Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 312 I am pursuing her (for the leader Little Richard)
WNYW is a television station in New York City, and its channel is called Fox5.

As the name suggests, this is the flagship television station of Fox Broadcasting Company.

Fox5 has a long history and has a wide influence in the New York area, covering New York City and the surrounding metropolitan areas.

Today's Fox5 had a special program that was previewed in advance, which aroused heated discussion among many American viewers.

Just two days ago, Lu Kuan, a Chinese director who just sold Mytube for US$23 billion, was rumored to be involved in an underage sex scandal.

Mr. Lu is no stranger in North America, and his fan base may even be larger than that in China.

Because the foreigners don't care about his reputation as a washing machine, they only care about whether the movie is good and whether the people are interesting.

This talented Chinese director, who was so cheerful and cheerful at the Oscars that he even outshone the comedian and host Rock, is suspected of molesting his underage female lead.

The swimming pool photo has been widely circulated on social media, especially Mytube.

Because the heroine is a famous Chinese blogger on Mytube, she is extremely popular among the Chinese community in North America, even more popular than her role in Blue Moon.

Regardless of the outcome of today's live TV broadcast, Xiao Liu has become a household name in North America, at least among the more than 500 million Chinese community.

A little after six in the morning on January 1th, at the Plaza Hotel in New York.

Concubine Liu Yi has woken up from tossing and turning. She watched the moon until very late last night.

Inevitably, feelings of anxiety, panic, and helplessness fill the mind.

She forced herself to calm down and started washing and putting on makeup.

Looking at his bare face in the mirror, Xiao Liu couldn't help but think back to that day at the Rosewood Hotel in Vancouver when he leaned in to evaluate his face.

What a shame I didn’t trick him into recording it for me!
The girl thought about his comments at that time and said that her double eyelids were not very obvious, small fan-shaped double eyelids, and there was some epicanthus at the inner corner of her eyes.

She also said that her eyeballs are not exposed enough and she should go for the path of a cool and beautiful beauty.

Ok. . .

Listen to him for once.

As an artist, she naturally received makeup training.

I taught myself some art and have some ability to appreciate colors.

Liu Yifei chose a beige eyeshadow as a base for the eye sockets, and then applied dark gray eyeshadow in the folds of the double eyelids, gradually blending it from the end of the eye to the beginning of the eye, making the eyes look deeper.

After a closer look, I added some color to the triangle area at the end of the eye to increase the three-dimensional effect.

Afterwards, Xiao Liu looked at himself in the mirror and found that he had indeed become sharper and more cool.

His aesthetic taste is really amazing.

The little girl didn't seem to realize that the figure of that person had been looming in her mind since she looked at the moon last night.

Because she is afraid.

She subconsciously desperately needed to find an image that could give her a sense of security, and there was only him.

There was a bottle of golden rum in the room of the luxury hotel. In order to give herself courage, the girl poured herself a glass and savored the taste which was mellow at first and then spicy.

At this time, there were still more than two hours before this accusation, which was preemptively labeled as "women's consciousness awakening", would begin.

About 1.5 miles away from the New York Plaza Hotel where Xiao Liu was staying, there was a cafe called Caffe Reggio.

Opened in 1927, this coffee shop was the first in the United States to serve cappuccino and is full of history and art.

At eight o'clock in the morning, a young Chinese man in a suit and sunglasses walked into the cafe.

He looked tired, as if he had just got off a plane. He sat in the window seat without saying a word, just kept looking at his watch.

From this angle, you can just catch a glimpse of a corner of the WNYW TV station building.

"Sir, what do you want?"

The Chinese youth jokingly asked, "Any wine?"

The waitress was about to throw up her hands helplessly, but she caught a glimpse of his faint smile with the side of his head, which exuded a sense of elegance and casualness.

It seemed like a spring breeze, ruffling the freckles on her face, causing them to jump up along with an unconscious smile.

This Chinese young man seems familiar...

"Sir, you're such a joke, but I'm Mexican and I have a bottle of privately bottled gold tequila..."

The Chinese youth's eyes lit up: "Okay, do I have the honor to taste it?"

The freckled girl looked around and shook the magnificent thing on her chest without leaving any trace: "Be quiet, I will pour it for you secretly."

Two minutes later, a glass of amber-colored gold tequila with a note on it was placed in front of the young man.

The latter took out the tip, but instead of pretending to be romantic, he stuffed it into the freckled girl's chest. Instead, he smiled and handed it to her plate.

He unfolded the piece of paper with red lips and a phone number printed on it, and glanced at the Mexican girl who was secretly observing him not far away.

