Chapter 312

WNYW is a TV station in New York, and the channel name is Fox 5.

As the name suggests, this is the flagship TV station of the Fox Broadcasting Company.

Fox 5 has a long history and has extensive influence in the New York area, covering New York City and the surrounding metropolitan area.

Today, Fox 5 has a special program that was announced in advance, which has aroused heated discussion among many American audiences.

Just two days ago, Chinese director Lu Kuan, who had just sold Mytube for 2.3 billion USD, was rumored to be involved in an underage sex scandal.

Boss Lu has long been no stranger to North America, and his fan base may even be larger than that in the country.

Because the foreign devils don't care about his reputation as a "Washing Machine," they only look at whether the film is good and whether the person is interesting.

This Chinese genius director, who once talked and laughed at the Oscars and outperformed the comedian host Rock, is suspected of having molested his own underage heroine.

That pool photo has been widely circulated on social media, especially Mytube.

Because the heroine is a famous Chinese-American blogger on Mytube, her popularity among the Chinese community in North America is extremely high, even exceeding her role as the Blue Moon.

Regardless of the result of today's live TV broadcast, Little Liu has become a household name in North America, at least among the more than 5 million Chinese-American population.

January 28th, shortly after 6:00 AM, New York Plaza Hotel.

Liu Yifei has woken up from tossing and turning; she watched the moon until very late last night.

Inevitably, feelings of anxiety, panic, and helplessness filled her brain.

She forced herself to calm down and began to wash and put on makeup.

Facing the mirror, looking at her bare face, Little Liu couldn't help but think of the day at the Rosewood Hotel in Vancouver, when he leaned in to evaluate her face.

What a pity, didn't trick him into recording it for her!

The little girl thought about his comments at the time, saying that her double eyelids were not very obvious small fan-shaped double eyelids, and the inner corners of her eyes had some epicanthic folds.

Also said that her eyeball exposure was not high, and she should take the path of a cold beauty.

Hmm...

Listen to him once.

As an artist, she naturally had received makeup training.

Self-taught some art, and could be considered to have some color appreciation ability.

Liu Yifei chose a beige eyeshadow to prime the eye socket, then applied dark gray eyeshadow in the double eyelid crease, blending gradually from the end of the eye to the head of the eye, making the eyes look deeper.

Looked carefully, and added some color to the triangle area at the end of the eye to increase the three-dimensional effect.

After finishing, Little Liu looked at herself in the mirror; it was indeed sharper and colder.

His aesthetic eye is truly impeccable.

The little girl didn't seem to have noticed it herself; since she watched the moon last night, the figure of that person in her mind had been flickering.

Because she was afraid.

Subconsciously, she urgently needed to find an image that could give her a sense of security, only him.

In the room of the luxury hotel, there was a bottle of golden rum. To build up her courage, the little girl poured herself a glass, savoring the taste that was first soft and then spicy.

At this time, there were still more than two hours until this accusation, which had been dubbed "awakening of female consciousness" in advance.

About 1.5 miles away from the New York Plaza Hotel where Little Liu was staying, there was a coffee shop called Caffe Reggio.

This coffee shop opened in 1927 and was the first coffee shop in the United States to serve cappuccino, full of history and artistic atmosphere.

At 8:00 AM, a Chinese youth in a suit and sunglasses walked into the coffee shop.

He looked dusty, as if he had just gotten off the plane, sitting in a window seat without saying a word, just constantly looking at his watch.

From this angle, he could just catch a glimpse of a corner of the WNYW TV building.

"Sir, what would you like?"

The Chinese youth joked: "Do you have alcohol?"

The waitress was about to spread her hands helplessly, but caught a glimpse of the shallow smile on his side, which carried a scholarly and comfortable demeanor.

It seemed like a spring breeze, teasing the few freckles on her face, which jumped along with her unconscious smile.

This Chinese youth seems a bit familiar...

"Sir, you are really joking, but I am Mexican, I have a bottle of privately bottled gold tequila..."

The Chinese youth's eyes lit up: "Good, do I have the honor to taste it?"

The freckled girl looked left and right, and shook the spectacular chest in front of her without a trace: "Quiet, I'll pour it for you secretly."

Two minutes later, a glass of amber-colored gold tequila was placed in front of the young man, pressed with a note.

The latter took out a tip, but didn't pretend to be romantic and stuff it into the freckled girl's chest, just smiled and handed it into her tray.

Unfolded the note printed with red lips and a phone number, and glanced at the Mexican girl who was observing him secretly not far away.

