I am a literary giant in Europe

Chapter 469 Bar Conflict
This year is 2004!
Moreover, it's about to pass...

Judging by the timeline, Wu Mousen should be leaving Hollywood soon to return to the mainland and start swindling and cheating people.

That should be about right.

However, his unconventional tactics were still quite impressive.

Before returning, they released a bunch of press releases, making it seem like a triumphant return.

During this period, the reputation of Hollywood directors was still very attractive in mainland China, enough to fool 80% of people.

Furthermore, this period coincided with the time when the generation that grew up watching Hong Kong films began to speak out.

Yes, including Liu Jin!

People his age grew up watching shows like "A Better Tomorrow" and "The Killer".

I have a deep impression of Wu Mousen.

Coupled with limited information flow and the fact that director Wu is a Hollywood returnee, many people are unaware of his exploits against MGM and the resulting surge in Paramount's financial pressure; they only know of the success of Broken Arrow, Mission: Impossible, and Face/Off. Even Windtalkers was touted in mainland China as a blockbuster project that would break 70 million US dollars at the box office, which truly shocked many people.

Old Han was fooled too!

Actually, if he had inquired more carefully back then, he could have found out the truth.

In truth, Wu Mousen's aura was too dazzling. Not to mention Lao Han, even those who were more impressive were fooled by him.

Red Cliff!

What kind of rubbish was that filmed?

……

"Can John still get projects in Hollywood?"

"This is going to be tough!"

Spike sat at the bar, took a sip of his drink, and shook his head with a smile.

"Paramount initially invested in Crack in the Memory because of the success of Mission: Impossible 2, giving him a chance."

As a result, he failed to seize the opportunity!

Amos, that's how Hollywood is. If he were white, maybe he would have had a third chance.

Unfortunately, he wasn't... a cruel fact.

"how about you?"

Liu Jin was drinking beer.

Scarlett was sitting next to him, enjoying a cocktail.

This is a bar located in St. Mark's Square.

As night falls, Venice becomes exceptionally lively.

On the one hand, this time of year is typically a busy time; on the other hand, the film festival also attracts a large number of tourists, further stimulating consumption.

Meanwhile, at a table inside the bar, four or five bald, burly men kept glancing at Liu Jin and his companions.

"I?"

Spike couldn't help but laugh.

He said smugly, "As long as I'm willing, there will be investment."

"Then why are you changing partners?"

"You know nothing!"

Spike, feeling a sore spot, couldn't help but say, "If I took Amos's work to Touchstone, they would be begging for money."

Liu Jin smiled.

"I'm not that good."

"No, Amos, you have no idea how popular your work is in Hollywood these days."

So far, there have been almost no losses.

One Pirates of the Caribbean, one Hangover… with two films grossing nearly two billion worldwide, who do you think would dare underestimate you?

"Are there so many?"

"Of course, The Hangover grossed 11 billion, Pirates of the Caribbean 800 million, and the total box office was 1.9 billion."

Add to that the box office returns of your other films, nearly three billion… Amos, do you know what that means?”

"What concept?"

"Major companies will treat you like a god!"

Hmm, that seems about right!
The main reason is that Liu Jin hasn't paid much attention to the film's box office performance over the past year.

Aside from The Hangover, he got a share of the profits from it.

others……

He really didn't pay attention; basically, Mela would take care of everything for him.

He doesn't even know how much wealth he has now.

Scarlett Johansson, standing to the side, looked at Liu Jin with intense, focused eyes.

……

"Hahaha, this is hilarious!"

A rude voice came from the side.

The burly white man who had been sitting in the corner next to the table walked over. "A black guy and a yellow banana, drinking here?"

"Hey, this isn't a place for you. Get out!"

“Luciano, are you fucking drunk? Don’t bother my guests here.”

Upon seeing this, the bartender behind the bar quickly shouted at him to stop.