In order not to hurt her self-esteem, the young man smiled and put the note into his shirt, then raised his glass to signal her from a distance.

Not long after, Harvey walked into the cafe with a thin and fierce man.

The Jewish An Lushan quickly locked onto the back of the Chinese youth.

"Lu, we're here. Let me introduce you."

"This is Iger from Walt Disney, and this is Lou. You two must have known each other for a long time, right?"

Iger, the successor to Disney tyrant Eisner.

In a sense, his rise to power is inseparable from the previous conspiracy between Harvey and Lu Kuan.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have condescended to come to a cafe today to accept the invitation of an oriental director.

The Chinese youth was naturally more relaxed. He buttoned up the hem of his suit, stood up and shook hands with great upper-class etiquette and grace. The two men observed each other.

"Lu, the movies are good and the business is good."

Iger worked his way up from the bottom at Disney, having previously served as group president of ABC.

He is well versed in social etiquette and is not a leader who is out of touch with reality.

Boss Lu smiled and said, "Thank you. I was indeed rude today, but there are reasons for it. Please forgive me."

Harvey asked Iger to sit down as well, and the three powerful figures in the Chinese and American film circles started chatting at the coffee table by the window.

Iger glanced at the amber liquid of the gold tequila and said in surprise, "Lu, you seem to be an alcoholic."

"You remind me of Woody Allen, who once nearly passed out drunk in front of me."

"Haha, I don't like drinking, but I like drinking with friends."

Time was of the essence, so he got straight to the point: "Iger, ask the world if it's willing to be friends with Disney."

Iger laughed and said, "Did I hear that correctly? If you had said Warner, Fox, and Paramount were willing to be friends with Disney, maybe I wouldn't be so surprised."

He expressed his disdain for me without any concealment, just through a joke.

To make friends with Disney, it seems that having a broad path is not enough.

Even if your conspiracy with Harvey did objectively help me get promoted.

But when it comes to business, it is arrogant to say such things.

No matter how arrogant he was, the meeting with Iger today was because Lu Kuan asked Harvey to help him connect with him no matter what.

Because more than two hours later, when Xiao Liu walked out of Fox TV, he didn't know what kind of tragic situation he would face.

To this day, he still doesn't know what Concubine Liu Yi will say, do, or how she will deal with this dead end.

But Lu Kuan knew that if possible, she would definitely turn the knife inward and would rather hurt herself than stab him in the back.

The fangs that Wendy Deng has been longing for have appeared, and he needs to fight back.

How to counter it?

Just look for allies.

Among the six major figures, Disney's Iger has some friendship with Harvey, and considering Eisner was forced to resign in the past, he can still be considered.

At the same time, Iger, who had just taken office, was eager to eliminate the influence of his predecessor, and the loose alliance with Fox was by no means impeccable.

Regarding Lu Kuan's appeal, Disney's ABC, Disney Channel, ESPN and other media forces are also effective tools for refuting rumors today.

But the prerequisite for all this is that he can complete this cooperation today, before Xiao Liu walks out of the building.

It's just like Iger's contemptuous question, with your broad background, what qualifications do you have to talk about cooperation with Disney?
"I'm going to give you a statistic that Mr. Iger won't be able to deny."

"China strictly limits the number of imported films to 03 each year. Disney only released one, 'Bears', in 04, none in , and only one, 'Winnie the Pooh', last year. I think the situation this year is also precarious."

Iger said solemnly: "The Chinese film market is still small, and our share of the box office is only 13%. This will not cause much loss to Disney."

"I admit that Disney may not care about the profit of more than 1000 million US dollars a year at present, but what about five years from now or ten years from now?"

路老板呷了一口辛辣的龙舌兰，抛出一组数据：“中国内地2002年的银幕数量是1500多块，截至2005年有3700余块，2005年内地总票房超过4亿美元，对比2001年增长300%还要多。”

"You should also have noticed the efforts made by Fox and News Corporation behind it to enter the mainland Chinese market."

"Including the judgment of Glickman, chairman of the Motion Picture Association of America: the future of the Chinese film market is not an iron mine, not a silver mine, not even a gold mine, but a diamond mine!"

Iger spread his hands. "So what? After all, the annual quota of 20 films is fixed. Do you have any way to circumvent the authorities?"

Iger remained expressionless, but as a senior executive at Disney, the group had recognized the huge development potential of the Chinese market before he replaced Eisner.

One of the landmark initiatives was the opening of Hong Kong Disneyland in September last year and the Shanghai Disneyland project, which had been under negotiation since 9.

