第八章 跨国骂战升级

老王咂咜咂咜嘴，茶汤有点烫。演播厅里头死气沉沉的，观众席没几个，估计是试录，这几家播放平台又得数落节目组了。他往旁边一瞅，导播台的哥们儿一脸丧样，屏幕上跳着几个外国人的名字，估计是今天请来的“国际嘉宾”。摄像头亮起来，灯打得人眼睛生疼。 “Okay, welcome to our show!” 一个梳着油头、戴着金丝眼镜的英国男人站起来，操着一口自带BGM的英式英语开始念稿，“My name is James, and I’m here to…” 话还没说完，旁边一个穿花衬衫、头发乱翘的德国男人突然插嘴。 “Hey, wait a minute!” 德国佬手势一大，“I’m Max, and I think your English is terrible! You should learn to speak like a real German!” 英国佬脸一红，正要辩解，旁边一个皮肤黝黑、浓眉大眼的美国小伙直接笑了出来。 “Dude, chill out. Your hair looks like a bird’s nest.” 美国小伙挠挠头，“But seriously, why are you two fighting already? It’s just a show.” 老王在台下听了直乐，这帮老外还真是开门红，上来就开撕。他清了清嗓子走上台，示意他们安静。 “Alright folks, settle down. We’re here to have some fun, not start a war.” 老王咧嘴一笑，“James, Max, and Mike, welcome to ‘Go Crazy with Me’! Today, we’re going to talk about… culture differences!” 英国佬深吸一口气，终于找回了自己的节奏：“Yes, culture differences! In my country, we value tradition and etiquette. But in Germany, we value efficiency and action!”