In order not to hurt her self-esteem, the youth smiled and stuffed the note into his jacket, and raised his glass to signal from afar.

Not long after, Harvey brought a thin and sharp man into the coffee shop.

The Jewish An Lushan quickly locked onto the back of the Chinese youth.

"Lu, we are here, let me introduce."

"This is Iger from Walt Disney, this is Lu, you two should have heard of each other long ago, right?"

Iger, the successor to Disney tyrant Eisner.

In a sense, his rise to power was inseparable from the previous conspiracy between Harvey and Lu Kuan.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have condescended to come to a coffee shop today to accept the invitation of an Eastern director.

The Chinese youth was naturally Lu Kuan. He buttoned the hem of his suit and stood up to shake hands with the etiquette and demeanor of the upper class. The two observed each other.

"Lu, the film is shot well, and the business is done well."

Iger started from the grassroots level at Disney, and was previously the group president of the American Broadcasting Company (ABC).

He is familiar with social customs and is not a leader who is out of touch.

Boss Lu smiled: "Overpraised, it is indeed rude today, but there is a reason for it, please forgive me."

Harvey invited Iger to sit down, and the three power figures in the Chinese and American film circles chatted at this coffee table by the window.

Iger caught a glimpse of the amber-colored liquid of the gold tequila and said with some surprise: "Lu, you seem to be an alcoholic."

"You remind me of Woody Allen; he once almost drank himself to death in front of me."

"Haha, I don't love drinking, but I like drinking with friends."

Time was urgent, and he went straight to the point: "Iger, Wenjie is willing to be friends with Disney."

Iger laughed: "Did I hear that right? If you said Warner, Fox, Paramount were willing to be friends with Disney, maybe I wouldn't be so surprised."

The undisguised look-down was said through a joke just like that.

Being friends with Disney, you Lu Kuan don't seem to be qualified enough.

Even if your conspiracy with Harvey had some objective help to my rise to power.

But in business, saying such things is arrogant.

Arrogant is arrogant, today's meeting with Iger was something Lu Kuan asked Harvey to help him bridge no matter what.

Because more than two hours later, Little Liu, who walked out of the Fox TV station, didn't know what kind of tragic situation she would face.

To this day, he still didn't know what Liu Yifei would say, do, and how she would deal with the dead end in front of her.

But Lu Kuan knew that if possible, she would definitely turn the blade inward, preferring to hurt herself rather than backstab him.

Wendi Deng's fangs, which she couldn't get, had appeared, and he needed to counter.

How to counter?

Only by looking for allies.

Among the Big Six, Iger of Disney had some friendship with Harvey, plus the past events of Eisner being forced to resign, so they could still talk.

At the same time, Iger, who had just taken office, was also eager to clear the influence of his predecessor, and the loose alliance with Fox could definitely not be called flawless.

For Lu Kuan's demands, the American Broadcasting Company, Disney Channel, ESPN, and other media forces under Disney were also effective tools for refuting rumors after today's incident.

But the premise of all this was that he could negotiate this cooperation today, before Little Liu walked out of that building.

It's just that like Iger's contemptuous question, what qualifications does your Wenjie have to talk about cooperation with Disney?

"I'll mention a piece of data, Mr. Iger should not be able to deny it."

"Every year, China strictly limits imported films to twenty. Disney only had *Brother Bear* in 2003, none in 2004, and only *Winnie the Pooh* last year. I see the situation this year is also precarious, right?"

Iger said solemnly: "The Chinese film market is still small, and our share ratio is only 13%, which will not cause much loss to Disney."

"I admit that Disney may not care about the profit of more than 10 million USD per year, but what about five years later, ten years later?"

Boss Lu took a sip of spicy tequila and threw out a set of data: "The number of screens in mainland China in 2002 was more than 1,500. As of 2005, there were more than 3,700. The total box office in the mainland in 2005 exceeded 400 million USD, an increase of more than 300% compared to 2001."

"You should also have noticed the efforts made by Fox and the News Corp behind it to enter the mainland market."

"Including the judgment of Glickman, president of the Motion Picture Association of America: the Chinese film market is not an iron mine, not a silver mine, not even a gold mine, but a diamond mine in the future!"

Iger spread his hands: "So what? After all, the quota of 20 imported films per year is limited. Do you have a way to bypass the authorities?"

Iger was calm on the surface, but as a Disney executive, before replacing Eisner, the group realized the huge development potential of the Chinese market.

One of the landmark measures was the opening of Hong Kong Disneyland last September, and the Shanghai Disneyland project that had been negotiating since 1993.