Boss Lu smiled and said, "I have two suggestions. If Mr. Iger agrees with the huge potential of the Chinese market in the future, I can help you solve your doubts."

"Okay, go ahead." Egg was indeed aroused.

"First, in China, only China Film Group has the right to introduce imported films, but both China Film Group and Huaxia Film Group have the right to distribute them."

"Besides the so-called annual limit of 20 imported films, there is actually another quota of 20 films that can be negotiated."

Iger was certainly well versed in this, but he was a little incredulous: "You mean buying out a movie? Are you willing to do a buyout movie?"

This involves some regulations on national film imports.

The annual quota for importing films into my country is actually 40 films, 20 of which are split-revenue films and the other 20 are buyout films, commonly known as batch films.

The profits of the 20% films are naturally shared by China Film Group and Huaxia Film Group, which basically takes up most of their time and energy, so they have no time to take care of the batch films.

In actual operation, China Film and Huaxia will give the quota of batch films to other companies for distribution and promotion, and take a small portion of the profits themselves.

The reason why Iger is incredulous is that batch film production is extremely gambling-like, that is, the actual distributor needs to buy the film copyright first and then submit it for review. If the film fails to pass the review, the distributor will lose money.

In a sense, it is no different from gambling on stones.

But is this still a problem for those who have been reborn?

For example, the 2010 film "The Expendables" was distributed in batches by the domestic company Genesis Star at a cost of US$50, and eventually grossed 2.16 million yuan.

This number was only behind "Avatar", "2012", "Transformers 2", "Transformers" and "Alice in Wonderland" that year.

The Chinese youth was full of confidence: "Iger, I am a director and a businessman. You have to trust my judgment on whether a movie will be a hit."

"You can ask Harvey to verify this."

The Jewish guy said, "That's right! Lu is the smartest Oriental director I've ever met, but sometimes he's a bit stingy in giving me, his friend, more advice!"

"Disney also has many independent film companies. I know you six big companies all have a love-hate relationship with these independent companies. I think some of the films can be distributed through me in batches, which will solve the problem."

Not to mention the distant past, Harvey's Miramax was established because of the disagreement with its parent company Disney and Eisner.

Iger breathed a sigh of relief. It was indeed a feasible way to solve the problem of redundant films, but it seemed not enough.

"Harvey told me that you want to work closely with Disney in the film and media fields."

"Given your current public opinion crisis, if you want to use Disney's media power to resolve your problems, I think you need to show more sincerity."

Boss Lu looked at him with a smile: "I have a second suggestion, but it's a bigger deal. I hope Mr. Egger won't be surprised."

Egg raised an eyebrow, motioning him to continue.

"Wenjie can sign a platter agreement with Disney."

"Platform Agreement? How much money can you provide?"

“The initial funding will not exceed US$5 million, and additional funds will be allocated based on the project’s profitability.”

Hollywood films have extremely high budgets, and since the 90s, they have mainly recovered costs in advance through policy loopholes and pre-sales in places like Japan and Germany, like Lu Kuan's "A Foreign Land" in 2002.

However, Germany had already begun to patch up loopholes in its tax laws in 2005, and it became increasingly difficult for Hollywood studios to raise funds. Even the Big Six needed to introduce fresh capital.

Iger teased: "In 2003, Paramount and Merrill Lynch formed Melrose Place, but the final collaboration was not very pleasant."

"This year, Fox and Dune Entertainment also formed a $3.25 million partnership, and the industry is waiting to see what happens."

Disney's new president laughed and said, "Your financial strength is not comparable to that of Wall Street bankers, and your industry resources are not comparable to independent companies like Dune. Why should Disney cooperate with you?"

"Because there's a diamond mine behind me."

Boss Lu has been frantically exporting the Olympics and Eastern culture in North American media, so it shouldn't be too much for him to use the motherland to support himself now.

"Mr. Iger is certainly aware that the box office revenue share for domestic and co-production films is 41%, while for imported films it is 13%."

"I own the largest film company in mainland China, with a self-contained film industry chain. I have a close relationship with the head of China Film Group. You can investigate this yourself."

"If Disney wants to go the route of batch production, I'm willing to help."

"If Disney is willing to establish a package deal with me, whether it's imported films or co-productions, I will be your best partner, bar none."

Boss Lu's ulterior motive was clear: "Of course, I still suggest using the combination of platter to invest in co-productions."

"Based on the current growth rate of the Chinese film industry, Disney films will easily earn over $13 million or $41 million at the mainland box office in the future. The difference between % and % is significant, right?"

