The only sun in Huayu

Chapter 87 One day I will be the King of the Great Western Kingdom, and I will make my move!

The portal websites are in an uproar!
Shen Shandeng is practically a walking traffic generator.

Forget about stances, just grab the topic!

The headlines are getting more and more sensational.

Sohu Entertainment.

Shen Shandeng angrily denounces "The Creation of Sin" as a forced act of raising children!

The accompanying photo shows Shen Shandeng with his left hand in his pocket, turned at a 45-degree angle, with a group of stunned reporters in the background.

Sina Entertainment.

[Shen Shandeng slams down: Is art hypocritical? "The Eunuch" box office crushes all doubts!]

NetEase.

[Behind the phrase "Forced to be raised!": The ultimate anxiety of domestic films regarding globalized narratives?]

Hong Kong Island.

Jiang Zhiqiang's office.

crazy!

Upon seeing the headline, Jiang Zhiqiang spat out the ginseng tea he had just drunk, his heart pounding.

"Insane! Crazy! How dare he?!"

The phone rang.

Taiwanese investors and mainland partners bombarded the island with questions, probing questions, and notices demanding severance.

When Shen Shandeng uttered those words on the spot, all parties involved were considering whether it was intentional or accidental.
Did someone give any hints that prompted Shen Shandeng to take this action?

Even if it was his personal act, it's tantamount to bringing him back into the spotlight, putting him back on trial, and subjecting him to a public execution.

What's even more frightening is that as long as "The Eunuch" maintains a stable box office momentum, no one can stop it.

Not only is Shen Shandeng's position unshakeable, but with the popularity of "The Eunuch," the public opinion generated by this box office success is even more terrifying.

By then, even if it was Shen Shandeng's personal action, it would no longer be considered a personal action.

The smart ones, those that can cut, are probably just not fast enough.

Some others, clinging to a sliver of hope, wanted to test Jiang Zhiqiang's attitude.

Jiang Zhiqiang suppressed his anger.

Since it's already like this, and we've already cursed, what else can we do?

When his subordinates reported that the cinemas in mainland China were undergoing routine fire safety inspections, Jiang Zhiqiang's tense nerves completely snapped.

“Find Shen Shandeng, stop talking. Talk, we can talk about anything. It’s Paperclip! It’s that foreigner James! I’ve been cheated!”

Tang Wei, who was eavesdropping, couldn't help but cry.

Just a few days ago she was riding high, but now she seems to have fallen into a desperate situation.

"It's alright, Mr. Jiang will definitely protect me."

Tang Wei murmured to herself, slowly regaining her sense of conviction.

"It has nothing to do with me, I'm just an actor."

She recalled the premiere, looking back longingly at the audience.

She was truly fed up with being unknown and living in poverty.

hotel room.

"How could you say such a thing? How could you say that?"

Paperclip's face flushed red, and he finally collapsed onto the sofa, covering his face with his hands.

"Barbaric, incomprehensible! Disgraceful to culture, an insult to art! Are you a graduate of a film academy? Do you understand the intersection of Chinese and Western cultures? Do you know how to construct Western narratives using Eastern aesthetics? Do you know what dramatic restraint, cultural identity anxiety, and dramatic irony are?"

After calming down, he instructed his assistant: "Issue a statement that the filming is to salvage a piece of history that may be gradually forgotten by people. If my generation doesn't film it, future generations will never have the chance to film it."

"Fxxking Brilliant!"

James Schamus, preparing to cross the ocean to return home, exclaimed with a twisted excitement.

"He saw through it! He understood perfectly!"

James realized that this was a carefully calculated attack by Shen Shandeng.

When someone wants to pursue something, the most important thing is not fear, but "beauty".

To make someone hate or abandon something is not necessarily bad, but rather to turn it into a "clown," dismantling all space for elegant justification.

James thought about it and wrote a report, concluding that Shen Shandeng was someone who needed to be closely monitored.

"This is no longer a dog whistle, this is a bugle call to charge."

"We must strike hard, gather all our strength, and take him down!" Charperic roared.

"Commissioner, we've already taken drastic measures, but they haven't been very effective," Assistant Smith cautiously reminded him.

Chalperic was surprisingly calm: "Well, it seems we'll have to coexist. Let's try to make contact with him."

The assistant reminded him again, "We've tried before, but he doesn't accept criticism from industry authorities. He doesn't lack resources for collaboration right now." "Give him an award! Box office success needs recognition. Give him one of the three major European awards!" Chalperic was convinced they couldn't get it done.

The assistant still reminded him: "He doesn't pursue, and even belittles, the three major European countries."

"That's unattainable," Chalperic said confidently. "Even if we gave it to him, he would still hesitate. We can't let him continue to dismantle our standards; we must bring him in."

Shen Shandeng is too destructive!

Experience has taught them that if fear cannot subdue cultural workers, then beauty will!
"Backward" becomes "advanced", "deconstruction" becomes "construction", "eating dog food" becomes "independent personality", and "inability to express oneself" becomes "artistic language".
"Ugly" becomes "beautiful", and "beautiful" becomes "ugly".