Boss Lu smiled: "I have two suggestions. If Mr. Iger agrees with the huge potential of the Chinese market in the future, I can solve your confusion."

"Okay, please speak." Iger was indeed aroused with some interest.

"First, only China Film Group has the right to import films, but both China Film Group and Huaxia have the right to distribute imported films."

"Outside the so-called quota of 20 imported films per year, there are actually another 20 film quotas that can be coordinated."

Iger was naturally proficient in this, but he was a bit unbelievable: "You mean buyout films? Are you willing to do buyout films?"

This involves some regulations on national film imports.

The quota for film imports in our country is actually 40 per year, of which 20 are revenue-sharing films, and the other 20 are buyout films, commonly known as "batch films."

The 20 revenue-sharing films are naturally shared by China Film Group and Huaxia, and they also basically occupy their vast majority of time and energy, so they have no time to take care of batch films.

In actual operation, China Film Group and Huaxia will hand over the batch film quota to other companies for distribution and promotion, and collect a small part of the profit themselves.

The reason why Iger was unbelievable was because batch films have a very strong gambling nature, that is, the actual distributor needs to buy the film copyright first and then send it for review. If the film doesn't pass the review, it will lose money.

In a sense, it is no different from gambling on stones.

But is this still a problem for a reborn person?

For example, *The Expendables* in 2010 was distributed by the domestic company Chuangshixing for 500,000 USD in the form of a batch film, and the final box office was 216 million RMB.

This figure only ranked after *Avatar*, *2012*, *Transformers 2*, *Transformers*, and *Alice in Wonderland* that year.

The Chinese youth was full of confidence: "Iger, I am a director and a businessman. You have to believe in my judgment on whether a film can sell."

"On this point, you can verify it with Harvey."

The Jewish guy supported: "That's right! Lu is the smartest Eastern director I've ever seen, just sometimes stingy with giving more advice to this friend of mine!"

"Disney also has many independent film companies. I know that you Big Six are both loving and hating these independent companies. I think some films can be distributed through me as batch films to solve worries."

Not to mention the distant ones, Harvey's Miramax in front of him was because of the discord with the parent company Disney and Eisner that they fought.

Iger let out a long breath; it is indeed a feasible path to solve redundant films, but this doesn't seem enough.

"Harvey told me that you want to cooperate deeply with Disney in the film and media fields."

"Given your current public opinion crisis, if you want to use Disney's media power to solve problems, I think you need to show more sincerity."

Boss Lu looked at him with a smile: "I have a second suggestion, but the plate is larger when operated, I hope Mr. Iger won't be surprised."

Iger raised his eyebrows, signaling him to continue.

"Wenjie can sign a slate agreement with Disney."

"Slate agreement? How much capital can you take out?"

"The initial capital is no more than 500 million USD, and it will be added according to the profitability of the project."

The budget of Hollywood films is extremely high. Since the 1990s, it has mainly been to recover costs in advance through policy loopholes and pre-sales in Japan, Germany, and other places, just like Lu Kuan's *The Foreign Land* in 2002.

But in 2005, Germany began to repair tax law loopholes, and the financing of Hollywood film companies became more and more difficult. Even for the Big Six, they needed to introduce living water.

Iger teased: "In 2003, Paramount and Merrill Lynch established the Melrose slate, and the final cooperation was not very happy."

"This year, Fox and Dune Entertainment also established a 325 million USD slate, and the industry is waiting to see."

Disney's new president smiled: "Your capital strength cannot compare with the bankers on Wall Street, and your industry resources cannot compare with independent companies like Dune. Why should Disney cooperate with you?"

"Because I have a diamond mine behind me."

Boss Lu outputted Olympics and Eastern culture crazily in North American media. It shouldn't be too much to use the motherland to support the scene at this time.

"Mr. Iger must know that the share ratio of domestic films and co-productions is 41%, and imported films are 13%."

"I have the largest film company in the mainland, a self-contained film industry chain, and I have a close relationship with the head of China Film Group. You can investigate these yourself."

"If Disney wants to take the path of batch films, I am willing to provide help."

"If Disney is willing to establish a slate agreement with me, whether it is imported films or co-productions, I am your best partner, none other."

Boss Lu revealed the bottom line: "Of course, I still suggest using slate investment to cooperate on co-productions."

"According to the current growth rate of the Chinese film volume, Disney films will easily get a box office of more than 100-200 million USD in the mainland in the future. How big the gap between 13% and 41% is, I don't need to say more, right?"

