Chapter 240: On-site Office, the Counterattack Begins

Lu Kuan knocked on the slightly ajar door.

Perhaps because it was different from Liu Xiaoli's habit of pushing the door open directly, Liu Yifei sensed something and whipped her head around.

The two of them stared at each other across the room for a few seconds, neither speaking.

A visible, faint joy, like the fine ice cracks on glazed porcelain,

spread across Liu Yifei's entire face in an instant.

"You... where did you go?"

Seeing that she wasn't dressed in anything inconvenient, Lu Kuan walked in nonchalantly and plopped down on the bed.

"Took a trip to Su Province, then flew to the States."

"Just got off the plane, so tired."

Boss Lu leaned back, collapsing flat onto the bed in the young girl's boudoir.

In four days, to plot the strategy against Sina and the subsequent counterattack plan, he had flown back and forth between China and the US.

His phone had been in flight mode for a long time, and his body was nearly stiff from sitting.

The lingering sorrow Liu Yifei had felt before seemed to vanish without a trace; she walked over huffily and tugged at his arm.

"Get up quickly, you're filthy! Don't sleep on my bed!"

"If you want to lie down, lie on the floor!"

Lu Kuan let her drag him without moving, smelling the fresh scent on the sheets, his hand pillowing his head.

"I heard you've been gossiped about these past few days?"

"Gossip" (ququ) is a Northeast dialect term, though it became internet slang in later generations.

A massive, overwhelming disaster and cyberbullying seemed, in his mouth, as simple as a few words of gossip behind one's back, which made Liu Yifei, whose heart had been twisted with worry, relax a little.

This gave her a psychological hint: it seemed this matter wasn't that big after all; he could solve it.

"Mm, but I don't care what they say."

I'm only afraid that because of this, you...

"You're too weak. You've been hanging out with me for two or three years for nothing. If they curse you, why don't you curse them back?"

Liu Yifei said bitterly, "I..."

Lu Kuan suddenly sat up, pushed her chair away, and sat down in front of the computer: "Come, let me see who all has been cursing you."

"Damn it, affecting my money-making—I won't spare a single one of them."

"Setting up an on-site office today."

Liu Yifei made a dash and covered her computer: "Don't look, they're all saying... it's really nasty."

In these three or four days, besides the "Three Sins" manifesto from the big-mouthed monster Song Zude, all sorts of demons and monsters had crawled out.

They were practically digging into her life from the womb, determined to come up with a list of accusations.

Yanda Huayi led the charge, and other entertainment companies in China kicked her while she was down; this was to be expected.

It's the entertainment industry, after all; that's just how it is.

But in the end, it comes down to whose voice is louder and whose fist is harder.

Boss Lu pushed her hand away and logged directly into Sina.

This place had become the headquarters for the "Down with Liu" movement; he didn't even need to look for it—the black material was hitting him in the face.

Jiang Yiyan's blog content was purely about exposing "leaks," claiming Liu Yifei didn't attend classes, was rude to the school's senior Professor Gu, liked to cling to big directors to curry favor, and so on.

"Whoa, how is it Jiang Yiyan right at the top? Do you have a grudge against her?"

"No."

Liu Yifei's expression was cold.

It wasn't because of that day at the KTV, all because of you, you washing machine.

Lu Kuan thought for a moment and made a call to Yu Dong.

Back during *The Drummer*, Fatty Yu could still stand on equal footing with Boss Lu, discussing brotherhood and friendship.

But in the last two years, the Inquiry Realm had risen too fast; after *Otherworld*, Yu Dong was no longer in the same league, and just being able to invite Lu Kuan to a meal was considered a success.

Fatty Yu answered the phone excitedly: "Boss Lu, what are your orders!"

"Psh! We're brothers, what's with the 'orders' talk?"

Boss Lu crossed his legs and winked at Liu Yifei, who was staring at him; the latter gave a faint smile, knowing he was about to start stirring up trouble again.

"Hey, let me ask you something. There's a female student in the 02-class of the Beijing Film Academy named Jiang Yiyan. Did she shoot a movie called *Summer* or something this year? Help me ask around."

"Oh, it's called *The Summer With You*. It hasn't started filming yet; she came to me looking for investment. I've met that girl."

"Boss Lu, what's this about? Hehe, I'm familiar with Director Xie; how about...?"

Fatty Yu hadn't changed his ways; he was already thinking about sexual bribery over the phone.

Last time he acted like such a gentleman, but didn't he end up signing that little girl from the Northern Frontier later!

Hypocrite! Real pervert!

Boss Lu looked at Liu Yifei, whose expression had shifted, and covered the mouthpiece: "Ahem, what are you talking about!"

"So many high-level units are liking and speaking for her, and now you want us, Sina, to post black material about her abortion and promiscuity."

"Are you tired of living?! Do you have a brain?"

The Yanda Huayi vice president was scolded, listened to the blind tone on the phone with anger, and then sighed with relief as if he had survived a disaster.

Damn it, fortunately Sina was cowardly; this matter couldn't be blamed on him, otherwise he would definitely have been trapped this time.

It's not easy to work for these two brothers, damn it!

Song Zude, who was pacing back and forth in his Beijing studio, was uneasy; his subconscious told him that this matter wouldn't be settled so simply.

He regretted that his heart was covered with lard, and he recklessly took the field for the investment share of that Yanda Huayi movie called *The Banquet*.

Before, he had hammered has-been and second- or third-tier actresses like Yang Yuying and Jin Qiaoqiao; this time, he had really hit a hard nut.

What to do... what to do...

The secretary's call came in: "Boss Song, hurry up and look at the blog site, Zhuo Wei posted an article @ you!"

Song Zude's heart skipped a beat.

Zhuo Wei? What does this have to do with him?

