Chapter 317: Human Tragedy

"Knock knock!"

"Please come in!"

Taro pushed the door in a hurry to seek help; even if Wang Dajun hadn't made this call, he wouldn't have been able to sit still.

His father had lost contact!

An hour ago he was still calmly comforting himself at home, and now?

"Brother Jun!" Lu Chuan was sweating profusely, he couldn't wait for the elevator and ran up directly from the stairs.

"My father..."

"Lu Chuan!" Wang Xiaolei pressed his shoulder to sit down: "My brother and I have some things to talk to you about."

Lu Taro was already acting like he was going crazy: "I can't calm down! My dad he..."

Before he finished speaking, he took a cold breath.

On the phone screen that Wang Dajun handed over, the scene of writer Lu and Ge Gexi Xiong being shoved into a police car by the "officers" was clearly visible.

Taro's nerves were like a sharp needle being stabbed and teased, and the fear arrived like a surging tide.

"Who caught him? Why catch my dad! What crime did he commit!"

Looking at the bean-sized sweat beads rolling down like broken beads on Lu Chuan's forehead, Wang Dajun slammed the table: "Lu Chuan!"

"What kind of contact you and your father have with this Ge Gexi Xiong, I don't know and I don't care. You know best in your own heart."

"But I know, if you are still so muddled, not only will you implicate your father, you yourself will not be able to protect yourself, and our Yanda Huayi will also be implicated!"

Taro's face was flushed, his breathing was rapid, and he was forced into the wall by Wang Dajun's two sentences.

"I... what should I do?"

"Hold a press conference, as long as you are ready, within two hours I can let Sina, Blog, NetEase, and print media arrive, right here at Yanda Huayi to clarify the truth."

Taro nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Right right right! It's time to speak up, can't let that person keep manipulating it."

"Brother Jun! Help me find someone to ask! My father is..."

Wang Dajun's expression was solemn: "Don't ask! Now this matter hasn't involved you yet, do you know if the one who took him away is the Public Security or the State Security?"

"You asking around is just probing the case, want to be caught in one net?"

Lu Chuan shivered again, took off his glasses, swallowed his saliva helplessly, and wiped the hot sweat on his face fiercely.

Wang Xiaolei, catching his brother's signal, stepped forward to play along: "Chuan'er, they are all friends you've known for a long time."

"When you were bullied by Jiang Wen in *The Missing Gun*, the first call you made was to me, and you cried so much on the phone, I really treat you as a brother."

"Yes yes yes! I know, President Wang, you have taken care of me a lot these years, if it weren't for *Kekexili*... hey!"

Wang Xiaolei was heroic: "Say that!"

"Even if you lose more, didn't we invest in this *Jin Ling! Jin Ling! *? Didn't say anything else, right?"

"But now that the matter has happened, we must think of a way to solve it."

"Old Lu has already become like this, there are places where he has entered, whether he can come out is another matter, even if he can come out, this future..."

"Dad!" Taro suddenly let out a heart-piercing cry, and then turned to the two who were like life-saving straws: "What should I do?"

"Hold a press conference, draw a line with your father, push everything onto him, and take the initiative to explain the situation to the relevant departments."

Wang Dajun dropped a sentence lightly, almost making Lu Chuan, who had been tortured for several days, faint.

Taro stood up suddenly, suspicious: "How... how can it be like this?"

"How can it not?"

Wang Xiaolei scolded: "Do you want to die with him?"

"No matter what mistakes Old Lu made, he still has a group of pen-wielding friends to protect him, and there are leaders with levels in the Writers Association who can naturally speak to the top."

"What about you?"

"Once you have an accident, let alone how the top will deal with you, even if you come out completely, can you still be a director in the future?"

"Don't forget, weren't you and Lu Kuan both young directors talked about in the streets? Look at him, don't you consider yourself more?"

Taro cried bitterly: "Why reach this point!"

"Just wrote a script! Just accepted Japanese investment! Why do you have to kill them all! Woo woo woo..."

Wang Dajun walked to his side, his tone was soft, but it was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"The matter is complex, say what you should say at what time."

"Now the situation is that the old man is very likely to have fallen into the water, and the situation is unknown."

"That person has been watching you from behind, you either show an attitude, clear the responsibility, take the initiative to explain the situation, or wait for his revenge."

"Think about the ending of those people before."

"Liu's father is life imprisonment, even if he can be reduced to 20 years, he will be half-dead when he comes out."

"His son Liu Zeyu was sentenced to fifteen years. By the time this little 'Yanei' who likes to stir up trouble gets out, Lu Kuan's child will already be in elementary school."

