Actor: Thank you.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

There were other people present when Lu Chuan and Poet Chen plotted their poisoning at the dinner table.

When Lao Han angrily slammed his fist on the table in his office, there were other people in the office building as well.

The truth will eventually come out, just like Zhou Dongyu's underwear couldn't hide Yang Mi's secrets. At most, it can only be used as a guillotine; the rest of the truth will be revealed.

There are many people in the world who love to gossip, let alone gossip about a popular celebrity and two directors.

It spread in no time.

"Let's see what that kid does!" This refers to someone he doesn't get along with, or an ordinary entertainer.

Aren't you popular lately?

Then I'd like to see you suffer.

My colleagues are so kind.

Regardless of whether we have any personal grudges, it's good to have some fun by "setting off fireworks".

"These peasants are trying to climb all over us!"

These are some of the old guys from Beijing Film Studio.

Many of them are former subordinates, relatives, and friends of Mr. Chen Huaikai, and they will definitely support their own people.

These people may not necessarily have any grudge against Zhang Yuan.

But any interest group is xenophobic.

Even though they often have internal conflicts, they will collectively turn their guns on each other once an outsider appears.

But it’s not absolute.

If there are vested interests involved, they will temporarily abandon their stance.

"Is Kai Ge crazy?!"

The Wang brothers were completely dumbfounded when they heard about this kid.

“Lu Chuan isn’t that smart; it must be Old Chen’s doing.” The King took off his glasses, closed his eyes, and pressed his Jingming acupoint.

"what should we do?"

"Let's just leave it at that!" Xiao Wang leaned back in his seat.

The two brothers were initially quite pleased to see Zhang Yuan establish a patriotic persona.

why?

The Message.

Although Zhang Yuan played a Japanese soldier in the film, during the promotional campaign, it was said that he personally performed the role to expose the atrocities committed by the Japanese.

One could even say that Zhang Yuan's tough stance against the Japanese media stemmed from the influence he received while filming "The Message".

In this way, we'll benefit too; it's a good thing.

But things are different now; if things escalate to the other side...

The two Wang brothers were stumped; they couldn't reach it either.

Even these two arrogant brothers thought it was going too far.

No matter how much trouble you cause, it's still within the circle. If you take it outside the circle, you're breaking the rules.

They were also panicked, fearing that Zhang Yuan's misfortune would affect the film that had not yet been released.

"What if this affects that kid, then the movie, and then our IPO?" Xiao Wang asked.

The king remained silent, his heart filled with hatred for the two scoundrels.

Similarly, Mr. Wang was also a little panicked about the fiber optic connection.

Not just because I've been getting close to Zhang Yuan lately.

The key point is that his widely reported story was from our fiber optic program.

If it gets implicated and the show gets shut down... "Entertainment Live" is Fiberhome's flagship program, and if it ends, it will definitely suffer a major blow.

It's not good to clarify the optical fiber now, but it's not good not to clarify it either.

At this point, disclaiming any connection would not only damage one's character but also easily make things worse.

But if we don't distance ourselves from it, something really serious could happen...

Boss Wang also hated these old Deng brothers from the imperial circle.

She always belittles me, and now she's dragging him into it too.

Wang Changtian is a top student from the Journalism Department of Fudan University, and has an incredibly solid theoretical foundation in media operations and public reaction.

After analyzing the situation for a while in the office, I felt a deep headache coming on.

He feared that Zhang Yuan might not be able to withstand the test of human nature!

The most insidious aspect of the two directors' move wasn't attracting superhuman forces, but rather their choice of strategy.

The Court of State Ceremonial can certainly influence actors; the simplest way is through visas.

If they don't let you go abroad, you won't be able to go to Hollywood to make movies.

In addition, Wang Changtian knew that Zhang Yuan had several Hollywood blockbusters scheduled for release in China.

If he gets stuck because of him, he will face exorbitant compensation!
Even if they don't die, they'll be badly hurt and have to give back all the money they've earned over the years.

And Hollywood salaries are really high.

What if this kid eventually runs out of options and, in a fit of anger, decides to renounce his citizenship in order to make money overseas?
That would have been a slap in the face for his previous patriotism, and his image would have been completely ruined!

