I'm just trying to ride the wave of popularity!

Chapter 60 These damn leeches!

The morning sun shines on this land.

Deng Hairong dressed quickly, got into the car, and headed to the Tianyu Yanjing Film and Television Branch. His face was terribly gloomy.

As he approached the company, he saw countless reporters blocking the open space in front of the company.

After someone shouted "President Deng is here," a huge crowd surged forward, eventually surrounding his car completely.

In the dim light, he saw a group of reporters surrounding a handsome young man, hurrying towards him.

"Mr. Deng!"

"Mr. Deng, hello, I'm Zhou Yang, the director of 'Sun Wukong vs. Superman 2'..."

"Mr. Deng, after receiving your company's lawyer's letter a few days ago, I have been unable to sleep all night and have been feeling extremely anxious. I have been trying to find an opportunity to talk to you and hopefully clarify some misunderstandings, but we have tried calling your company many times, but the phone has been unanswered..."

"I have no other choice. I know I'm powerless and have no influence, so I can only turn to the media for help. I hope that through the media, I can talk to you in person and clear up any misunderstandings..."

"..."

Countless cameras and lights shone on his face.

The young man in the suit was shouting at him and panting as he jogged toward him.

That smiling yet trembling expression made Deng Hairong feel as if he were being swarmed by leeches in the farmland, not only sucking his blood but also impossible to swat away.

A strong feeling of "grass mud horse" involuntarily welled up in my heart!

A moment later, he glanced at the gossip media around him, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

When these media outlets saw Zhou Yang running over shouting, they were visibly excited, carrying their cameras and microphones, as if they wanted to shove them right in their faces...

These entertainment media outlets love nothing more than making up all sorts of ridiculous stories to grab attention and attract traffic!

If I were to face Zhou Yang, that bloodsucker, with a sour face, I reckon the negative news in tomorrow's entertainment papers would fill three or four pages, and the company leaders might even have a talk with me directly.

Seeing Zhou Yang's excited expression as he pulled out the lawyer's letter, he guessed that this guy was just here to create a buzz.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou..."

"Hello! Mr. Deng, hello, hello..." Zhou Yang shook hands tightly with Deng Hairong, his expression suddenly becoming even more excited. He didn't let go at all, but instead gripped the hand even tighter: "Mr. Deng, I've finally met you in person! I, I... I didn't get any rest last night for this day. Mr. Deng, you're even more kind than I imagined... We've always wanted to talk to you. Actually, our company has always wanted to talk to you..."

"Don't rush, don't rush, speak slowly. There are many people here, let's go upstairs and talk..."

"No, no, no, more people is better, more people is better... No, no, no, I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to clarify to the public that I... I'm a little nervous. President Zhou, President Deng, I, I..." Zhou Yang's expression became more and more agitated, and he even seemed to be slightly incoherent, as if he was constantly emphasizing his nervousness.

Deng Hairong maintained that smile, but in his heart he wished he could slap this guy a few times.

This guy kept emphasizing that he was nervous, and he looked very nervous, but his face kept getting closer to all kinds of media cameras, frantically trying to shake hands with them.

They only loosened up a little after security personnel came to maintain order.

Deng Hairong took a deep breath and maintained his composure and smile in front of the media: "President Zhou, today..."

He had only spoken halfway through his sentence, before Zhou Yang immediately interrupted him.

"Mr. Deng, I...we did not infringe on any rights...we only used a name similar to 'Superman,' but we did not infringe on any rights, we absolutely did not intend to infringe on any rights..."

“We’ve always been Superman fans… We’ve loved watching Superman since we were kids and had a dream of making a movie. Later, when we saw that Superman was about to be released, we couldn’t help but want to make a Superman movie…”

"But I'm a latecomer to this field, and my team might be a bit unprofessional, so the footage we produce might not be that good... We've also been getting a lot of criticism..."

"A while ago, we...our DVDs and VCDs were released...we never imagined that our movie would have such a big impact on the original 'Superman'..."

"Many Superman fans who don't know the truth not only insult us [Tiao Ren], but they even come here specifically to insult Superman..."

"Here, I feel deeply ashamed. I want to apologize to the whole country, to the vast number of movie fans, and to the general public. It is our film that has brought shame to 'Superman 2'..."

"..."

Under the sunlight, Deng Hairong stared at Zhou Yang!

He saw Zhou Yang calling out "President Deng" but his eyes weren't even looking at him; his head was already turned towards the media!

Moreover, as he watched, Deng Hairong was utterly shocked!
This guy, one second he looked terrified, the next second his eyes were red, and when he opened his mouth to speak, the tears just kept flowing down his face like they were free.