He opened the blog site in a panic; in the V-verified account of the Fengxing Studio, a blog post titled *Song Zude's Three Sins* was pinned at the top!

Using his own way to treat his own body.

In exchange, the blog site promised Zhuo Wei a promotion agreement and increased his authority for posting.

And for Zhuo Wei, who had risen from the incident of Liu Xiaoqing's release from prison, Song Zude could serve as a stepping stone for him to become the number one paparazzi in China.

Especially since Song Zude, who was already stinking because of his mindless blackening of Liu Yifei, was an experience baby!

But I really didn't do it!

*Song Zude's Three Sins*:

First sin: Stirring up trouble and slandering people's innocence.

Zhuo Wei counted his smear campaigns against Yang Yuying, Jin Qiaoqiao, and others, and confirmed the identity of his cousin Song, who used the pseudonym Liu Xinda.

Jin Qiaoqiao, with Yu Dong's support, also spoke for herself, crying and complaining about the grievances of these years.

Jin and Yu became husband and wife in later generations.

Of course, there was also this Liu Yifei incident; Zhuo Wei laid out facts, reasoned, and refuted it from a third-party perspective.

This first sin caused an uproar in public opinion; the story of that red Porsche was still vivid in his mind. So it turned out that the first hammer of your old Song's rise was made this way.

Second sin: Academic fraud.

This is Song Zude's common means of hammering others, and now he is being treated with an eye for an eye.

Song Zude claimed to be a Ph. D. from an American university of technology and often considered himself a highly educated person in the entertainment industry.

But according to the investigation results of Zhuo Wei relying on Lu Kuan's relationship network in the States, this so-called Ph. D. was just a 3-month distance education, which was ridiculous.

Third sin: Tax evasion, patent fraud, commercial fraud!

Song Zude had a few entrepreneurial experiences, one of which was a company under his banner called "Wanlijian Shoe Industry," which was once suspected of patent fraud.

This company sold height-increasing insoles. Zhuo Wei got the penalty decision issued by the Zhejiang Patent Administration against him in 1997.

The so-called height-increasing insoles actually only had health effects, and the claimed patent effects did not match the facts.

Then there was another "Gao'erbao Massage Knee Pad" registered in Shanghai, claiming to have the efficacy of traditional Chinese medicine equipment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Zhuo Wei hammered it in the blog post, and indicated that he had provided clues to the Shanghai Patent Department and the Industrial and Commercial Department in accordance with laws and regulations.

The blog post was very long, and various investigation materials and audio and video records of the parties involved were attached below.

Song Zude looked as pale as gold paper, and his fingers sliding the mouse were trembling violently.

The blog post had a strong response; such fun was even more popular than the so-called star melons, and the comment area soon became lively.

But what was surprising was that the first hot comment was Boss Lu's message.

He rarely even posted blogs, and now he came to leave a message for someone?

【Lu Kuan VIP】: Zhuo Wei Zhuo Wei, you are the discipline inspection committee of the entertainment industry.

In less than five minutes, the number of likes reached 3,000!

Melon-eating masses replied: Are you afraid that the entertainment industry discipline inspection committee will dig you up later, washing machine? Now you start flattering?

Zhuo Wei's first battle was to give Boss Lu a stage name of "Washing Machine."

The battle of fame was to dig up the beautiful photos of the former domestic top star Liu Xiaoqing after her release from prison.

It seems that this battle of stepping on Song Zude to reach the top of the entertainment industry's first mouthpiece will again be happy to win the name of the entertainment industry discipline inspection committee.

Boss Lu personally certified!

It was also on that afternoon that Song Zude received a subpoena from the Municipal First Intermediate People's Court.

The party Liu Yifei filed a lawsuit with the court for the crime of insult and defamation, requesting to pursue Song Zude's criminal responsibility.

The crime of insult and defamation belongs to a private prosecution crime in criminal law, which means that if the party does not pursue it, Song Zude can spray whatever he wants on the internet, as long as it does not seriously endanger social order and national interests.

The next morning, the letter from the relevant patent department and the industrial and commercial department also arrived.

He was required to explain the patent situation of his "Gao'erbao Knee Pad" product to the relevant departments.

These two things were exposed by the internal staff of the tree falling and the monkeys scattering. Song Zude in this life ended his mouth-cannon career of spraying feces in advance.

The crime of insult and defamation can be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years depending on the severity of the circumstances.

Even if Song Zude escapes actual sentence by relying on that person, his big mouth will not have any credibility on the internet.

This is the biggest blow to him!

Anyone who knows a little bit about the inside story knows what's going on. Isn't this the revenge action planned by the one who named Zhuo Wei the entertainment industry discipline inspection committee?

The last one named Zhang Tianshuo is still inside stepping on the sewing machine!

Yanda Huayi decisively cut off its arm to survive, cutting off contact with Song Zude.

It's just that Lu Kuan's revenge is like a tarsal maggot, following like a shadow.

Following the *Three Sins* against the big-mouthed monster on the 8th, the Fengxing Studio continued to post articles on the 9th, targeting Li Bingbing, one of the Two Bingbings.

According to the revelations provided by Zhuo Wei, in August 2004, because of the cooperation in *City of Angels*, Li Bingbing and the Taiwan male star Zhu Xiaotian opened a room in a hotel to carnival.

The two juiced for more than 30 hours before leaving separately, with hotel video evidence.

Good guy, the explosive scene of the two biting and touching each other from the elevator to the room simply blinded the melon-eating masses!

Is this the pure jade girl Li Bingbing that you Yanda Huayi strongly support?

Lustful woman, right?

This matter was actually exposed by hotel staff before, but the propaganda power was not enough, so it was a small melon.

Now that there is Zhuo Wei holding a magnifying glass to watch with everyone, the destructive power is naturally extraordinary!

Wang Xiaolei was furious and asked someone to contact Zhuo Wei, using both coercion and inducement to demand the withdrawal of the article and an apology, and hurriedly arranged for crisis PR.

