"What's going on?" Cameron, who had been staying up all night, gave the task of directing the scene to the assistant director and went to take a nap in the cabin.
In the end, he didn't expect that a big problem would occur when he fell asleep.
In fact, the assistant director knew Boss Jia's identity. He knew that he was the boss of the crew, but most of the crew members didn't know that.
Therefore, most of the crew members glared at Boss Jia after the incident. They stood together with the seven actors and were ready to denounce Boss Jia.
The assistant director saw that it was impossible. He tried to restrain the crew members and sent someone to invite Cameron to deal with the problem.
Cameron, who was staring at him with red eyes, appeared on the scene. The assistant director hurried over and told him the whole story.
"Mr. Jia, I can understand your feelings for your people, but your ancestors came to Europe and the United States with money. That's history. Please don't disturb the shooting. Otherwise, I'll be in a very difficult position!" Cameron was very strong-willed. He didn't hesitate to speak to the boss of the crew.
After all, Boss Jia had spent hundreds of millions of dollars, and the movie was almost finished. How could Boss Jia have the courage to give up all the money?
"Director Cameron!" Boss Jia knew that he had to persuade Cameron in another way.
"I don't want to talk about the feelings of the Hua Xia people with you. Let's talk about the historical facts!" Boss Jia, who was shirtless, said faintly, "In history, the Hua Xia happened in 1911 during the Xinhai Revolution. In February 1912, the Qing government announced its abdication. The Titanic sank in April 1912. At that time, Hua Xia had entered the era of the Republic of China. All the Hua Xia people had cut off the damn money tail braids behind their heads. That's the historical facts. Shouldn't you admit it? "
In fact, there was a problem with Boss Jia's words. After all, there were still many remnants of the Manchurian Qing Dynasty. In addition, even some ordinary Chinese people did not shave their hair on a large scale after the 1911 Revolution out of fear that the Qing Dynasty might be restored at any time and the habit of having their hair tied in pigtails for their whole lives.
After that, it took more than ten years for the commoners to get rid of the braids at the back of their heads.
Of course, it was impossible for Cameron to have such a detailed understanding of the history of Hua Xia, especially the history of hair cutting and braiding. He was easily fooled by Boss Jia. He nodded, acknowledging Boss Jia's words.
However, Cameron continued to say, "Even if you Huaxia people removed the ponytail from your heads in February 1912, it would still take more than three months for the news to travel from Huaxia to Europe. Even the fastest cruise ship would take more than three months. I don't think the eight Chinese boatmen on the ship could have known about the success of the 1911 Revolution so quickly. They should still have the ponytail behind them!"
"…" Boss Jia didn't expect Cameron's thinking to be so strange. This made Boss Jia a little speechless. He told Cameron everything again, but Cameron still insisted on the existence of the money tail braids. In his opinion, this was the characteristic of the Hua Xia people at that time. It was also the historical truth. It couldn't be given up. Everything had to be exactly the same as in history.
"If you insist on the money tail braids, then I won't film this movie! There's no need to film the entire Hua Xia content! " Boss Jia said lightly. Instead of the damn money tail braids appearing in the movie, it was better to leave everything as it was. There was no need to film any Chinese stories.
"Alright!" Seeing Boss Jia's tough attitude, Cameron didn't want to be outdone. He still had his own insistence.
Seeing that things were going to go in the worst direction, the producer on the set, Jon Landau, appeared in time. He panted and said, "Found it, I found it!"
"Mr. Landau, what did you find?" Boss Jia asked curiously.
"You are … Mr. Jia!!" At this time, Boss Jia was still wearing makeup, revealing his bronze-colored upper body muscles. Jon Landau, who didn't know the truth, was shocked. He didn't understand how the great Boss Jia suddenly became like this.
"Don't worry about me. What did you find?" Boss Jia waved his hand and said.
"Oh, I found the relatives of one of the six Chinese survivors!" Jon Landau panted and said, "One of the Chinese survivors later returned from Cuba to the United States. He opened Zuo Zongtang's Chicken Restaurant in Los Angeles. My people spent a lot of effort to find his descendants. We also got a diary from his descendants!"
"Really?" Boss Jia was shocked at first. Then he asked curiously, "Mr. Landau, why did you specifically look for these survivors?"
"It's because of our director Cameron's request!" Jon Landau touched his old waist and smiled bitterly. "Our great director insisted on the authenticity of history. Although we collected a lot of information about the six survivors, he still insisted on finding the descendants of the survivors and getting more detailed information from them. So I went to look for these descendants!"
"I see!" Boss Jia looked at Director Cameron deeply and said, "Mr. Landau, did you bring the diary here? Can you show it to me? "
"The original diary. The relatives didn't want to give it to me, but they agreed to let me take a photo of the date. I developed it and it's all here!" Jon Landau took out a lot of photos and handed them to Boss Jia. Boss Jia took them and started to look at them one by one.
It could be seen that although this laborer knew how to write, his handwriting was very ugly and the number of words was very small. Basically, it was just an account of what happened every day.
But soon, Boss Jia found an interesting entry in the diary.
"On the sixth day of the third month of the second year of the Xuantong Dynasty in the Qing Dynasty, three of us from the same hometown were sold to a shipyard as boiler workers. We hoped that this job would earn us more money and let us live a better life!"
"On the seventh day of the fourth month of the second year of the Xuantong Dynasty in the Qing Dynasty, an extremely painful thing happened today. Er Liuzi's hair was ignited by a spark when he was heating the boiler. Half of his scalp was burned. The doctor said that he only had a 20% chance of survival. May Buddha bless him!"
"On the nineteenth day of the fourth month of the second year of the Xuantong Dynasty in the Qing Dynasty, Er Liuzi endured for more than ten days but still died. He didn't have the money to buy a coffin or a grave, so he was casually thrown into the sea. However, the remaining two of us from the same hometown and the other six people fell into a dilemma. Should we cut off the braids behind our backs?"
"On the twenty-second day of the fifth month of the second year of the Xuantong Dynasty in the Qing Dynasty, my braids were also ignited today. Fortunately, we were all prepared and the fire was extinguished before it reached our scalps. However, this also strengthened our determination. The eight of us cut off the braids behind our backs together. We hope that our ancestors will forgive us!"
Reading this, Boss Jia felt both sad and pitiful. Did his ancestors live like this in the era of a hundred years ago? That was indeed an extremely humiliating era for the Chinese!
However, in this way, the argument between him and Cameron could also come to an end.
Boss Jia placed this paragraph of the diary in front of Cameron and then personally translated the days just now for him. In the end, Boss Jia said, "Mr. Cameron, braids are not history anymore. Any worker who works in the boiler room will not have long hair because it is too dangerous for their work. All the workers in the boiler room are basically bald!"
"This point has been written very clearly in the diary. At the same time, my ancestors also paid the price of their lives to prove this point. If you still have any doubts, you can ask the other workers in the boiler room and see if they have long hair!" Boss Jia said faintly.
"No need!" Cameron shook his head and looked at Boss Jia with an apologetic expression. "This time, I have thought it through thoroughly. The workers working in the boiler room really shouldn't have braids. This is not in line with history and reality. I admit my mistake."
"Someone, come and inform the stage management to put away all the braids. We don't need them anymore!" Cameron quickly ordered.
"Wait!" Boss Jia suddenly said. "In addition to putting away all the braids, I have one more request."
"What request?"
"That's to fire all seven of them!" Boss Jia said coldly. "Director Cameron, since you are here to film Hua Xia workers, you should have invited eight real Hua Xia actors instead of three Fusangpeople, two Koreans, one Thai, and one guy who can't even be considered a human!"
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