This time, Egg was truly lost in thought, weighing the pros and cons of the matter in his mind.

But for Lu Kuan and Wenjie, introducing Disney is almost always beneficial, except for the possibility of being criticized for inviting a wolf into the house.

For example, they can make huge profits by taking advantage of the low cost of batch production, or by taking advantage of Disney's distribution network in North America.

If "Tangshan" had the support of Disney's distribution this time, the box office figures would obviously be even higher.

In the early stages of his career, Lionsgate and Miramax seemed like suitable partners.

But as the business expands, there are more and more potential competitors, and Boss Lu has to use interests to bind more allies.

It was almost 9 o'clock in the morning. The sunlight shone through the glass of the coffee shop onto a corner of the table where the three people were sitting. Egg looked at the young Chinese man in front of him thoughtfully.

"Lu, I suddenly want to drink some wine too."

Boss Lu understood what he meant, and felt relieved that the big thing was settled.

The freckled girl came forward excitedly, took another $20 tip, and quietly served three glasses of gold tequila.

The TV in the coffee shop was turned on. Someone tuned it to Fox5, but it seemed like quite a few people were paying attention to this "court accusation."

In the corner, three well-dressed movie industry bosses were strangely having morning drinks in a historic coffee shop.

There wasn't even a plate of peanuts on the table.

Harvey teased, "Lu, it looks like your girlfriend is going to betray you. Aren't you worried?"

Boss Lu raised his glass and said, "With Mr. Iger from Disney, what are you worried about?"

The Jews are like the pot calling the kettle black. When you are accused of #MeToo, you will know whether you should worry or not.

Xiao Liu is not one of those slutty bitches you guys are.

Watching the show start on the TV screen, the young Chinese man took a sip of tequila, which tasted sweet and spicy, mixed with the aroma of vanilla, roasted wood and cinnamon.
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Sweet and spicy.

At this moment, Xiao Liu, who had just walked into the studio, also had the same feeling.

She drank two small glasses of golden rum in the room. She was not used to it as she had hardly touched alcohol before adulthood, but she also fell in love with the feeling.

I feel dizzy and like in a dream.

"Yi Fei, did you sleep well last night?" Wendy Deng patted her shoulder from behind. "Did you drink?"

Xiao Liu pursed his lips and nodded, looking very nervous: "I can't sleep, I just want to get over it quickly today."

Wendy Deng originally wanted to make a few more sinister hints and threats, but when she saw her pitiful look, she gave up.

Don't wait to give her a nervous breakdown.

All the arrangements and choices were clear. Concubine Liu Yi didn't even have the possibility of dying together with the others, so there was no reason for her to commit suicide.

"Don't be nervous. After today, you will be a female leader and a rising star."

The huntress put her arm around her shoulders and pointed out several guests on the show through the backstage.

"See that lady with curly hair and a dress? Her name is Gloria. She's the founder of the Women's Media Center."

"Next to her is Jane Fonda, a columnist for New York magazine and a leader in the women's movement."

"This person in the first row is Harvard President Faust, whom I invited with great difficulty."

It is worth mentioning that Foster's predecessor, Mr. Summers, declared at an academic conference earlier this year that there are innate gender differences in the high-tech field.

This caused public outrage, and he was attacked by feminists and was eventually forced to resign.

This was also the direct reason why Faust came to power, and she became the first female president in Harvard's history.

In 2006, the feminist movement in the United States had spread from the grassroots to colleges and universities, and was showing quite a vigorous trend.

Wendi Deng still used her usual strategy, listing these big figures one by one in front of Xiao Liu to put pressure on him.

No matter how confused you are at the moment, you have to sing in today's play whether you want to or not.

It was nine in the morning in New York time, which was ten in the evening in China, and countless viewers were discussing and waiting on various websites.

Compared with foreign audiences, the mainland obviously has a larger audience.

However, foreign TV stations are currently not allowed to directly broadcast live footage on mainland websites. Various portals and Tianya, Maopu, etc. have adopted delayed live broadcasts of pictures and text to circumvent supervision.

"light?"

"Get in position."

"Receive the radio?"

"no problem."

At the world's top media center in Manhattan, New York, Liu Yifei looked through the backstage and watched as dignitaries with prestigious titles arrived one after another, and the venue was packed.

Above the studio, lights converge from all angles like bright stars.

A small microphone was pinned to her collar by the staff, and when it touched her pretty face, the cold touch made her tremble slightly.

