Chapter 311: The Manhattan Trial

On January 24th, US East Coast time, Seeing Lu Kuan met with Martin Scorsese to discuss film artistry regarding the rough cut of his *The Departed*.

By this time, the joint letter controversy in the mainland had subsided, but a newly hatched conspiracy was brewing.

In the eyes of some, Boss Lu, who still bore the name of "Little Immortal," perhaps never imagined that she would have a role in this major event.

Meanwhile, *Tangshan Earthquake* officially finished its domestic run, reporting a box office of 310 million. After a mediocre and sluggish first week, it pulled off an extremely beautiful reversal.

The reason for this was that *Zhang Wuji* was stimulated by the *Steamed Bun* controversy and news of North American returns, causing its reputation to hit rock bottom, and this portion of massive traffic was captured.

Seeing Lu Kuan himself received positive encouragement due to a series of interviews with world-class media in North America following the sale of Mytube, as well as the positive feedback from *Larry King Live*.

Along with the strong support from the Tangshan government, the Art Department of the Ministry of Culture, and other units, the ticket subsidies from "People's Cinema" and the good reputation of the *Tangshan* crew's public welfare work.

Together, they created this figure for the King of the New Year slot.

Except for the last week remaining in the North American screening period, box office figures for other regions such as Asia and Europe were also released one after another, with a total box office of 400 million RMB.

Adding in the DVD copyright sales from various regions, before the total North American box office figures were released, the film had basically recouped its costs, and the final North American box office and DVD shares constituted the net profit of the *Tangshan* project.

Some were happy while others were sad; the staff at Wenjie were still working overtime in the days before the New Year to finish up, while *Zhang Wuji*, which had been out of theaters for over a week, seemed to be terminally ill.

In Director Chen Kaige's courtyard study, his wife Chen Hong kept pouring tea for her husband, listening to his sighs one after another.

Total investment of 280 million, domestic box office of only 160 million, and European box office of 200,000 USD.

The North American copyright was transferred to Warner Independent, and it could only be screened on a small scale in over 200 theaters; as of now, it had been released for ten days with a box office of 400,000 USD.

Warner Independent was just a subsidiary of Warner, whose main business was producing and distributing art films and foreign-language films, and the number of screens in their hands was limited.

Just yesterday, Chen Kaige and Chen Hong lost their last glimmer of hope; the North American DVD copyright negotiations for *Zhang Wuji* were declared a failure.

According to the news passed back, it was a brutal Jewish fat man from Miramax, a power figure in Hollywood, who was causing trouble.

Director Chen understood instantly; Harvey never did anything without profit, he was just someone's lackey, and this was naked revenge.

But what could he do?

Even if he put down his aloofness and self-esteem to ask Han Shanping or Director Tong to come forward to make peace, the richest man in the mainland was currently in North America and simply wouldn't come back!

Today he was accepting an exclusive interview with *Time Magazine*, tomorrow he was mingling with a humorous host on a talk show, carefree and enjoying the fruits of victory.

Chen Hong, after all, still had to consider her husband's self-esteem, so she cautiously probed: "Kaige, should we ask the uncles and elders to let his proposed massacre film pass the review?"

"You want to surrender?!"

Chen Kaige frowned, and with an unpleasant expression, he was about to scold her: "It's just one film that lost money, it's the audience who has no taste, don't try to persuade me again!"

Chen Hong sighed inwardly, but she dared not comment on the matter of *Zhang Wuji*; Chen Kaige was already a bit reactive.

Moreover, ever since his massacre script was rejected, Wenjie had never resubmitted the application, which was also very strange.

With his current energy, it shouldn't be a problem, right?

"Kaige, should I go to the United States?"

Chen Hong steadied her mind; she was the producer of this film, and she didn't want to bear the infamy of a huge loss; how could she transition behind the scenes in the future?

Chen Kaige raised his eyebrows and looked up at her: "You?"

"Yeah, I'll just say it was all my idea, apologize and admit my mistake, right? It's no big deal." Chen Hong looked calm.

Men want face, what face do women need?

Besides, competing with such a person, there's nothing shameful about losing.

If a soft word can recover millions in costs, why shouldn't this business be done?

Chen Kaige stroked his chin and narrowed his eyes to look at his beloved wife.

