Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 316 Concubine Liu Yi: Kill the person first, then destroy his heart?
When fellow villagers meet, they stab each other in the back.

While the entire Chinese community in North America was still celebrating the Spring Festival with warmth and joy as usual, a story of "village feud" among fellow villagers had already become a hot topic.

On February 2, Alan Dershowitz was hired by Chinese director Lu Kuan to serve as a joint attorney for Liu Yifei and him, and filed a lawsuit in the New York City Civil Court.

The lawsuit requested the court to sentence News Corporation's Murdoch's wife Wendy Deng for defamation on the grounds that she allegedly induced others to publish false statements and damage their reputation.

Under current U.S. law, the jurisdiction of the court in a defamation case is generally determined by the defendant's place of residence, the place where the infringement occurred, and the place where the damage occurred.

There is currently no criminal legislation for this crime in the United States, and the jurisdiction level of the case is relatively low.

However, given the social status and influence of the parties involved, the case was transferred to the New York Supreme Court the day after it was officially accepted by the City Civil Court.

As mentioned earlier, Wendi Deng had obviously prepared a backup plan, and her actions did not cross the legal bottom line.

Therefore, the task that Lu Kuan gave to Alan Dershowitz, the lawyer who had helped Simpson get out of jail and defended Harvey MeToo, was to first hold her and Fox back and engage in a war of words.

I will deal with it later.

For a time, there were countless rumors about Xiao Liu's Fox5 live broadcast.

There are many local print media in New York, but there are only three or four comprehensive newspapers that cover a wide range of people.

The New York Times was founded in 1851. It is a representative of high-level publications and is nicknamed the "Gray Lady". It enjoys good credibility and authority around the world.

The newspaper wrote:
The main reason why Chinese director Lu Kuan is facing public opinion troubles in the United States is that in the business environment under the wave of globalization, the competition for resources and markets is extremely fierce.

Especially after the president of the Motion Picture Association of America, Glickman, called the Chinese film market a diamond mine, the six major Hollywood studios are all interested in entering the mainland in various ways.

For Disney's global theme park project, Warner Bros. has been jointly operating a cinema chain with a real estate company in mainland China called Wanda since 2002, and of course this also includes various attempts by News Corporation.

Chinese director Lu Kuan's significant influence and competitive advantage in the mainland entertainment industry, including the missed opportunity to acquire Mytube, may make News Corporation feel more difficult.

The New York Times' article only scratched the surface, calling the public trial that seemed to be able to put people to death a public opinion disturbance, and pointed out that News Corporation's failed acquisition of Mytube was the fuse of this incident.

The New York Post, which has almost the same name, is a newspaper owned by Murdoch.

Its tone is of course extremely biased, believing that Fox was merely analyzing a news event that may have infringed upon the rights of underage girls with the serious and responsible attitude of a journalist, and giving the parties involved a fair opportunity to speak.

Both of these newspapers are written by insiders who can see the ins and outs of the matter and get a glimpse of the truth of the incident through the narrative perspective.

But there was another local newspaper called the New York Daily News that was more dramatic.

This newspaper was founded in 1919. It is a small newspaper with many Chinese shareholders.

The newspaper targets immigrants and people with lower cultural literacy among New York residents, and features large pictures, popular features, and erotic themes, leading the way in sales.

Just one day after Wendi Deng was sued, the New York Daily News published an exposé.

It details how Deng went from being a rural girl from a third world country in the United States to becoming the wife of a wealthy American man.

Her rustic appearance at Yangcheng Medical College, her servile reception of Murdoch at Star TV, and her previous lewd and dissolute behavior in having sex with men...

Among them, the newspaper found a photo of her in the village when she first came to Guangzhou in 1987, which it did not know where it came from, and accompanied it with a vivid description in a very derogatory way.

"The floral cotton jacket she was wearing, now so mottled you couldn't even tell its original appearance, looked like a relic from the last century."

"The mud on her thick calves didn't stop her from stepping over the corpses of men as she walked to the world-famous Sixth Avenue."