Liu Yifei took a deep breath and took a last look at the ukiyo-e-like street scene of Sixth Avenue, wondering where he would be now.

Wearing a simple and elegant women's suit, with long raven hair like a waterfall and a delicate face, she walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage in high heels.

In her heart, this step was like stepping into the abyss.

The opening music sounded, and the host Snow raised the microphone: "Welcome today's guest, Miss Crystal."

American TV hosts are very good at building rapport and lowering guests' guard: "Crystal, you seem a little nervous."

"You studied at Booth, right? I also studied philosophy and economics at the University of Chicago. We are alumni."

"Hello, I'm not nervous."

Snow smiled and said, "Yes, I believe that the guests here today will give you strength." He faced the camera and said, "Before the show begins, I would like to briefly introduce today's beautiful Miss Oriental."

"Crystal, who is of Chinese descent, lived in the United States for more than four years and became a famous Chinese actress after returning to China."

"According to our research, she has over 1200 million followers on China's largest social networking site and over 450 million followers on Mytube."

"Wow, that's a surprising number."

"At the same time, the movie 'Alien Land' she collaborated with Leo in 2002 was a huge hit in North America..."

Snow's introduction took a turn here: "Crystal, when we talk about "Alien Land", we have to mention the core figure of today's topic, your director Lu, who is also the famous former boss of Mytube."

"Tell me, with your current mood and mental state, are you sure you can handle the topic and situation involving him?"

"We all know how deeply you were hurt by him."

The hypocrisy that smacked of Western conspiracy and the concern behind this deliberate murder made Concubine Liu Yi feel sick.

Until this moment, facing the countless cameras and long guns at the scene, the little girl calmed down instead. She had a calmness as if she was entering the execution ground.

"Yes, anytime."

Everything went smoothly. Wendy Deng was smiling behind the scenes. She really wanted to see what expression would appear on that annoying face for the first time.

At this moment, countless Chinese and foreign audiences who are concerned about this matter are staying up all night.

Zhang Chunru tossed and turned all night, watching the live broadcast on TV, and vaguely guessed what she would do.

Huayi, Chengtian, and a group of sinister conspirators lurking behind the incident are ready to celebrate.

Friends and relatives such as Mei Yanfang, Zhou Xun, and Jie Lun, as well as teachers and old friends such as Tian Zhuangzhuang, Lao Mouzi, and Zhang Huijun, all watched all this with emotion.

Why turn love into hate?

Even Bingbing, who had just finished filming, hid in his hotel room alone and kept refreshing the computer interface.

In her heart, the ambition that had just been cut down and almost completely uprooted seemed to be reluctant to emerge.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but put herself in the shoes of Xiao Liu at the scene.

What would I do if it were me?

In the office of the Peking Municipal Party Committee, Leader Liu was still working overtime reviewing documents. He called Secretary Li in to adjust the website.

The Olympic Committee's plan and director selection opinions have been submitted to those leaders for review. No matter how confident he is in Lu Kuan, he has to cheer up and pay attention to today's big event.

If things don't go well, you have no choice but to sacrifice the car to save the king.

Harvey and Iger had already left. The young Chinese man watching the live broadcast in the cafe took a sip of the amber wine in the glass and thought about buying a bouquet of flowers later.

What flower?

He didn't know what kind of flowers Xiao Liu liked, so he couldn't just dig up a kapok plant, right?
This is from her diary.

At the Fox Media Center, Snow launched into leading questioning.

"Crystal, you've known the road since you were about 14, right?"

"Ah."

"When did he first make physical contact with you? Do you remember?"

"He taught me how to act, how to breathe, how to stretch, how to warm up, how to vocalize."

Snow didn't give her time to think: "When did he first touch your sensitive parts, such as your breasts or buttocks, under what circumstances?"

“That has never happened.”

"what?"

Concubine Liu Yi faced the camera and calmly and firmly repeated once again: "I said, never!"

There was an uproar at the scene, and the feminist editor of New York magazine spoke out: "Child, don't be afraid. America is a democratic and free country. You don't have to worry about any form of persecution."

Wendy Deng's face in the backstage was terribly gloomy. She had a very bad premonition in her heart, but she seemed to find it unbelievable.

She barked orders to Snow through her headset: "Pressure her!"

Snow was a famous Fox News host and later became a White House spokesman.

He received the order, but the words he spoke were more like a bayonet, stabbing bloodily at the little girl who seemed to be about to change her confession in court.

"The subject of today's live television interview is that you were seduced and molested by a director when you were a minor."

"But you seem to want to change the subject now?"