Although she was already middle-aged, it didn't affect her beautiful features and graceful posture at all, and because of the baptism of time, she added much more charm of a mature woman in her actions and speech.

"No! You can't go!"

Chen Kaige instantly thought of someone's infamy; wouldn't this be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth? He instantly felt green on his head!

Chen Hong was really a bit annoyed now: "Why? Isn't it enough if I take all the blame on myself?"

"Kaige, don't treat him like a twenty-four-year-old young man; he has more depth and power than many people you know. We were wrong in not putting him in his proper place, and rashly..."

"Enough!"

Chen Kaige had just raised the teapot in his hand, but thinking that if he smashed it, he wouldn't even have a tea set for the New Year, he put it down sullenly.

"Don't say any more. In any case, you are not to go. Don't you know what kind of person he is?"

Chen Hong was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted. Under her husband's scrutinizing gaze, she felt both ashamed and embarrassed, as if she were really going to send herself thousands of miles away...

"Screw you, dirty mind, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

The most beautiful Chang'e returned to her room and opened her computer to check Boss Lu's official blog.

If he won't let me go, so be it. Knowing where he is recently, it's fine to make a phone call, right?

"Huh? What is this?"

Chen Hong was shocked; she seemed to have seen something incredible.

She clicked on Tianya, Maopu forums, and other portal websites with lightning speed, and without exception, she saw...

【Genius director embroiled in sex scandal, victim plans to speak out tomorrow!】

This newspaper (website) recently learned that a famous young director and billionaire in our country had excessively intimate contact with an underage actress during last year's Oscars (as shown in the picture).

A year later, the actress will personally visit a North American TV station to clarify the events of the past few years and accuse the former of his vile conduct.

Reprinted from *The New York Times*.

Immediately following was an uncensored picture.

Intimidated by Boss Lu's power, domestic websites, even though they scrambled to report and reprint the news, didn't dare to point out his identity directly.

Of course, judging from the picture, there was no one who didn't recognize this pair of entertainment industry gossip figures who had just created explosive news in August.

The spread of this news was terrifyingly efficient.

Because it superimposed the title of the richest man in the mainland just conferred by domestic netizens, and superimposed the reprint of *The New York Times*, which seemed very high-end in this era.

The two parties involved: one was the "Washing Machine" who had supported countless paparazzi since his debut, and the other was a top-three young actress in the mainland entertainment industry in terms of blog fan count.

Even though she had been in North America for four or five months, Liu Yifei's figure had never disappeared from the big screen or small screen, such as in the currently popular *The Return of the Condor Heroes*.

Without exception, portal websites like Blog. com, Sina, Sohu, and Tencent quickly launched a major discussion.

"Isn't it fine to just issue a news release and accept an interview? Why go to a TV station to talk about it?"

"US presidential elections are all conducted on TV stations. In North America, this counts as a very formal news event. It seems the Washing Machine is in trouble."

"Since she is accusing him of suspected molestation of an underage girl, why not call the police? Is Liu Yifei taking revenge?"

"When a Chinese person commits a crime in the United States, the US can intervene according to the principle of territorial jurisdiction, but after a year, evidence certainly cannot be provided. It's estimated to be another headless injustice case, just like Michael Jackson."

The comment section quickly had "know-it-alls" comparing the similarities between Boss Lu and the Jackson incident:

Michael Jackson was also accused by the parties involved in newspapers and media of child molestation, and then sued in court.

The first time was the Jordy case in 1993, and the final result was insufficient evidence, no prosecution.

The second time was the Gavin case, which only concluded in 2005. The Santa Barbara police and prosecutors raided Neverland on a large scale, but in the end, there was only the testimony of the parties involved, and the 12 jurors still found him not guilty of child molestation.

But what was his ending?

Even Michael Jackson, who was found not guilty, is now heavily boycotted.

Concerts canceled, residence surrounded by protesters, he himself received death threats and suffered from depression.

For Seeing Lu Kuan, it is now her former underage heroine who is going to issue an accusation on live TV.

From a legal perspective, it's the same as Jackson; there won't be any evidence.

But moral condemnation is enough to kill him.

In fact, this so-called live TV broadcast has nothing to do with legal condemnation; it is an attempt to imitate the Jackson case and carry out a moral murder against him.

