Chapter 316: Liu Yifei: Kill first, then punish the heart?

Fellow villagers meet fellow villagers, stab each other in the back.

While the entire North American Chinese circle was still celebrating the Spring Festival warmly and happily as usual, a "fellow villager feud" between fellow villagers had already become rampant.

On February 4th, Alan Dershowitz was hired by Chinese director Lu Kuan as the joint attorney for Liu Yifei and himself, and submitted a lawsuit to the New York Civil Court.

The lawsuit was based on the grounds that Wendi Deng, the wife of News Corp's Murdoch, was suspected of inducing others to publish false remarks, damaging others' reputations, and requested the court to sentence her for defamation.

According to current US law, the jurisdiction of defamation cases is usually determined by the defendant's place of residence, the place where the infringement occurred, and the court where the damage occurred.

This crime currently has no criminal legislation in the US, and the jurisdiction level of the case is relatively low.

But given the social status and influence of both parties involved, the case was transferred to the New York Supreme Court the day after it was officially accepted by the Civil Court.

As mentioned earlier, Wendi Deng obviously had a backup plan, and her behavior did not cross the legal bottom line.

Therefore, the task Lu Kuan gave to Alan Dershowitz, the great lawyer who had helped O. J. Simpson escape conviction and defended Harvey in the #MeToo movement, was to first drag her and Fox down and fight a war of words.

There would be calculations later.

For a time, there were countless rumors about Xiao Liu's Fox 5 live television broadcast.

There were many local print media in New York, but there were mainly three or four comprehensive newspapers with wide coverage.

*The New York Times*, founded in 1851, is a representative of high-level publications, nicknamed "The Gray Lady," and has good credibility and authority globally.

The newspaper wrote:

The reason why Chinese director Lu Kuan is troubled by public opinion in the US this time is mainly because in the commercial environment under the wave of globalization, the competition for resources and markets is extremely fierce.

Especially after the Chairman of the Motion Picture Association of America, Glickman, called the Chinese film market a diamond mine, the six major Hollywood studios all intended to enter the mainland in various ways.

Disney's global park project, Warner Bros.' joint venture with a mainland Chinese real estate company named Wanda in 2002, and of course, News Corp's various attempts.

And Chinese director Lu Kuan's significant influence and competitive advantage in the mainland entertainment industry, including the missed opportunity in the Mytube acquisition project, perhaps made News Corp feel very tricky.

*The New York Times*' article stopped at the surface, calling the public trial that seemed capable of killing someone "public opinion trouble," and pointed out that News Corp's failure to acquire Mytube was the fuse for this incident.

*The New York Post*, which has almost the same name, is a newspaper under Murdoch.

Its tone was naturally very biased, believing that Fox was just analyzing a news event that might involve infringing on the rights of underage girls with a serious and responsible attitude as a news person, and giving the parties involved a fair opportunity to speak.

These two newspapers were for insiders to see the doorway, glimpsing a corner of the truth of the incident from the narrative caliber.

But there was another local newspaper called *The New York Daily News* that was quite dramatic.

This newspaper was founded in 1919 and was a small newspaper with many Chinese shareholders behind it.

The newspaper targeted foreign immigrants among New York residents and people with lower cultural levels, and its content was dominated by large pictures, popular features, and pornographic themes, with sales far ahead...

Just the day after Wendi Deng was sued, *The New York Daily News* published a story digging into her background.

It detailed how Deng went from a village girl in the East, which was still a third-world country at the time, to becoming the virtuous wife of a US tycoon.

Her earthy and village-like appearance at the Guangzhou Medical College, her servile attitude when receiving Murdoch at Star TV, and her several previous "man-slaying" settlements...

Among them, a village photo of her when she first entered Guangzhou in 1987, which the newspaper didn't know where it found, was accompanied by a vivid description that exhausted all means of belittling.

"The floral cotton-padded jacket she wore, which was so mottled that its original appearance could no longer be seen, looked like a relic from the last century."

"The mud spots on her thick calves did not stop her from stepping on the corpses of men one by one to walk to the world-famous Sixth Avenue."