Iger was truly lost in thought this time, weighing the pros and cons of this matter in his mind.

But for Lu Kuan and Wenjie, introducing Disney, except for being criticized for bringing a wolf into the house, is almost all beneficial.

For example, using the low cost of batch films to earn huge profits, for example, using Disney's distribution network in North America.

If this *Tangshan* had the help of Disney's distribution, the box office figures would obviously go to a higher level.

In the early stage of business development, Lionsgate and Miramax were suitable partners.

But as the plate gets bigger and bigger, and potential competitors get more and more, Boss Lu must also use interests to bind more allies.

It was nearly 9:00 AM, and the sunlight shone on a corner of the table of the three through the glass of the coffee shop. Iger looked at the Chinese youth in front of him thoughtfully.

"Lu, I suddenly want to drink some alcohol too."

Boss Lu understood, the big matter was settled, and his heart was slightly relieved.

The freckled girl jumped forward, collected another 20 USD tip, and secretly sent up three glasses of gold tequila.

The TV in the coffee shop was turned on. I don't know who tuned it to Fox 5. It seems that quite a few people are paying attention to this "court accusation."

In the corner, three film industry leaders in suits and leather shoes were drinking morning alcohol in a very strange way in a coffee shop with a long history.

There wasn't even a plate of peanuts on the table.

Harvey teased: "Lu, your little girlfriend seems to be about to betray you, not worried?"

Boss Lu raised his glass: "With Mr. Iger of Disney, what is there to worry about?"

The Jewish guy belongs to the fifty steps laughing at the hundred steps, reversing the heaven and earth; you'll know whether you're worried when you're metooed.

Little Liu is not one of your flashy cheap goods.

Looking at the program opening on the TV screen, the Chinese youth drank a mouthful of tequila, mixed with the aroma of vanilla, roasted wood, and cinnamon, sweet and spicy.

——

Sweet and spicy.

At this moment, Little Liu, who had just walked into the studio, also had this physical feeling.

She drank two small glasses of golden rum in the room. She, who had almost never touched alcohol before adulthood, was quite unaccustomed to it, but she also fell in love with this feeling.

Dizzy, dreamlike.

"Yifei, did you sleep well last night?" Wendi Deng patted her on the shoulder from behind: "Did you drink?"

Little Liu pursed her lips and nodded, with a nervous expression: "Can't sleep, I just want today to pass quickly."

Wendi Deng originally wanted to hint and threaten a few more words, but seeing her pitiful little look, she gave up.

Don't drive her to a mental breakdown later.

All arrangements and choices are open cards; Liu Yifei doesn't even have the possibility of dying together, she has no reason to commit suicide.

"Don't be nervous, after today, you will be a female leader, a rising star."

The huntress put her arm around her shoulder and pointed to several guests at the program scene through the backstage.

"See that lady in a curly hair dress? Her name is Gloria, the founder of the Women's Media Center."

"Next to her is Jane Fonda, a columnist for *New York* magazine, a leader of the women's movement."

"The one in the first row is the Harvard female president Faust I managed to invite."

It is worth mentioning that the predecessor of this Faust, Mr. Summers, claimed at an academic conference earlier this year that there are innate gender differences in the high-tech field.

This caused public anger, was attacked by feminists, and was finally forced to resign.

This is also the direct reason for Faust's rise to power, and since then she has become the first female president in the history of Harvard.

As of 2006, the women's movement in the United States has spread from the grassroots to universities, and it has a somewhat vigorous trend.

Wendi Deng still has a consistent strategy, listing these big figures in front of Little Liu one by one to exert pressure.

No matter how chaotic your heart is at this moment, you have to sing this play today, whether you want to or not.

New York time 9:00 AM, it is 10:00 PM in the country, and countless audiences are discussing and waiting on various websites.

Compared to foreign audiences, the mainland obviously has a larger scale of concerned groups.

It's just that foreign TV stations cannot directly broadcast live footage on mainland websites, and various portals, Tianya, Maopu, etc., all use delayed graphic live broadcasts to avoid supervision.

"Lights?"

"In place."

"Sound?"

"No problem."

Located in the world-class media center in Manhattan, New York, Liu Yifei looked through the backstage at the big figures with noble names arriving at the scene, and the seats were full.

Above the studio, the lights gathered like bright stars from all angles.

A small microphone was pinned to her collar by the staff, touching her pretty face, and the cold touch made her tremble slightly.

Liu Yifei took a deep breath and took one last look at the street scene like a ukiyo-e on Sixth Avenue, not knowing where he would be now.