"We simply cannot bear to describe this face. The collapsed nose bridge looks like a hill after a mudslide, the eyebrows are sparse and sparse, and the corners of the mouth are always drooping, making it no surprise that acerbic venom can emerge from it."

"I really don't know how Mr. Murdoch awakened his youthful impulse when he saw her face, which looked like dough spread out by time, and looked into her small, cloudy eyes."

. . .

As the saying goes, man bites dog, which makes the news. In this era with limited means of human investigation, Wendi Deng's rise to fame and negative information began to spread at an extremely fast speed.

Foreigners on the Internet watched it with great interest. After dinner, they secretly joked about the story of the old man and the ugly woman to satisfy their pleasure in playing with the big man's mind.

The intranet's understanding of Wendi Deng is very limited at the moment, and this story of her rapid rise to power spread like a plague, quickly becoming the social currency of the gossip market.

At the News Corporation headquarters, the old white man Murdoch also saw the newspaper in his office.

Looking at the rough and ugly appearance of his "virtuous wife" when she was young, he recalled in his mind how she looked when he first saw her in the 90s and shook his head secretly.

As for the more unscrupulous tabloids at hand, they seemed maddening.

Things like Wendy's history of having an abortion as a minor, Xiao Deng's affair with the village party secretary in the wild, and the physical fight with the department head in the classroom in order to get into Yangcheng Medical College.

It's really an eyesore.

The key is that every word and every description seems to be very consistent with her age and circumstances at the time!

How come this American tabloid's ability to dig up old news is about to catch up with the meticulous background check he did on Wendi Deng?
A fierce rebuke was heard outside the office. Wendy Deng angrily ordered the management to take away all the copies of the New York Daily News from the company and never allow them to appear in the company!

"Dong dong!"

"Please come in."

Wendi Deng was still dressed in a sexy office lady outfit, still lying gracefully in front of the old white man's desk.

But when Murdoch habitually wanted to masturbate her plump thighs, his mind suddenly recalled all kinds of vulgar descriptions in the tabloids.

Then stop.

The huntress's face darkened. Even though she didn't think she was just entertaining people with her sex appeal, she was still extremely annoyed by being described as so crude and lowly.

She tentatively said, "Dear, I have already arranged a group gathering with several Chinese Chambers of Commerce this year. Look..."

"Wait a minute?" Murdoch hesitated. "Wait until this storm is over."

Wouldn't it be embarrassing to take you out now?
He picked up a few newspapers and said, "Take a look at the statement regarding the Disney and Lu platter agreement. You'll probably understand why that girl has been appearing on various TV stations these days."

"Of course, these tabloids are controlled by Chinese people. I will ask a lawyer to help you deal with them."

Wendy Deng's expression eased a little, but it was not so easy to clean the gossip newspaper.

Moreover, the biggest confusion she had was that, leaving aside the plot, the time points and some details described in the newspaper were completely true!
When did these low-grade gossip newspapers acquire investigative capabilities comparable to those of the CIA?

He inevitably thought of the young director who had revealed her resume in one sentence when they first met.

But how did he know?
As the boss of a public relations company, of course he knew about it from the many negative news about her that was exposed when she entered the domestic entertainment industry in later generations.

Such a mixture of truth and falsehood is enough to cause chaos in people's minds.

Murdoch rapped his knuckles on the table. "Well, let's see what's going on."

"Since we have decided to enter the Chinese film industry, we must strengthen and accelerate our cooperation with Huayi, which you mentioned."

"I have carefully studied his film business landscape in mainland China. He has advantages in media promotion and director training, but he also has major shortcomings."

"The development of the cinema chain in the entertainment industry is very slow, and it seems to be very obsessed with building high-end cinemas, which is puzzling to me."

Wendy Deng laughed and said, "A lucky kid wouldn't understand the strategy you have."

The old white man was a little serious this time: "He is not the kind of opponent you said. You are too careless this time."

The company, with a market value of $550 billion, controls a huge amount of public opinion in Western countries.

Although Murdoch cannot be said to be afraid of Wenjie and Lukuan, the risk taken by Wendi Deng this time is obviously beyond the scope of ordinary business operations.

Even though they have already distanced themselves from the matter in advance, even though North America is their absolute home turf.