Using the misleading nature of false reports, the loss of control over image shaping, and the deviation of public perception to directly knock this richest man in the mainland to the ground.

By the time he turns back and cleanses the filth from his body like Jackson, the Olympics will have nothing to do with him, the massacre film will be postponed or even boycotted, and his career at home and abroad will also enter a low point.

This is the ultimate goal of the Japanese right-wing groups who view him as an enemy, just like the means used to persecute Iris Chang back then.

And for Wendi Deng, even if things don't go as planned, she hasn't left any fatal handles that can be criticized.

She didn't place Liu Yifei under house arrest or control her personal freedom; in the News Corp office, she said she was free to stay or go.

This is an open conspiracy.

Secondly, Wendi Deng's behavior belongs to inducing others to publish false statements, damaging others' reputations, and lowering others' social evaluation.

Even if there is solid evidence, this is at most defamation, and Liu Yifei has no conditions to preserve evidence at all.

Only her testimony serves as isolated evidence, which cannot form an effective chain of evidence.

At the US federal level, defamation in this era still belongs to the civil category; there is no criminal legislation, and suing her afterwards is better than nothing.

Wendi Deng is not stupid; she had already removed herself from the situation.

As for Wenjie's revenge?

The current Wenjie Holdings is not quite enough to look at compared to a behemoth like News Corp with a total asset scale of 55 billion USD. (Note 1)

Moreover, this is the North American home field, the home field of Murdoch, who has the most TV stations and media resources, and the latter has world-class public opinion influence.

With huge returns and extremely low risk, why wouldn't Wendi Deng, who has always dared to fight, kill, and seduce prime ministers, do it?

For neutral fans who are watching the fun, they are still inclined to believe that this belongs to the young actress in the mainland entertainment industry falling into hatred from love, just a sequel to the birthday party plot.

You people in the entertainment industry really act out a good play!

Older netizens think this is not a big deal.

Compared to Boss Lu speaking out for the Olympics in North America and promoting national culture and history, these are just minor flaws in private morality.

Go look at how many wives Director Chen has? The story of Director Zhang and the Empress Gong?

Can this even count as a matter?

But indeed, once it touches the word "underage," under universal values, it still looks a bit unsightly.

People will habitually ignore that Boss Lu is only five years older than Liu Yifei, and automatically substitute Little Liu into a vulnerable position bullied by unspoken rules.

Little Liu's fans, naturally, have already been made flammable and explosive by the pictures and news.

Having successively gone through struggles with evil forces like Song Zude and Jang Na-ra, the combat power of the "Fairy Fans" has been trained over these years.

Of course, they don't know the truth of the matter, and they began to attack the Washing Machine and his fans crazily.

Previously, Boss Lu and Little Liu were close, and fans were just blacking for fun and teasing.

Now that they know the "Fairy Sister" in their hearts has been wronged, all kinds of fierce words are ready to come out.

"I've long been unhappy with the Washing Machine. Xixi, you are very brave, I support you!"

"The water in the entertainment industry is too deep and too black. If it could start over, I hope you become an ordinary girl."

"Chinese people must bravely say no! Regardless of whether he is the richest man or not!"

"The Washing Machine is truly covering the sky with one hand in the mainland entertainment industry. Xixi still has to be abroad to have the courage to speak out for herself."

Compared to the Fairy Fans, Boss Lu's fans are a bit thin and weak, because they can't wash it!

This damn Washing Machine has long been stigmatized, and even the fans themselves are inclined to believe this is true. The photos are right there, how to explain?

Of course, there are still some die-hard fans who have gathered the romantic affairs of great directors around the world to compare and exonerate Boss Lu.

Woody Allen is a master, right? Incest!

Polanski is a big shot of the post-New Wave era, right? Rape!

And there is Bergman, the master of masters recognized by the world today; he has had dozens of girlfriends in his life!

This is not some greasy fat male director in his forties or fifties molesting an underage actress; Director Lu is just falling in love with his own actress because of the play.

Two compatible young men and women falling in love, even if it didn't come to fruition, shouldn't be cast into the abyss, right?

Come, come, art is art, private life is private life. It's just comparing who is worse, who can't do that?

It's just that such a statement is not enough to convince the public; after all, Little Liu's image in the hearts of fans is truly a bit perfect.

