's beliefs in the past.

In this world, if a person has faith in his heart, his life must be more exciting.

Faith is not just about religion, nor is it just about believing in a certain god.Belief refers to the belief and respect for a certain proposition, doctrine, religion, or someone or something, and regards it as one's own code of conduct.

It is the sustenance of the human spirit. It can be a person, a thing, an obsession in the mind, a goal that can be fought for a lifetime, and a tall figure that can be followed for a lifetime.

It can be said that faith is an upgraded and enhanced version of dreams, and its influence is incomparable to dreams.

If you use it well, you can become our party, if you don't use it well, you can become a ghost who died under the hands of our party.

If asked, does Han Qiu have faith?
Then, movies are Han Qiu's lifelong belief!

Chris nodded: "Of course, I never gave it up."

Han Qiu gave a thumbs up and praised: "Although I am not an anarchist, I admire your persistence."

"Thank you." Chris smiled sincerely. Now he likes this feeling of being fair.

In his life, he rarely has the time to talk to others.Especially as a terrorist leader, few people dare to sit and talk with him calmly.In particular, Han Qiu did not discriminate against himself as an anarchist.

If someone discriminates against Chris face to face because of anarchism, then the person will be greeted with bullets or bombs.

You can insult me, but you can't insult my beliefs.

It was a great honor that Han Qiu straightforwardly avoided this death point and gained Chris' friendship.Although in Han Qiu's view, Chris, a friend he hadn't seen for many years, had nothing to help him.

In Chris's eyes, the director Han Qiu can't help him, the only thing the other party can do is to be his confidant and chat with him.

After a while, the two cups of "coffee" that Han Qiu asked for arrived.

"Why two bottles of wine?" Han Qiu said speechlessly.

"Because there's no coffee here." Chris replied calmly.

"Well, I thought this was a cafe."

"The people of Rabat don't like that."

Han Qiu first poured Chris a glass of wine, then filled it up for himself, raised the glass, and said, "I think the wine is also good, come on, let's celebrate our meeting again."

Chris raised his glasses to each other: "Celebrate our meeting!"

After finishing this drink, according to the temperament of Chinese people persuading people to drink, there must be one cup after another.

"Come again." Han Qiu picked up the bottle and was about to pour it for Chris.Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Chris.

"Sorry, I'm a Catholic, I can drink with my friends, but I can't drink too much."

Han Qiu suddenly realized that since it was a religious requirement, the words of persuasion he had learned from Liang Chaowei were completely useless.

He is now thinking in his heart, should he also make this "excuse" when socializing in the future?
"Then you also ordered two bottles of wine."

"As I said at the beginning, I only need one cup. Besides, aren't you very thirsty?"

Han Qiu: "." Isn't that cup a tip?

Seeing Han Qiu deflated, Chris had a rare smile on his face. If his subordinates saw this, they would definitely be more surprised than seeing a ghost.

After drinking more than one bottle of wine, Han Qiu felt that he was not thirsty anymore, but his head was a little dizzy.

Picking up the bottle, Han Qiu couldn't understand the Arabic characters on it, but he could understand the Arabic numerals.

45°? ? ! !
Nima, the degree is so high, I can't blame the ball!

"Chris, I think you should take me to the coffee shop next time." Han Qiu shook his head and said in pain.The wine of the black big brother is a bit hurt.

As soon as the voice fell, Han Qiu's cell phone rang.

"Hello~~~?"

"Director Han!" Xiao Zhang said anxiously.

"what happened?"

"There's a little trouble on the film crew's side." Xiao Zhang said through gritted teeth.

(End of this chapter)