Chapter 148: Fall, Fall, Fall (Bonus Chapter: Requesting Monthly Tickets and Rewards)

Originally, two films were submitted for consideration, the other being Those Years, but this film was accused of plagiarism and disqualified—so be it.

But Lost in Love 33 Days is an original work.

In this era, the Golden Horse Awards were the most prestigious film awards, and every year's ceremony drew stars from across the Taiwan-Hong Kong-Mainland region.

You could say that winning an award instantly elevated one's professional standing; in his past life, Huang Bo and Bai Baihe kept receiving resources not just because of their talent, but because they had won the Golden Horse.

There's nothing else to it—the industry recognizes this.

As for what happened later, that's later—it can't be mixed with the present.

Liu Tianxian had never won any mainstream award, not even been nominated; all she got was endless ridicule, so this recognition came as a surprise.

It proved her professionalism had been acknowledged!

Fundamentally, Liu Tianxian's nomination for the Golden Horse was largely due to her voice acting—nowadays, the Golden Horse allows voice dubbing in submissions.

It wouldn't be allowed until the year 2020.

Liu Tianxian ignored Fang Hong's attempt to flatter her and rushed home the moment she returned to share the news with her mother.

She burst into her mother's room, yanked awake the sleeping Liu Xiaoli, and hugged her around the neck: "Mom, I got nominated for Best Actress at the Golden Horse."

Liu Xiaoli had been sleeping soundly and was annoyed at being woken like this: "Go back to your room. You're so annoying."

"Aren't you happy for me? After all these years, this is my first nomination for a leading female role in a mainstream award!"

Liu Tianxian rested her head against her mother's chest, acting like a little girl pouting.

Liu Xiaoli woke up a bit more: "What did you say? Say it again."

"I got nominated for Best Actress at the Golden Horse." Liu Tianxian repeated.

"Being nominated isn't winning—why are you so excited?" Liu Xiaoli was speechless.

You woke me up in the middle of the night just for this?

"I'm still happy! Just being nominated makes me feel like I've already done something amazing!" Liu Tianxian was genuinely thrilled.

"Alright, alright, congratulations. Now go to sleep—it's so late. Young people shouldn't stay up." Liu Xiaoli showed little enthusiasm.

When she danced, she'd won every major award imaginable—she'd long since grown indifferent.

Seeing her mother's lukewarm reaction, Liu Tianxian's excitement faded: "Forget it—I'd rather tell Fang Hong than you."

At least Fang Hong would be happy for her, share her joy, and play with her. Her mother was always this cold and detached.

Liu Tianxian turned and walked out, leaving her mother behind.

"Hey, you silly girl."

Liu Xiaoli got out of bed and chased after her, grabbing her hand: "It's this late—why are you going to see that guy?"

"Who else am I supposed to call? You don't even care about me." Liu Tianxian lifted her chin, looking proudly defiant.

Of course, she wasn't really going to see him—she'd just call. To go see him right after they'd parted? She wasn't that foolish.

"Don't play around. It's this late—if you go to him, he'll eat you alive," Liu Xiaoli warned.

"Let him eat me then." Liu Tianxian wasn't afraid.

"Alright, alright—I'll stay up and talk with you."

Liu Xiaoli knew her daughter had come back just to share this joy.

She just didn't feel it herself.

"Mom's still the best." Liu Tianxian hugged her mother again.

If only Fang Hong had this kind of treatment.

"You, you're impossible."

Liu Xiaoli sighed helplessly, climbed back into bed with her daughter, and started chatting while lying beside her.

Sometimes Liu Tianxian was serious and quiet; sometimes, when she was happy, she acted like a child who'd never grown up.

Of course, her intelligence was always sharp—she hadn't seriously meant to go find Fang Hong or let that man sleep with her.

The night passed without incident. The next day, Charity Bazaar didn't release the list of donors or the list of auction item donations.

Movie stars and entertainers remained tight-lipped, refusing to mention anything about what had happened the night before.

