Huayu: Are you even sitting up straight? You're going to be the director?

Chapter 35 Different Lands, Irreconcilable Enemies

Cao Zhong opened Mr. Mao's magnificent article and read it carefully, but he could not see any humanity in any of the words.

Cangjie invented Chinese characters.

Is this how you're supposed to write articles?!

Cao Zhong was very surprised, astonished that such a person could actually write Chinese characters.

In fact, Cao Zhong understands the idea of ​​avoiding hatred.

Some ordinary people still have humanity in their lives, and they are artists worthy of respect.

For example, in his "Doraemon" series, Fujiko Fujio once had the blue robot cat smile and say, "The doujinshi have lost," which triggered a massive wave of insults from doujinshi readers.
Fujiko Fujio was deeply saddened upon hearing the news and made urgent revisions to the relevant manga content.

The original version was delivered with a smile.

The revised version shows the characters stretching out their arms, cheering and shouting, "The Japanese have been defeated!"

The audience was completely baffled when they were given the script.

Cao Zhong had also heard of Haruki Murakami, and even vowed never to have children in his lifetime as an act of atonement.

Cao Zhong believes that these people at least possess humanity.

They are different from those people back then.

However, Cao Zhong was truly shocked by Mr. Mao's remarks.

For a moment, even the most brilliant writings were at a loss for where to begin.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Cao Zhong, following the project launch ceremony, used an online platform to publish his arguments for the first time.

Before replying to Mr. Mao, I thought about how to start this conversation with the first sentence.

At the project launch ceremony, I mentioned that I had been preparing for "Nanjing Photo Studio" for two and a half years.

Therefore, I probably have a better understanding of the historical facts at that time than Mr. Mao, so after reading his few lines, I felt a sense of bewilderment.

In 1932, Inukai Tsuyoshi, the head of the Japanese government who advocated restraint towards China, was shot dead in his official residence by lower-ranking officers who represented the will of the lower classes.

Afterwards, the entire Japanese people cheered, declaring that the traitors had been punished by heaven, and danced with joy, as if celebrating the New Year.

The judge's dock became a stage for heroes to give speeches, with people from all over the world sending over 100,000 petitions, including letters written in blood, demanding the release of the hero.

Thousands of people cut off their left little fingers to pressure the court, and even threatened Japanese Justice Minister Kisaburo Suzuki. Hundreds of threatening letters were sent to Suzuki, who had decided to severely punish the murderer, and he resigned in fear.

Subsequently, a national holy war broke out in Japan.

Inukai Tsuyoshi was shot because he felt that Japan's strength was not enough to quickly defeat China, and that Japan was preparing to gradually annex it.

Ridiculous, right?
In 36, the Japanese assassinated the relatively restrained minister Saito Makoto again, and the whole country rejoiced after the assassination was successful.

Countless business groups raised funds to support the 'holy war,' and several women even issued a statement expressing their willingness to provide warmth and comfort to the soldiers in gratitude for the country's sacrifice.

This marked the beginning of a period of national unity within the cabinet.

Their entire nation was united in a war of annihilation, a war that would destroy their race and their country.

The Japanese Ministry of Defense's War History Research Center holds three public opinion poll reports. 76.8% of respondents supported a full-scale "holy war," 93.5% were willing for Wei to participate in the war, and 97% believed that assassinating the chief was not a crime.

With the collective choice of the people, they overthrew their superiors and achieved a volcanic eruption of the will of the entire nation to wage war.

Men sold their blood, women sold their bodies, and subscribed to 2.3 million yen worth of holy war bonds.

So after seeing Mr. Mao's arguments, I really wanted to send him back to Nanjing back then, so he could experience what a nationwide, united war meat grinder was like.

Let him understand just how barbaric a war-driven civilization that forges the animalistic instincts of its people into the will of the nation truly is.

They gambled the fate of the nation, and slogans predicting the country's demise in three months were painted all over the city walls across the country.

This ancient island nation, ravaged by volcanic eruptions, torn apart by earthquakes, swallowed by tsunamis, and with its resources depleted like a noose tightening around its throat.

Extreme poverty breeds a disregard for life.

The whole country is like a demon under heaven, and all the people are like soldiers and thugs.

To them, we are weeds that must be eradicated, living space that must be vacated. Only by perishing can they take over our nest.

Deadly and cunning jackals, under exquisite disguise, can even inspire some people to express their remembrance of them.

I really want to explain many principles to you, share a lot of knowledge, tell you the truth about Nanjing back then, and talk about how we are now separated by mountains and rivers, and are irreconcilable enemies!

But I don't want to. Because the film I'm planning to make, "Nanjing Photo Studio," is meant to allow people to record the tragedies of history.

We must always be vigilant and strive to be self-reliant and strong.

The goal is to ensure that more people remember history and prevent it from being forgotten.

But today, after reading Mr. Mao's magnificent article, I feel that it would be a waste of my breath to talk to you about those principles.

But I also want to use this response to let more people see these words.

In the end, I decided to present Mr. Yu with four large characters.

Fuck you.

This is just a small token of my sympathy; I hope you will understand.

If Mr. Mao wants to continue responding and challenging me, I guarantee I'll hurl even more vulgar insults.

Give it a try.

A magnificent article was written in one stroke.

Qi Jiuzhou and Wang Renjun were stunned and speechless.

Especially the last four words.

Give it a try.

They lit it up again right there.

"Brother Zhong is awesome."

Wang Renjun was truly impressed.

Cao Zhong, however, disagreed and said softly, "I'll leave the rest to you two. I think that once this article is published, some people shouldn't be too bold in their actions. You two should organize the school's supporters to target me on the forum."

There will be many things to come, but my goal is still to make a difference in the film.

"Jiuzhou, focus on this first, but don't forget to carefully study and read the script. You can't embarrass me when we're acting later."

Qi Jiuzhou nodded and quickly agreed.

"Brother Zhong has the final say."

……

After Cao Zhong published this magnificent article,
The news that was originally the focus of yesterday's project launch ceremony has once again exploded on the internet.

Moreover, it suddenly spread offline as well.

Nortel.

Directing Department.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the directing department held a closed-door meeting.

During the meeting, everyone looked at each other, unsure of where to begin.

However, everyone's eyes remained fixed on Wang Hongwei.

Wang Hongwei was shivering.

"It wasn't me, it has nothing to do with me, it's none of my business."

Wang Hongwei was truly stunned by those intense gazes.

“We don’t care whether this matter is related to you or not, it just involves film history teaching, so you have to give us a solution.”

Humanitarians are committed to minimizing the impact.

Wang Hongwei said, "What can I do? What solutions do I have? Can I rewrite a history of film or something?"

"Then go and talk to Cao Zhong for me," Director Tian Zhuangzhuang said in a low voice. "He's not allowed to bring up art again. We'll handle the rest ourselves."

Wang Hongwei nodded. "That's feasible. But what are your plans?"

Inside the room, the group exchanged worried glances.

What can be done?
(End of this chapter)