"We simply cannot bear to evaluate this appearance; the sunken bridge of her nose is like a hill after a mudslide, her eyebrows are sparse and scattered, and the corners of her mouth are always drooping, making people not surprised at all by the acrimony that pops out from within."

"I really don't know how Mr. Murdoch awakened the impulse of his youth when he saw her face, which looked like dough casually spread out by time, and looked at her small and turbid eyes."

As the saying goes, "man bites dog" is news. Wendi Deng's rise to fame and black materials, in this era with limited human-flesh search means, began to spread at an extremely fast speed.

Foreigners on the foreign network watched with relish, teasing the story of the old man and the ugly woman after tea and dinner, satisfying their spiritual pleasure of desecrating big figures.

The internal network had limited understanding of Wendi Deng at this time, and this "step-by-step" rise history spread like a plague, quickly becoming social currency in the gossip market.

At News Corp headquarters, the old white man Murdoch also saw this newspaper in his office.

Looking at the rough and ugly state of his "virtuous wife" in her youth, he recalled the appearance of her when he first met her in the 90s, and shook his head secretly.

As for the other more unscrupulous tabloids at hand, they looked simply maddening.

Things like Deng's illicit abortion history when she was underage, Little Deng's wild affair with the village party secretary, and her flesh battle with the department head in the classroom to get into Guangzhou Medical College.

Simply eye-stinging.

The key is that every word and sentence of this description seems to match her age and experience at the time very well!

How did this American tabloid's ability to dig up old news catch up with the meticulousness of his background check on Wendi Deng back then?

A fierce reprimand came from outside the office. Wendi Deng angrily ordered the administration to take away all the *New York Daily News* in the company, and absolutely did not allow it to appear in the company!

"Knock knock!"

"Please come in."

Wendi Deng was still in a sexy OL outfit, still spreading herself in front of the old white man's desk with grace.

But when Murdoch habitually wanted to have a hand-high on her fat and tender thighs, the various vulgar descriptions on the tabloid flashed in his mind...

So he stopped.

The female hunter's face sank. Even if she didn't think she was entirely using her color to please others, being described as such a rough and lowly image still made her extremely annoyed.

She probed: "Dear, I have already arranged the group worship with several Chinese chambers of commerce this year, look..."

"Wait a while?" Murdoch hesitated: "Wait for this wave of wind to pass."

Isn't taking you out now embarrassing myself?

He took the newspapers at hand: "Look at the platter agreement statement between Disney and Lu, you will probably understand the reason why that girl appeared on various television stations these past few days."

"Of course, I will ask a lawyer to help you deal with these tabloids controlled by Chinese people behind the scenes."

Wendi Deng's face cleared slightly, but how could tabloids be cleaned up so easily?

Moreover, the biggest confusion she had was that, not to mention the plot, the time nodes and some details described in the newspaper were completely true!

When did these low-class tabloids have the investigative ability comparable to the CIA?

He inevitably thought of the young director who had broken her resume in one word when they first met.

But how did he know?

As the boss of a public relations company, he naturally knew from the many black materials exposed when she entered the mainland entertainment industry in later generations.

Mixing truth and falsehood like this is enough to confuse people's hearts.

Murdoch tapped the desktop with his knuckles: "Okay, let's look at the current situation."

"Since we have decided to enter the Chinese film industry, the cooperation with Yanda Huayi that you mentioned must be strengthened and accelerated."

"I have carefully studied his film commercial territory in the mainland; he has advantages in media publicity and director training, but there are also major flaws."

"The development of the theater chain of Gu Ji is very slow, and he seems to be very persistent in the creation of high-end cinemas, which makes me feel puzzled."

Wendi Deng smiled: "A lucky kid, naturally doesn't understand the strategies in your belly."

The old white man was not smiling this time: "He is not the kind of opponent you said; you were too careless this time."

Holding a company with a market value of 55 billion US dollars, he controls a huge amount of public opinion power in Western countries.

Although Murdoch cannot be said to have any fear of Gu Ji and Lu Kuan, Wendi Deng's risk-taking this time is clearly beyond the scope of ordinary commercial operations.

Even if he had already cleared the relationship in advance, even if North America is his absolute home field.

But thinking about it carefully, wasn't the Wendy he appreciated back then because she was ruthless and quite like himself?