At most, the incident spread as gossip within the industry, but some well-informed ordinary people knew—there was no other reason; too many people were present at the scene for it not to leak.

But these ordinary people's voices were too weak to spark any public outcry.

So the Jade Rabbit would help them—make this big.

"General Manager Wang spent 50 million to win Fang Long's Tourbillon Wristwatch, setting a new record for the highest donation at Charity Bazaar Night."—Jinghua Times published an article with photos: the red carpet images released by the reporter.

"Cheng Long's personal collection, the 'Dragon's Heart' Tourbillon Wristwatch, was won by General Manager Wang for 50 million, setting the highest auction price of the night."—Sina Entertainment.

"The evening's live auction raised a total of 82.63 million yuan in donations, a new record, to be used for charity projects such as 'Hope of Homecoming' for rescued abducted children."—Sohu Entertainment. The total donation figure was fabricated by Fang Hong—he estimated it would be around this amount, since in his past life they'd raised over 30 million.

With his involvement, he made the Wangs dig deeper—eighty million was likely achievable.

Who cares? Let Charity Bazaar handle the denial themselves!

They hesitated and didn't release the donation figures early—so if they wouldn't, Fang Hong would do it for them.

This news appeared across major online platforms, mainstream media outlets, and even on Bilibili, turned into videos for public awareness.

"That company's actually pretty decent—donated so much," commented a Wangyi.

But traffic was low, sparking no ripple.

As for the media, they didn't care—they'd report anything someone leaked.

Unless Charity Bazaar or Huayi were willing to pay to suppress it.

Of course, Charity Bazaar wouldn't do that—more money was good for them, since they took a management fee anyway, though how much exactly was none of the public's business.

Huayi couldn't easily suppress it either—it was already out.

Originally, the Wangs were negotiating with Fang Long and Charity Bazaar to see if they could get part of the donation back, but with the public outcry growing, they had no choice but to announce the actual amount.

But they came up with another idea: announce 50 million, but actually pay only 5 million—would that work?

Fang Hong also thought of this — he guided Wangyi to check in advance on the Children Charity Association's official website to see whether this donation had arrived.

If it hadn't arrived, they would call out the Children Charity Association. "Why don't I see this donation on the Children Charity Association's site? Did they not receive it?"

"Right, with that much money, how can no one come out and say something."

"Whether they received it or not, how much they received — they should at least come out and say a word!"

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Such voices appeared on Weibo, forums, and other community platforms, to let those above see the voice of the people.

Soon a director of the Children Charity Association came out and said: "We are already aware of the relevant matter and are currently handling the handover with Charity Bazaar. This will take some time. We thank people from all sectors of society for their concern for charity, and we also thank the relevant caring individuals."

Pressed like this, Huayi had no way out — they could only pay up. No matter how bold they were, they wouldn't dare welch on money owed to the Children Charity Association.

But there were two recipient entities — besides the Children Charity Association, there was also Fang Long's charity fund.

They couldn't welch on that side, but could they welch on this side?

This Fang Hong couldn't control — that was their business with Fang Long. As long as he made Huayi bleed money, that was enough.

Under the pressure of public opinion, Charity Bazaar quickly published the proceeds from this charity auction and the donations from celebrities and enterprises.

This edition of Charity Bazaar didn't publish the specific names behind celebrity donations; only after later editions were criticized by Wangyi did they start publishing them.

But they couldn't welch either — celebrities know exactly how much they donated, and if they got attacked online by Wangyi, they'd clarify it themselves.

The donations totaled 81.43 million, still short by around a million.

This led Wangyi to suspect Charity Bazaar of falsifying the numbers.

Charity Bazaar's notary office came out and said: that's all there was, absolutely no falsification.

The spokesperson also stated: "The 82.63 million being hyped online is entirely fabricated."

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Anyway, the matter just kept being stirred up like this, covering up the other current waves of public opinion.

As the uproar went on, it spread into the financial circle. After the donation and auction figures were published, Big Wang General Manager that night had spent far more than 50 million — there were other things besides that.

In other words, in that one evening, Big and Little Wang together spent the better part of tens of millions.