Not the kind of fake-person perfection packaged, but a very grounded purity and kindness, which can be called a clear stream in the entertainment industry.

Even after the 825 Yifei Incident, some young male fans unfollowed because she had someone in her heart.

But more public opinion recognizes her pure love and her generous failure.

This time, she must have been wronged in some incredible way to stand up and accuse this big villain of the mainland entertainment industry!

Little Liu's fans across the network and passersby who couldn't stand it swarmed out and quickly occupied the last blog post Boss Lu sent, which was a photo of him and Martin Scorsese in the studio.

The comment section had 20,000 floors, and at least 18,000 were sprayed.

The most liked one was automatically pinned by the system: Kill the Lu dog! Save Xixi!

This reply, with nearly 10,000 likes within two hours, continued to collect public opinion majestically, like that red flag planted by the Soviet Red Army on the Imperial Reichstag building.

Comrade Seeing Lu Kuan, who has been identified by Little Liu's fans as the Axis of Evil in the entertainment industry, is just like Comrade Hitler, who is also proficient in Impressionist painting techniques...

Looking precarious.

Meanwhile, with the pushing of interested people, the joint letter that had already been knocked into the dust quickly radiated a second spring.

He is rich, he is talented, and he has indeed made contributions to the Olympic cause and cultural output.

But what about private morality?

Even Liu Yifei, whom he single-handedly promoted, has to stand up and accuse him. Doesn't that explain many problems?

Almost without contacting Boss Lu, the teams at Wenjie and Blog. com started "Clean Net Action" at the first opportunity.

It's just that this incident is indeed phenomenal, and their sphere of influence can never cover the entire network; they can only do their best to carry out crisis public relations first.

Two hours after the pool incident fermented, Zhuo Wei's latest blog released a picture of himself waiting for a flight; this number one paparazzi in the entertainment industry is going to New York in person to follow up.

In the blog post, he wrote with emotion:

In the currently popular *The Return of the Condor Heroes*, the Little Dragon Maiden played by Liu Yifei and the Zhen Zhibing played by Director Lu have a love relationship that is not very beautiful.

Now, this kind of relationship has actually walked from the play to reality. It looks so nonsensical and bloody, and it makes people sigh at the impermanence of fate.

Five months ago, they were still a pair of lovers who had fate but no chance; now they have actually gone from loving and killing each other to fighting to the death.

Friends, wait for my first-hand news!

At the end of January, it was two or three days away from the traditional festival of the Chinese people, the Spring Festival, and the people of the whole country were basically in a semi-rest state.

This news from the North American mainstream media fermented rapidly, and it was talked about by word of mouth both online and offline, and interpreted in a flowery way.

There are those who dig into Boss Lu's love history from the beginning, and those who find all the photos of these two and look for clues in their eyes.

There are also those who went directly to the set of *Protégé* to find the other party involved, Bingbing, for an interview.

The latter called the young director at the first opportunity, and naturally pretended to know nothing at this time.

In fact, since the birthday incident, she had been busy filming and rushing to announcements, and Boss Lu had been busy with the Olympics and *Tangshan*, and the number of times the two met could be counted on one's fingers.

A flame was ignited in Bingbing's heart by him, and she had been striving towards the grand blueprint and the target image of "Fan Ye" that he had drawn.

As for Liu Yifei?

She didn't think this seemingly dangerous scene was any abyss for that man.

Just look at her own experience; he is a devil who likes to control people's hearts.

Zhang Huijun, Tian Zhuangzhuang, Mei Yanfang, and others were naturally anxious, calling the young director on the other side of the ocean one after another.

But what is extremely strange is that Mei Yanfang, Zhou Xun, Su Chang, and others not only couldn't get through to Seeing Lu Kuan's phone, but also couldn't get through to Liu Yifei's or Liu Xiaoli's phones. In sharp contrast to this were the celebrating Lu Tianmin and his son, and the Japanese right-wing Ge Gexi Xiong sneering coldly behind the scenes.

There were also Cheng Tian and Yanda Huayi watching the show. Having had many previous lessons, even if they had reached this point, they didn't dare to rashly speak out, and were all silently waiting.

When a whale falls, everything lives.

Wenjie's rise all stems from his, Seeing Lu Kuan's, great success in the film industry.