Wendi Deng seized the opportunity this time, imitating the Jackson story to carry out public opinion smearing and moral destruction on Lu Kuan; Murdoch had done countless such things when he was young.

Just the few pieces disclosed in later generations are enough to shock countless eyeballs.

In 1999, News Corp entered the Australian market. Its subsidiary, NDS, hired hackers to cooperate with the company's "Operations Security Department" to crack the encryption card codes of other pay-TV service providers in Australia and sold them to the black market, causing millions of dollars in losses to companies such as Austar, Optus, and Foxtel.

BBC's *Panorama* program also broke the news that News Corp had hired network hackers in 2002 to crack the user encryption cards of Ondigital, a pay-TV company under the British Independent Television (ITV), causing the latter to suffer a crushing defeat in the competition with Sky TV under Murdoch, and finally go bankrupt.

Including the phone-hacking scandal that shocked the world in later generations and the *Sunday Times* incident.

The latter was directly suspected of wiretapping the Prime Minister of the Flower Flag Country, Gordon Brown! Illegally obtaining his medical, financial, and property information.

In Murdoch's eyes, what is it to frame a richest man in Asia?

So what if he is the richest man in Asia?

As long as there is a need.

Wendi Deng's opening operation of enlarging the operation seems very impulsive and magical, but it is actually a copy of reality; Murdoch himself is a master of this.

Just like his remote command in the past, this time it was still others charging into battle; at worst, abandon the car to save the handsome.

Overall, the flashy operations of Murdoch when he was young were not essentially different from the flashy operations of Boss Lu when he first started.

Business war, that's just how it is.

It's just that industry giants and leaders not only know how to win with oddities, but also know how to win with correctness, utilizing the macro logic of industry development to follow the trend.

At this moment, in front of Wendi Deng, the old white man still has to give some ear-to-ear instructions.

"Utilize your advantages, take Myspace to develop well in Asia; in mainland China, supporting Yanda Huayi and Lu's company to compete head-on is not a problem."

"As for this Lu, since one stick didn't kill him, let's see if we can be friends again; interests are eternal."

He pointed to the newspaper in his hand: "Doesn't he also have conflicts with Disney? Aren't they also forming a loose alliance now?"

Wendi Deng nodded with a gloomy face, without saying a word, but she didn't agree with her husband's instructions in her heart.

Based on her understanding of Lu Kuan's style of doing things over the past few years, it seems that this matter will not end so quickly.

Whether it was the court summons just received or the big digging and humiliation in the tabloid, in the eyes of the female hunter, it was just a loss of face.

But there was always a hidden uneasiness in her heart.

Similar to the embarrassment of being broken in one word when they first met, there was a kind of psychological horror of being seen through at a glance.

——

"How do you know so many things about her?"

In the first-class cabin of American Airlines AA8926 from New York to Beiping, Xiao Liu looked at Boss Lu with suspicion, holding several newspapers in her hand.

Liu Yifei was returning to the country to participate in the spokesperson signing activity for Xiangjiang Disneyland, and Boss Lu was returning to Beiping to prepare to accept talks with the leadership.

Of course, he also had to deal with all the grasshoppers on that rope.

The whole journey took 14 hours, and the first-class cabin had 9 seats, which they occupied almost half of.

Except for Liu Xiaoli, her daughter, Boss Lu, and Hu Zi, Mia was also officially hired as her full-time bodyguard, starting to follow the gold master to run around.

After the Wendi Deng incident, it was clear that one could not overestimate the bottom line of some people, and it was time to be more cautious.

Liu Xiaoli and the others were all asleep. The journey was long, and Lu Kuan was bored and teased her.

The young director said mysteriously in a low voice: "This is not something you should ask, right?"

"Aren't you supposed to be the one who understands me best in this world? Have you forgotten my main job?"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you could really calculate, would I still need you to save me when I was attacked by Zhang Tianshuo's thugs at the wrap-up banquet?"

"And you driving into a wall in Shuimo Town."

"And this time..."

The little girl didn't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but suddenly said with a teasing face: "Have you noticed that I have saved you three times already!"

"Two dog lives and one professional life!"