This caused Huayi's stock to drop 4.38% on the news, fall another 3% the next day, and drop 2.06% on the third day.

Somehow, after it stopped falling, news spread that Ge Daye was going to leave Huayi and join hands with Emperor Entertainment.

Once this news came out, it caused Huayi's stock to fluctuate and drop another 4.42%, then fall 3.82% on the fifth day — a total decline of 17.68%, with the share price sliding from 18.49 yuan to 14.37 yuan.

Its previous high was 91.8 yuan. Dropped to this level, investors were wailing everywhere — this rotten company just kept falling without stopping.

If only they'd known not to buy this company's stock — not stable at all, any little disturbance and it just keeps dropping, dropping, dropping! This effect was a chain reaction. Separately, media also broke the news: Shareholder Jiangnan Chun and Zhang Dahu kept reducing their holdings and cashing out, dropping out of the top ten circulating shareholders list.

They had only just started reducing when it dropped — a bit too early — which cost them quite a bit too.

These celebrities' reductions had little to do with public opinion; essentially this rotten company hadn't filmed anything this year and had started straying from its proper business.

Worker Red Pants had also grown somewhat slack, lacking the old passion for making films.

After all, once you're rich, who still wants to slave away making films? Anyone with sharp eyes knows this can't last long! Worker Red Pants here isn't as obedient as Worker Jade Rabbit — Worker Jade Rabbit is in his prime, working diligently in the United States.

In this matter, Huayi only got a good reputation and nothing else. Between charity and the stock market, their losses were far more than 50 million — over a hundred million.

"Smack smack smack!"

Little Wang General Manager slammed the table with a thunderous bang, fury soaring: "That little punk — I'll deal with him sooner or later."

They knew Fang Hong was behind the scenes — so what even if they knew? Got any proof?

"Dammit, I'm going to find him." Red Pants was also furious, saying so as he was about to head across the street.

The stock drop made his money worthless too.

"He's hired a bunch of security at his door. If you're not afraid of being thrown out, then go." Big Wang General Manager pointed out.

Every one of them so impulsive — not at all like him, a cultured man.

Red Pants stopped in his tracks — these old arms and legs couldn't win a fight.

"You still need to focus on making films properly, stabilize the stock market, and stop messing around with all this nonsense." Big Wang General Manager said.

When the stock market is unstable, you send in the worker.

Red Pants nodded and said "yes" — he had to film, he was locked in.

"What did Ge Daye say? He insists on leaving." Big Wang General Manager also didn't know how this had leaked.

Ge Daye wanting to leave was originally known only to a few people inside.

"Right, he said he'd fulfill his film commitments, then he's not staying — when the contract expires, he leaves." Little Wang General Manager said.

Ge Daye wanting to leave — reportedly, just reportedly — was because he wanted to act in something different; playing the same type of comedy for so long had worn him out.

It's always like this — once their status rises, they don't want to amuse the audience anymore. In the circle, little Shenyang was the same later on.

"Then let's see if he can come out and clarify, stabilize the stock market first." Big Wang General Manager still wanted to cash out one more wave.

After losing so much, how could they not recoup it from the investors.

Afterwards Red Pants announced the latest filming plans: "1942," and also "Personal Tailor."

Huayi announced filming plans including "CZ12," "Painted Skin 2," and "Tai Chi" before the stock price stabilized.

Separately, Ge Daye came out and said: "Who said I'm leaving? There's no such thing — I never planned to leave."

Only then did the stock price rise on the news.

Afterwards, Big and Little Wang launched a capital increase and share expansion. Those celebrity artists, shareholder capital, and Big and Little Wang themselves began another frenzy of harvesting.

They all damn treat investors like dirt.

But Fang Hong could only do this much — going further wasn't within his ability. He still had to get on with his own business.

Stirring up public opinion had also cost him quite a bit.

"Hey, for 'Bad Genius,' do you want to come with me to the Propaganda Department, get some face time."

Liu Tianxian sat down at the "Tandang" command center.

(End of this chapter)