In a simple and elegant ladies' suit, with waterfall-like raven hair and exquisite features, she stepped on high heels and walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.

In her heart, this step was no different from stepping into the abyss.

The opening music sounded, and host Snow raised the microphone: "Welcome today's guest, Miss Crystal."

American TV hosts are very good at closing the distance and unloading the guest's defenses: "Crystal, you seem a bit nervous."

"You are studying at Booth, right? I also studied philosophy and economics at the University of Chicago, we are alumni."

"Hello, I'm not nervous."

Snow smiled: "Yes, I believe that the guests present today will give you strength." He faced the camera: "Before the program starts, I want to briefly introduce this beautiful Eastern lady today."

"Crystal, Chinese-American, lived in the United States for more than four years, and became a famous Chinese actress after returning to the country."

"According to our investigation, her popularity on China's largest social website exceeds 12 million, and her popularity on Mytube also exceeds 4.5 million."

"Wow, an amazing number."

"At the same time, *The Foreign Land*, which she collaborated with Leo in 2002, was once popular in North America..."

Snow's introduction had a turning point here: "Crystal, mentioning *The Foreign Land*, we have to mention the core figure of today's topic, your director Lu, also the famous former boss of Mytube."

"Tell me, what is your mood and mental state now? Are you sure you can handle the topics and scenes about him?"

"We all know how deep the harm you suffered from him is."

Full of Western-style conspiracy-flavored hypocrisy, this kind of concern behind premeditated murder simply made Liu Yifei nauseous.

Until this moment, facing the countless long guns and short cannons at the scene, the little girl calmed down instead. She had a kind of calmness of stepping into the execution ground.

"Yes, anytime."

Everything went smoothly, and Wendi Deng behind the scenes showed a smile. How she wanted to see what kind of expression would appear on that annoying face at the first opportunity.

At this very moment, countless Chinese and foreign audiences concerned about this matter are sleepless all night.

Iris Chang, who had been tossing and turning all night, watched the live broadcast on TV, and guessed in her heart how she was going to do it.

Huayi, Cheng Tian, and a group of conspirators hiding behind the incident were already prepared to celebrate.

Mei Yanfang, Zhou Xun, Zhou Jielun Chou, and other relatives and friends, Tian Zhuangzhuang, Director Zhang, Zhang Huijun, and other teachers and old friends, all watched all this with emotion.

Falling into hatred from love, why be like this!

Even Bingbing, who had finished filming, was hiding in her hotel room alone, constantly refreshing the computer interface.

In her heart, the ambition that had just been cut off and almost completely uprooted didn't seem to dare to emerge.

But at this very moment, she couldn't help but substitute herself into Little Liu at the scene.

If it were me, what would I do?

In the office of the Beijing Municipal Committee, Leader Liu was still working overtime to review documents. He called Secretary Li in and tuned the website.

The Olympic Organizing Committee's plan and the director selection opinions had been submitted to those leaders for approval. No matter how much confidence he had in Lu Kuan, he had to cheer up to care about today's big scene.

If things didn't go as planned, he would have to abandon the car to save the commander.

Harvey and Iger had left. The Chinese youth watching the live broadcast in the coffee shop took a light sip of the amber-colored liquid in the glass, thinking about whether to go buy a bouquet of flowers later.

What flowers?

He didn't know what flowers Little Liu liked, and he couldn't dig up a kapok tree, right?

This was seen from her diary.

Fox Media Center, Snow launched an inductive inquiry.

"Crystal, you've known Lu since you were over 14, right?"

"Yes."

"When did his first physical contact with you start? Do you remember?"

"He taught me acting, told me how to breathe, stretch, warm up, and vocalize."

Snow didn't give her time to think: "Under what circumstances did he first touch your sensitive parts, such as your chest or buttocks?"

"Never happened so far."

"What?"

Liu Yifei faced the camera and firmly repeated again calmly: "I said, never happened!"

The scene was in an uproar, and the feminist editor of *New York* magazine spoke: "Child, don't be afraid, America is a democratic and free country, you don't need to worry about any form of persecution."

Wendi Deng behind the scenes had a terribly gloomy face, with a very bad premonition in her heart, but she seemed to find it unbelievable.

She gave orders to Snow through the headset: "Oppress her!"

Snow is a Fox celebrity, who once served as a White House spokesperson in later generations.

He received the order, but the words he said were more like bayonets, bloody stabbing at this little girl who seemed to be about to recant in court.

"The theme of this live TV interview today is that you suffered from the inducement and molestation of a certain director when you were underage."

"But you seem to want to change this topic now?"