The Song Zude and Li Bingbing incidents fermented rapidly on the internet. The latter had a certain impact on Yanda Huayi, but it did not shake the overall situation and was still within the controllable range.

People who play stocks should have heard such a sentence: when you feel that you have lost a lot, the loss may have just begun.

Similarly, when Wang Xiaolei was busy dealing with these two rotten things and thought that it would end here, the little steel cannon had an accident again.

October 2004, Beijing Kunlun Hotel.

China Film Group, Yanda Huayi, and Beijing Charity Association jointly held the *A World Without Thieves* charity premiere here.

This is a small hype of the little steel cannon.

The props and costumes of stars like Andy Lau and Rene Liu that appeared at the premiere today will be auctioned on the internet, and all the money collected will be used for the funding of poor students.

The event started, and Feng Xiaogang held the microphone with a beaming smile.

"Friends, thank you for coming. Today, the enthusiastic audience who bought 5,000 yuan tickets to enter the venue, I personally represent Yanda Huayi and the film party to thank you!"

The audience applauded.

Feng Xiaogang joked: "But don't worry, everyone, we will donate all the money to the Beijing Charity Association, and everyone can have dinner with our Andy Lau, Rene Liu, Bingbing, and other big names after the end, okay!?"

"Okay!"

"Just came for this!"

The atmosphere at the scene was very active, but there were some discordant voices.

"Li Bingbing, are you in love with Zhu Xiaotian? Can you respond?"

Good guy, the paparazzi also spent 5,000 yuan to enter the venue. This cost is not low.

Li Bingbing on the stage looked dim and pretended not to hear. Feng Xiaogang also thought about quickly changing the subject, picked up the microphone and was about to solve it lightly.

Unexpectedly, he was the real target.

"Director Feng, you said you would treat us to dinner, is it in the hotel, or in your big house in Chaoyang District?"

Feng Xiaogang's face darkened.

"You are that reporter from *Star Weekly*, right?"

"I said it was you who put the home addresses of many performers on a map, right? Are you idle?"

"There is a lunatic who blocks me at our door every day! I only found out after asking that I bought your newspaper in Tianjin and came straight to me!"

This matter has troubled the little steel cannon for a long time. He is now dyed with vitiligo, and he is not very comfortable inside and out.

That glasses reporter was not ashamed but proud: "That's great! It shows that our magazine has a large circulation!"

Feng Xiaogang was furious: "You are simply shameless bastards! Who allowed you to expose our home address, I really want to smoke you!"

The reporter was ecstatic: "Come on, what kind of big tail wolf are you pretending to be? If you don't smoke me today, you will take my surname!"

The little steel cannon cursed in his mouth and ran to the stage. Wang Xiaolei, who was prepared, pulled him.

The reporter rushed to the stage as if he were crazy, and the two fought together, and the scene was out of control.

"Security! Security!"

A charity premiere with a harmonious atmosphere became a farce. The headlines of the next day's reports had nothing to do with *A World Without Thieves*.

More are the scolding war and pushing between the little steel cannon and the reporter, as well as the support of big stars like Huang Lei and Zhang Guoli.

"Xiaogang is a bit impulsive, but this reporter is indeed wrong. Isn't it adding trouble to people to expose people's home addresses!"

Teacher Guoli said so.

*A World Without Thieves* premiere encountered a bad start, and the little steel cannon cursed on the spot!

Two days later, the reporter who was scolded and pushed on the spot claimed that he had been harassed by Feng Xiaogang and the forces behind him, and his mental health had been seriously affected.

He demanded that Feng Xiaogang apologize to him in the newspaper, otherwise he would send a lawsuit to the court and demand compensation for his mental damage!

Wang Xiaolei: Troublesome!

Entertainment reporters voiced rebellion, the entertainment industry ate melons and watched the play, and Yanda Huayi was harassed.

The mastermind Boss Lu was giggling.

This matter was originally a piece of news in later generations, but he pushed it a little bit.

And who is behind this *Star Weekly* reporter?

Wang Changtian of Enlight Media.

Since he was invited to participate in the Inquiry Realm press conference for the first time, he had the idea of entering the film market. This time, it can be considered a coincidence.

Perhaps when *Single Men and Women* starring Fan Bingbing is released in the Valentine's Day file in 2005, interested people will find that the name of Enlight Media will be among the producers.

Boss Lu gave Enlight Media a certain investment share in exchange for close cooperation in entertainment media PR later.

The higher a person's social status, the more people they are connected to, and the greater their power to control others.

The gold content of this sentence by Leo Tolstoy is still increasing.

After the three axes were cut, Lu Kuan temporarily gave Yanda Huayi time to breathe.

Among the many interrogation methods, there is a method jokingly called flight mode, which does not beat or scold, gives food and drink, but does not allow sleep.

Arrange for a few people to be on duty to watch you, and when you doze off, they will poke you awake with a smile.

Don't underestimate such a method. Compared with flight mode, most prisoners would rather be beaten up to be happy.

Now Boss Lu is also using such a method to tease Yanda Huayi. After they digest the bitter fruit of these three axes, there is still a finale play.

Liu Yifei still has to stay with her father in Paris for a few days, and Boss Lu returns to China alone first.

It was almost dark when he came out of the VIP channel of the first-class cabin. A-Fei drove back to the Sihe Academy first.

Boss Lu was picked up by a long-haired woman wearing a trench coat and black super, who was Yu Feihong, who had been carefully preparing for a new film for a year.

She played a role in *Zhu Xian*, learned the use of DIT workstations and related special effects technology, and filled the last link.

The preparation work for the Chinese version of *Ghost* has entered the final stage of pulling investment, which is much faster than the progress of the previous life.

After all, it can be considered a disciple of the Golden Lion Award director.