"Is that family of Zhou Jun considered okay?"

"I'll tell you a situation, Zhou's father didn't even attend the unit's group worship this Spring Festival, and might be transferred to a leisure position in the General Trade Union after the festival."

"Old Zhou himself... it is said that his spirit is a bit abnormal, and he was taken abroad by his mother for medical treatment."

Taro felt a shiver all over, and instantly the indignation toward Lu Kuan seemed to be replaced by fear.

The painful ending of these two pairs of fathers and sons made the last bit of luck in his heart disappear.

His body shivered uncontrollably, his shoulders hung weakly, and the bean-sized sweat beads on his forehead rolled down one after another like broken beads, his spirit approaching the critical point of collapse.

From the rumors about the script to the exposure of the photos of the meeting with Ge Gexi Xiong, to the shocking news of his father's arrest, all the way to the bitter persuasion, coercion, and inducement from Da Jun and Xiaolei.

This progressive fear strike made him sink deep.

The last straw was that person's fierce reputation, and the two pairs of fathers and sons who had already written examples for him.

Could it be that his pair of father and son would also experience such a fate?

No!

Taro raised his head suddenly, as if digging out word by word from his teeth: "Hold a press conference..."

Dajun and Xiaolei looked at each other, both sighing in their hearts.

Fortunately, Taro has a cowardly personality.

Cried when bullied in *The Missing Gun*, cried when calling Wang Xiaolei, cried at the premiere of the Cannes Film Festival in 2002, cried when sued for plagiarism in *Kekexili*.

Most recently, it was the failure of *749* in 2024, facing the overwhelming criticism and attacks, he cried again in public.

Obviously, this time the press conference, under this good show of righteousness to destroy relatives, the audience had the honor to witness his tears flying full of deep affection.

And at this time, the Lu writer, who didn't know his fate was decided by his hard-working son, still sat in the inquiry room of the Jiuxianqiao station without saying a word.

Obviously, the Lu writer involved in a public security case would not be able to go out for a while.

"Comrade, you also understand my identity, do you think a person like me would fight?"

"Can you let me make a call to the unit first?"

The young police officer with pimples on his forehead was unsmiling: "Sorry, Writer Lu, this does not comply with the regulations."

Old Lu had already determined that the car accident was deliberately done by someone, but he hadn't figured out the doorway behind it.

He writes anti-corruption scripts and novels, and is no stranger to the case-handling process of the public security and procuratorate.

In public security cases such as fighting, the inquiry and verification time of the public security organs shall not exceed 8 hours at the longest.

8 hours, it wasn't even dinner time, who could make any articles?

Thinking of Ge Gexi Xiong's identity, he didn't want to make a big scene, so he simply closed his eyes and sat quietly in the interrogation room, patiently listening to the officer's sporadic questioning.

The comrades at the Jiuxianqiao station were very friendly and did not treat him harshly at all.

Lunch was also well entertained, and the director even went to buy two packs of good cigarettes.

Until three o'clock in the afternoon, two comrades from the branch suddenly came in: "Please take the criminal suspect to the interrogation room."

Lu Tianmin's face changed greatly: "Why?"

"Why are you doing this?"

There are two types of questioning in public security investigation and case handling.

Interrogation is for criminal suspects of criminal crimes.

Inquiry is for witnesses, victims, or both parties in ordinary public security cases.

He was taken from the inquiry room to the interrogation room by the police, and from the perspective of procedural justice, he was treated as a criminal suspect of a criminal case.

It's just that the crime involved should not be heavy, otherwise it would be a step to the detention center for interrogation.

A comrade from the branch raised his eyes and looked at him, with a look of disgust in his eyes.

"The party involved in the conflict with you has a slight concussion causing ear damage, which has constituted a first-degree minor injury."

"Writer Lu, you have written so many works and claim to speak for justice, you should understand some truths, right?"

Lu Tianmin paused in his heart, not knowing what he was hinting at.

But intentionally hurting someone to cause minor injury is indeed a promotion from a public security case to a suspected crime of intentional injury.

The time for this interrogation, according to regulations, is up to 12 hours, and if the case is particularly complex and major, it can be extended to 24 hours...

Old Lu was really panicked now, he wasn't afraid of 8 hours, but some things once overnight, fermented, really couldn't say what kind of moths could come out.

Hiss!

He suddenly thought of his dog son!

Taro? You old man, I've been missing for almost 8 hours, why don't you have any movement at all?!