If he really is embroiled in scandals like Michael Jackson, his film career is boycotted and he never recovers, loses the strong audience base in the mainland and other regions, and no longer has the Olympic director halo he might have originally obtained.

What else does he have?

That is when the powerful forces will launch a major counterattack. Aren't the actors and directors that Wenjie has worked hard to cultivate all fruits of war that everyone can divide?

——

The two parties involved in the pool incident: one is in the New York Plaza Hotel, which opened in 1907, worrying while facing the huge floor-to-ceiling window, thinking about tomorrow's live TV broadcast.

The other just came back to his senses from the artistic discussion with his old friend Martin Scorsese, and got off the plane in Champaign, Illinois.

This trip was to communicate and exchange some film scripts with Iris Chang for the last time, but the phone hadn't stopped since he got off the plane.

He sat in the car in a trance, as if the weightlessness on the plane hadn't dissipated.

On the newspaper in his hand, that photo reprinted by the media under News Corp was so conspicuous, making his thoughts drift back to the Roosevelt Hotel this time last year.

Looking at the highly directional wording in the text message, he almost understood instantly that this was Wendi Deng's response.

But what was her motive?

Such a person wouldn't connect and invest so many resources just to do something that harms others and doesn't benefit herself.

According to the theory that the beneficiary is guilty, Ge Gexi Xiong and Lu Tianmin and his son are not to be mentioned for now; they are grasshoppers that will be settled with after the autumn, and they won't be able to jump for long.

What roles did Cheng Tian and Yanda Huayi, or even other entertainment companies, play? Have they already joined forces with her?

After all, News Corp in later generations racked its brains to enter the mainland media industry, and even in this life, it's no secret.

The taxi stopped in front of Iris Chang's house; A-Fei had already rushed from Los Angeles to New York.

"Seeing Lu Kuan, you're here."

Iris Chang greeted him with a worried look: "I've heard everything, what are you planning to do?"

"I called both Xiaoli and her daughter, and my husband went to check their house in Hyde Park, but there was no trace."

Boss Lu smiled: "Don't worry, I entrusted someone to contact her female bodyguard; she is safe, just temporarily inconvenient to contact the outside world."

Iris Chang's expression calmed down, and then she became alert: "Is this matter targeting you?"

Seeing Lu Kuan wondered: "Sister Chunru, haven't you doubted whether I am indeed a bad guy who bullies Little Liu?"

Iris Chang smiled helplessly: "You are willing to spend years filming such a thankless film; I don't believe you are such a person."

"Besides, I've lived with Xixi and her mother for four or five months, and every time you are mentioned, her expression..."

The young director opened his eyes wide: "What expression?"

"Wait until you meet, go see for yourself." Iris Chang left a suspense and didn't reveal some of the girlish thoughts she had observed.

Boss Lu's expression was a bit heavy: "The events of these few months started from when I announced the massacre film in the country."

"It should be them."

This "them" made Iris Chang's face turn pale instantly; she recalled those unbearable harassments and mental tortures she had endured.

Accusing her book content of being purely fabricated, calling it "the most annoying weird talk" and "the most offensive point of view."

Saying her work was absurd, ridiculous, vulgar, and false, attempting to portray the Nanjing Massacre as a global hallucination.

Spending huge sums of money to bribe historians to carry out baseless smearing and criticism of her work, calling her a sinner who destroys peace.

Including going to her offline book signings and speeches to make trouble, spreading rumors that she was mentally ill, writing threatening letters, attempting to harass her family...

Because she felt the same, Iris Chang almost shed tears.

She held Seeing Lu Kuan's hand tightly, looking at this young director who was fourteen years younger than her: "Little Lu, you've worked hard."

Seeing Lu Kuan comforted her: "It's not hard; any Chinese person with a conscience would do this."

"These ghostly tricks are not worth worrying about; they can only secretly bring me some small troubles."

"Don't worry, Sister Chunru, this film will appear in front of audiences all over the world with the grandest posture."

"Except for Little Liu, I will invite a powerful cast from all over Hollywood for the Western roles in the film, such as Vautrin and the priest. I haven't returned to the country yet just to prepare to contact the actors."

Iris Chang was extremely gratified, her eyes red as she kept patting the back of his hand, not knowing what to say.