"Have you received threats or intimidation? Please speak out loudly! Who is it?"

Snow's barrage of questions pushed Liu Yifei into a corner. She looked at the famous Fox host with a mocking look and a meaningful smile.

With today's smoky eyebrows, autumn eyes, and creamy lips, she looks extremely aggressive!
"I have indeed been threatened and intimidated, but are you sure you want me to say it?"

Snow was stunned when he heard this, and then he heard an angry roar from Wendy Deng in his headphones.

Some things can be done but not said, even if everyone knows what is going on.

Lu Kuan is not an ordinary person. He is the richest man in mainland China and has a certain international reputation in the directing industry.

Wendy Deng's roar was just to let Snow stabilize the situation and not let everything get destroyed.

But Xiao Liu is no longer a child. Now she has a deeper and more thorough understanding of the operating rules of the entire society.

She believed that as long as the farce today was kept in a certain balance and did not completely break down, the man would be able to turn things around and remedy the situation, and the incident would still be under control.

But Snow and Wendy Deng don’t know?
In their minds, if this little girl really said something without restraint, they would be passively involved in a big scandal.

As for temporarily cutting off the signal?

The program has been asking questions up to this point, with so many live broadcasts and viewers across the country and the world, and now they suddenly cut off the power and the Internet, which is even more obvious than it seems.

Even the people who secretly framed Michael Jackson did not dare to give up halfway even though they knew that they would fail in court.

For some things, once you take the first step, there is no turning back.

Taking advantage of Snow's daze, Concubine Liu Yi expressed her true demands in a firm tone and cleared his name.

The reason why she pretended to agree to Wendy Deng was that she was waiting for this moment.

She could have escaped, but the photo incident would undoubtedly ferment into a stronger storm, and it would be extremely difficult to dispel the rumors. She and Lu Kuan would undoubtedly both suffer losses.

Instead of doing that, it is better to get involved yourself. Just like Wendi Deng thought, photos cannot speak, but people can.

However, the words that came out of her mouth would obviously make her loved ones happy and her enemies sad, and her own fate would be unknown.

Xiao Liu raised her head proudly. Although she was as pretty and elegant as a delicate girl, her words were extremely powerful.

"Snow is right. I've known Lu since I was fourteen and a half. He's my acting teacher."

"In the four years we've been together, he certainly isn't a perfect person to me, but he's never done anything beyond the realm of sexual intimacy."

"The topic of today's TV interview and all the public opinion are not my own will, but a complete frame-up!"

"Just because he wanted to make some movies to correct history, just because he accidentally violated other people's interests!"

"Some people! Want to destroy him like they destroyed Michael Jackson! I won't allow it!"

She wore what he called cool makeup and looked at Snow and the camera with indifference.

The gentle smile that appeared inadvertently was the innocent look revealed after the wish was fulfilled.

Wendy Deng placed a pair of scales in front of her that seemed to leave no room for choice. No matter who took the test, the answer was obvious.

Unfortunately, she is Xiao Liu.

No matter how many weights are placed on one end of the scale, it is like a heavy snowfall that almost breaks the balance rod.

But he is on this side of the scale!

He is a playboy and a brilliant man.

He was the one who rescued himself from the drowning sea of ​​negative news, but he was also the one who pushed himself into emotional death.

The soul mentor who led him into the performing arts hall was also the culprit who shamelessly occupied his youth.

She would rather step into the endless abyss than swing the silver makeup knife that was destined to be used for self-destruction and cut the ropes that were wrapped around the two of them.

In the Fox studio, the guests were whispering to each other in a somewhat inappropriate manner, discussing the blunder.

Only a few feminists in the front row were not very satisfied.

In Champagne, Zhang Chunru watched the live broadcast on TV with her parents.

Mother Zhang looked at Liu Yifei on the screen, who looked like a brave female warrior, with emotion, and kept muttering to herself.

"Chunru, she looks like you, she really looks like you."

When she looked at her daughter who had dedicated her life to the conscience of history, Zhang Chunru's face was already filled with tears.

She will never forget the book signing event for "The Nanjing Massacre" in Times Square in 1998, which was swarmed by countless right-wing elements and reporters.

Mutiny, looting, and destruction.

She also stood in front of thousands of people, holding her book tightly, standing at the long table for book signing and loudly calling out justice and conscience.

It’s no different from Liu Yifei who is now facing the Fox Center and fighting against all the bad people in the world.

Leader Liu watched the delayed messages pop up on the interface, smiled and shook his head, and drank the last sip of hot tea in the cup.

"This kid is really lucky."