Two comrades from the municipal bureau took him to the interrogation room, and Lu writer suddenly pulled one of their arms and whispered: "Comrade! I am very familiar with Political Commissar Li of the Chaoyang Branch, can you let me make a call..."

The branch police officer thought that Political Commissar Li would not dare to answer your call now.

"Sorry, we can only act according to the law, and cannot engage in favoritism."

Lu Tianmin shouted regardless of dignity: "Favoritism? I was framed!"

"Look at those big and round ones, can I intentionally hurt someone to cause minor injury? Is it possible?"

"I think you are engaging in favoritism!"

This sentence was half right.

The relationship in Jiuxianqiao was found by Old Dong, but there was no need to go further up.

At this time, the time came to three o'clock in the afternoon.

It was the time when the sun was stinging and drying all ghosts and monsters.

The Lu writer, who was confident that he could pass smoothly before, was blown by a cold wind in the corridor of the station, and seemed to realize the taste of the cold winter.

He inexplicably thought of the scenes of some high-level characters in his pen being arrested, and this ominous premonition quickly filled his whole body.

Assuming today, February 10th, is a film, now use the parallel montage technique to look at the three main supporting roles in Beiping in the film.

The elderly and frail writer Lu slumped in the interrogation room, continuing to endure the repetitive and meaningless questioning.

Taro was crying on the stage of the press conference, explaining the process of going astray, telling his loyalty to the country, the people, history, and the film cause.

And, righteously, without hesitation, destroying relatives, splashing dirty water on his old and confused father himself.

He has walked through the wind and rain for so many years, and can carry things very well, this time should also be okay, right?

Taro comforted himself as such.

At the same time, the returned Boss Lu took the elevator to the Olympic Building only four kilometers away from the Ideal International Building, preparing to accept talks with Olympic Committee leaders.

As soon as you enter the building, you can see the high specifications of today, just like the second Olympic opening and closing ceremony statement, all are armed police guards.

On such occasions, except for high-level leaders who can brush their faces, even this mainland richest man must honestly take out his ID for inspection.

"Director Lu, please come in!"

After the little soldier went through the routine, he saluted him with worship on his face.

The heroic praise of the People's Liberation Army in *Tangshan*, this time almost suffered injustice for the massacre film, he deserves this salute.

"Thank you, comrade!"

Boss Lu walked inside in a great mood; the feeling of returning to the country is different.

The Olympic Building had just been put into use, and the spacious and bright lobby was about 7 or 8 meters high. As soon as you walked in, you felt open.

The Olympic five-ring logo on the front was eye-catching, surrounded by carefully arranged green plants, full of vitality and vitality.

The informatization degree of the building was very high, and the electronic display screen in the lobby was scrolling with Olympic preparation progress, various competition information, and venue introductions, but specific information had not yet been displayed.

Pushing the door into the lounge, more than a dozen eyes looked at him at the same time, very complex.

Zhang Jigang and Chen Weiya, who were not very convinced by him before, were still not very convinced.

It's just that meeting again this time, this one was already the mainland richest man, and had played such a round in Manhattan, which was really eye-opening.

Glancing at the indifference and teasing of Zhang Jigang and Chen Weiya, Boss Lu didn't care; everything finally speaks with strength.

This time's bidding plan, from the opening ceremony to the lighting, if he copied the homework of the previous Olympic Games, he would probably be able to get the position of chief director easily, right?

But no matter what the program discussed and decided by the group in this life was like, at least the wisdom results in the bidding plan were all from the Gu Ji team itself.

This thing can't be cheated; without the tempering of daily grinding and brainstorming with the team for half a year, without cuttingly considering the practical possibility of various high-tech means.

Even if he was allowed to take shortcuts to become the chief director, without the ability to convince the public, he couldn't carry out the work.

Chen Kaige and Chen Hong, husband and wife, had complex expressions. They had both seen Lu Chuan's script and the photos of Lu Tianmin meeting with Ge Gexi Xiong; it had almost gone viral online.

Although they were not involved in this matter, but...

Rejecting Gu Ji's script was the work of Director Kaige!

He was a little worried about being added a crime.

The one who took the initiative to greet was still Old Mouzi, but they talked on the phone yesterday, and the things that should be talked about were almost talked about.

"Lu, meet again."

Zhang Yimou and Spielberg stepped forward; the latter was a member of his Jack Morton team.

Lu Kuan was not surprised by Spielberg's appearance; in later generations, he was a consultant member of the Olympic creative team.

"Shi Diwen, welcome to China, have time to have a meal with you and Director Zhang in the past two days?"

Spielberg was not unfamiliar with him, and joked: "In these two days of you Chinese, I worry that I have to wait for a year."