But when he thought about it carefully, wasn't the Wendy he admired at the beginning because she was ruthless and quite similar to himself?

This time, Wendi Deng seized the opportunity to imitate the Jackson story to smear and morally destroy Lu Kuan, which Murdoch had done countless times when he was young.

Just the few things disclosed in later generations are enough to shock countless people.

In 1999, News Corp entered the Australian market. Its subsidiary NDS hired hackers and worked with the company's "Operational Security Department" to crack the encryption card codes of other Australian pay TV service providers and sell them on the black market, causing millions of dollars in losses to companies such as Autstar, Optus and Foxtel.

The BBC's "Panoramic" program also revealed that News Corporation hired hackers in 2002 to crack the user encryption cards of OnDigital, a pay TV company under the British Independent Television (ITV), causing the latter to suffer a crushing defeat in the competition with Murdoch's Sky TV and eventually go bankrupt.

Including the phone-hacking scandal and the Sunday Times incident that shocked the world.

The latter is directly suspected of eavesdropping on US Prime Minister Gordon Brown and illegally obtaining his medical, financial and property information.

In Murdoch's eyes, what does it matter if he frames the richest man in the University of Tokyo?

So what if he is the richest man in Asia?

As long as there is a need.

Wendy Deng's exaggerated actions at the beginning seemed impulsive and magical, but in fact they were just a copy of reality, and Murdoch himself was an expert in this.

Just like his previous remote control commands, this time it was still others who led the charge, and at worst he would have to sacrifice the rook to save the king.

Overall, there is no essential difference between Murdoch's bold actions when he was young and Boss Lu's bold actions when he first became successful.

That's how business war is.

It’s just that industry giants and leaders not only know how to win by surprise, but also know how to win by positive sum, and take advantage of the macro logic of industry development to go with the trend.

Now, in front of Wendy Deng, the old white man still had to give her a lecture.

"Use your strengths to develop Myspace in Asia. In mainland China, supporting Huayi and other companies to compete head-on will not be a problem."

"As for this path, since we didn't kill each other with one blow, it depends on whether we can remain friends. Interests are eternal."

He nodded at the newspaper in his hand. "Doesn't he and Disney also have conflicts? Haven't they formed a loose alliance now?"

Wendy Deng nodded grimly without saying a word, but in her heart she did not quite agree with her husband's instructions.

Based on his understanding of Lu Kuan's behavior in recent years, it seems that this matter will not end so soon.

Whether it was the court summons she had just received or the extensive exposure and humiliation in the tabloids, in the eyes of the female hunter, it was just a loss of face.

But she always felt a vague sense of unease in her heart.

It was just like the embarrassment I felt when I first met him and his past was exposed in one sentence. There was a kind of psychological horror of being seen through at a glance.
-
"How do you know so much about her?"

In the first-class cabin of American Airlines flight AA8926 from New York to Beijing, Xiao Liu looked at Boss Lu with suspicion while holding a few newspapers in his hand.

Liu Yifei returned to China to participate in the spokesperson signing event of Hong Kong Disneyland, and Boss Lu returned to Beijing to prepare for a talk with his leadership.

Of course, we also have to deal with the grasshoppers on the rope.

The entire journey took 14 hours, and they occupied almost half of the 9 seats in the first-class cabin.

In addition to Liu Xiaoli and her daughter, Boss Lu, and A Fei, Mia was also officially hired as her full-time bodyguard and began to follow the sponsor around.

After the Wendi Deng incident, it is clear that we cannot overestimate some people's bottom line and should be more cautious.

Liu Xiaoli and others fell asleep. The journey was long and Lu Kuan was teasing her with boredom.

The young director whispered mysteriously, "Shouldn't you be asking this?"

"Aren't you supposed to know me best in this world? Have you forgotten my job?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you really knew how to calculate, would you have needed me to save you when you were attacked by Zhang Tianshuo's henchmen at the wrap party?"

"And you drove your car into a wall in Shuimo Town."

"And this time..."

The little girl, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, suddenly said with a teasing look: "Have you noticed that I have saved you three times!"