"Shen Shandeng is not bad. He admires our production process. His belittling of the three major European companies is actually a way of praising us."

Charperik suddenly felt that Shen Shandeng was a good person and that he shouldn't have used such harsh methods before.

This would make people think you lack ability.

A more "clever" approach should be used.

“Commissioner, but the consequences he caused,” the assistant hesitated.

“Smith!” Chapel Perrick interrupted. “You need to understand the subtle shift in cultural strategy, despite his ‘systematic misinterpretation’ of the universal values ​​of Hollywood narratives.”

The assistant hardened his fist; that bureaucratic tone!

"This is not a misinterpretation. One of the three unspoken rules in Europe is not to accept films that have already been released in theaters. Which company would comply?"

“No, no, no,” Chalperic defended. “The Eunuch is a very good movie, a hero of eunuchs, and its progressiveness is beyond doubt.”

The assistant quickly said, "But the values ​​and narrative structure of 'The Eunuch' are not ours! And the missionary plot belongs to the dog whistle."

“Very good! That shows you’ve done your homework.” Chalperic smiled. “That’s precisely why we should incorporate it into our system!”

"This precisely reflects the progressiveness of our values; we are willing to make an exception for a Chinese director, even for a non-realistic subject. Let's go to Venice, contact Marco Müller, and have him come over to make some connections."

The assistant said, "We have almost completely overturned the previous plan."

“Difficulties are precisely your value!” Chalperic’s tone left no room for doubt. “Public opinion continues to criticize fiercely, even escalating! We’ll activate our covert operations. We’ll win him over and offer him ‘warmth’.”

“Listen, in the complex spectrum of multiculturalism, we need to transform contradictory policies into unified strategies, just like jazz resolves dissonant chords.”

"I need a proposal with a 'vague stance' by 10 a.m. tomorrow. We need to get 'goodness' back on track!"

Chalperrick became more and more confident as he spoke.

Don't panic!
This is just a temporary adjustment!

Damn it! Perrick is a jerk! The assistant was furious; he needed the proposal by tomorrow morning, so he'd have to work himself to the bone again.

China Film.

"Maybe fifteen or sixteen million today?! And this is a weekday!"

Han Sanping, unaware of what was happening, was overjoyed: "Copy! Quickly print more copies! I want copies!"

Secretary Liao Yun came over and said, "Shen Shandeng just now..."

"I want a copy! I don't care about anything else! Let him curse all he wants. I just want a copy!" Han Sanping's mind was filled with nothing but copying, and he regretted not ordering more.

Liao Yun thought to himself that he was indeed cursing, and quickly said, "Shen Shandeng started cursing, and it was very offensive."

After understanding the situation, Han Sanping chuckled: "Although the words are rough but the reasoning is sound, this is just too crude."

The smile didn't last long before the landline rang.

One phone call after another came in, probing, inquiring, and questioning—what was the prevailing sentiment, what was the attitude?
Han Sanping was completely baffled.

What do you mean by "blowing the wind" or "what do you mean by attitude"? How come he doesn't understand?

"Can't you just keep quiet and make a fortune?!" Han Sanping went straight to the culprit.

In the hotel, Shen Shandeng, who had just finished showering, was a little confused: "I didn't shout, and I didn't make a fortune. The majority of the profits from 'The Eunuch' went to China Film Group."

good boy!
"Still trying to put me on the spot?" Han Sanping laughed angrily. "Are you Chen Kaige? You haven't even joined the 100 million yuan club yet!"
Han Sanping admonished, "It's good to learn something at such a young age, and don't speak with veiled barbs."

“I didn’t,” Shen Shandeng protested. “It was Yu Dong who was chasing me to secure my share of the sequel, even though the movie had just been released. I don’t understand, are sequels that important? Don’t Hong Kong and Taiwan have these kinds of projects?”

Okay, so you're reminding me of the sequel and breaking the Hong Kong and Taiwan ceiling, huh? Han Sanping has woken up!

Han Sanping suggested, "I didn't say anything to you, just reminded you to be mindful of the impact."

"I was just promoting the movie," Shen Shandeng said, knowing when to stop.

Han Sanping was exhausted. This kid was too cunning: "China Film Group is working overtime to print copies. No one can compare to China Film Group in this regard. There's no need for this kind of marketing. Just be honest and straightforward."

Shen Shandeng was puzzled: "I'm just being upright and honorable, aren't I?"

"Huh?" Han Sanping couldn't hold back any longer: "You call this upright and honorable?"

Shen Shandeng said, "I don't need you to answer what kind of movie it is. To put it bluntly, it's the kind that's extremely rare."

"Look at what happened to me, do the same thing! Once you've identified them, then kill them all!"

"If you only do it once, you'll have to think twice before trying it again next time."

On the other end of the phone, Han Sanping gasped.

What kind of talk is that?

Are you really going to become the Great Western King?
(End of this chapter)