Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 317 Human Tragedy
"Dong dong!"

"Please come in!"

Taro hurriedly pushed the door open and asked for help. Even if Wang Dajun hadn't called him, he couldn't sit still.

My father is missing!
An hour ago he was still calmly comforting himself at home, and it’s only been a little longer?

"Brother Jun!" Lu Chuan's face and head were covered in sweat. He couldn't wait for the elevator and ran up the stairs directly.

"My father..."

"Lu Chuan!" Wang Xiaolei pressed his shoulder and sat down. "Calm down a bit. My brother and I have something to discuss with you."

Rikutaro was already a bit crazy: "I can't calm down! My dad..."

Before he could finish his words, he sucked in a breath of cold air.

On the screen of the mobile phone that Wang Dajun handed over, the scene of Writer Lu and Ge Xixiong being stuffed into the police car by the uncle in the hat appeared clearly.

Taro's nerves felt like they were being pierced and teased by a sharp needle, and fear came like a surging tide in an instant.

"Who arrested him? Why did they arrest my dad? What did he do wrong?!"

Seeing beads of sweat rolling down Lu Chuan's forehead like beads from a broken string, Wang Dajun slammed the table: "Lu Chuan!"

"I don't know, nor do I care, what contact you and your son had with this Kasai Xiong. You know best."

"But I know that if you continue to be so muddle-headed, not only will your father be implicated, you yourself will be in danger, and our Huayi will also be greatly implicated!"

Taro's face flushed and his breathing became rapid. He was forced into a corner by Wang Dajun's two words.

"I...what should I do?"

"Hold a press conference. As long as you're prepared, I can have Xinlang, Blog.com, Wangyi and print media present within two hours to clarify the truth at Huayi."

Taro nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes! It's time to speak up. We can't let that person keep manipulating us."

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

Wang Dajun said solemnly, "Don't ask! This matter hasn't involved you yet. Do you know if it was the Public Security Bureau or the National Security Bureau who took him away?"

"You're just asking around to find out more about the case. Do you want to be caught in one fell swoop?"

Lu Chuan shuddered again when he heard this, took off his glasses, swallowed helplessly, and wiped the sweat from his face fiercely.

Wang Xiaolei got a look from his brother and stepped forward to join in the fun: "Chuan'er, we're all friends I've known for a long time."

"When you were bullied by Jiang Wen in 'Looking for a Gun', the first person you called was me. You cried like that on the phone. I really treated you as a buddy."

"Yes, yes, yes! I know Mr. Wang, you've taken a lot of care of me over the years. If it weren't for Hoh Xil... Oh!"

Wang Xiaolei said proudly: "Say that!"

"Even if you lose a lot, didn't we invest in this 'Jinling! Jinling!'? Didn't we say anything else?"

"But now that the problem has occurred, we must find a way to solve it."

"Uncle Lu is already like this. Once he's in some places, it's still unclear whether he can get out. Even if he can get out, from now on..."

"Dad!" Taro suddenly cried out heartbreakingly, and then turned to the two people in front of him who were like life-saving straws: "What should I do?"

"Hold a press conference, draw a clear line between you and your father, blame everything on him, and proactively explain the situation to the relevant authorities."

Wang Dajun said this lightly, almost making Lu Chuan, who had been suffering from nervous breakdown due to the torture in the past few days, faint.

Taro stood up suddenly, confused and bewildered: "How...how could this be?"

"Why not?"

Wang Xiaolei angrily shouted, "Do you want to die with him?"

"No matter what mistakes Uncle Lu makes, he still has a group of literary friends to protect him. The high-ranking leaders in the Federation of Literary and Art Circles can naturally have a say in that."

"What about you?"

"If something happens to you, not to mention how the higher-ups will deal with you, even if you come out unscathed, will you still be able to be a director in the future?"

"Don't forget, back then you and Lu Kuan were both young directors everyone was talking about. Look at him, doesn't he think more about himself?"

Taro burst into tears: "Why did it come to this?"

"I just wrote a script! I just accepted investment from the Japanese! Why are you so ruthless? Wuwuwu..."

Wang Dajun walked up to him and spoke in a gentle tone, but it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"Things are complicated, so I'll tell you what to do when the time comes."

"The current situation is that it is very likely that my uncle has fallen into the water, and his condition is unknown."

"That man is still watching you from behind. Either you show your attitude, shirk responsibility, and take the initiative to explain the situation, or you can wait for his revenge."

“Think about what happened to those who came before you.”

"Father Liu is sentenced to life imprisonment. Even if his sentence is reduced to 20 years, he will be half dead when he is released."

"His son Liu Zeyu was sentenced to fifteen years. By the time this competitive young master is released, Lu Kuan's children will be in elementary school."