But the other person didn't care at all. He walked over to Scarlett, put his hand on her shoulder, and said, "Little girl, you shouldn't be with these lowlifes. If you want to have fun, we can satisfy you, but this damn yellow banana next to you... Hahaha, don't you know? These yellow bananas' dicks can't satisfy you."

Before she could finish speaking, Scarlett grabbed a bottle from the bar and smashed it over the other person's head.

The bartender was also startled.

The white trash, his face covered in blood, cursed, "Damn America bitch, do you want to die?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to slap Scarlett.

But as soon as he raised his hand, it was tightly gripped by someone.

Turning his head, he saw Liu Jin slide down, put one hand on his neck, twist his arm with the other, and push him down to the ground with a thud.

Then he lowered his body, squatted down, and punched him in the face.

In an instant, the white trash's face was covered in blood, and his nose was broken.

A scream rang out, and his friends rushed over upon seeing it.

Liu Jin lunged forward like a tiger, grabbing the man at the front and slamming him hard against the corner of the bar.

It hit him squarely in the waist!
Liu then stepped back, pulled Scarlett behind him, and then lunged at her with a fist raised.

Spike, seeing this, also became excited.

He grabbed a stool from the side, slammed it down, and then, yelling, charged into the crowd.

A chaotic battle ensued.

……

About half an hour later, the police arrived!

The bar was a mess. Liu Jin sat on the floor, leaning against the counter, blood on the corner of his mouth and half of his face was blue.

Spike was in an even worse state, his face covered in blood.

However, he seemed a bit excited, and was yelling loudly at a white man lying on the ground in a semi-conscious state.

Scarlett squatted down next to Liu Jin and asked in a low voice.

The bar was littered with tables and chairs, and seven or eight white men were lying on the floor, groaning and moaning.

“I’m Spike Lee, and these are Amos and Scarlett.”

We were members of the Venice Film Festival jury, and we just wanted to have a drink, but we were subjected to racial discrimination by these people.

Yes, the conflict arose because they were racially discriminatory towards us and tried to forcibly take Scarlett away.

I've already called my lawyer..."

"I also called the organizing committee, and Marco Müller is on his way."

Is this how you Italians treat enthusiastic tourists? Damn it, we just wanted a drink and a chat, and this is how we get humiliated? They called Spike a nigger and me a yellow banana.

Merda, is this what you call Italian civilization?

Initially, the police wanted to cause trouble for Liu Jin and Spike.

But when they introduced themselves, they panicked!
Liu Jin stood up, pointed at the bartender behind the counter, and said to the police, "He heard what they were saying, and there are CCTV cameras in the bar to prove it."

If this matter cannot be resolved satisfactorily, we do not mind requesting assistance from the Chinese Embassy and the American Embassy.

The police officer looked at the bartender.

The bartender wore a bitter smile and did not answer.

But that smile said it all.

Several police officers also felt a headache coming on...

This matter seems to have blown up!
If it were just Liu Jin, they wouldn't be worried. A few threats would be enough to make the Chinese behave themselves.

But now there's also an American black man and a woman...

Scarlett saw through the police officer's thoughts and sneered, "Amos, you should have heard of him. He is the greatest Chinese writer in France and a Pulitzer Prize winner... Are you discriminating against a great writer?"
He wrote "The Crucible" and spoke for you Italians.

The writer of The Crucible?
The policeman's expression changed.

If Liu Jin were just Liu Jin, they wouldn't be afraid.

but if……

The name Amos is also very famous in Italy!
At that moment, the bar door was pushed open.

A group of reporters rushed in, snapping photos of Liu Jin and his two companions, followed by a barrage of microphones.

"Mr. Amos, what has happened here?"

"Director Spike, why did you get into a conflict with someone?"

"Miss Scarlett, who are these people?"

The arrival of reporters made the situation even more chaotic.

Several police officers were also a bit at a loss, but they also knew that in this situation, they could only handle the matter impartially.

……

(End of this chapter)