Even when he bowed to the cameras in front of all the media and looked up, his face was already covered in tears, looking exactly like a hapless guy caught stealing an electric bike and handcuffed to a telephone pole by the police, constantly repenting...

Seeing Zhou Yang's appearance, Deng Hairong was quite shocked!
He has seen many talented actors in the entertainment industry, and he sees award-winning actors every day.

But I've never seen anyone like this guy, who can cry on cue and laugh on cue, without needing to build up any emotions!

"Mr. Deng, I also apologize to Tianyu Media and the Superman 2 team who have been working hard these past few days. Because of our reckless behavior, we have affected the Superman IP. We feel deeply ashamed. I'm sorry, Mr. Deng, I'm so sorry!"

When you're apologizing, can't you even look me in the eye?!
Under the sunlight, when he saw this guy turn around and look at him sincerely, bowing to him and the company, but then "inadvertently" glancing at the reporters, and then "confessing" with snot and tears streaming down his face, Deng Hairong felt his blood pressure soar!
This bastard!

That's infuriating!
"We accept your apology, and I hope this matter ends here!" Deng Hairong took a deep breath, looked at Zhou Yang, and then gave the security personnel a wink.

Security personnel immediately surrounded him, intending to maintain order and "invite" Zhou Yang out.

But Zhou Yang stuck to me like a leech.

"Thank you, Mr. Deng. Tianyu is a very humane company... We are deeply moved by the generosity of Mr. Deng and the leaders of Tianyu. I... I am not an unreasonable person..."

"Everyone, everyone..."

"I……"

“I…” “Last night, I consulted a lawyer friend. He said that although our movie didn’t infringe on any copyrights, our poster looks somewhat similar to [Superman 2]…”

"Although we were born into humble circumstances, we understand the law and know that breaking the law is wrong. We are well aware that blindly copying others will only disrupt the market!"

"We've come here not only to apologize to Tianyu Media and the overseas friends of the Superman 2 team, but also to set an example by compensating the Superman 2 team for their emotional distress..."

"..."

in the sun.

Zhou Yang's tears disappeared again, and he began to appear exceptionally sincere...

Immediately afterwards, under the lens of countless media outlets.

Deng Hairong stared blankly as Zhou Yang took a bulging black bag from the crowd.

Then, it was handed to Deng Hairong.

Deng Hairong looked at the bulging bag with some shock!
This guy……

Real compensation?

"This is compensation for our emotional distress, as well as a portion of our profits as damages..."

Seeing Zhou Yang's sincere expression.

Deng Hairong felt it was all a bit unreal.

But in the end, he smiled and shook hands with Zhou Yang.

Given their attitude, they're already apologizing and offering compensation; they've made a grand gesture.

You can't hit someone who's smiling, so Deng Hairong finally looked at Zhou Yang seriously and said, "Director Zhou, it's great that you admit your mistakes and can correct them. I hope you'll make a good film next time and not take such risky approaches that cause trouble for society..."

"Okay, I understand."

"Let's leave it at that for now..."

"Mr. Deng!"

"you say?"

"You're a veteran in the entertainment industry and a bigwig in the film and television company. We... we have a movie called [The Distant Ones: Reboot] that's about to premiere. If you have time then, could you come and give us some pointers... Here are our premiere tickets; we've put them in the VIP section for you..."

???

Deng Hairong took Zhou Yang's movie ticket and stared intently at the words "[The Distant Man: Reboot]".

His blood pressure, which had been going down, spiked instantly!

Nima!

This guy has completely and utterly lost all sense of shame.
"Alright, I won't bother you any longer, Mr. Deng. Leaders and media representatives, thank you for your encouragement. I will definitely work hard to make the film and strive to bring glory to Chinese cinema!"

"..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've also prepared some movie tickets. If you're interested, come and see our new movie, [The Distant Man: Reboot]!"

"grateful……"

"grateful!"

Watching Zhou Yang shamelessly pull out a stack of movie tickets and hand them out everywhere...

Deng Hairong shuddered violently.

But finally, amidst the barrage of cameras and microphones, I stopped caring about all this nonsense.

He was terrified of staying here any longer...

The security guard might actually slap this guy!

If he really smoked it!
Oh shit!

This guy might even get excited...

........................

"Mr. Deng!"

"what happened?"

"Something's not right with this money!"

"What's wrong?"

"..."

More than ten minutes later!

Suddenly, the sound of something being smashed on the floor came from Deng Hairong's office.

A moment later, Deng Hairong stared intently as thousands of one-yuan, five-yuan, and ten-yuan banknotes fluttered around the office!

Fuck your mother!
(End of this chapter)