80 widows in the control group, eating melons and raising cubs are poor and happy

Song Jiaying's idea was rather different, but he gave a slight reminder, and Bai Liu understood what he meant instantly.

Since Song Jingzhang wants to take the initiative to expose the Song family's past, and everyone in the city is also concerned about the Song family's situation, under such circumstances, the media will definitely not let them go.

Whether it is for pure entertainment purposes or for other purposes, the media is all-pervasive and will pay close attention to Song Jingyun, Lu Pingwan, and even their family of three.

In the following days, they can control what they say to their servants at home, and there will be no problems in the company, but they cannot control other people.

There are too many people who know about the past, maybe neighbors, maybe old servants at home, maybe even unintentional witnesses... They can't stop everyone from talking.

It's better to block it than to open it up. Since everyone is curious, it might as well be straight out.

"...For us to speak out or hold a press conference is too cheap and not worth it." Song Jiaying looked at Bai Liu, "You know what I mean."

Bai Liu nodded: "Then we will show it through dramatic expression. The initiative is in our hands."

Literary and dramatic works, if the same story is presented in different ways, it will show different orientations.

The order in which the story is told also has a crucial impact.

Instead of waiting for others to distort the truth, they should show everyone and everything about the Song family.

Song Jingyun nodded frequently and suddenly said: "Also, I would like to remind you that after making up the story, you can contact Cheng Yuanbin. Of course, I hope to make the serious topics that may arise as entertaining as possible. But the degree of control can be compared with the mainland Let’s discuss it and don’t let people think we have any objections to the mainland.”

"We are businessmen and only businessmen."

Bai Liu immediately heard Song Jingyun's unfinished words. Their original intentions were the same, but the development of things did not depend on human will. There was no need for other misunderstandings.

But in this case——

"Frankly speaking, I once thought that our family's story was very legendary, but I didn't want to make my family's affairs public. On the one hand, we have to keep a low profile, and on the other hand, it is troublesome who will write the script and how to write it."

She felt embarrassed. The expression of the story must have been artistically processed, and it would be inappropriate to be too heavy or too light. And if the person holding the pen wanted to express praise or criticism, it would be difficult to detect it at a glance.

The final work presented is unpredictable.

"Yes," Lu Pingwan just stepped into the study and walked directly to Bai Liu, "That's the reason. We don't trust outsiders, and our interests and ideas may not be the same. Therefore, I think it is best for you to be the person who writes the story."

Bai Liu was stunned again.

She suspected that she heard wrongly and asked: "Me? Am I going to write this story?"

She immediately refused: "I can't do it. I have no experience in screenwriting. I will find the most reliable writer. We can discuss it at any time. There will be brave men under the reward. In addition, during filming, we all have our own team. You can rest assured.”

But Lu Pingwan stubbornly shook her head: "No, it's still different. When you write a story, we can accept vague things, and it will be more convenient to communicate with the mainland, but no one else can."

Bai Liu felt a little embarrassed. She smiled bitterly and said, "But I don't know how to do it now. If I wait until I finish writing the story, I will have missed the most critical period."

If she had been writing for ten or eight years, she would have to be careful and prudent when it came to matters involving her own family. She could not stand from the perspective of a bystander like when she wrote a novel.

Song Jingyun interrupted her: "What's the hurry? We don't need to clarify or explain at all now. Let them say what they say."

Bai Liu felt contradictory: "Since there is no impact, why film a TV series?"

After asking, she felt that maybe she shouldn't ask, but her family and elders didn't care. Song Jingyun actually laughed when he heard this: "It has no impact now, but who knows it won't have any impact in the future. I don't care much about my reputation. I'm more worried about becoming a target in the future. Hong Kong City will inevitably return, but things after the return will not matter. It’s easy to say. From my heart, I have feelings for the mainland, but many people in Hong Kong may not feel the same way.”

Some people deliberately interpreted the Song family's family affairs as state affairs, so Song Jingyun turned the family affairs into entertainment. He would never let himself become the target of public criticism.

Bai Liu suddenly realized that she had to admit that the perspectives and positions of people who had experienced many storms and major events were very different from hers.

She nodded in agreement.

"You still don't understand," Song Jiaying joked, turning to look at Song Jingyun and Lu Pingwan, while pointing in the direction of the small living room, "How should we deal with them now? Public opinion will not disappear for a while, should we just sit back and wait for death?"

Bai Liu hesitated whether to say it, but finally said: "Small things are important. Once a fixed impression is formed in the eyes of the public, it will be troublesome to explain in the future."

"This is not a problem, and there is no need for us to take action." Lu Pingwan and Song Jingyun looked at each other and smiled, "We don't need to come forward and wait for the mainland's handling and attitude."

Cheng Yuanbin's angry voice could be heard faintly in the living room. Looking again, Song Jingzhang and Lu Lewan also had stern expressions on their faces.

Obviously, the topic being discussed now is beyond Bai Liu's reach.

Lu Pingwan looked at Song Jiaying and Bai Liu: "You still have a lot to learn. Just this time, neither your father nor I will come forward. Everything will be handled by you, including meetings with relevant people from the mainland."

Bai Liu was familiar with the tradition of officialdom in the mainland. She never thought that Lu Pingwan would hand over the matter to her and Song Jiaying, so she subconsciously refused.

"Okay, I'll do it." Song Jiaying agreed more quickly.

Song Jingyun and Lu Pingwan felt satisfied, and they made eye contact. Song Jingyun finally said: "Then we won't come forward now. Let's arrange the company's affairs first, and leave it to you."

Lu Pingwan also said: "My in-laws have come all the way here, there is no need to let useless things affect my mood." She turned around and prepared to walk out, "If you have this time, why not go swimming."

Bai Liu:......

Okay, okay, we are not one family, so we don’t belong to the same family, right?

They are all changing in strange directions.

She was stunned for a moment, but when she came to her senses, Song Jingyun and Lu Pingwan had already left through another door.

Oh, seriously?

She looked at Song Jiaying blankly and pointed to the small living room: "Shall we deal with it?"

Outside are three living people, involved in private and official matters, who can also be called their elders - whether they want to be called so or not.

Song Jiaying smiled slightly: "Of course, we will handle it. Dad and Mom are really not afraid of getting more and more chaotic."

When he said this, Bai Liu became even more panicked.

Based on Song Jiaying's behavior today and the conversation she had with Song Jingzhang and Lu Lewan, she felt that the situation was a bit difficult to handle.

Suddenly, Song Jiaying smiled with an unknown meaning.

"First, let's make a phone call."