"Two dog lives and one professional life!"

The little fairy smiled at her questioning eyes, and the temperament of the Berlin Film Emperor changed at will, and for a moment he seemed to have some otherworldly meaning.

"Have you ever thought that this is all a test I give you?"

Concubine Liu Yi curled her lips and said, "Keep making it up."

"Ah."

Lu Kuan said sternly, "Buddha's greed, anger, and ignorance are called the three poisons in Taoism."

"At the wrap party, I deliberately said I wanted to delete your scenes, which lured you out to look for me. In the end, you were slightly injured while saving me. This was to satisfy your greed."

"The car accident in Shuimo Town was caused by your insistence on coming to find me. That's why I risked my life and staged a terrifying scene to make you cry and feel this pain. This is to break your obsession."

Concubine Liu Yi squinted her eyes at him and said, "What about this time?"

This time?
I haven't figured out how to edit it yet.

"This time, it's up to you to understand it."

The little immortal sighed deeply, "Master Lu said in 'Cultivating Life' that if one sits and listens to the stringless music, one will understand the mechanism of creation."

"It means that you must listen to the soundless voice in meditation to understand the great principles and true meaning of the world. Do you understand?"

"Just like the avenue of acting you so diligently pursue, you must pursue it through the trials and tribulations of this mundane world."

"For example, your commanding presence on live television this time is similar to Zhang Chunru's powerful scene in the movie, isn't it?"

From the three poisons of Taoism to Taoist poetry and classics, Boss Lu arbitrarily borrowed from the predecessor of spiritual fusion to justify himself.

Highlight that the right of all interpretation lies with me.

Xiao Liu definitely didn't believe his first two sentences, but this final argument...

Does it sound reasonable?

When I think about what he has done in the past few years, I don’t seem so sure anymore.

The little girl asked suspiciously, "What about you? Why have I never heard you talk about what happened before you came down the mountain?"

"What's there to say? It's just chanting, praying, and meditation, day after day, over and over again."

Lu Kuan thought of Zhang Chunru's diary that he had read at her house, and thought to himself, "Is she trying to completely dissect my mental structure?"
"Hmph." Concubine Liu Yi sneered: "I don't think so. You still don't know how to bully men and women."

Boss Lu looked at her speechlessly.

She looks so sweet, but her mouth is quite venomous!
Unable to win the fight by scolding or beating, he simply kept silent and took out a script to read it carefully.

"'Jinling! Jinling!' What kind of script is this?"

"Lu Chuan's script."

Xiao Liu leaned over, his hair carrying a delicate fragrance. "Why are you reading his script?"

"Correct and criticize him."

"Oh! I see. Are you going to deal with them?"

When Liu Yifei learned about the previous joint letter incident, it was this father and son who jumped the highest, made the most noise, and shouted the loudest.

She had already seen the first move against Wendi Deng, but what effect would criticizing Lu Chuan's script have? She couldn't just vent her anger by disparaging her.

Xiao Liu looked at him curiously and asked, "Tell me, how are you going to deal with them?"

Boss Lu said without even looking up: "Why learn this? Go read your fashion magazines and learn how to dress."

"When Master Liu left me, didn't you teach me how to do it?"

The young director wrote and drew on the script without responding to her.

At that time, you wanted to soar high, and I was afraid that you didn’t have the experience in the world.

Now an external pressure pushed her back to him, even though there was still a barrier in her heart caused by the birthday incident, she didn't dare to go any further.

But it seemed that she could hold the kite string tightly in her hand again. Of course, she didn't need to be involved in these things anymore and could just eliminate them.

It's just that the little Liu in this life has long been led astray, and has a sense of endless joy in fighting with others. Otherwise, he wouldn't have given Liu Shishi such a drastic blow after she defected.

Lu Kuan said succinctly: "The stance of his script is questionable, and he is suspected of being connected to a certain faction. Just make some random fuss about it."

"Isn't Lu Tianmin a leader of the Writers Association and a traditional scholar? Do you have solid evidence to prove it?"

"No, there are only a few photos of the father and son meeting with Kasai Oo."