The little immortal smiled freely at her questioning eyes, and the temperament of the Berlin Best Actor switched arbitrarily, as if there was a moment of detachment.

"Then have you ever thought that these are all tests I gave you?"

Liu Yifei curled her lips: "Continue to make it up."

"Heh."

Lu Kuan said seriously: "The greed, hatred, and ignorance of Buddha are called the three poisons in Taoism."

"At the wrap-up banquet, I deliberately said I wanted to delete your scenes, leading you to come out to find me, and finally you were slightly injured because of saving me; this is breaking your greed."

"The car accident in Shuimo Town was because you insisted on finding me before, so I didn't hesitate to take risks, setting up a thrilling scene, making you shed tears for it, tasting this heart's bitterness; this is breaking your ignorance."

Liu Yifei squinted at him: "Then what about this time?"

This time?

He hadn't thought about how to make it up yet.

"This time, you have to rely on yourself to comprehend it."

The little immortal sighed: "Master Lü said in *Cultivating Life*, 'Sit and listen to the stringless song, clearly understand the machine of creation'."

"It means you have to listen to the soundless sound in meditation to realize the great Dao and true meaning of the world, understand?"

"Just like the performance Dao you are striving for, it is to seek through the tempering of the red dust."

"For example, your eloquence in the live television broadcast this time, isn't it that shocking scene of Zhang Chunru in the film?"

From the three poisons of Taoism to Taoist classics, Boss Lu wantonly transported from the predecessor of spiritual fusion to round out his words.

It highlighted that all interpretation rights belong to me.

Xiao Liu definitely didn't believe his first two sentences, but this final explanation...

It sounded like there was some truth to it?

Thinking of his actions over the past few years, she didn't seem so sure in her heart.

The little girl asked suspiciously: "Then what about you? Why have I never heard you talk about things before going down the mountain?"

"What's there to talk about? Chanting, worshiping, contemplating, day after day, cycling back and forth."

Lu Kuan remembered her diary he saw at Zhang Chunru's house, and secretly slandered that this was wanting to completely dissect my spiritual structure?

"Heh heh." Liu Yifei sneered: "I don't think so, I still don't know how you bullied men and women."

Boss Lu looked at her speechlessly.

People are so sweet, but the little mouth is quite poisonous!

He couldn't win by scolding, and couldn't win by fighting, so he simply kept his mouth shut and took out a script to read carefully.

"*Jin Ling! Jin Ling! *, what kind of script is this?"

"Lu Chuan's script."

Xiao Liu leaned over, her hair carrying a light fragrance: "Why are you looking at his script?"

"To correct it, to criticize it."

"Oh! I know, you're going to clean them up, right?"

Liu Yifei knew about the joint letter incident before; the ones who jumped the highest, made the most noise, and shouted the loudest were this pair of father and son.

She had already seen the first move against Wendi Deng, but what effect could criticizing Lu Chuan's script have? It couldn't just be a round of belittling to vent anger.

Xiao Liu looked at him curiously: "Tell me, how are you planning to deal with them?"

Boss Lu didn't raise his head: "Why learn this, go read your fashion magazine, learn how to dress."

"Then when Liu Shishi left me, didn't you teach me how to do it?"

The young director wrote and drew on the script without responding to her.

At that time, it was because you wanted to fly high, and I was afraid you didn't have experience in the world.

Now, the pressure of an external force pushed her back to his side, even if there was still a barrier in the depths of her heart because of the birthday incident, she didn't dare to cross the line again.

But the kite's string seemed to be tightly held in his hand again; these things naturally didn't need her to get involved, just eliminate them along the way.

It's just that Xiao Liu in this life had long been crooked, and had quite a realization of "fighting with people is endless joy," otherwise she wouldn't have given Liu Shishi a fierce medicine at the end of her defection.

Lu Kuan said concisely: "His script has a problem with its stance, suspected of being connected with a certain force; just make a fuss about it."

"Isn't Lu Tianmin a leader of the Writers Association? Still an old-school literati, do you have conclusive evidence to prove it?"

"No, there are only a few photos of this father and son meeting with Ge Gexi Xiong."