"That must be Director Zhang always letting you go, you just blame him."

"Hahaha!"

After joking for a while, Spielberg cared about the business: "Your cooperation with Disney opened my eyes."

"You have great courage, Lu."

Boss Lu was very humble: "I am a small person in Hollywood, always have to find a few big thighs to hug first."

"Shi Diwen, hope there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future."

"No problem, looking forward to seeing your platter give birth to great works."

The three chatted for a while, and suddenly other people waiting for talks burst into exclamations, looking at the information on their phones, listening to the news in the earpiece...

Looking at the young director and mainland richest man who was chatting and laughing with Zhang Yimou and Spielberg.

Most of the people present were insiders, especially Chen Hong, who was almost trembling looking at the information on her phone.

【Yanda Huayi held a press conference, Taro cried on the spot, apologized for the content of the script, and said bluntly that his father was bewitched by a certain right-wing capital】

Director Kaige's thick eyebrows were also surging.

Fuck, am I crazy or is this world crazy.

Only heard of brothers fighting, couples turning against each other, how could the drama of father and son killing each other be staged.

This can only be counted as half right; after all, the plans of some behind-the-scenes black hands have only been carried out halfway.

The son accusing the father is there, what about the father killing the son?

Boss Lu's intentional or unintentional eyes swept over Chen Hong and Director Kaige, both of whom were trembling with guilty conscience.

Even if they knew it might lead to revenge, but seeing the most active one besides them in the joint letter suffering a beheading plan, and in such a weird and earth-shattering way.

Who could not be afraid?

The fear of waiting for death is far more bone-deep than death itself.

Fortunately, their torment didn't last long.

Soon, Lu Kuan's staff were called to the leader's office for talks.

"Knock knock!"

"Please come in!"

Leader Liu was wearing glasses, his hands constantly flipping through the Olympic plan.

Today's talk, if there is no special situation, tomorrow morning is the official appointment ceremony.

Probably out of the cautious psychology of Chinese people doing things, before various major appointments, there is almost a standard process of talks.

The purpose is for the superior to conduct the final examination of the ideological dynamics and style of work of the selected personnel who are about to accept the organization's arrangements through face-to-face observation.

"Comrade Li Xiaolu, please sit."

"Leader, Happy New Year!"

Leader Liu smiled: "This year is wonderful, I can still see a big show of yours on New Year's Eve, enough to accompany the meal and drink!"

Lu Kuan also smiled: "Leader is criticizing me, pay attention in the future."

"Not criticism, not criticism." Leader Liu waved his hand: "Let's just chat casually, there is no need to explore your ideological dynamics."

"But behind closed doors, as a fellow villager, I still want to nag you a few more words, don't mind, right?"

He is from Wu Jin, Jiangsu, and Lu Kuan is from Jin Ling. The relationship between the two doesn't seem to reach the level of elders pointing out juniors, so using the identity of fellow villagers is the most direct and intimate.

The young director said seriously: "Leader, I am all ears."

"Comrade Li Xiaolu, many leaders know you, look highly upon you, and are actually silently caring about you."

"Your dedication to the Olympic cause, your enthusiasm for the *Tangshan* film and public welfare, including this time in North America singing praises for the Olympic Games and national culture, your performance is very outstanding."

"You are a talent that the top attaches great importance to, but the more they attach importance, the more they are afraid that you will take the wrong path."

"For example, this time with that little Liu girl, it almost caused a big fork!"

Leader Liu now looks calm and relaxed, but he also had no appetite for those two days.

As a big leader of the Olympic Committee, the final list was decided by him.

This leader had just started reviewing, and such an extremely important director position candidate had an international scandal, so what should he do?

Fortunately, the incident reversed and didn't leave any overly malicious aftermath.

Leader Liu smiled generously: "The higher you go, the more cautious you must be in your actions, don't be too adventurous."

"In addition, you are not young anymore, can you consider falling in love properly or starting a family?"

"If you don't mind, I have many children of old leaders who are also very well-matched with you, ah?"

Lu Kuan was stunned.

"Leader, thank you for your concern, but this matter should be slowed down, career first."

Leader Liu pretended to be dissatisfied: "I heard from Xiao Li that your asset scale has reached the level of the mainland richest man, and you still want career first?"

"Do you have to become the world's richest man before considering family problems?"

Although he said so, Leader Liu, who was entrusted by others, also laughed and skipped this topic.

There is no need to talk through with smart people; everyone understands in their hearts.

"Alright, the chat between fellow villagers ends here, below I represent the organization, officially notify you of an appointment."