Concubine Liu Yi asked in confusion, "Are you reading his script to find some mistakes and omissions, supplemented by photos, to prove that they are colluding with each other?"

"But with so many mouths in the Beijing circle ready to lend their support, shouldn't that be enough to send them to hell?"

Boss Lu laughed and said, "They talk a lot, but they're also very talkative. Some of them might not even have brains."

"Besides, no matter how many mouths you open, they can't be as effective as the mouths of these two people."

"Using their mouths, they can kill people first and then destroy their hearts."

Xiao Liu was about to ask again when he suddenly had an idea and began to think with his lips pursed.

During the Spring Festival of 2006, before the first month of the lunar year was even over, Internet enthusiasts were almost full of melons.

Liu Yifei turns love into hate, Liu Yifei changes her confession for love, the washing machine returns the favor, and Deng Wendi exposes her true feelings.

It wasn't until around the sixth day of the Lunar New Year that a mysterious force pushed a hot search to appear on major platforms.

The title is "Please judge! Why didn't Director Lu's Holocaust film pass the censorship?"

Wenjie had previously approved a Holocaust film project, but it was revealed that it would not pass the review shortly after the "Mantou" and joint letter incidents.

Are you here to complain about your grievances now?
People from all walks of life flocked to the scene, especially the gossipmongers in a certain circle and fans and old friends of Taro and his son.

Even if I am nitpicking today, I have to call a deer a horse and a horse a deer!
Nothing will go wrong if you just talk. On the contrary, the more you curse, the better. Old Lu in the 1980s knew this very well.

Some didn't follow the rules, some picked out sentences, some quoted classics—in short, it was all a riot of words. When veteran grassroots film critics like Zhou Liming and Gu Xiaobai finished reading the script excerpts and were about to speak out in favor of the young director, they discovered...

This book really shouldn't have passed the review, right?

What the fuck is this?
Are the devils starting to analyze human nature? Do they have it?

There are no idols in front of the country. The film critics and fans who love and hate Boss Lu have also come out to express their love and hatred.

Just one day later, Wenjie officially denied the rumor, saying that this was not the script that was being prepared by Lu Kuan, and the revised new script was still being fine-tuned.

At the same time, the official Weibo of Wenjie released some of the original scripts that were rejected for netizens to compare.

High judgment.

The Beijing circle and Taro's father and son fans who were spewing nonsense were all dumbfounded.

So whose script is this crooked-butt massacre?
Whoever it is is worried. When the father and son saw the script, they were dumbfounded and had already criticized everything they needed to criticize.

They were eager to contact the financial backers behind the scenes.

What should we do if the King of Hell comes back?
In Ideal International Building, Wenjie’s newly appointed vice president Dong Shuangqiang was discussing matters with Chen Zhixi, who officially replaced Sun Wenwen.

That’s right, Lao Dong was officially caught before the New Year, but the outside world didn’t know about it yet.

Not only did he exist as a close partner before, but he now used his assets in New World to invest and acquired a 1.5% stake in Wenjie Holdings.

But even this tiny, unspoken 1.5% is enough to make this financial gourmet ecstatic.

Who among those who know everything about the world can't see the future of Wenjie and the future of Boss Lu?
That is limitless.

His advantages lie in maintaining a network of relationships in various aspects, his credit channels in state-owned banks, and his maneuvering in the financial market.

Moreover, in the capital, Mr. Dong has his own tentacles in many places that ordinary people cannot see or reach.

For example, in the matter of Taro and his son, Lu Kuan gave him full authority to handle the matter.

"Uncle Dong, what does Mr. Lu mean by this?"

"Why should we first accept a round of criticism in the name of the industry and then come up with our own script?"

Dong Shuangqiang explained to his niece: "We have very little say in the literary and art world."

"The Lu family father and son have accumulated so many years of experience in the domestic market, and their foundation in a certain circle is still there. When it comes to smoothing things over and engaging in verbal battles, these literary thieves are professionals."

"First, call a horse a zebra, let these chatterboxes rant and rave about it, and then we can get to the bottom of it."

Chen Zhixi smiled and said, "I just told them to go ahead and promote the script. It's 'Jinling! Jinling!'"