Liu Yifei was puzzled: "You look at his script to pick out some errors, supplemented by photos, to state that they are colluding internally and externally?"

"But there are so many mouths in the Beijing circle that can help, it shouldn't be enough to send them to the eighteenth level of hell, right?"

Boss Lu smiled: "Their mouths are many, but they are also broken, and some mouths might not even have brains."

"Moreover, no matter how many mouths there are, they are not as useful as the mouths of the two of them."

"Use their mouths, you can kill first, then punish the heart."

Xiao Liu was about to ask again, but suddenly thought of something with a flash of inspiration, and pondered with her lips pursed.

In this Spring Festival of 2006, before the first month was over, the melons of internet fun-seekers were almost full.

Liu Yifei turned love into hate, Liu Yifei turned over for love, the washing machine returned the favor, Wendi Deng was dug up.

Until around the sixth day, a mysterious force pushed a hot search to appear on major platforms.

The title was "Please judge for everyone! Why can't Lu Dao's massacre film pass the review!"

Previously, Gu Ji's massacre film project was exposed to be unable to pass the review shortly after the *Steamed Bun* and joint letter incidents.

Is this coming out to hold grievances now?

All kinds of people swarmed in, especially the chatterboxes of a certain circle and the supporters and old friends of the Taro father and son.

Even if you pick bones in an egg today, you have to point at a deer and call it a horse, point at a horse and call it a deer!

Moving your mouth won't cause trouble; instead, the more you scold, the more fragrant it becomes. The old Lu of the 80s knew this well.

There were those who didn't follow the process, those who quoted out of context, those who cited classics, in short, it was a mess. When veteran grassroots film critics of this era like Zhou Liming and Gu Xiaobai finished reading the script fragments, they just wanted to speak for the young director, but found...

This script really shouldn't pass the review, right?

What the hell is this?

Starting to analyze human nature for the devils? Do they have it?

In front of the country, there are no idols. Film critics and fans who love and hate Boss Lu also entered the field to output, which can be described as deep love and deep hate.

Only one day later, Gu Ji officially clarified that this was not the Lu Kuan script currently in preparation, and the new script after modification was still being polished.

At the same time, Gu Ji's official Weibo released the original part of the script that was rejected for netizens to compare themselves.

The difference was clear at a glance.

The Beijing circle that sprayed feces and the supporters of the Taro father and son were all dumbfounded.

Then whose is this massacre script with a crooked butt?

Whoever's it is, they are worried. When this pair of father and son were dumbfounded to see the script, what should have been sprayed had already been sprayed almost enough.

They couldn't wait to contact the gold master behind them.

The King of Hell is back, what should we do?

Ideal International Building, Gu Ji's newly appointed Vice President Dong Shuangqiang was discussing matters with Chen Zhixi, who officially replaced Sun Wenwen's position.

That's right, Old Dong also officially entered the fold before the New Year, but the outside world didn't know yet.

Not only as a previous close partner, now he invested with his assets in the new world, taking 1.5% of Gu Ji Holdings' shares.

But it was this small 1.5% that was enough to make this financial glutton ecstatic.

Those who know the roots, who can't see the future of Gu Ji, can't see the future of Boss Lu?

That is immeasurable.

His advantage lies in the maintenance of relationship networks in all aspects, in the credit channels of state-owned banks, and in the horizontal and vertical expansion of the financial market.

Even more in this land of Beijing, in many places where ordinary people can't see and can't reach, Old Dong has his own tentacles.

For example, in the matter of the Taro father and son, Lu Kuan handed it over to him entirely.

"Uncle Dong, what does President Lu's operation mean?"

"Why do we have to accept a round of criticism in the name of Gu Ji first, and then throw out our own script?"

Dong Shuangqiang solved the confusion for his niece: "We are very weak in the right to speak in the literary and art circles."

"The accumulation of the Lu father and son in the country for so many years, the foundation of a certain circle still exists. When it comes to muddling through and scolding wars, these literary thieves are professional."

"First point at a deer and call it a horse, let these chatterboxes scold wildly, and then set things right."

Chen Zhixi smiled: "Just explained it down, let the operation and publicity department know that the previous script is *Jin Ling! Jin Ling! *."