Is this coming to Lu Kuan for physical alms today?

Yu Feihong has a house in Yujingyuan at Huawei Bridge on the East Third Ring Road, which is considered a relatively expensive plate at this time.

It opened in 2001 for more than 7,000, and the lottery gave away Audi, which was worth the price of a small three-bedroom outside the Fourth Ring Road that year.

After the marketing was done, this place rose directly from 7,000 to 13,000, which was very exaggerated in 2001.

Lu Kuan turned around with great interest. He didn't buy too many commercial houses in Beijing, but he had hoarded nearly ten Sihe Academy in the past two years.

Living is definitely not enough, it can be considered a personal hobby.

"Whoa, you have been premeditated, the food is ready?"

Lu Kuan watched Yu Feihong operating virtuously in the kitchen. He didn't even need to do the cutting work. Obviously, everything was ready early.

"You busy man, I can't catch you a few times a year, so I have to give me a chance to perform, right?"

"By the way, your recent movements are too big, maybe some people are not satisfied, be careful to be targeted."

Yu Feihong has a close relationship with the Beijing circle. Most of her films in later generations were set by people in the Beijing circle, and now she is also kindly reminding Lu Kuan.

She knows best what kind of virtue those people have. That is the urine nature that can be exerted to the extreme once they grasp your handle.

Boss Lu hugged her from behind, his chin on her shoulder: "Are you betraying the class and reporting to me?"

"What class do I have? They are sometimes unreasonable. Don't think that I am in the same group as them."

Yu Feihong is 33 years old this year, just at the age when her body and mind are mature enough to squeeze out water, which is relatively close to the psychological age of Boss Lu now.

Occasionally exchanging food insights and sharing the joy of fish and water can be considered a small adjustment to life.

The key is to be knowledgeable and rational enough, no need to worry about sticking hands or long tongues.

"Sister Yu, are you trying to kill me?"

Boss Lu looked at the sea cucumber steamed egg, yam medlar stewed mutton, and leek fried river shrimp on the table and was stunned.

"Your lust name is outside, how do I know if you can still do it? If you can't, wouldn't I be very disappointed?"

Involving the dignity of men, Boss Lu was unprecedentedly stern: "Not necessary!"

"But, it looks delicious, let me taste it!"

Boss Lu was mouth-hating and body-honest, praising while eating. It is still the knowledgeable big sister who loves people.

He has always been unaccustomed to Western food. After a whirlwind, Yu Feihong watched him with a smile, occasionally moving her chopsticks a few times.

"Actually, there is black-bone chicken soup. I don't think we can eat it, so I didn't make it."

"Do you still eat? If you eat, I will stew it. After you finish eating me later, drink the soup."

Sister Yu rubbed the young director under the table with a pair of black silk beautiful legs, looking more lustful than him.

"Forget it, forget it. I guess I will have a nosebleed tomorrow. If I make up again, I'm afraid I will have milk!"

"Then hurry up! Go take a bath, throw the mess here, and there will be an aunt to collect it tomorrow!"

The relationship between adult men and women is like an interesting tango. Between advancing and retreating, they are all dance steps of life.

Sister Yu danced tango with sweat, and the two had a dialogue from the depths of their souls.

The mess on the dining table was left untouched. The knowledgeable big sister gently cleaned up the current mess for him, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Yu Feihong took out the cigarette case and lighter from his clothes and handed them over: "Smoke?"

"Don't smoke, my mouth is numb, you are too crazy today."

The big sister didn't have any expression of shame: "It's been a long time, I'm hungry."

"All the trivial matters have been handled during this time, and now I am waiting for a few investments to arrive."

Lu Kuan sat stiffly on the plane and lay on a piece of white greasy: "Why don't you look for me?"

"I'm afraid you look down on me, thinking I'm greedy for your money."

Yu Feihong touched the face of this little man on her leg: "Actually, I'm greedy for your body, haha!"

At that moment just now, she felt that it would be fine to let herself die immediately, too enjoyable.

"Can you wear the suit skirt you used to be a teacher at Beijing Film Academy next time?"

"Pah! Don't let you defile my profession!"

Yu Feihong giggled: "Then you can also wear a Taoist robe next time, just like the one you had in *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*?"

Boss Lu: "Pah! Don't let you defile my faith!"

The two made a fuss and couldn't help but move. Yu Feihong also half-pushed and half-pulled to find a hip-wrapped suit skirt from the closet and put on black-rimmed glasses.

It was just missing a teaching whip, and the buff was full.

Next time, cos the Jinghong Fairy again.

The clouds collected and the rain stopped, and Sister Yu talked to him about business.

"In *Love Has a Past Life*, the ginkgo tree needs to shoot scenes of different seasons. Do you think I can use the special effects shooting method in *Otherworld* and *Zhu Xian*?"

"Yes, otherwise you have to run to different places or wait for the four seasons, or make props, which is too time-consuming and energy-consuming."

Lu Kuan twisted Yu Feihong's earlobe: "Use digital technology directly, shoot in autumn, and it is not difficult to adjust the autumn to the effect of spring and summer."

"How much is the special effects fee? I calculated it carefully, and I guess I can only take out less than 2 million for special effects."

"It doesn't take much, you just do a simple scene change, special effects are far cheaper than film."

Boss Lu gave the knowledgeable big sister a lesson: "Let me calculate the account for you."

"No matter how high your film utilization rate is, the film ratio will be 1 to 3 at most. A 120-minute movie needs at least 360 minutes of material."

"360 minutes of material is 90 volumes of film, plus transportation, washing, and converting digital formats, I will count it as 15,000, which is 135,000."

The black-hearted businessman began to promote his special effects products: "But you use a digital camera, and then take this part to Butian Film to do it, 700,000 done!"

Yu Feihong fiercely grabbed the little Lu and pinched it!