"Is Zhou Jun's family considered okay?"

"Let me tell you something. Father Zhou didn't even attend the company's Spring Festival party this year. He might be transferred to a sinecure at the Federation of Trade Unions after the holiday."

"Old Zhou himself... is said to be mentally unstable and has been taken abroad by his mother for recuperation and treatment."

Taro was startled when he heard this, and his anger towards Lu Kuan seemed to be replaced by fear in an instant.

The tragic endings of these two pairs of father and son shattered the last bit of hope in his heart.

His body shrank and trembled involuntarily, his shoulders drooped weakly, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead like beads from a broken string. His spirit was close to the critical point of collapse.

From the leak of the script, to the exposure of the photos of the meeting with Kasai Xiong, to the shocking news of his father's arrest, to the persuasion, coercion and inducement of Da Jun and Xiao Lei.

This progressive fear hit him hard.

The last straw that broke the camel's back was the man's notorious reputation and the two pairs of father and son who had already written examples for him.

Are we, the father and son, also going to experience such a fate?

Do not!
Taro raised his head suddenly and uttered words through gritted teeth: "Let's hold a press conference..."

Brothers Dajun and Xiaolei looked at each other and sighed in their hearts.

Fortunately, Taro is a coward.

She cried when she was bullied while filming "Looking for a Gun", cried when she called Wang Xiaolei and felt wronged, cried when she attended the premiere of the Cannes Film Festival in 2002, and cried when "Kekexili" was accused of plagiarism.

The most recent time was the failure of "2024" in 749. Faced with overwhelming negative reviews and criticism, he cried in public again.

Obviously, at this press conference, under this good show of sacrificing family for the sake of justice, the audience was fortunate enough to witness his affectionate tears flowing.

At this time, writer Lu, who was unaware that his fate was determined by the good son he had worked so hard to raise, was still sitting in the interrogation room of Jiuxianqiao Police Station without saying a word.

Obviously, writer Lu, who was involved in a public security case, could not get out for a while.

"Comrade, you all know my identity now. Do you think someone like me would get into a fight?"

"Can you please let me call my workplace first?"

The young police officer with a pimple on his forehead said sternly, "I'm sorry, Writer Lu, this is not in compliance with regulations."

Old Lu is now roughly certain that the car accident was caused intentionally, but he still hasn't figured out the reason behind it.

He writes anti-corruption scripts and novels, and is familiar with the case handling procedures of public security, procuratorial and judicial organs.

In public security cases such as fighting, the time for questioning and verification by the public security organs shall not exceed 8 hours.

8 hours, not even time for dinner, who can produce any article?
Thinking of Kasai Xiong's identity, he didn't want to make a big fuss, so he simply closed his eyes and sat quietly in the interrogation room, patiently listening to the police officer's random questions.

The comrades at Jiuxianqiao Office are very friendly and never treat us harshly.

The lunch was also very nice, and the director even bought two packs of good cigarettes.

It wasn't until three in the afternoon that two comrades from the police station suddenly came in and said, "Please take the criminal suspect to the interrogation room."

Lu Tianmin's expression changed drastically: "Why?"

"Why do you do this?"

There are two types of questioning when public security organs investigate and handle cases.

Interrogation is the questioning of criminal suspects.

The questioning is conducted on witnesses, victims, or the parties involved in ordinary public security cases.

He is now being taken from the interrogation room to the interrogation room by the police. From the perspective of due process, he is being treated as a suspect in a criminal case.

It’s just that the suspected crime should not be serious, otherwise he should be taken directly to the detention center for interrogation.

A comrade from the branch office looked up at him, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

"One of the parties involved in the conflict with you suffered ear damage due to a mild concussion, which constitutes a first-degree minor injury."

"Writer Lu, you've written so many books and you claim to be a voice for justice. Shouldn't you understand some principles?"

Lu Tianmin was stunned, not knowing what he was implying.

However, intentional injury resulting in minor injuries has indeed been upgraded from a public security case to a suspected intentional injury crime.

According to regulations, the interrogation time is a maximum of 12 hours. If the case is particularly complex and serious, it can be extended to 24 hours.

Old Lu was really panicked now. He was not afraid of 8 hours, but if some things continued overnight and fermented, it was really hard to say what kind of trouble would happen.

hiss!
He suddenly thought of his son!
Where's Taro? I've been gone for almost 8 hours, and you're still not making any noise?!
Two comrades from the Municipal Bureau led him to the interrogation room. Writer Lu suddenly grabbed one of them by the arm and whispered, "Comrade! I'm very familiar with Political Commissar Li from your Chaoyang Branch. Can I make a phone call..."

The police officers at the branch thought to themselves that it would be a miracle if Political Commissar Li dared to answer your call now.