"Did you receive threats and intimidation? Please say it out loud! Who is it!"

Snow's rapid-fire questions pushed Liu Yifei into a corner. She looked at the Fox celebrity with mocking eyes and revealed a meaningful smile.

Coupled with today's smoky eyebrows and autumn eyes, and scarlet lips, she looked extremely aggressive!

"I did receive threats and intimidation, but are you sure you want me to say it?"

Snow was stunned, and then there was a roar of anger from Wendi Deng in the headset.

Some things can be done but not said, even if everyone knows what's going on.

Lu Kuan is not an ordinary person; he is the richest man in the mainland and has a certain international reputation in the director industry.

Wendi Deng's roar was just to let Snow stabilize the scene and not make it a case of mutual destruction.

But Little Liu is not a child anymore. Now she sees the rules of the entire society more deeply and thoroughly.

She believes that as long as the degree of this farce today is maintained in a certain balance and they don't completely tear their faces, that man will definitely have the ability to turn things around and remedy them, and the incident is still under control.

But Snow and Wendi Deng don't know!

In their hearts, if this little girl really says something without restraint, they will also be passively involved in a big scandal.

As for temporarily cutting off the signal?

The program question has reached this point, with so many live broadcasts and audiences across the country and the world, coming to a power cut and network cut now is just "there is no silver three hundred taels here," trying to cover it up.

Even the few black hands who secretly framed Michael Jackson, knowing the failure of the court response, didn't dare to give up halfway.

Some things, once the first step is taken, there is no way back.

Taking advantage of Snow's stunned moment, Liu Yifei expressed her true demands firmly, clearing his name.

The reason why she pretended to agree to Wendi Deng was to wait for this moment.

She could have escaped, but the photo incident would undoubtedly ferment into a stronger storm, and the difficulty of refuting rumors again would be extremely great, and she and Lu Kuan would undoubtedly both be hurt.

Rather than this, it is better to enter the game herself. Just as Wendi Deng thought, photos won't speak, but people will.

It's just that the words spoken from her mouth obviously make those who are close happy and those who are enemies hurt, and her own fate will also be unknown where to go.

Little Liu raised her head proudly. Clearly beautiful and elegant like a weak girl, the words she said were exceptionally loud.

"Snow is right, I've known Lu since I was fourteen and a half, he is my acting teacher."

"In these four years of getting along, for me, he indeed cannot be called a perfect person, but to me, he has never had any overstepping behavior in sexual relations."

"The theme of this TV interview today, all the public opinion outside, is not from my own autonomous will, but a complete frame-up!"

"Just because he wants to film some films that rectify history, just because he inadvertently offended other people's interests!"

"Some people! Want to destroy him like destroying Michael Jackson! I don't allow it!"

She wore the cold makeup he described and looked at Snow and the camera indifferently.

The gentle smile that appeared inadvertently was the innocent background color revealed after getting her wish.

Wendi Deng placed a balance in front of her that seemed to have no choice at all. No matter who came to take the test, the answer was extremely obvious.

Pity she is Little Liu.

No matter how many weights were placed on that end of the balance, as if the heavy snow pressed on the branches, almost breaking the balance rod.

But this side of the balance is him!

The romantic and wandering him, the stunning him.

The him who fished her out of the surging black materials when she was drowning, and also the him who pushed her into the emotional dead end with his own hands.

The soul mentor who led her into the hall of acting, and also the culprit who shamelessly occupied her youth.

She would rather step into the endless abyss herself than wave that silver makeup knife destined to be used for self-harm, cutting the ropes entangled on the two of them.

At the Fox studio scene, the guests also whispered a bit out of state, discussing this farce.

Only a few feminists in the front row were not very satisfied.

Champaign, Iris Chang and her parents watched the live TV broadcast.

Iris Chang's mother looked at Liu Yifei, who was like a brave female warrior on the screen, with emotion, muttering constantly in her mouth.

"Chunru, she is like you, she is really like you."

Looking at her daughter who had dedicated her life to the conscience of history, Iris Chang's face was already covered with clear tears.

She would never forget the *Nanjing Massacre* book signing at Times Square in 1998, when countless right-wing elements and reporters swarmed up.

Mutiny, looting, destruction.

She also stood in front of ten thousand people just like this, holding her book tightly, standing on the long table for signing, shouting for justice and conscience.

It is no different from Liu Yifei, who is fighting against the Fox Center and all those who are ill-intentioned in the world at this time.

Leader Liu looked at the messages popping up on the interface after the delay, smiled and shook his head, and finished the last sip of hot tea in the cup.