"That's good now. These literary thieves want to sing praises again, but they can't possibly contradict themselves, right?"

Dong Shuangqiang nodded. "Boss Lu suspects they are colluding with the right-wing Ge Xixiong. For such intellectuals, they must be beaten into stinking shit before no one dares to join in the fight."

"The right thing to do is to expose and comment on the evidence online."

"There is another purpose for doing this..."

Chen Zhixi quickly answered: "Is it to avoid offending the Film Bureau's censorship department?"

"Yes."

Dong Shuangqiang was naturally well versed in this: "If we immediately compare the two scripts, even if we achieve our goal, it will affect our relationship with the authorities, which is not good."

Just like what Boss Lu said, Chinese people have their own way of doing things, and sometimes you have to take necessary detours to avoid embarrassing everyone.

He could directly speak out on the Internet to defend his own script, compare it with the script of the stinky shit Lu Chuan, and eventually win the victory in public opinion, thus forcing a result.

But it is also obvious that some leaders and key personnel have held a grudge against him. This little devil is difficult to deal with.

Asking the world now is equivalent to being forced to prove oneself, and no one can say anything.

Chen Zhixi clapped her hands and laughed, "That's good now. Lu Tianmin and his son won't have the nerve to defend themselves anymore, right? Netizens won't believe him anymore."

"Once Mr. Lu finishes revising the new script and resubmits it, this matter will finally come to an end."

Dong Shuangqiang smiled as he looked at his niece whom he had brought into the world of inquiry, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Come to an end?

This time, that person will not give up until he sees blood.

This time, the boss is taking the lead by investing in Wenjie and becoming a true member of the team.
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A residential area in Jiuxianqiao, Beijing.

"Dad! What should I do? What should I do now?" Taro wandered around the living room anxiously, his face covered in sweat, and his glasses kept sliding down.

My father didn't respond for a long time. He then gritted his teeth nervously, "Fools! Fools! You can't understand my artistic layout and character creation!"

"Alright!" Lu Tianmin couldn't bear to watch any longer. "Why are you panicking? Where have we gotten to now?"

"The controversy in the film is an artistic controversy. It's not certain that he can knock you down, and even if he can, so what?"

"Have you ever seen a student being expelled from school for answering a question incorrectly in class?"

"Hidden for half a year, I'll find some uncles to build momentum for you. Who can still remember so much?"

Lu Chuan remained calm for a few seconds, but when she thought of the news that Lu Kuan had returned to China and was ready to talk to the leaders of the Olympic Committee, she felt timid and cowardly.

The tragedy of "Kekexili" is still vivid in my mind, and this is a bit stressful.

Lu Tianmin checked his phone and said, "Alright, calm down and come up with an artistic explanation to deal with the outside world's doubts."

"Can't Japanese soldiers have any humanity? Who stipulated that? They shouldn't be punished for speaking out."

Taro nodded: "Dad, are you going out?"

"Well, I'll tell Kasai Xiong to forget about the filming funds that arrived earlier. The subsequent funds must be passed on a few more times and packaged."

The old man tightened his scarf: "It's a turbulent time, so be careful."

Suddenly, he glared at his son, who looked foolish. "Of course, we have a clear conscience. We are just creating art!"

"Yes! Some people are doing bad things to take revenge!" Lu Chuan gritted his teeth, but the fear in his heart could not be shaken off.

It’s not like he doesn’t know Liu Zeyu and Zhou Jun. He is just a second-generation intellectual at best.

Writer Lu went out wrapped himself tightly. After all, he came from that era and was still a little cautious.

A 05 Crown Royal stopped, Lu Tianmin got into the back seat, shook hands and chatted with Kasxi Xiong in the car.

"Writer Lu, do you want to go to the teahouse we met last time?"

"No, just ask your driver to go around the North Fourth Ring Road and come back. We can chat briefly."

"Okay, please do as you wish."

Lu Tianmin was about to speak when suddenly there was a sharp and abrupt brake sound, followed by a violent shaking.

The Crown had just left the residential area intersection and was about to go straight when it was hit from the right by a Passat turning left, causing a large dent in the passenger side door.