"I'm sorry, we can only act according to the law and cannot show favoritism."

Lu Tianmin shouted without caring about his dignity: "Favoritism? I was framed!"

"Look at those big, strong guys. How can an old man like me intentionally cause minor injuries to others? Is that possible?"

"I think you are showing favoritism!"

This is half true.

The connection with Jiuxianqiao was made by the boss, but there was no need to go any higher.

At this time, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

It is the time when the sun is dazzling and burns all the evil spirits to death.

Writer Lu, who had previously been confident that he could make a smooth transition, seemed to feel the taste of winter when a cold wind blew through the corridor of the institute.

He inexplicably recalled the scenes of some high-level characters he had created being arrested, and this ominous premonition quickly filled his body.

. . .

Suppose today, February 2th, is a movie. Now let’s use the parallel montage technique to look at the three main and supporting characters in Peking in the movie.

The elderly and frail writer Lu lay exhausted in the interrogation room, continuing to be questioned over and over again without any meaning.

Taro was in tears at the press conference, explaining how he had gone astray and expressing his loyalty to his country, his people, history and the film industry.

And, he was righteous and did not hesitate to kill his own relative for the sake of justice, throwing the dirty water on the head of his old and foolish father.

The old man has been through many ups and downs over the years and is very capable of handling things. He should be able to handle it this time too, right?
Taro comforted himself in this way.

At the same time, Boss Lu, who had returned home, took the elevator to the Olympic Building, which was only four kilometers away from the Ideal International Building, to prepare for a conversation with the leaders of the Olympic Organizing Committee.

As soon as you enter the building, you can see the high standards today. Just like the opening and closing ceremonies of the second Olympic Games, they are all guarded by armed police.

In such occasions, except for high-level leaders who can use facial recognition, even he, the richest man in mainland China, has to honestly take out his ID for inspection.

"Guide, please come in!"

After the little soldier completed the routine, he saluted him with admiration.

He sang an epic hymn to the PLA heroes in "Tangshan", and this time he almost suffered an unjust fate because of the Holocaust movie. He deserves this gift.

"Thank you, comrade!"

Boss Lu walked in in a good mood. The feeling of returning home was different.

The Olympic Building has just been put into use. The spacious and bright lobby has a ceiling height of about 7 or 8 meters, which gives you a sense of openness as soon as you walk in.

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

The building has a high degree of informatization. The electronic display screen in the lobby scrolls the progress of Olympic preparations, information on various events, and introductions to venues, but no specific information has been displayed yet.

Pushing the door and entering the lounge, more than a dozen eyes were looking at him at the same time, with a very complicated look.

Zhang Jiegang and Chen Weiya, who had previously seemed unconvinced by him, were still unconvinced.

But when we met again this time, he was already the richest man in mainland China, and he had a great time in Manhattan. It was really eye-opening.

Boss Lu glanced at the indifferent and playful faces of Zhang Jiegang and Chen Weiya and didn't take it seriously. In the end, everything depends on strength.

If he copied the work of the previous Olympics for this bidding plan, from the opening ceremony to the lighting of the torch, he would probably be able to easily get the position of chief director, right?
But no matter what the final program decided by the group in this life is, at least the bidding proposals are the results of the wisdom of the Wenjie team.

There's no way to cheat at this. Without six months of daily coordination and brainstorming with the team, and without personal consideration of the practical feasibility of various high-tech methods,

Even if he were to take advantage of the situation and become the chief director, he would not be able to carry out his work because he lacks the ability to convince the public.

Chen Kaige and Chen Hong had complicated expressions on their faces. They had both seen Lu Chuan's script and the photo of Lu Tianmin and Ge Xixiong's meeting, which had gone viral online.

Although they have nothing to do with this matter, but...

The script of "Reject Questioning" was written by director Kai Ge!
He was a little worried that he was being framed.

It was still Zhang Yimou who took the initiative to say hello, but the two had just talked on the phone yesterday and had almost finished talking about everything.

"Lu, we meet again."

Zhang Yimou and Spielberg came forward, the latter being a member of his Jack Morton team.

Lu Kuan was not surprised by Spielberg's appearance, as he later became an advisory member of the Olympic creative team.

"Steven, welcome to China. Are you free these two days to have dinner with you and Director Zhang?"

Spielberg was no stranger to him, and upon hearing this, he quipped, "You Chinese people spend two days, but I'm worried I'll have to wait a year."

"That must be Director Zhang who keeps standing you up. Just blame him."

"Hahaha!"

After a few jokes, Spielberg got down to business: "Your collaboration with Disney is really eye-opening for me."

"You're very courageous, Lou."

Boss Lu is very modest: "I am a small figure in Hollywood, so I have to find some big brothers to cling to first."