She was not an ignorant housewife; she knew how high the cost of such a film and such a cast was, and she knew how much of a price this film would have to pay if it wanted to be released normally.

Just by setting up the project, the bayonets of the enemies lurking in the dark had already stabbed over without hesitation.

"What are you planning to do about Xixi's matter?" Iris Chang invited him to sit in the living room, and the two discussed countermeasures for this crisis.

Boss Lu shook his head: "The information I know now is too little; I can't be sure."

"Tomorrow is the live TV broadcast; what we can do is actually very limited."

"Before I came, I asked the bosses of Miramax and Lionsgate to help me contact other media and film company bosses. If there is really trouble after tomorrow, we must quickly suppress the discordant voices."

Vertical and horizontal alliances are an eternal proposition in commercial competition, especially the complex relationships among the Big Six in North America.

Boss Lu still had some resources that the giants were interested in; this time, it was a coincidence, and he could find a few heavyweight allies for himself.

After all, the strength of Lionsgate and Miramax was still slightly weak.

This was also to prepare for the release and promotion of the massacre film later, cultivating partners who intersect with interests in advance.

The two chatted about the film and the script again until ten o'clock in the evening, when Iris Chang went to Little Liu's room and changed a set of bedding.

"Is it okay for you to stay in this guest room? It used to be Xixi's bedroom, and she hasn't come to stay for a few days."

"I've changed a set of bedding for you."

Boss Lu laughed: "It's fine, I don't dislike her; it's just lying down for one night, and I'll fly directly to New York tomorrow morning."

Iris Chang told the truth: "I'm afraid she dislikes you."

The young director touched his left chest unconsciously: "Also, Little Liu has a bit of a violent tendency now, better not provoke her."

Like Liu Yifei, the owner of this guest room, Seeing Lu Kuan sat at the table under a dim desk lamp, looking at Iris Chang's historical materials.

Huh?

What is this?

Boss Lu inadvertently pulled out a notebook without a cover and opened it curiously.

【August 25, 2005, Weather, Sunny to Cloudy】

A sad day.

Today, I put a full stop to my three and a half years of youth, although this stroke was written so difficultly, I have no regrets.

The three words "I love you," the focus is on "I."

I just need to do what I think is right, be worthy of myself, and not hurt others.

Five hours have passed, and I finally have the courage to recall the farce that just ended...

The handwriting was heavy, and every stroke seemed to have used great effort, which could be seen through the back of the paper.

The handwriting was also mottled, and the three words "I love you" were almost blurred by tears.

Seeing Lu Kuan stretched out a finger to smooth out the undulating creases. The genius director's unique imagination of the lens made it easy for him to visualize the scene of that night.

It seems to be a diary, and it's a diary started from that day.

The "thick-skinned" and "control freak" in Liu Yifei's mouth obviously didn't have the consciousness of respecting others' privacy, and he continued to flip through it naturally.

【August 29, 2005, Weather, Sunny】

Saw him at the airport in the morning, a bastard with extreme control, a black hand behind the scenes in the entertainment industry, a bastard with a luxurious private life!

He was wearing sunglasses and seemed to be rubbing his eyes constantly; it must be the problem of cutting films again.

A bit of... heart... heart ache for a hair! I might as well feel sorry for myself!

Don't know what to say, sent a message, goodbye...

【September 8, 2005, Weather, Sunny】

Officially enrolled today. Heard from Sister Chunru that my tutor is an expert in psychology.

I seem to be able to ask him about the abnormality of the Washing Machine holding me tightly that day. Is the dog thing a psychopath?

By the way, speaking of the dog thing, neighbor Jessica gave me a dog today.

Just call you Lu, be wronged for a while, otherwise how can I vent my anger?

【October 1, 2005, Weather, Cloudy】

It rained all day last night, and the wheat fragrance of Champaign spread far away.

Coming back from a walk in the evening, Mia found a hateful follower, and there were many candid photos in the camera.

Sister Chunru said he was already used to it; they are all monitors bought by the right wing, no need to pay attention.

This sentence "used to it" made me feel so sad.

She also said that when the film starts shooting, we might all be harassed and targeted.

Sometimes think about it, he also endured a lot of pressure, right?

Earthquake, Olympics, Massacre...