Wang Changtian was unsure of Zhang Yuan's choice.

However, in recent years, many top artists from the Taiwan Strait have chosen to immigrate.

Actors are heartless, prostitutes are ungrateful.

There are quite a few heartless and ruthless people in the entertainment industry.

Many celebrities immigrate immediately after making money, only to want to return when they get older.

Just like a line from the movie "Crazy Stone".

"Come and go as you please, it's a public restroom!"

What Wang Changtian feared most was that Zhang Yuan would follow the same path as Li Lianjie.

After all, when Lao Li talked about immigrating back then, there was always an attitude in his words that he felt wronged and had no choice.

In the early days, there was indeed not much money to make movies in mainland China. No matter how high the box office was, the actors were still paid a fixed salary.

Hong Kong is in chaos again, and he has learned his lesson the hard way.

Now Zhang Yuan is also being "persecuted," fearing that young people are hot-tempered and might make a rash decision.

After thinking it over, Wang Changtian decided he still needed to remind Zhang Yuan.

So I called him.

"Hey, where are you?"

"Still in Paris, having coffee with friends."

"You seem quite relaxed."

Wang Changtian, I've heard you're quite ambitious.

Even with disaster looming, he still has the mood to drink coffee.

"Did you need something from me?" Zhang Yuan asked in a warm and friendly manner, showing no sign of being in a hurry.

"I heard someone is trying to harm you, and their methods aren't exactly honorable."

"You've heard about it, haven't you? The news spreads pretty fast."

"What are you going to do?"

"As a friend, I want to tell you that you must think twice before you act."

"Don't worry, I'm taking care of it."

"Is it being resolved?" Wang Changtian was intrigued by the confidence in his voice.

"How are you going to solve it?"

"You can rest assured that we will resolve this openly and honestly."

"I'm fine."

I didn't explain in detail, only saying that I would see him when I returned to China, and then I hung up the phone.

He also has to entertain guests, so it's not appropriate for him to keep making phone calls.

At this moment, a refined-looking middle-aged man was sitting in front of him.

His solution was to find this person.

Upon learning that someone had gone to the Court of State Ceremonial to file a complaint, Zhang Yuan was unusually flustered.

This was an unexpected situation.

But he quickly remembered.

I have connections within the Honglu Temple system!
Who?
My father-in-law does this kind of work!

He made a phone call on the spot.

"Hey, how have you been lately?" "Have you read any new books?"

He contacted Liu Qianqian, who was "unemployed at home," directly.

"It's been great. I've read some inspirational quotes and some philosophy books." Xiaolongnu's voice was cheerful as she answered his call.

"That's good. I'm happy to know you're happy."

"Ah."

"Um... I'm a little embarrassed, but I need your help with something."

Like any other person, Liu Qianqian has parents, although they are divorced.

I know Liu Xiaoli well; she's a dancer and beautiful.

But the "An" in her original name, An Feng, came from her father.

Lao An isn't an artist, but he's quite artistic himself.

He was quite handsome when he was young, and also a cultured person.

Otherwise, someone as arrogant as Liu Xiaoli wouldn't have even considered her.

Because he was a top student in the French department, he stayed at Wuhan University to work after graduating.

In addition, due to his family's connections, he was transferred to work at an overseas embassy.

It's the Paris Embassy!
Logically speaking, his rank at the embassy was not high.

……

The reason he was specifically invited was that in 06, the higher authorities collaborated with the Paris city government to establish a Confucius Institute there.

This Confucius Institute is jointly run by Wuhan University and Paris Diderot University, with each university appointing one person to jointly manage it, adopting a dual-director system.

And Lao An is the Chinese dean.

Because of his dual identity, he had close ties with the Parisian education community and other high society figures.

This is why Huayi only dared to blacklist Liu Qianqian, but dared not retaliate in any physical sense.

If this really blows up and pushes their family too far, something terrible could happen.

Moreover, he is currently in Paris, and the other party happens to be in Paris as well. Isn't that a coincidence?

"If you're having trouble, just say so. I won't blame you." After explaining his request, he added to Sisi.

"Mmm," the other person replied with a nasal tone.

