This was the first time Lu Heng had been invited to attend the Oscar ceremony in both his past and present lives.
It was also the first time for most of the Past Life, Present Life crew.
Everyone wore smiles as they curiously took in the people and sights around them. Everywhere they looked, there were elegant dresses and dazzling stars. International superstars and industry tycoons who were rarely seen in everyday life stood casually in the hall, chatting and exchanging pleasantries.
In contrast, the Bushido crew, who had entered the Kodak Theatre before the Past Life, Present Life crew, found themselves in the awkward position of being cold-shouldered.
Even though the Japanese lavished Hollywood stars and big shots with their warmest words and most attentive attitudes, the latter merely nodded politely, exchanged a few casual remarks, then turned back to their own conversations.
No one was stupid. The news that the Bushido crew had insulted Huaxia films in the hotel restaurant and enraged Mr. James, chairman of the Oscar jury, had long become an after-dinner joke. These stars and industry giants might not care about the dispute between Huaxia and Japanese films, nor whether Murashita Shuichi had gone too far, but they would not offend Mr. James for the sake of a Japanese man.
What was more, Murashita Shuichi's reckless public remarks full of racial discrimination had also earned the particular contempt of these white people who prided themselves on being democratic, free, open, and equal.
"...Those Japanese people are far too rude. As a gentleman, how could he shout and make a scene in public, saying such embarrassing things? Most ridiculous of all, they actually dared question Mr. James's judgment and reputation. It is simply unbelievable."
"Compared with them, I prefer those Huaxia people. At least their words