The young director sat upright, his heart drumming.

The Olympic Games are of great significance to him.

This is a halo of self-protection, an important path to practice artistic ideals, and one of the conditions for him to publicly own the blog network.

With it, after August 8, 2008, as long as there is no major accident, at least there is no need to worry about malicious seizure.

Of course, normal commercial competition, everyone relies on their own ability.

"First, report the final result of the second round of statement." "Five judges scored five teams, the content was detailed into 22 items, and in the five evaluation items with major weights."

"Cultural element display, Zhang Yimou team first, Gu Ji second."

"Era style presentation, Chen Weiya team first, Zhang Yimou team second."

"Technical implementation feasibility, your drone development progress, although exceeding expectations, has not reached expectations after all."

"So your score in this item is very low."

"Creative and artistic value, Gu Ji and Zhang Yimou team tied for first."

"Theme fit, Gu Ji first, Liberation Army team second."

Lu Kuan nodded constantly.

From the bidding results, Gu Ji and Old Mouzi's Jack Morton joint team were almost tied, so other factors of measurement were very important.

Age, experience, he was not dominant.

"After research by the Olympic Committee and reporting to the superior leaders for approval, it is now decided: Appoint Comrade Zhang Yimou as the chief director of the Olympic opening and closing ceremonies..."

Leader Liu naturally didn't have the bad taste of a film festival award presenter to hang people's appetite, and continued to announce:

"Appoint Comrade Lu Kuan as the chief director of the Olympic opening and closing ceremonies."

Lu Kuan opened his eyes wide, watching Leader Liu put down the document in his hand: "Two people, at the same time...?"

"Right, double egg yolk."

Good for you... also learned this set from Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers!

Leader Liu sighed: "To be honest, the process of this appointment was very difficult."

"Your and Zhang Yimou's plans are spring flowers and autumn moon, each has its own strengths."

"Zhang Yimou's bad thing is that the Athens eight minutes were too ugly, many leaders are still not at ease now, your performance in such a big scene is more mature."

"But you are too young, Zhang Jigang and Chen Weiya's political levels are very high, and I am afraid you can't suppress them alone."

"Finally, it was decided to let the two great artists work together, responsible for chief planning and chief director."

"Comrades Chen Weiya and Zhang Jigang will be deputy chief directors, checking for leaks and filling gaps, and exerting their respective professional expertise."

Originally, this talk, Leader Liu didn't need to say so much to Lu Kuan.

But first, after the contact and cooperation in the Zhou Jun and drone incidents, Leader Liu very much appreciated the overall situation and ideological height of this young director.

Second, the appointment of the Olympic Committee this time is indeed a bit unconventional.

In order to let everyone in the team recognize the painstaking efforts of the organization and not produce estrangement and discord before work, it is still necessary to explain it slightly.

Lu Kuan was surprised, but had no dissatisfaction, and his ability to admire Old Mouzi was convincing: "Everything obeys the organization's decision, I will definitely do my best to serve the Olympic cause of the motherland!"

"Good! Very good!" Leader Liu could see that this was from the heart.

He rarely made a joke: "Okay, I won't keep you for dinner tonight, hehe."

"Leader is polite." Boss Lu smiled and responded, but had no intention of leaving.

Arranged for Dong Shuangqiang to plan such a big show outside, just waiting for him to press the finale in front of Leader Liu!

Leader Liu looked up, seeing his expression of wanting to speak but stopping: "What's wrong?"

"Leader, I have something to report, it's quite important, I don't know if it will delay your time."

This was the first time Leader Liu saw his expression so solemn, frowning: "Say it first."

"Does the leader still remember the Olympic bidding plan leak incident in October?"

"Mm."

"This time going abroad, I specifically asked the professional American business consulting company Accenture to investigate, the main media that leaked the plan at the beginning..."

Boss Lu's tone paused; this was to put the logical stress on the following sentence.

"It is News Corp!"

"Including this photo incident, it was also operated behind the scenes by Wendi Deng, the female president of Myspace Asia under News Corp."

"The website that first published the plan was Knewz under News Corp, and the dissemination of the plan among Chinese users and Asian users in their Myspace is also extremely high."

Nonsense, News Corp is the boss of the American media industry, Myspace is the first of SNS websites, of course, news spreads fast in these markets with large market shares.

Why didn't he say that his Mytube at the time also participated in the dissemination?

Leader Liu frowned tightly. He naturally knew the name of News Corp, but had never been in charge of this work and didn't know much about it.

"This Wendi Deng... is overseas Chinese, right?"