"You beast! I served you so well and still thought about making my money!"

"Hiss~~~ light, light!"

Yu Feihong laughed: "Whoever marries you in the future will really suffer. You have to be calculated by you when you sleep together every day, and you have to endure your going out to mess around, hey!"

Boss Lu thought that you are just this, others Little Liu was whored by me for more than 100 million and didn't complain!

"Then... let's do this, *Zhu Xian* has finished the first season anyway, and the equipment has a few months of vacancy, you take two Sony F900s."

These two are special digital cameras. Compared with the rental fee of the same level film camera Arri 535, it is about 5,000 yuan a day.

Simply calculated, even if it only takes one month, the rental fee of the camera is 150,000.

This is equal to giving her 150,000 for nothing.

But Sister Yu's quality, 150,000, is not expensive.

And I ate so many good dishes for nothing!

Yu Feihong refused to let him go: "I want the camera, what about the special effects fee!"

"80% off! No, no, 50% off!"

"I guess at most 300,000, okay? It's equal to the consumables and electricity for running the machine."

"That's about it!"

Boss Lu turned over and pressed her under his body: "Then... can you wear it as a Jinghong Fairy next time?"

"I'll consider it, ah!"

The Jinghong Fairy was pierced, and Boss Lu had a hat trick.

Body and mind were fulfilled, and Lu Kuan started the post-production work such as editing *The Curious Case of Benjamin Button* day and night in Beijing.

October 15, 2004, Bonsai Beach, Jiuzhaigou, Sichuan Province.

Liu Yifei has been in the group for a week.

"Mom, did you tell Director Zhang?"

"What?"

"That... that scene where Little Dragon Maiden loses her body!"

Liu Xiaoli and her daughter sat opposite each other in the RV, covering their mouths and laughing when they heard this: "Don't worry, I'm more anxious than you, and I communicated it when signing the contract."

"There won't be any nudity or anything like that, and it will be filmed in a beautiful and dreamy style."

Liu Yifei frowned: "She was defiled, what does it mean to shoot towards beauty?"

Liu Xiaoli smiled bitterly: "How does Mom know, anyway, it won't affect you."

"Hey, it's not Lu Kuan's play, otherwise he would definitely scold me."

"Huh?"

Liu Yifei picked up the script again and started flipping through it: "He hates actors who are not professional the most. If he asks to change the play because of this, he will definitely not agree."

Liu Xiaoli smiled and didn't speak, thinking that you still don't understand what a man's possessiveness is.

Especially such a young and vigorous young man is no exception.

"Alright, don't think about it. There is still some time for that scene. I'll go to Director Zhang to talk about the specific situation later when the rain stops."

The rain was heavy outside, so the crew suspended filming for half an hour.

Liu Yifei responded weakly, the autumn rain made her a little sleepy.

After taking a sip of strong tea, she forced herself to look at the script.

Suddenly, there was some movement from the extras outside the car.

"Wow! Director Lu!"

"Really? Holy crap, it really is!"

"Why did Director Lu come to us?"

Liu Yifei and her mother looked at each other, the little girl intuitively felt whether she had auditory hallucinations.

Lu Kuan was busy with the post-production of *The Curious Case of Benjamin Button* in Beijing, how could he have time to come to Jiuzhaigou.

Did he come specifically to see me?

The little girl thought of the storms in Yanda Huayi this week and had taken it for granted that he was venting his anger for her!

This washing machine, saying he used me to make money, must have me in his heart!

"Mom, I'll go take a look. Why didn't Lu Kuan call us in advance when he came?"

Liu Yifei hurriedly opened the car door, only in time to see a familiar back, it really is Lu Kuan!

The rain was getting heavier. Lu Kuan just arrived at the crew station and got on Zhang Jizhong's RV to hide from the rain.

Liu Yifei took out her phone and wanted to call him, but felt that she was too eager, and put it down again.

She suddenly felt the vibration of the phone and took it up in surprise!

Hey, Huang Xiaoming called, happy for nothing.

"Hello? Brother Xiaoming?"

"Xixi, why didn't you tell me in advance that Director Lu came? I just came down from Director Zhang's car."

"Ah... I didn't know he was coming either. What is he doing here? Visiting the set?"

Huang Xiaoming laughed: "The Golden Lion Award director has joined the group, okay, and will be a colleague with us for a week."

"Huh?"

Liu Yifei asked: "What do you mean?"

"I just heard when I was leaving, Director Zhang invited him to guest star in a role, and he has a rival scene with you."

"What role?"

Huang Xiaoming almost couldn't help laughing: "Zhen Zhiping, the little Taoist who bullied you!"

Bullied you... little Taoist...

Liu Xiaoli looked at her daughter's visibly lively face, and there was a trace of bitterness in her heart.

She heard the content on the phone.

She also saw her daughter's expression.

It is estimated that there is no salvation in this life.

Liu Xiaoli really doesn't know whether this is a blessing or a curse.

She had long had a heartfelt emotion that Little Lu was good at everything, except...

Forget it, everyone has their own creation. Her daughter will be eighteen next year, how long can she manage her?

Liu Yifei restrained her mood a little and turned to Liu Xiaoli with embarrassment: "Mom."

"Hmm?"

"Actually, I think actors should be more professional. You can't just... because the script is large or you don't like to shoot..."

The little girl said halfway, seeing Liu Xiaoli looking at her with teasing, she threw herself into her arms in shame and anger.

"I didn't mean that! Let me explain!"

Zhang Jizhong and Boss Lu sat opposite each other drinking tea. Old Zhang opened the window slightly, and the fragrance of mud after the rain rushed to his face.

"Old Zhang, the rain has stopped, let's go for a walk?"

Just after getting off the bus, the crew greeted them.

Boss Lu had no airs, shook hands and greeted one by one, satisfying the fans' needs for autographs and photos.