"This kid, his life is really good."

Mei Yanfang, Zhou Jielun Chou, Zhou Xun, Tian Zhuangzhuang, Little Liu's classmates and teachers from the 02 class, and all relatives and friends who care about these two...

Everyone sighed in unison, and felt it was a matter of course, as if things should have been like this.

Because that is Little Liu.

Only some petty people who are engaged in small tricks have begun to feel desperate.

Some are agile, and seem to be able to foresee the coming crazy revenge.

"Snow, destroy her." Wendi Deng gave the last instruction backstage, and then left in high heels.

The slender high heels accompanied the strength of the steps, and the hatred in her heart seemed to pierce the floor.

At the studio scene, Snow took out the pool photo, and it was displayed on the screen behind him synchronously.

"Is this photo you? Is it really happening?"

"Yes."

"You are facing away from the camera, now please tell the audience your expression at that time."

"Don't remember."

"Good!" Snow directed the backstage to play a short clip again, Liu Yifei turned her head, and it was the famous scene on the night of August 25th.

Snow tapped the pool photo in his hand crisply with his finger: "January 2005, you were 17 years old at the time, an underage girl and a director, in such a private place, had such private actions."

"Since you said it wasn't forced, can I understand it as you being active?"

He went a step further: "Are you using your body to seduce this artist and billionaire?"

Liu Yifei said in a deep voice: "I..."

"Wait a moment, please look at this video." The celebrity host didn't give Liu Yifei any chance to defend herself, and Little Liu's tragic Don Quixote-like scene was replayed again.

Coupled with carefully prepared subtitles and scene descriptions, the uproar at the scene was like a mockery full of malice, whipping the little girl's self-esteem fiercely.

She had some trembling of dry mouth and tongue, forced herself to calm down, and didn't fall into the enemy's conspiracy because of impulse.

Snow's questioning was steady, accurate, and ruthless, not giving her the same speaking space as before: "You, an underage actress, had intimate physical contact with a big director."

"This video tells the whole world that he seems to have rejected your love."

"Then I seem to be able to exclude that when this pool photo was taken, you were pure, loving contact."

"At that time, you were completely a thorough underage female who seduced a great artist and great director for the sake of the film and the role, right?"

Looking at Liu Yifei, whose face was like gold paper, seemingly falling into extremely painful memories, Snow grasped the timing and repeated it sternly again:

"Crystal, tell me!"

"Was it him who forced you! Or did you seduce him!?"

The scene was silent, and all the audiences watching this live interview also fell into dead silence.

The Fox celebrity host, who once served as a White House spokesperson in later generations, cleverly used meticulous rhetoric to push her into a zero-sum game again.

If you want to save someone, you have to commit suicide!

The echo from the devil lingered in Liu Yifei's ears. This is the price of your recanting in court!

The little girl's throat rolled, and her clear eyes were a bit lost for a moment.

All the spotlights and camera lenses at the scene aimed at her in unison, like dirty black guns, wanting to pry the answer they wanted from her mouth.

She couldn't explain.

The tragedy of love at the birthday party is an undeniable fact. Do you want to waste your breath talking about her unrequited love?

Snow is on the side, say more and make more mistakes.

Since she decided to step into the abyss with one foot, don't have any nostalgia.

Seeming to be relieved, the little girl's tense body relaxed a bit, calmly martyring for love, resolute and magnificent.

"Yes, I seduced him."

Forcing herself to calm down and taking off her headset, Liu Yifei turned and left the studio resolutely. She knew she was heading towards darkness.

Snow let out a long breath, finally able to nail someone to the pillar of shame.

He turned back to face the camera: "Okay, it is clear that this episode revealed a slightly complex and bizarre relationship."

"It is a pity that our heroine seems to have lost herself, intoxicated by the power and desire of the entertainment industry..."

Liu Yifei, who left in a hurry, didn't hear any more words.

Liu Xiaoli, who had been blocked by security, had red eyes and hugged her daughter who had lost her soul tightly.

"Mom, let's leave here, I don't want to cry here."

Mia protected them and took the elevator downstairs.

Walking through the empty lobby on the first floor of the Fox News Center, the marble floor was as bright as a mirror, reflecting her slender figure.

The sound of high heels, like urgent drumbeats, pushed Little Liu's pace to accelerate.

The lobby outside also seemed to be full of reporters, blocked by security.

Liu Yifei walked out of the lobby unconsciously with her head down. She was afraid that the arrow-like sunlight would shoot down and sting her eyes.