Lu Tianmin was shocked: "What's going on?"

"Don't worry, it was just a car accident."

Kasai Xiong's Japanese driver was already shouting "Baga" and wanted to get out of the car to argue.

Several tall and strong men came down from the Pushang, all named Ma Dongxi. They had a few words of disagreement, and then started pushing and shoving.

The horse-faced man in the lead shouted, "Great! The Japanese dare to be so arrogant in the capital?"

"Brother, pull out all the devils in the car and teach them a lesson today!"

The doors on both sides of the car were suddenly opened, and the two people who were chatting and laughing calmly in the car were dragged out by several drunken men before they could react.

The old writer Lu and the short Kasai Xiong were in a trance and were pushed and blocked left and right, which made them lose face.

It’s been so many years since I encountered such a humiliating thing!
"Baga! Do you know who I am?"

A group of people were in chaos, and soon a police car from Jiuxianqiao Police Station came rushing over.

"Stop! Stop everyone!"

The horse-faced man and others exchanged glances and were unwilling to listen to what the uncle in the hat said.

They intensified their physical interaction with the little bastard and started to complain: "Uncle police, you saw it too! It was these three Japanese devils who were so unkind that they just came up and beat people up!"

The people's defenders of the Jiuxianqiao Police Station were furious! They waved their hands and said, "You are rebelling! Take them all away!"

"Baga, we were... the ones being beaten!"

"Just leave! I don't believe we can still be bullied by the devils in 2006."

Several young policemen "invited" all the people involved, including Kasai Xiong and Lu Tianmin, into the police car without any explanation.

Kasai Xiong calmly said to the leader, "Sir, I am a foreigner. I need to inform my embassy."

"Yes, but you must first come back to the station with us to prove your identity. If it is true, someone from the branch will come to handle it."

Seeing this, Lu Tianmin was suddenly shocked and felt that something was not right.

He really wanted to tell these people that he was a leader of the Writers Association and was implicated for no reason, so he should not be treated the same as the other people involved.

But being with Kasai Xiong, it was inconvenient to reveal my identity, so I wrapped my mouth and nose tightly with a scarf, took out my phone and was about to...

"What are you doing?" The leader of the Writers Association's presidium looked at the young police officer in front of him in astonishment. There seemed to be two pimples on his forehead, and he looked like a fool.

The young police officer snatched his phone from him and said, "We'll take it all for now. Please cooperate."

Lu Tianmin was really panicking now: "I'm not going! I'm a writer from the Writers Association! I want to inform my unit! Don't pull me!"

The elderly and frail tried to pull in vain, and the group was quickly taken away.

A professional cameraman not far away filmed the entire process of the car accident and the police response.

In the camera, the picture of Lu Tianmin and Ge Xixiong being taken away by the police in a panic was carefully processed and quickly sent to Dong Shuangqiang's mobile phone.

Shortly after Lu Tianmin left home, Lu Chuan came to his office at Huayi headquarters to revise the script.

Normally he would stay in his own studio, but now he might feel that he needs a backer or a background to feel at ease.

As for revising the script, that was his second-hand plan.

At worst, we can just say that the version submitted for review was just a preliminary version. Just like my father said, it’s just a primary school student who made a mistake in his homework. What’s the big deal?
"Director Lu! Director Lu!"

The female assistant rushed in in a panic.

Lu Chuan was already sensitive, and was nearly frightened to death by her sudden entrance: "I've told you so many times, don't call me Director Lu! Call me Director Chuan!"

The homophonic name of "Lu Dao" can easily make him jealous and stressed, and now there is another fear to add to it.

"No! Your father!"

Taro stood up suddenly: "What happened to my father?"

The female assistant couldn't explain herself clearly, so she simply turned the computer on his desk and showed him the post that had spread all over the Internet within ten minutes.

Why does a well-known anti-corruption writer frequently meet with a notorious traitor?

At the Izakaya of Nagatsumi Palace Sakura and the Daifuku Tea House, the two of them were not particularly friendly, but it was obvious that they were quite familiar with each other.

What follows is a thorough investigation of these two individuals.