Damn, why is there someone asking me to sign Siemens!

At least sign a domestic brand!

He felt he could talk to Little Swan about endorsement.

"Lu Kuan!"

Liu Yifei jumped over: "Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came?"

Boss Lu sneered: "Why, are you the boss of this crew? I told Director Zhang, what does it have to do with you?"

"Can you manage food or housing?"

Zhang Jizhong laughed loudly and took them for a walk by the beautiful small pool.

He said with some emotion: "Director Lu, do you still remember the first time we met? It was also at this time."

Lu Kuan looked at him awkwardly. Are you okay?

Why do you, a big beard, talk like Liu Yifei now, walking in a girl's literary style?

"Oh! It really is, October 2001, I just came down from the mountain."

"Oh my god! It's unbelievable, Director Lu. You were still wearing a Taoist robe at the beginning, and now you are... hehe, it's amazing."

The big beard is not flattering.

He and Zhou Xun, Jiang Qinqin, and others were the first batch of entertainment industry figures that Boss Lu contacted in this space-time of rebirth.

These people, near or far, almost watched him walk to today in three years.

And it is still continuing, without a trace of stagnation.

Liu Yifei said excitedly: "I haven't seen you wearing a Taoist robe in person? I heard Huang Xiaoming say you are coming to guest star?"

"That's right, I also spent a lot of effort to invite Director Lu, Yifei, Director Lu is acting with you."

"I know, Zhen Zhiping."

Liu Yifei teased: "This role is not a piece of cake for a Golden Lion Award director like Boss Lu?"

"The key is that this image of a lecher is a true performance, belonging to the comfort zone!"

Zhang Jizhong glanced at Lu Kuan, who was smiling and not speaking, thinking that only you, Liu Yifei, have the courage to make this joke with him.

The big beard chatted for a few more words and left wisely. Liu Yifei, who had no scenes, accompanied Lu Kuan to walk in the woods near the crew.

She was in a very happy mood, picking flowers and grass for a while, and taking selfies with a silly smile on her phone.

Grinning and laughing, her hairstyle was messy, like a beautiful brain-damaged person.

The two walked in the woods of Jiuzhaigou. The path under their feet wound towards the distance, like a flexible ribbon inserted into the dense forest with tangled roots and knots.

Liu Yifei suddenly felt that the person beside her didn't move. She turned her head and looked over. The man frowned, his eyes wandering in the dense forest and stream.

This was the first time she saw this emotion in Lu Kuan's eyes.

It seemed to be nostalgia, it seemed to be sadness.

What's wrong with him?

A girl's mind is the most sensitive, especially at the age of seventeen like Liu Yifei, and her heart is tied to Lu Kuan.

"Why do I see that you are not in a good mood?"

Lu Kuan turned his head and looked at her, seemingly not infected by her optimism.

"It's okay."

"Here... is like the place where I lived when I was a child."

In his previous life, his hometown was in Shiao Village, Niushou Mountain, Jin Ling.

The landform of this forest land just now reminded him of the grave of his mother who died in junior high school.

The same babbling stream, the same lush green.

October 10th is his birthday in two lives, and also his mother's suffering day.

Reborn for three years, because of that lingering homesickness, he has never been back once.

Almost sleeplessly immersed in the editing room for the past few days, Lu Kuan was a little unable to come out of the play of *The Curious Case of Benjamin Button*.

The rough cut has been completed. Looking at the birth, aging, sickness, and death of Li Ming, whom he played in 160 minutes, he tasted the various states of the world.

He inexplicably had a sense of disillusionment between his previous life and this life.

The me of the previous life, the me of this life, which one is the real me?

The joy on Liu Yifei's face also slightly converged: "Where? Your hometown? I haven't heard you mention it a few times?"

Lu Kuan smiled at her: "It's been too long, I forgot what it looks like."

He sighed and changed the subject: "Little Liu, have you ever dreamed of becoming another person in your dream?"

"Are you talking about the script you wrote, *Inception*?"

"Hmm, almost."

Lu Kuan kicked the stones with his soles: "I bought the copyright of many *Science Fiction World* novels, one of which, the author of *Otherworld*, He Xi, also wrote a science fiction called *Six Paths of Sentient Beings*."

"It tells the story of six parallel worlds. Do you know what a parallel world is?"

Liu Yifei shook her head ignorantly.

"From a physics perspective, some theories such as the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics imply the possibility of the existence of parallel worlds."

"Under this theory, whenever a quantum event occurs, the universe splits into multiple different branches, each representing a possible outcome."

"For example..."

Boss Lu calmed down, eager to take this opportunity to tell the biggest secret in his heart.

"For example, there is another me in a different universe. He might be a scientist, a teacher, a policeman."

"Or a male public relations officer, haha."

Liu Yifei laughed: "The last one is more credible, can drink and can blow."

Lu Kuan didn't know what was wrong with him.

Perhaps he missed his mother in his previous life, perhaps the secret he carried was too heavy, perhaps the Liu Yifei in front of him was too harmless.

He gave her great security, and she also gave him inexplicable security.

The young director collected his mood in time and cautiously stopped mentioning: "Go back, I'll flip through the script, I'll have a rival scene with you tomorrow."

"Liu Liu Shishi, please lead me then?"

Liu Yifei was flattered by his flattery: "Easy to say, easy to say, just toast me two glasses of wine at night."

At 6:30, the crew finished work, and Zhang Jizhong called several main creators to hold a reception for Boss Lu.

Jiuzhaigou is in a special location. In 2004, if you want to find a high-end hotel, you have to drive dozens of kilometers. The dining location was simply placed in the Xingyu International where the crew stayed.

The main creators sat at a table. In addition to a few old acquaintances, there were Kong Lin who played Huang Rong, Meng Guangmei who played Li Mochou, and Chen Zihan who played Guo Fu.