"Yes, this person belongs to a complete anarchist, very similar to her husband Murdoch."

"More importantly, she has a close relationship with the Japanese right-wing organization 'Association for Spreading Historical Facts to the World'. This hunting of me is their conspiracy."

Catching the opportunity to complain, Boss Lu was naturally exhaustive.

"When 'Tangshan' was on its roadshow in Japan, a Japanese man named Ge Gexi Xiong approached me repeatedly, telling me that if I entered the Olympic team, I could spend a large sum of money to buy the leaked plan from me."

"After being rejected, he found mainland director Lu Chuan and his father, and funded a huge amount of money for film creation involving major historical themes."

Boss Lu signaled his phone: "Now this matter has been exposed, I just received several calls outside just now."

Leader Liu's eyes were restrained, and he instantly thought of the fact that Gu Ji's massacre script had been rejected and had not been resubmitted.

At that time, he was already guessing whether this young man was falling into the trap again.

Didn't expect this shot to be hit here.

He signaled Lu Kuan to wait, called his secretary, and chatted for a few words concisely.

The script comparison on the internet, photo exposure, and Taro's press conference were all in a uproar, and the secretary described everything in a few words.

"Truly wolfish ambition!" Leader Liu slammed the table with anger.

He believed seven percent of the young director's sworn words, which was already too much.

But just like in the Zhou Jun incident, the tacit understanding he reached with Lu Kuan, some things depend on people.

People are right, everything is right. 【317-2

The reason this young man before him repeatedly made him feel admiration, besides his red and expert ideological stance, was that his moves were always precise and flawless; he never forced things, but only acted according to the trend.

Playing a casual move, capturing the dragon, leaving no traces.

The main medium for the leak of the Olympic plan in North America could not be fake; he would not lie.

But were Deng Wendi and the Ge Gexi Xiong and the Lu father and son he mentioned targeting him personally, or the Olympic Games?

This was quite subtle.

Not far away, professional camera personnel filmed this car accident encounter and police dispatch throughout.

But what about now?

Not long after Lu Tianmin left home, Lu Chuan came to his office located at Yanda Huayi headquarters to modify the script.

Usually he would stay in his studio, but now perhaps he felt he needed a backer and a background to feel at ease.

As for modifying the script, it was his second plan.

At worst, just say that the version submitted for review was only the first draft, just like what his father said; it was just a primary school student writing the wrong homework, what did it count for?

"Director Lu! Director Lu!"

The female assistant ran in in a panic.

Lu Chuan was sensitive, and was almost scared to pee by her breaking in: "Said how many times, don't call me Director Lu! Call me Director Chuan!"

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

"No! Your father!"

Taro stood up suddenly: "What happened to my father?"

The female assistant couldn't explain clearly, and simply turned his computer on the table to show him the post that had spread across the internet within ten minutes.

【A well-known anti-corruption literature author, why does he frequently meet with a notorious right-wing element?】

The Izakaya of Changfugong Sakura, Dafu Teahouse, the scene where the two were not necessarily friendly, but obviously quite familiar.

Then there was the big digging of these two people.

The remarks, actions, and appearance of the former in various sensitive periods in the past.

The stinking speeches of the latter in various associations denying history, and the "Association for Spreading Historical Facts to the World" behind him.

These were photos collected many times before.

"Fuck! Who did this!"

Taro was first furious, then a twitch and shrinkage of his soul.

Who did it? Shouldn't you be clearer than anyone else?

Also a young director, also "Lu" director, this Director Lu obviously didn't have the calmness of the other one when big things happened.

At this moment, he took out his phone tremblingly, almost forgot what his dad was called, and finally found his number.

*Du du du*...

*Du du du*...

*Du du du*...

The muscles on both sides of Taro's cheeks twitched uncontrollably, his throat rolled, and he couldn't pop out a word for a long time.

This deliberate framing, although it hadn't involved him for the time being, the ruin of his father's reputation was almost equivalent to his family's decline.

No, it was family collapse.

In a conventional public opinion environment, such a meeting didn't seem too sensitive.

But if this old writer participated in the screenwriting of such a script discussing the human nature of beasts, and launched a cyber-bullying against the righteous Lu Kuan director through a joint letter.

Plus the stinking origin of this devil, and those few photos that could be hammered and the content of the script.

This is quantitative change leading to qualitative change.

Moreover, he hadn't made a move or made a sound yet?

Really didn't make a move? Not necessarily, it's just that he didn't make a move himself.

His agent, Vice President Dong, was already sitting in the office of the big and small Wangs.