"That's good, these literary thieves want to sing praises again, they can't slap their own faces, right?"

Dong Shuangqiang nodded: "Boss Lu suspects they are colluding with the right-wing Ge Gexi Xiong. For intellectuals like them, you must first beat them into stinking dung so that no one dares to speak up for them."

"It is the right way to take the evidence to the internet to dry and comment."

"Doing this has another purpose..."

Chen Zhixi answered: "It is to avoid offending the review department of the Film Bureau, right?"

"Exactly."

Dong Shuangqiang is naturally proficient in this: "If we put the two scripts out for comparison, even if we achieve our wish, it will affect the relationship with the official, which is very ugly."

Just like what Boss Lu said, Chinese people have Chinese ways of doing things; sometimes the circles that should be bypassed must be bypassed, so that everyone doesn't look ugly on the surface.

Directly speaking for his own script on the internet, taking the script of the stinking feces Lu Chuan for comparison, he might finally win in public opinion and force the result.

But it is also obvious that he will be hated by some leaders and key personnel; little ghosts are hard to deal with.

Now Gu Ji is equivalent to being forced to prove himself, and no one can say anything.

Chen Zhixi clapped her hands and smiled: "That's great, Lu Tianmin father and son will never have the face to defend themselves, right? Netizens won't believe him either."

"Wait for President Lu's new script to be modified and resubmitted, this matter can finally come to an end."

Dong Shuangqiang looked at his niece who was brought into Gu Ji by him with a smile, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Come to an end?

This time, that person will not give up without seeing blood.

And his Old Dong's operation this time is the certificate of investment for joining Gu Ji and becoming a true insider.

——

A certain residential area in Jiuxianqiao, Beiping.

"Dad! What to do! What to do now!" Taro paced anxiously in the living room, sweating profusely, his glasses sliding down uncontrollably.

His father didn't respond for a long time, and he gnashed his teeth neurotically again: "Ignorant people! Ignorant people! Can't see my artistic layout and character shaping!"

"Alright!" Lu Tianmin couldn't watch anymore: "What are you panicking about? Where has this reached?"

"The controversy in the film is an artistic controversy; don't say he can't necessarily beat you to the ground, even if he does, so what?"

"Have you ever seen a student who answered a question wrong in class and had to be expelled from school?"

"Hibernate for half a year, I'll find a few uncles to build momentum for you, who will remember so much."

Lu Chuan calmed down for a few seconds, but thinking of the news that Lu Kuan had returned to the country and was preparing to accept talks with Olympic Committee leaders, his heart felt like a sieve of cowardice.

The tragedy of *Kekexili* was still vivid in his mind; this was some stress response.

Lu Tianmin looked at his phone: "Alright, calm down, come up with an artistic rhetoric to deal with external doubts."

"Can't Japanese soldiers have human nature? Who stipulated it? It won't reach the point of being punished for words."

Taro nodded: "Dad, are you going out?"

"Hmm, I'll have a word with Ge Gexi Xiong. Let the filming funds already received be, but any subsequent ones must be transferred through several more hands to be packaged."

The old man tightened his scarf: "Troubled times, be careful."

Suddenly he stared at his stupid son: "Of course, we have a clear conscience, just doing artistic creation!"

"Right! It's all because some people are making trouble and taking revenge!" Lu Chuan gnashed his teeth, but the fear in his heart never went away.

He didn't know Liu Zeyu, didn't know Zhou Jun, he was at best a literary second generation...

This Lu writer went out and wrapped himself tightly; after all, he came from that era, and still kept some caution in his heart.

A 2005 Crown Royal pulled to a stop. Lu Tianmin got into the back seat and shook hands with Ge Gexi Xiong, who was already in the car, chatting and laughing.

"Writer Lu, are we going to the teahouse last time?"

"No, just ask your driver to go around the North Fourth Ring and come back; we'll just chat about some things simply."

"Good, as you wish."

Lu Tianmin was about to speak when a sharp and abrupt braking sound came, followed by a violent shaking.

The Crown had just left the residential area intersection and was preparing to go straight when it was hit from the right by a Santana turning left; the door on the passenger side was dented in a large piece.

Lu Tianmin was shocked: "What's going on?"