Old Zhang introduced them to Lu Kuan one by one. Boss Lu, everyone knows, and is also very happy to have contact opportunities.

"Director Lu, you are a guest from afar, why don't you propose a toast?"

"No, no, you come, you are the host."

Boss Lu stared: "Or do you, Old Zhang, not prepare to pay for this meal tonight, want to hit my autumn wind?"

Everyone laughed.

The atmosphere in the wine field was very good, the big beard who was flattering, Huang Xiaoming with high emotional intelligence, and Liu Yifei who made jokes about Boss Lu unscrupulously.

"Eh, I suddenly found out, we are all from Beijing Film Academy."

Huang Xiaoming looked around: "Director Lu, Xixi, me, Teacher Kong, Zihan..."

"And me!"

A slightly sharp self-introduction came from the door of the private room: "Director Zhang, sorry, it rained heavily today, and the road from Chengdu was completely blocked!"

Everyone looked back. Yang Mi stepped on small leather boots and walked close, bowing slightly very politely: "Director Zhang, Director Lu, teachers, hello, I am Yang Mi, sorry for being late."

Zhang Jizhong laughed: "Little Yang, are you here for the feast?"

"Is this time calculated?"

Huang Xiaoming greeted diligently: "Mi Mi, sit here."

He moved to the side of Zhang Jizhong and left a seat for Yang Mi between himself and Liu Yifei.

Liu Xiaoli saw her hair wet and her age similar to her daughter, and took out a handkerchief from her bag with heartache.

"Little Yang, hurry up and wipe it, don't catch a cold."

Yang Mi smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Auntie, you are Liu Yifei's mother, right? So young and beautiful!"

Liu Xiaoli was praised and beaming: "Hehe, this child's mouth is really sweet."

"Xixi, you sit over there, don't squeeze people."

Yang Mi and Liu Yifei, who moved the stool, looked at each other and smiled. The two young little flowers met their eyes.

One is seventeen, one is eighteen.

One is cute, one is cunning.

Although Yang Mi is young, she has been a book model in *Rayli* and has mixed in the crew as a supporting role in *Red Powder Family* and *Beijing Fairy Tale*. She is very clear about the rules on this wine table.

She poured white wine by herself: "Brother Xiaoming, you missed one just now, I will be a freshman in the 05-class of Beijing Film Academy next year!"

"I came late, let's have a round first."

Yang Mi smiled and raised her glass to the oldest senior sister Kong Lin: "Teacher Kong, I toast you."

"Oh my god, can you drink white wine, child? Don't force yourself?"

Yang Mi waved her hand with a smile: "It's okay, I'm an adult, I've watched my dad drink at home since I was a child. How can a Beijing girl not drink two cups!"

Liu Yifei looked at her in surprise as she played a round from Kong Lin until Lu Kuan.

"Director Lu, we are sitting too far away, I will take a taxi over~~~"

Yang Mi held a small wine glass, her small leather boots kicked on the ground, and she walked to Lu Kuan with a graceful posture.

Boss Lu had been observing silently since she entered the door. Although she was only eighteen, she could already see a bit of shrewdness in later generations.

He also stood up politely: "Little Yang, right? Hello, you are free."

Yang Mi drank a few glasses of wine, her face was flushed, she raised her head and looked at the young director with a smile: "Director Lu, I have heard of your name for a long time, please give me more advice."

The two touched glasses and drank.

Little Liu, who was sitting on one side of Yang Mi, glanced at Lu Kuan's calm expression and felt relieved.

But she didn't see Yang Mi's eyes full of worship and ambition.

Cutting the water with a knife makes the water flow more, and raising a glass to eliminate sorrow makes the sorrow more.

Boss Lu usually doesn't get drunk, but today he has something on his mind, so he gets on his head while drinking.

Huang Xiaoming and Zhang Jizhong tried their best to accompany him.

Fortunately, the hotel was upstairs from the dining location. A-Fei didn't follow this trip. Everyone worked hard to get him to the hotel room.

It's a bit awkward now...

People who are drunk need to be taken care of, but besides men and little girls, how is this appropriate?

Liu Xiaoli was helpless: "You go, I'll take a towel to wipe Little Lu, and pour some water by his bed."

She was forty-five this year, old enough to be Lu Kuan's mother, so there was nothing to avoid.

Liu Xiaoli looked at Liu Yifei standing at the door without moving: "What are you doing, go back to the room."

"I'll wait for you?"

"Hurry back! A little girl, what does it look like if it spreads out?"

"Have you forgotten the rumors on the internet before? Still not remembering."

Liu Yifei stuck out her tongue in guilt and turned to leave.

"Mom... Mom..."

The little girl covered her mouth and laughed: "Did he recognize the wrong person, why did he call you Mom too?"

Liu Xiaoli was also a little dumbfounded. How could this be said? She was helping out, but she had an extra good son.

She suddenly remembered that when she celebrated Lu Kuan's birthday in the United States last year, he inadvertently revealed a trace of melancholy when making a wish.

"Is Little Lu's birthday just over?"

"Yes, October 10th."

Liu Xiaoli nodded, and her movements of wiping his face were gentler.

Growing up without a father or mother, he is also a bitter child.

She looked at her daughter standing at the door angrily: "Come here, help me drag him up together."

"Oh!"

"You still need me, and you still drive me away."

Liu Xiaoli patted her: "It's just seeing your silly energy, practicing there every day."

The door of the room was open, and the mother and daughter tried to drag Lu Kuan to the head of the bed. Liu Yifei heard his muttering more clearly.

Boss Lu's face was flushed, and his brows were locked, as if there was a sorrow that could not be resolved, which made the little girl's heart soften.

After tidying up for a while, the mother and daughter returned to the room.

"Little Lu... seems to have never mentioned his family."