The inexplicable car accident was naturally his handwriting, and the target was Taro who was trembling in the office on the third floor of Yanda Huayi.

Dong Shuangqiang's face was cold: "Dajun, if you want to clear the relationship, you must poke this matter out and let everyone see the truth."

"After all, he is still your director, and this film also has your small investment."

"I can be responsible for saying that this matter is destined to poke the sky, long pain is worse than short pain."

Dajun was silent for a long time, feeling the difference in life again, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.

How many years has it been, and it has almost fallen to the point of being pressed by people to drink water.

"We didn't participate in Director Lu's matter before."

"Treating everyone equally, this time please forgive us for still choosing not to intervene or interfere."

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

"Then the investment company newly established by Wendi Deng in the mainland, how did it hold 7 points of your shares?"

"The contradiction between Wendi Deng and President Lu, I believe it is no secret to you, right?"

"First there was investment, then there was the live broadcast event, and first there was the live broadcast event, then there was investment."

"They are two different things."

Dong Shuangqiang didn't want to break the ugly faces of the two brothers watching the show on the side.

Different positions, nothing to criticize.

Hearing this threat that was not a threat, Dajun felt thousands of turns in his heart, difficult to choose for a while.

The two brothers were indeed watching coldly this time, but someone really wanted to add a crime, why worry about no words, what could he do?

Since Zhou Jun, they no longer had the courage to play conspiracies with Lu Kuan.

Dong Shuangqiang said in a deep voice: "Before coming this time, President Lu asked me to convey to you two on the phone."

"The plate of the film industry in the mainland is still very small, and we need everyone to work together to make it bigger and stronger."

"Whether it is the cooperation between Gu Ji and Disney, or your cooperation with Warner and Fox, or the cooperation between Cheng Tian and Columbia, they are not enemy contradictions."

"Everyone can shelve disputes and make this cake bigger together, each has its own benefits, even if there is some fierce commercial competition, it is not a big deal."

He put down the teacup in his hand heavily again: "But!"

"Some people's brains are rotting, their positions are crooked, and they even want to use art forms with audiences as high as tens of millions like film to carry out tricks of poisoning thoughts."

"Dajun, think about your glorious identity!"

"Wait!"

Old Dong made a gesture to leave, and his arm was grabbed.

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

Gu Ji's new Vice President smiled with relief, took out his phone, and showed him a few freshly baked photos.

"This!"

"He has already been...?"

The Vice President who had handed in the certificate of investment said noncommittally: "I'll wait in the conference room, you take this photo and tell Lu Taro like this..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 317 =====

Lu Chuan turned around and looked at the reporter with righteous indignation, roaring with red-rimmed eyes: "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot both be fulfilled! What purpose could I have! What can I do! On one side is the motherland, on the other side is... sob, sob, sob..."

At the Jiu Xian Qiao station, two comrades from the branch bureau went out to take a call and returned to the interrogation room with relaxed expressions.

After grinding with that old thing for an afternoon, they could finally end this miserable chore.

Bah! Traitor!

Old Lu was a bit confused; why were they letting him go after only 8 hours?

Right! It must be that his great son had come to save him!

Also, it had been so long; if he still didn't know how to pull strings to get someone out, then he was truly too stupid.

"You guys, I'll remember you." Old Lu adjusted his thick glasses and struggled to stand up, his legs sore from sitting.

The old man provoked: "What, no need to sign the transcript?"

"Know fear now? A bunch of ignorant fools!"

The young police officer with pimples was a bit indignant. The reason there was no need to sign was because he was being transferred to the State Security, and signing the transfer documents was enough.

However, before the words could leave his mouth, he was pulled back by his veteran partner.

Discipline issues could not be violated; let him go and accept the arrangements of fate himself.

Walking out of the courtyard of this grassroots station with its crumbling walls, looking at the sky where twilight was rising, Old Lu also felt something in his heart.

That kid Lu Kuan, what was the point of going to such lengths to set him up?

Wasn't he released after only eight hours?

Releasing you after eight hours was because the twelve hours originally prepared weren't needed; the matter was already done.

"Dad!"

"Dad! You're finally out! Sob, sob, sob!!!"

Lu Chuan had just finished his righteous performance with the reporters when he saw his elderly father, who seemed to have aged a few more years, walking out of the station.

Old Lu looked dissatisfied: "Chuan'er, why did you come so late?"

Lu Chuan gritted his teeth, deciding to be ruthless and play the part to the end: "Dad! I'm sorry for you! But for the sake of historical truth, I cannot go against my conscience! Sob, sob, sob!"