Mei Yanfang, Jay Chou, Zhou Xun, Tian Zhuangzhuang, Xiao Liu's classmates and teachers from Class 02, and all the friends and family who care about these two...

Everyone sighed at the same time, and seemed to take it for granted, as if things were supposed to be this way.

Because that’s Xiao Liu.

Only some despicable people have begun to feel despair.

Some are alert and seem to be able to foresee the coming crazy revenge.

"Snow, destroy her." Wendi Deng gave the last instruction backstage and then left in high heels.

The slender high heels accompanied the strength of her steps, and the hatred in her heart seemed to pierce through the floor.

In the studio, Snow took out the photo of the swimming pool and displayed it on the screen behind him.

"Is this photo of you? Did it really happen?"

"Yes."

"Your back is to the camera. Now please tell the audience your expression."

"do not remember."

"Okay!" Snow directed the backstage to play a short video. Liu Yifei turned around and saw the famous scene on the night of August 8.

Snow tapped the swimming pool photo with his fingers. "In January 2005, you were 1 years old. You were an underage girl and a director, and you had such an intimate act in such a private place."

"Since you said you weren't forced, can I understand that you took the initiative?"

He went a step further: "Are you using your body to seduce this artist and wealthy man?"

Concubine Liu Yi said in a deep voice: "I..."

"Wait a moment, everyone, please watch this video." The commentator no longer gave Liu Yifei any chance to defend herself, and Liu's Don Quixote-like tragic scene was replayed again.

Accompanied by carefully prepared subtitles and scene descriptions, the uproar at the scene seemed like a malicious mockery, severely whipping the little girl's self-esteem.

She trembled with a dry mouth and forced herself to calm down and not fall into the enemy's conspiracy out of impulse.

Snow's question was steady, precise, and stern, not giving her the same space to speak as before: "You, an underage actress, had intimate physical contact with a famous director."

"This video tells the world that he appears to have rejected your advances."

"Then it seems I can now rule out the possibility that you had innocent, loving contact with each other when this pool photo was taken."

"At that time, you were completely an underage woman who sexually seduced a great artist and director for the sake of a movie and a role, correct?"

Looking at Concubine Liu Yi, whose face was as pale as gold paper and seemed to be lost in extremely painful memories, Snow seized the opportunity and repeated in a stern voice again:
"Crystal, tell me!"

"Did he force you? Or did you seduce him?!"

The scene was completely silent, and all the audience watching this live interview fell into deathly silence.

The Fox News host, who later became a White House spokesperson, cleverly used meticulous rhetoric to once again push her into a zero-sum game.

If you want to save people, you have to commit suicide!

The echo from the devil lingered in Liu Yifei's ears. This is the price you pay for changing your confession in court!

The little girl's throat rolled and her bright eyes were a little dazed for a moment.

All the spotlights and cameras at the scene were aimed at her at the same time, like dirty black guns, trying to pry the answers they wanted from her mouth.

She couldn't explain it.

The tragedy of the love confession at the birthday party is an undeniable fact. Do I have to waste my time talking about her wishful thinking?
With Snow around, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make.

Now that you have decided to step one foot into the abyss, don't linger on for a while.

As if relieved, the girl's tense body relaxed a little, and she committed suicide calmly, with a resolute and magnificent look.

"Yes, I seduced him."

Pretending to be calm, she took off her headphones and resolutely turned to leave the studio. She knew she was heading towards darkness.

Snow breathed a sigh of relief, finally being able to nail someone to the pillar of shame.

He turned back to the camera and said, "Well, apparently this episode reveals a slightly complicated and bizarre relationship."

"It's a bit regrettable that our heroine seems to have lost herself a bit, intoxicated by the power and desires of the entertainment industry..."

No more words were spoken, but Concubine Liu Yi left in a hurry and didn't hear them.

Liu Xiaoli, who had been blocked by security guards, had red eyes and hugged her daughter tightly, who looked like she had lost her soul.

"Mom, let's get out of here. I don't want to cry here."

Mia escorted them downstairs in the elevator.

Walking through the empty first-floor lobby of the Fox News Center, the marble floor was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting her slender figure.

The clattering sound of high heels was like the urgent beat of drums, pushing Xiao Liu's pace to become faster and faster.

There also seemed to be a crowd of reporters outside the hall, who were blocked by security.

Concubine Liu Yi walked out of the hall with her head lowered unconsciously. She was afraid that the sunlight like thousands of arrows would shine directly down and sting her eyes.