Liu Yifei thought: "Hmm, I haven't heard it either."

No words all night.

The period is special, some sensitive comments involving politics from the iron fans have been deleted, please forgive me!

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(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 242 =====

In thousands of households in the land of Shenzhou, many parents exclaimed in surprise.

Isn't this Alain Delon!

He's here too!

Alain Delon is the protagonist of *Zorro*. This Italian-French co-production entered the mainland in 1978 and was one of the first Western films introduced in that period.

The heroic and righteous knight image of Alain Delon in *Zorro* is very in line with the aesthetic pursuit and spiritual intention of the Chinese people.

According to statistics, in China in 1978, more than 70 million people watched this *Zorro*.

It can definitely be called a blockbuster at the time, and it is still the favorite of many old movie fans who are old.

Alain Delon was invited by Lu Lu Kebei with Lu Kuan, but he himself is also very friendly to China.

In 1987, Alain Delon premiered *The Promise of the Police* in Beijing. He was one of the few foreign movie stars who came to run the roadshow in person.

Later, he also often traveled to China and held his 50th birthday party at Maxim's Restaurant in Beijing, which became a good story for this restaurant.

Teenagers in front of the TV watched their idol Liu Yifei introduce Chinese culture to French guests;

Middle-aged and elderly people in front of the TV watched their idol Alain Delon greet and take photos with Chinese director Lu Kuan and try on Hanfu.

From the 30-minute Golden Lion Award director-level promotional video at the opening, to the communication of Chinese and French cultural celebrities around Hanfu and Chinese culture at this moment;

The worship of idols and the pride of national culture going out were concretized at this moment, and the whole program was about to come to an end.

In thousands of households in the land of Shenzhou.

"Hmm... Travel TV's program is good. If there is one in the future, remember to call your father to watch it!"

"Dad, then the money for me to buy *Chinese Paladin* DVD and *Zhu Xian* cultural shirt?"

"Go find your mother!"

Just as Zhou Jun and the Yanda Huayi brothers said, Travel TV, as a local satellite TV that can directly face the national audience, is too sharp in Lu Kuan's hands.

This time, even if he didn't find the Ministry of Culture Art Department and Liu Yifei's father to help in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, even if the program couldn't be on CCTV, he could still use Travel TV to output his own content.

This is like a full-service loudspeaker that can speak at any time and face the national people.

As long as you don't seek death, Boss Lu can say whatever he wants and praise whoever he wants.

Of course, the premise is that you must have good works so that the audience can pay attention to your channel, which other satellite TV programs cannot do on a regular basis.

*Super Girl*, *Zhu Xian*, and prime-time TV series like *Lurk* and *Soldiers Sortie*, it would be good for other satellite TVs to get one.

Travel TV is rotating without stopping. Except for CCTV and Hunan TV, who can stand this!

After the *Hanfu Elegant Gathering* program, which was popular enough to go out of the circle, the heated discussion about such a cultural product and activity undoubtedly swept the entire internet.

Liu Yifei's fan count was about 8 million before *Otherworld*.

After the blessing of the domestic historical total box office champion lead actress and the explosion of *Hanfu Elegant Gathering*, it has exceeded 10 million.

This number is not exaggerated. In 2005, Xu Jinglei opened a blog for less than three months, and the click volume of the blog post exceeded 10 million.

What's more, the blog site in this life is the gathering place and essence of public opinion on the entire internet, and the traffic is second to none.

On the current blog site, only Zhou Jielun, Mei Yanfang, Liu Dehua, and others in the entertainment industry are on par with her, and the second echelon is the remaining Four Dan Actresses and the Two Bingbings.

At dawn, Liu Yifei uploaded a photo on the blog site homepage, without text, only a love heart.

In the photo is a group photo of herself, An Kang, and Liu Xiaoli in front of the T-stage of the Musée Luo Dan.

Not far behind the three, Lu Kuan was greeting international friends.

The netizens in the comment area were supernatural, and soon dug out that this man was Little Liu's old father and a diplomat at the Embassy in France.

So they started playing memes and @ Lu Kuan below.

"Washing machine, why didn't you lean over this time?"

"Are you afraid of being beaten by her father?"

"Liu Yifei's father, please arrest that washing machine on the spot, he has coveted your daughter for a long time!"

"For the sake of your daughter, I request Liu Dad to hang the washing machine on the cross of Notre-Dame de Paris!"

Liu Yifei laughed wildly and liked them one by one!

After teasing him on Boss Lu's homepage, those who had nothing to do went to Song Zude's Sina blog to spray every day.

In short, internet fun-seekers can't be idle.

Subsequently, the official blog of the Chinese Embassy in France issued a statement, specially appointing Miss Liu Yifei as the China-France Cultural Exchange Ambassador, making contributions to the exchanges between China and France in film, fashion, and food.

Liu Yifei forwarded the blog, posting a few red hearts, national flags, and small fists.

The CCTV homepage of the blog site forwarded the 30-minute program video from last night, and the Ministry of Culture Art Department and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs Embassy in France gave real-name likes.

The face and subsequent sensational effect of this event continued to be pulled full, so in addition to Song Zude, there was one more Zhang Nara who suffered.

The expedition army came under the blog post where Zhang Nara previously wore Korean ethnic costumes to participate in cultural exchange activities.

"Dead Korean, are you still proud?"

"Who isn't a cultural exchange ambassador?"

"Zhang Nara, take off the Korean ethnic clothes on your body! That's copying China!"

"Support the floor above! Take off the bra and so on, that's copying the West!"

"Support the floor above and the floor above, take it all off and repost the blog post!"

This PR drama tailored by Lu Kuan for Liu Yifei has come to an end.

The counterattack against Yanda Huayi and Song Zude's attempt to cut down his cash cow is about to begin.

(End of this chapter) ===== CHAPTER 241 =====