The former's remarks, actions and appearance during various sensitive periods in the past.

The latter's disgusting speeches denying history in various associations, and his meetings behind the scenes to explain historical facts to the world.

These are photos I took many times before.

"Fuck! Who did this?!"

Taro was first furious, then his soul twitched and shuddered.

Who did it? Shouldn't you know more than anyone else?

Both are young directors, both are called "Lu" directors, but this director Lu is obviously not as calm as the other one when facing big events.

At this moment, I took out my cell phone tremblingly. I almost forgot my father's name and it took me a long time to find his number.

Beep, beep, beep…

Beep, beep, beep…

Beep, beep, beep…

The muscles in Taro's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, his throat rolled, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Although this deliberate frame-up has not yet implicated him, his father's ruined reputation is almost equivalent to the decline of his family's fortunes.

No, it's the family's decline.

Under normal public opinion conditions, such a meeting does not seem to be too sensitive.

But what if this old writer participated in the writing of a script that discussed the bestial nature of human beings, and launched an online violence against the righteous director Fang Lukuan through a joint letter?

In addition to the foul origins of this devil, there are also those photos and script contents that can prove it.

This is quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

What's more, he hasn't taken any action or spoken yet?
Did he really not make a move? Not necessarily. It’s just that he didn’t make a move.

His agent, Vice President Dong, is now sitting in the office of Wang Xiaowang and Wang Dawang.

The inexplicable car accident was naturally his doing, and the target was Taro, who was now trembling in the office on the third floor of Huayi.

Dong Shuangqiang's expression was stern: "Dajun, if you want to distance yourself from this, you must expose this matter and let everyone see the truth."

"After all, he is still your director, and this film also has a small investment from you."

"I can say responsibly that this matter is destined to be a big deal. It's better to suffer a short pain than a long one."

Da Jun was silent for a long time, and once again felt the disparity of life: thirty years in the east and thirty years in the west.

It's only been a few years, and he's already almost reduced to the point where he has to be forced to drink water.

"We were not involved in the previous road guide incident."

"To keep things fair, please forgive us for choosing not to interfere this time."

The boss suddenly laughed twice: "Didn't you participate?"

"Then how did Wendy Deng's newly established investment company in mainland China come to hold 7% of your shares?"

"The conflict between Wendy Deng and Mr. Lu is no longer a secret to you, right?"

"First there was the investment, then the live broadcast event, or first there was the live broadcast event, then the investment."

"They are two different things."

Dong Shuangqiang didn't want to expose the ugly faces of the two brothers who were watching the show with sinister eyes.

There is nothing wrong with having different standpoints.

After hearing this threat which was not really a threat, Da Jun was in a state of confusion and could not make a decision for a while.

This time, the brothers were indeed watching from the sidelines, but if someone really wanted to accuse him of something, they would find a pretext. What could he do?

After the Zhou army, they no longer had the courage to play tricks with Lu Kuan.

Dong Shuangqiang said in a deep voice, "Before I came here this time, Mr. Lu asked me to convey this to you two on the phone."

"The domestic film industry is still small, and we need everyone to work together to make it bigger and stronger."

"Whether it's the collaboration between Wenjie and Disney, your collaboration with Warner Bros. and Fox, or Chengtian's collaboration with Columbia, none of these are considered enemies or conflicts."

"We can put aside our differences and work together to make the pie bigger. Everyone will benefit. Even if there is competition with more aggressive commercial tactics, it won't be a big deal."

He put down the teacup in his hand again: "But!"

"Some people's brains are rotten, their positions are distorted, and they even want to use movies, an art form with an audience of tens of millions, to poison people's minds."

"Dajun, think about your former glorious identity!"

"Wait a moment!"

After saying this, Old Dong made a move to leave, but someone grabbed his arm.

Wang Dajun sighed helplessly: "What do you want me to do?"

The new vice president of Wenjie smiled with satisfaction, took out his mobile phone and showed him some fresh photos.

"this!"

"He has been...?"

The vice president, who had pledged his loyalty, remained noncommittal: "I'll go to the conference room. You take this photo and tell Riku Taro..."

(End of this chapter)