"It's no trouble at all, and I'm glad you contacted me."

"You're always the one helping me, and now there's something I can do to help you."

"I will explain it to Dad in detail, so don't worry."

"However, I can't guarantee whether I can help you solve your problem," she replied very seriously.

Zhang Yuan knew that her relationship with his father was quite innocent.

Her godfather and mother basically handled all the work-related matters; her father didn't contribute much.

This is the first time someone has ever asked my dad for help.

Old An laughed when he heard it.

"rare."

“You usually only talk to your dad for chats, but you never ask me for help.”

"I'll help a boy instead."

"What's your relationship with me?" Old An asked.

"A relationship of mutual help," Sisi replied after thinking for a moment.

Old Ando is a shrewd man and a professor; he has seen at least eight or ten thousand young people.

If they didn't say they were friends, then that means they're more than just friends.

That's how we ended up drinking coffee on the banks of the Seine.

Zhang Yuan was thinking about whether he should bring two packs of cigarettes and a bottle of Moutai.

I don't know what the customs are for meeting your father-in-law for the first time in Paris.

Of course, you can't just call him "father-in-law" directly; that would be too shameless.

"Uncle, that's the situation." He honestly recounted the whole story in detail.

"Oh, I see." Old An nodded, picked up his coffee and took another sip.

"Is your line of work really that dangerous?"

"Is this how everyone in the industry is?"

"Is it really necessary to make such a big deal out of this?" Old An said this not only because of his own affairs, but also because he had heard about his daughter's situation.

"Some people want to expand, and they're used to expanding."

"After standing on the mountain for a long time, you start to think that the altitude of several hundred meters is your own height."

"Alright, I understand what you mean." Old An didn't argue.

Even her own daughter was a target of persecution by these so-called "aristocrats".

"I understand the situation, let's put that aside for now."

There's something I want to ask you.

"You say."

"What's your relationship with Xiaofeng?" Old An still called him by the name his parents had given him.

"I admire her very much." Zhang Yuan felt that hiding it would seem hypocritical, so he simply said it directly.

"Heh heh." Old An didn't expect him to be so direct, and instead looked at him with newfound respect.

At least they dare to take responsibility for their actions.

My daughter has come to me for help, and you still call us just ordinary friends? That's disgusting.

"However... her mother is very strict with her."

"Hehehe." The other party laughed upon hearing this.

After all, he was Liu Xiaoli's "number one victim".

No one knows better than him how assertive Aunt Liu is.

Mentioning Liu Xiaoli brought the two closer together.

This may be what we call a "common enemy".

There's another layer to his meaning when he says that.

My mom is strict, which means I haven't done anything inappropriate to her.

Fathers love their daughters and want to make them feel comfortable.

He couldn't get what he wanted, and he hadn't even gotten any benefit from it. He didn't want to make it seem like his daughter hadn't suffered any loss, and that she was still charming.

"I understand. I will handle this impartially from now on." They chatted for a while longer about everyday things, mostly the other party trying to extract information from them.

There's a knack to handling things impartially.

Most people don't even have the right to be impartial.

Old An stood up, shook hands with him, and said goodbye.

After the other party left, Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected, the identity of a father-in-law naturally carries a sense of pressure.

The reason I sought him out was quite clear.

The Court of State Ceremonial was not an idle government office; it didn't have time to send someone specifically to investigate an actor.

Even if an investigation were to be conducted, the people in the area where the incident occurred, namely Paris, would be consulted first.

So, once you've won over Lao An, he'll be more inclined to side with you when answering questions or writing reports, and the whole thing will be a breeze.

Just like in ancient times, the life and death of ordinary people were determined by the gavel of the magistrate and the pen of the clerk.

People's words are two separate things; they can always be right.

The same event, written from different angles, will definitely yield very different results.

Just like "Ip Man" and "City of Life and Death".

They weren't only talking about resisting Japan.

They are from completely different angles.

"Are you trying to give me a difficult problem?"

"Okay, okay, I'll make a note of it."

"Now the referees, witnesses, organizers, and co-organizers are all my people."

"What do you have to fight me with!"

"I'll show you what it means to sue this official!" (End of Chapter)