"Don't worry, just a car accident."

Ge Gexi Xiong's Japanese driver was already shouting "Baka!" as he got out of the car to argue.

Several big men got out of the Santana, each averaging Ma Dong-seok, and after a few words of disagreement, it was a push and shove.

The horse-faced man in the lead shouted: "Good! Japanese devils are so arrogant in the capital?"

"Brothers, drag the devils out of the car, teach them how to be human today!"

The doors on both sides were suddenly opened. The two who were chatting and laughing calmly in the car hadn't reacted yet when they were dragged out by several men smelling of alcohol.

The elderly writer Lu and the short Ge Gexi Xiong were both in a daze, losing all dignity as they were pushed and shoved from left to right.

How many years had it been since they encountered such a loss of status!

"Baka! Do you know who I am?"

A group of people was in a mess, and soon a police car from the Jiuxianqiao Police Station sped over.

"Stop! All stop!"

The horse-faced man and others exchanged glances, how could they listen to the hat uncle?

They deepened their physical exchange with the little devils, and then complained first: "Uncle Police, you saw it too, it's these three Japanese devils who are not authentic, they came up and hit people!"

The people's guards at the Jiuxianqiao Police Station were furious! Waved his hand: "Rebel against you, take them all away!"

"Baka, we are... the ones who were hit!"

"Go if you want, I don't believe that in 2006 I can still be bullied by devils?"

Several young-faced police officers, without a word of explanation, "invited" all involved parties, including Ge Gexi Xiong and Lu Tianmin, into the police car.

Ge Gexi Xiong calmly said to the leader: "Sir, I am a foreign national. I must notify my embassy."

"Okay, but first go back to the station with us to prove your identity. If it is true, someone from the branch will come to deal with it."

Seeing this, Lu Tianmin felt a shock in his heart, feeling that something was not quite right.

He really wanted to tell these people that he was a leader of the Writers Association and was involved for no reason, and should not be treated the same as the involved personnel.

But being with Ge Gexi Xiong, it wasn't convenient to reveal his identity, so he wrapped his scarf tightly around his nose and mouth, took out his phone, and was just about to...

"What are you doing?" The leader of the Writers Association presidium looked in astonishment at the young police officer before him, who seemed to have two pimples on his forehead and looked like a greenhorn.

The young police officer snatched his phone: "All must be temporarily collected, please cooperate."

Lu Tianmin was really panicked now: "I'm not going! I'm a writer of the Writers Association! I want to notify my unit! Don't pull me!"

The pulling of the old and weak was futile, and the group was soon taken away.

Not far away, professional camera personnel filmed the entire car accident encounter and the police response.

In the footage, the images of Lu Tianmin and Ge Gexi Xiong being embarrassingly taken away by the police were carefully processed and quickly sent to Dong Shuangqiang's phone.

Not long after Lu Tianmin left home, Lu Chuan arrived at his office in the Yanda Huayi headquarters to revise the script.

Usually, he would stay in his own studio, but perhaps now he felt that having a backer and a background would make him feel more at ease.

As for revising the script, that could be considered his second-hand plan.

At worst, he could just say that the version submitted for review was only the first draft. Just as his father said, it was nothing more than a primary school student making a mistake on their homework; what did it matter?

"Director Lu! Director Lu!"

The female assistant ran in, flustered.

Lu Chuan was already sensitive and was almost scared out of his wits by her breaking in: "How many times have I told you, don't call me Director Lu! Call me Director Chuan!"

The homophonic title "Director Lu" easily made him jealous and stressed, and now he had to add a layer of fear to it.

"No! It's your father!"

Lu Chuan stood up abruptly: "What happened to my father?"

The female assistant couldn't explain clearly, so she simply turned his computer screen around to show him the post that had spread across the entire internet within ten minutes.

【Why does a certain well-known anti-corruption literature author frequently meet with a notorious right-wing element?】

At the Izakaya in the Hotel New Otani and the Dafu Tea House, the two were not exactly intimate, but it was clearly a scene of familiar social interaction.

Following that was a deep exposé of these two people.

The former's remarks, actions, and appearance during various sensitive periods in the past.