The hustle and bustle of pedestrians and cars on Manhattan's Sixth Avenue, and the high-rise buildings that stand side by side and reach into the sky, all made her feel uncomfortable.

Now she just wanted to find a place to hide herself.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar cry in my ears.

"Xiao Liu."

The girl looked up in a trance and found him in the crowd.

The tear glands that were about to collapse were saved, and she immediately smiled brightly.

The streets of Manhattan, New York were crowded with media outlets trying to conduct interviews. There were high-profile news organizations such as Disney's ABC, as well as down-to-earth paparazzi who came to the scene specifically to follow the latest news.

Boss Lu was holding a bouquet of irises and was dressed very formally and appropriately today.

He stood in the crowd, with an air of grace and elegance, tall and straight, like a jade or a jade sceptre.

"Flowers for you."

Liu Yifei didn't know if she had drunk too much in the morning, and she was still a little dazed.

Facing the sunshine and looking at him, it felt like stepping out of the storm.

She felt a sweet uneasiness in her heart: "Wh...what do you mean?"

Xiao Liu stared blankly at the flowers in her hand when suddenly the man next to her put his arm around her shoulders.

Behind her was the Fox News Center, which had just wanted to kill her. The towering building was like a cold and sinister sword.

In front of her were countless North American news media. At the moment, she didn't know that 80 percent of them were there to do crisis public relations for her.

Beside her was the man she had just risked everything to protect.

But how could he do that in front of so many people...

Hug yourself?

Facing the microphone of the American Broadcasting Corporation, which is affiliated with Disney, Lu Kuan suddenly turned to her and smiled as if the bright moon was in his arms.

"I can prove that Crystal just lied."

"In fact, I'm the one pursuing her."

"The claims of coercion and inducement are pure nonsense, and the hype created by some unscrupulous media outlets is simply ridiculous."

Liu Yifei opened her beautiful eyes wide and looked at the man beside her with an expression of disbelief, as if she, the person involved, was the last to know the news.

The black ABC reporter was surprised: "The program just now..."

"I will get to the bottom of today's farce and reserve the right to pursue legal action."

The crowd was crowded, and with two honking sounds of the horn, Ah Fei slowly stopped in a Cadillac DTS that he had temporarily borrowed from Harvey.

Xinhua News Agency reporter Qi Heng seized the opportunity and stepped forward: "Mr. Lu, may I ask if there is any connection between the film Ms. Liu just mentioned about rectifying history and today's events?"

He nodded friendly to his fellow reporters and said, "Please wait patiently for further information. Thank you."

Amidst the cameras, the young Chinese man, wearing a dark grey double-breasted Chesterfield overcoat, stood tall as a pine tree in the cold wind blowing on Sixth Avenue, his face stern.

He was tall, with a retro and dignified temperament. He held Liu Yifei, the girl Qin Cheng was pursuing, in his arms and closed the car door for her like a gentleman.

The noise outside the car suddenly stopped, isolating her from the malice of the world.

As if suddenly remembering something, Boss Lu smiled, turned around, and waved, "By the way, Reporter Qi, Happy New Year's Eve! Goodbye."

The Xinhua News Agency reporter looked at the richest man in mainland China whom he had just interviewed not long ago and could only politely watch the luxury car drive away.

As if he had some feeling, Qi Heng wrote down a few words in his sketchbook and later uploaded them to his mainland blog, which instantly caused a sensation.

[Xinhua News Agency North America Bureau reporter Qi Heng]

This does not seem to be a simple business struggle, but rather involves complex and intertwined relationships.

Will a farce of public opinion become a historical drama in the future?

Some people's emotions are plain and simple. They spend their years in the mundane life of firewood, rice, oil and salt, and explore life in the gaps of daily trivialities.

Their love is the lonely lamp left for each other in the cold night, the shoulders to lean on when tired, the long-lasting love in ordinary days, and the warm nourishment in every meal.

Some people's emotions, with the world as a chessboard and millions of people as spectators, fluctuate with the tide of the times and complement each other in commercial struggles.

Their love is a strategic bond in the turbulent business world, a fusion of souls in the collision of cultures, a surge of thoughts in the change of power, and a trigger of resonance in the evolution of history.

The accompanying picture shows a bright and cheerful young director and a pretty girl with a shocked look on her face standing side by side, the latter holding a bouquet of irises in her hand.

Reporter's note: The flower language of iris is purity and elegance. The English name of iris is Iris, which is also the English name of our beloved Ms. Zhang Chunru.

I would also like to extend the words that the tour guide gave me to all my compatriots: Happy New Year’s Eve!
(End of this chapter)