Honestly, he is really not a bad person; he has done a lot of things for the country and society.

But these thoughts, even if they could be shared a little bit...

【October 15, 2005, Weather, Sunny】

Sixth on the wealth list? The math of the person who ranked this is so bad; that Lang Xianping's calculation is also wrong.

If you knew that Blog. com and Mytube were also his, wouldn't you be shocked?

Took a few classes, thinking about his way of handling company affairs and ideas, it's impressive.

Such a person, it's too difficult to catch up...

【October 16, 2005, Weather, Rainstorm!】

What Golden Rose? Buying a painting for 15 million? Are you okay?

What's wrong with 17 years old? I'm 18 years old! Who hasn't been young???

When I was 17, I was so beautiful that the Washing Machine couldn't move his eyes!

Liu Yifei, fight for your breath! Study hard, find a chance to surprise that dog thing!

【October 21, 2005, Weather, Sunny to Cloudy】

A few days ago, I gave Professor Xi Kaiyuan the Washing Machine's personality traits, means of handling things, personality tendencies, and some cases.

He seemed very surprised and said he would go back to study it.

We chatted in the office for a long time today, and this top American psychology expert told me that this is not a human...

No, not a normal personality.

Professor Xi Kaiyuan said that Seeing Lu Kuan's personality has very strong Machiavellian personality traits.

This personality trait focuses on effectiveness, using any means to achieve goals, treating others as tools in interpersonal communication, being good at calculation and manipulation, and viewing fighting as a pleasure.

Machiavellians disregard moral and ethical constraints to achieve goals, and like to use strategies and schemes to achieve goals.

Unlike this, Machiavellians are mostly for realizing personal desires.

But Seeing Lu Kuan is also persistent in national affairs; he is a perverted Machiavellian personality.

In addition, he also has paranoid personality traits.

Manifested as general distrust and suspicion of others, he is accustomed to using interests to bind everything to satisfy his sense of security, and treats feelings indifferently and casually.

Even, Professor Xi Kaiyuan said, such people are very likely to be incompetent and withdrawn in emotional expression because they have been stimulated.

Thinking about his performance over the years, I choose to believe the expert; he really has a mental illness.

Just don't know what stimulation he received before going down the mountain.

Boss Lu felt a bit red when he saw this. What kind of expert is this!

And you, Little Liu, can words like "incompetent" be used blindly?

If there was a camera set up in the room at this moment, perhaps the footage captured would make Seeing Lu Kuan himself feel surprised.

He would be surprised that so many expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy could appear on his face.

With Boss Lu's current status, it is rare for people who are not close to him to be able to detect his true emotions.

Following the little girl's diary, weather, and mood, he saw how she spent every day in these nearly five months of separation.

A soul that is still optimistic, proud, and pure after being hurt leaps onto the paper, dancing in this world full of compromises.

At the same time, she has also become more mature, having a deeper understanding of the laws and truths of the operation of this world and society.

These are all life experiences she didn't have in her previous life, and all the joys, sorrows, and joys of walking in the world will become the emotional footnotes for her to move towards a top actress.

The night is deep, and Champaign at the end of January is still in the severe winter. The cold wind outside the window is biting and sobbing.

The villa courtyard is surrounded by a circle of black cast-iron fences, and the snow on the fences has begun to freeze, forming crystal-clear ice edges.

The withered branches, like lonely palms reaching into the sky, shrink and collide in the cold wind, making a "creaking" sound, breaking the silence of the night.

Boss Lu, with a thousand thoughts, stands in the cold wind smoking.

Just as Iris Chang never doubted that he really did evil to the underage Little Liu, he never doubted that Little Liu would backstab him.

He was just worried that this girl was too stupid and stunned, or fell into hatred from love, or was coerced and used by others to do some things that he couldn't remedy and were unexpected.

In the night sky of Champaign, the waning moon of the 29th day of the lunar calendar hangs high.

Seeing Lu Kuan exhales a puff of smoke deeply, staring fixedly at this waning moon.

Manhattan, New York, Liu Yifei sits in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, wrapping herself tightly with a blanket.

She also sighs a long, turbid breath, staring blankly at this waning moon.

A bright moon rises above the sea, and we share this moment at the ends of the earth.

Lovers resent the long night, and thoughts arise all night long.

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