As the winner of the "Best Director Award" and "Best Actor Award", the crew of "Hello! Mr. Tree" was very popular at the dinner.

Although it is just a low-budget art film and may not have high commercial value, most people are willing to get to know talented people.

Of course, there were also people at the scene who were not interested in the film, but Ye Zhiqiu didn't care about it.

When it comes to film art, the standard of quality is inherently subjective. You can't please everyone. Just do your best to express what you want to express.

Just as Ye Zhiqiu was chatting with someone, a voice neither loud nor soft was heard from a group of people not far away.

"Honestly, I don't understand the judges' decision or why this award was given to such a work."

"The narrative is dragging and the structure is confusing. In essence, this is just a documentary about the slums in a backward country. If such a work can win an award, then the threshold of this award is too low. I feel ashamed to receive the award on the same stage with such a work."

"But it's understandable that rookie directors from the third world have only this much ability and vision..."

After the words fell, the crowd on Ye Zhiqiu's side fell into a brief silence.

The words just now were said by Oliver Pierre, the director of "Galaxy Battleship 2". Although he did not mention any names, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was referring to Ye Zhiqiu and his work "Hello! Mr. Tree".

Everyone looked at them with strange expressions. In terms of status and popularity in the international film and television circles, Pierre was indeed much better than Ye Zhiqiu. It was understandable that he made some comments from the perspective of a great director, but the words he just said were obviously discriminatory, which was not normal.

The crew of "Hello! Mr. Tree" was very angry.

Ye Zhiqiu's face also darkened. He raised his hand to comfort the indignant team members, and then walked over there alone.

Ye Zhiqiu's action of stepping forward "alone" attracted the attention of everyone present, and everyone had a "spectacular" expression.

On the other side, Pierre, reminded by others, also noticed Ye Zhiqiu walking straight towards him. A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. He held the red wine glass in one hand and put the other hand in his trouser pocket, ready and waiting for Ye Zhiqiu's arrival.

Under the gaze of the entire audience, Ye Zhiqiu walked through the crowd and approached Pierre step by step.

Before he could say anything, Pierre spoke first, saying in a mocking tone: "Look, isn't this the winner of the 'Best Director Award' tonight?"

"Why, do you have any advice?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him as if he were a fool, pointed at the long table behind him, and said, "If you must give me some advice, I think it is very uncivilized to stand by the table and chat after getting your food from the buffet."

"What do you say, Monsieur Pierre?"

"If possible, please move aside. I want to get some food. Thank you."

Ye Zhiqiu's words blocked all the prepared remarks of Pierre, just like a powerful punch hitting cotton, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Under the gaze of the whole audience, he was criticized by a junior. The key point was that what the other party said was blameless. Pierre's face turned pale and blue, and he had to make way with a cold snort.

Ye Zhiqiu ignored the other person, walked forward, and slowly put some food on his plate.

Just when everyone thought that their expectations were in vain and that the show was not as good as expected, Ye Zhiqiu turned around but did not leave. Instead, he looked at Pierre and asked, "Mr. Pierre, you seem to have a lot of opinions about my work winning the award?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's spirits were lifted again.

Pierre had not expected Ye Zhiqiu to dare to confront him so directly. After a moment of silence, he stopped pretending and sneered, "Yes, is there anything wrong with what I said?"

"It's just a documentary about a Third World slum. It has no artistic value at all. Any documentary director could have made it."

Ye Zhiqiu shrugged and said, "Obviously, the judges don't think so, and neither do the majority of Chinese audiences."

"Come on." Pierre sneered and said, "Young man, this is not an Oscar. It's just two small awards. It's not worth being so proud of."

"Besides, success in the Chinese market doesn't mean anything. As we all know, the appreciation level of audiences in third world countries is limited. OK?"

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly asked, "If I remember correctly, Director Pierre, your winning work is the science fiction film "Battleship 2", right?"

"Yes, so what?" Pierre replied, looking at Ye Zhiqiu with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Ye Zhiqiu asked again: "How much is the global box office of "Galaxy Battleship 2"?"

A smug look flashed across Pierre's eyes as he said, "$10.5 billion, among the top science fiction films in the world."

Ye Zhiqiu's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to ask, "What percentage of the box office did it take in China?"

Hearing this, Pierre's face changed slightly, as if he realized something, and remained silent.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't wait for his answer, and said to himself: "It doesn't matter if you forget, it happens that I know it."

\"The box office of "Battleship 2" in the Chinese market is 4.7 million US dollars, accounting for 45% of the global box office. This part is contributed by the audience who you said "have no appreciation ability". If this part of the box office is removed, what do you think will happen? \"

Pierre looked unhappy. Ye Zhiqiu continued, "We Chinese have an old saying, 'Hold the bowl to eat, put it down to curse'. I don't need to explain to you what it means, right?"

"Or to put it more bluntly, as a commercial film, the people who go into the cinema and buy tickets are the ones who make a living, but the director is scolding the ones who make a living. Do you think this is appropriate?"

The last sentence made Pierre's face change drastically. This time he was really panicked.

To be honest, he targeted Ye Zhiqiu because of personal grudges.

It was true that he looked down on Ye Zhiqiu's works, and it was also true that he felt that the Chinese audience's appreciation level was low, but this was one thing that he thought about in his mind, and once he said it out loud, the nature of the matter changed.

It is no exaggeration to say that China is currently the second most consumer-powerful film market in the world. If what happened tonight gets out and causes a boycott by Chinese audiences, the consequences will be serious.

After figuring this out, Pierre quickly looked around, and after confirming that there were no reporters, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But after just a few words, he lost twice. Pierre knew that the young man in front of him was not easy to deal with. He was afraid of saying too much and making mistakes, so he didn't plan to continue talking to him.

However, Ye Zhiqiu did not intend to let him go just like that.

Ye Zhiqiu said: "Mr. Pierre, you said that Chinese science fiction films are 20 years behind, right?"

Pierre paused, but he couldn't help but sneered, "Yes, I said it, it's true, and I still hold this view now. What's the problem?"

"No." Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand, "I still disagree with your opinion, how about..."

Ye Zhiqiu grinned, looked into the other person's eyes and said.

"Shall we make a bet about this?"