The colorful pedestrians and traffic on Manhattan's Sixth Avenue, and the towering buildings standing side by side and reaching into the clouds, all made her feel uncomfortable.

She just wanted to find a place to hide herself now.

Unintentionally, suddenly a familiar shout came to her ears.

"Little Liu."

The girl looked up in a trance and found him in the crowd.

The tear glands that were about to collapse were saved at once, and then she smiled brightly.

The media people trying to interview on the streets of Manhattan, New York, were moving. There were high-end ones like Disney's ABC and other large and small news agencies, and grounded ones like the number one paparazzi in the national service who came to the scene to follow up.

Boss Lu was holding a bouquet of irises, dressed extremely formally and appropriately today.

He stood in the crowd, carrying a demeanor of grace and leisure, majestic and dignified, like jade.

"Flowers for you."

Liu Yifei didn't know if she had drunk too much in the morning, and she hadn't come back to her senses yet.

Facing the sun, looking at him, it was as if she had stepped out of the storm.

She had some sweet anxiety in her heart: "Wh... what do you mean?"

Little Liu stared blankly at the fresh flowers in her hand, and was suddenly hugged by the man beside her.

Behind her was the Fox News Center that had just wanted to put her to death, and the towering building was like a cold and grim sword.

In front of her were countless North American news media. At this moment, she didn't know that 80% of them were here to do crisis public relations for her.

Beside her was the man she had just risked everything to maintain.

But how could he... in front of so many people...

Hug her?

Facing the microphone of the American Broadcasting Company belonging to Disney, Lu Kuan suddenly turned to her, smiling like a bright moon entering his arms.

"I can prove that Crystal just lied."

"In fact, I am pursuing her."

"What coercion, inducement is purely nonsense, some unscrupulous media's hype gimmicks are simply boring to the extreme."

Liu Yifei opened her beautiful eyes wide and looked at the man beside her, with an expression of disbelief, as if she, the party involved, was the last to know the news.

The black reporter from ABC asked in surprise: "Then the program just now..."

"I will figure out the ins and outs of this farce today and reserve the right to pursue it through legal means."

The crowd was crowded, and with two beeps of the horn, A-Fei drove a Cadillac DTS temporarily borrowed from Harvey and stopped slowly.

Xinhua News Agency reporter Qi Heng seized the opportunity to step forward: "Boss Lu, may I ask what the film that Miss Liu mentioned just now for rectifying history has to do with today's incident?"

He nodded friendly to the compatriot reporter: "Please wait patiently for follow-up news, thank you."

Under the long guns and short cannons, the Chinese youth was wearing a dark gray double-breasted Chesterfield long coat, standing tall like a pine in the rustling cold wind on Sixth Avenue, with a cold expression.

He was tall, with a retro and majestic temperament, protecting Liu Yifei, the girl he admitted he was pursuing, in his arms, and very gentlemanly closed the car door for her.

The noise outside the car stopped abruptly, isolating the malice of this world for her.

Seeming to suddenly think of something, Boss Lu turned around and waved: "By the way, reporter Qi, Happy New Year's Eve! See you again."

The Xinhua News Agency reporter looked at the richest man in the mainland he had interviewed not long ago, and could only politely watch the luxury car drive away.

Seeming to have a feeling, Qi Heng recorded a few words in his sketchbook, which were passed to his mainland blog later, causing a sensation instantly.

【Xinhua News Agency North America Branch reporter Qi Heng】

This doesn't seem to be a simple commercial rivalry; there are intricate related parties behind it.

Will a farce of public opinion become a serious drama of history in the future?

Some people's feelings are plain, rubbing against the years in the fireworks of firewood, rice, oil, and salt, and exploring life in the gaps of daily trivialities.

Their love is the lonely lamp left for each other in the cold night, the shoulder to rely on when tired, flowing long in ordinary days, and nourishing gently between porridge and rice.

Some people's feelings take the world as a chessboard, with thousands of people as the audience, rising and falling in the tide of the times, and shining together in commercial struggles.

Their love is a strategic bond under the business situation, a soul fusion between cultural collisions, surging thoughts in the change of power, and triggering resonance in the evolution of history.

The picture is the young director with a bright and clear wind and moon and the beautiful girl with a shocked expression standing side by side, the latter still holding a bouquet of irises in her hand.

Reporter's note: The flower language of iris is purity and elegance. The English name of iris is also the English name of our beloved Ms. Iris Chang.

The words Boss Lu gave me are also given to all compatriots, Happy New Year's Eve!

(End of chapter)