The number one filial son knelt on the cold concrete floor, the cold wind wailing, echoing his tearful accusations, which were somewhat shocking.

At this moment, Lu Chuan perhaps approached his inner demon, the other young director, in terms of acting.

The old father looked at him in disbelief, suddenly feeling a chill down his spine. What did these words mean?

Looking at the disgusted expressions of the surrounding reporters and ordinary people, they were no different from the police officers in the station just now.

He said sternly: "Chuan'er! Get up! What is going on!"

"Dad! You often taught me that it doesn't matter if you take the wrong path, as long as you know how to turn back, there is still hope..."

Lu Chuan wouldn't get up, kowtowing on the ground to maintain his persona: "This time, you shouldn't have colluded with Ge Gexi Xiong! Dad! Sob, sob, sob!"

"Those Japanese soldiers have no humanity at all! You shouldn't have written it like that in the script! Sob, sob, sob..."

The old writer, in his sixties, was struck by lightning, his furrowed face full of terror. In this instant, it seemed as if he had returned to that era when it was an honor to destroy one's own family for the sake of righteousness.

He walked over with a staggering gait, his body almost unable to stand steady in the cold wind!

"You! What did you say!"

Lu Chuan didn't dare to look him in the eye. In his downward-looking field of vision, two pairs of standard leather shoes appeared, followed by a rather majestic voice.

"Lu Tianmin, I am an officer from the Municipal State Security Anti-Espionage Intelligence Bureau. I am now summoning you in accordance with the law. This is the document; please take a look."

Old Lu's eyes were wide with rage: "Why? On what grounds!"

He looked again at his great son, who was submissive and didn't even dare to look at him, and the veteran screenwriter instantly understood something...

"No! Comrades, listen to me!"

"It wasn't me! It was him! It was Lu Chuan! I was just cleaning up after him!"

The old literary thief who had killed people with his pen in those years suddenly felt the same palpitations and tension at this moment.

Just like the high-level intellectuals who were habitually disowning their relatives during the catastrophe, the mentally collapsed Old Lu instantly pointed at his unfilial son on the ground!

How could Lu Chuan endure this?

He summoned the courage to stand up and continue shifting the blame: "Comrades, please treat my father well. He just made a momentary mistake. Please..."

"Screw your mother!"

Old Lu, not knowing where he got the strength, kicked his son in the waist, knocking Lu Chuan, who had been kneeling for a long time with weak knees, to the ground.

And where did he have any good health himself? He stumbled and fell to the ground, and the scene instantly became chaotic!

The State Security comrades were speechless, preventing the swarming reporters from taking photos while pulling the father and son apart.

They had heard of brothers fighting and couples turning against each other, but this father and son killing each other was truly the first time they had witnessed it.

A family of beasts, simply unbearable to look at.

The comrades on the scene quickly controlled the situation: "Lu Chuan! Do not act rashly. We didn't have time to show it earlier, but this is your arrest warrant. Come with us!"

Lu Chuan was instantly devastated. After a few seconds of silence, he broke down and wept: "Dad? You!"

"Why did you have to drag me down with you even when you were dying! Sob, sob, sob! Dad!"

He thought his old father had confessed everything in the station.

A pair of disheveled father and son, a pair of father and son whose glasses were almost crushed, looked at each other without a word, and then despairingly closed their eyes.

It seemed that if they didn't look, they could isolate themselves from the disdain and malice of the onlookers and the whole world, and continue to maintain the posture and status of their great writer and great director in their imagined world.

The father and son allowed themselves to be dragged into a black commercial vehicle.

Noise, screams, shutters, and gasps intertwined and gathered; a human drama that made people sigh was unfolding.

In the Bentley Arnage not far away, Liu Yifei watched with a complex expression as the beastly father and son performed their "exposure" scene.

Compared to their mutual backstabbing, the mutual trust between her and Lu Kuan seemed to have a higher value.

She turned her head to look at the expressionless young director.

At this moment, the car window was the monitor for the filming site, and the "officers," reporters, masses, and the Lu father and son in the farce before them were all his actors.

In his eyes, this should just be an ordinary drama film that he had personally written, directed, and pushed forward until it was now wrapped?

The film was titled "Beastly Father and Son Killing Each Other," and the core idea was to kill the person first, then destroy their heart.

Liu Yifei thought of the judgment of his "Machiavellian personality" recorded in her diary by Xi Kaiyuan.

At this moment, she seemed to faintly understand the feeling of a reborn person disenchanting everything and viewing all things from a superior perspective.

The only thing that made her feel at ease was that at this moment, she was sitting right beside him, watching the world together.

(End of chapter)