The latter's foul-smelling remarks denying history at various associations, as well as the "Society for Explaining Historical Facts to the World" behind him.

These were photos collected many times before.

"Damn! Who did this!"

Lu Chuan was first furious, then felt a spasm and shrinking of his soul.

Who did it? Shouldn't you know better than anyone?

Also a young director, also a "Lu" director, this Director Lu clearly lacked the composure that the other one had in the face of major events.

At this moment, he tremblingly took out his phone, almost forgetting his father's name, and only after much effort did he find his number.

Beep, beep, beep...

Beep, beep, beep...

Beep, beep, beep...

The muscles on Lu Chuan's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, his throat moved, and for a long while, he couldn't utter a word.

This deliberate frame-up, although it hadn't implicated him yet, meant that his father's ruined reputation was almost equivalent to the decline of his family's status.

No, it was the collapse of his family's status.

In a conventional public opinion environment, such a meeting might not seem too sensitive.

But if this old writer had participated in the screenwriting of a script that discussed the humanity of beasts, and had also initiated cyberbullying against the righteous Director Lu Kuan through a joint letter...

Add in the foul origins of this Japanese man, plus those few photos that could serve as hard evidence and the content of the script.

This was a case of quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

Moreover, he hadn't even made a move or spoken out yet?

Had he really not made a move? Not necessarily; it was just that he hadn't made a move himself.

His agent, Vice President Dong, was currently sitting in the office of the two Wangs.

The inexplicable car accident was naturally his doing, and the target was Lu Chuan, who was currently trembling in the third-floor office at Yanda Huayi.

Dong Shuangqiang's expression was cold: "Da Jun, if you want to clear your name, you must expose this matter and let everyone see the truth."

"After all, he is still your director, and you have a small investment in this film."

"I can responsibly say that this matter is destined to blow the sky open. Better a short pain than a long one."

Da Jun was silent for a long time, once again feeling the disparity in life where "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river."

It had only been a few years, and they were already on the verge of being forced to drink water with their heads held down.

"We didn't participate in the previous matter regarding Director Lu."

"To be fair, this time, please forgive us for choosing not to intervene or interfere."

Old Dong suddenly laughed twice: "Didn't participate?"

"Then how does the new investment company Deng Wendi established in the mainland hold 7 percent of your shares?"

"I believe the conflict between Deng Wendi and Boss Lu is no secret to you, right?"

"Whether the investment came first and then the livestream incident, or the livestream incident came first and then the investment..."

"They are two different things."

Dong Shuangqiang didn't want to expose the ugly faces of these two brothers watching the show from the sidelines.

With different stances, there was nothing to criticize.

Hearing this threat, which wasn't really a threat, Da Jun's heart was filled with turmoil, and for a moment, he couldn't decide.

The brothers had indeed been watching from the sidelines this time, but if someone was determined to find a pretext to accuse them, what could he do?

Since the Zhou Jun incident, they no longer had the guts to play tricks on Lu Kuan.

Dong Shuangqiang said in a deep voice: "Before I came here this time, Boss Lu asked me to convey a message to you two over the phone."

"The pie of the domestic film industry is still very small, and it needs everyone to work together to make it bigger and stronger."

"Whether it's the cooperation between Wenjie and Disney, or your cooperation with Warner and Fox, or Chengtian's cooperation with Columbia, none of these are irreconcilable contradictions."

"Everyone can set aside disputes and work together to make the cake bigger, which benefits everyone. Even if there is some overly aggressive commercial competition, it's no big deal."

He set his teacup down heavily: "But!"

"Some people's brains are rotting, their stances are skewed, and they even want to use art forms like film, which have audiences in the tens of millions, to poison people's minds with their schemes."

"Da Jun, think about your glorious past status!"

"Wait a minute!"

After speaking, Old Dong made a move to leave, but his arm was grabbed.

Wang Dajun sighed helplessly: "What do you want me to do?"

The new Vice President of Wenjie smiled with satisfaction and took out his phone to show him a few fresh photos.

"This!"

"He has already been...?"

The Vice President, who had essentially pledged his allegiance, said noncommittally: "I'll wait in the conference room. You take this photo and say this to Lu Chuan..."

(End of chapter)