"Steven, I hope we can have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."

"No problem, I look forward to seeing great works born from your platters."

The three of them chatted and laughed for a while, when suddenly the others waiting to talk all burst into exclamations, looking at the messages on their phones and listening to the news on the receivers...

Look at the young director and the richest man in mainland China who is chatting and laughing with Zhang Yimou and Spielberg.

Most of the people present were from the same industry, especially Chen Hong, who was almost trembling when looking at the messages on her phone.

Huayi held a press conference, where Taro burst into tears and apologized for the script, stating that his father had been misled by certain right-wing capitalists.

The director's thick eyebrows also rose and fell.

What the fuck, am I crazy or is this world crazy?

I've only heard of brothers fighting each other and husbands and wives turning against each other, but how come fathers and sons are killing each other?

This statement is only half true, after all, the plans of some of the masterminds behind the scenes are only halfway through.

The son reported the father, but what if the father killed the son?

Boss Lu glanced at Chen Hong and Director Kaige intentionally or unintentionally, and both of them were trembling with guilt.

Even though they knew they might face retaliation, they still saw that the most enthusiastic signatories to the joint letter, other than them, had been targeted by the beheading plan, in such a treacherous and earth-shattering way.

Who wouldn’t be afraid?

The fear of waiting for death is far more unforgettable than death itself.

Fortunately, their suffering did not last long.

Soon, the Lukuan staff was called to the leader's office for a talk.

"Dong dong!"

"Please come in!"

Leader Liu was wearing glasses and kept flipping through the Olympic plan in his hands.

We will have a conversation today, and unless there are special circumstances, the official appointment ceremony will be held tomorrow morning.

Perhaps due to the cautious nature of Chinese people, a conversation is almost always a standard procedure before any major appointment.

The purpose is for the superiors to conduct a final assessment of the ideological trends and behavior styles of the selected personnel who will be arranged by the organization through face-to-face observation.

"Comrade Xiaolu, please take a seat."

"Happy New Year, leader!"

Leader Liu smiled and said, "This New Year has been wonderful. I was able to see your big show on New Year's Eve, which was enough to go with the meal and wine!"

Lu Kuan also laughed: "The leader is criticizing me. I will pay attention next time."

"That's not criticism, that's not criticism." Leader Liu waved his hand. "We're just chatting casually. There's no need to delve into your thoughts."

"But behind closed doors, as a fellow villager, I still want to chat with you for a few more words. Do you mind?"

He was from Wujin, Jiangsu Province, and Lu Kuan was from Jinling. Their relationship did not seem to be at the level of an elder advising the younger, so the conversation as fellow villagers was the most direct and intimate.

The young director said seriously, "Leader, I'm all ears."

"Comrade Xiaolu, many leaders know you, have high hopes for you, and are actually silently caring about you."

"Your dedication to the Olympic cause, your passion for the film 'Tangshan' and public welfare, including your singing of praises for the Olympics and national culture in North America, are all outstanding."

"You are a talent that the higher-ups value very much, but the more they value you, the more they worry that you'll go astray."

"For example, this time with Miss Liu, it almost went terribly wrong!"

Leader Liu now looks calm and composed, but he had lost his appetite during those two days.

As the top leader of the Olympic Committee, he was the one who made the final decision on the list.

The leader had just started the review, and an international scandal broke out about such an important director position. How could that be tolerated?
Fortunately, the situation was reversed and nothing too bad was left behind.

Leader Liu smiled broadly and said, "The higher you go, the more cautious you have to be. Don't take risks."

"Besides, you're not young anymore. Isn't it time to consider a serious relationship or starting a family?"

"If you don't mind, I have many former bosses whose children would be a good match for you, right?"

Boss Lu was stunned when he heard this.

"Boss, thank you for your concern, but let's put this matter on hold for now. My career is the priority."

Leader Liu feigned dissatisfaction: "I heard from Xiao Li that your assets are already the largest in mainland China, yet you still want to prioritize your career?"

"Do you have to become the richest man in the world before considering family issues?"

Although he said that, the leader Liu, who was entrusted by someone, just smiled and changed the subject.

There is no need to explain everything when talking to smart people, as long as everyone understands it.

"Okay, enough of our idle chatter. Now, on behalf of the organization, I'd like to formally inform you of an appointment."

The young director suddenly sat up straight, his heart pounding.

The Olympics mean a lot to him.

This is a halo of self-preservation, an important path to practicing artistic ideals, and one of the conditions that gives him the confidence to publicly disclose the ownership of the blog network.

With it, after August 2008, 8, as long as there are no major accidents, at least we don’t have to worry about malicious robbery.

Of course, in normal business competition, everyone relies on their own abilities.

"First, let me announce the final results of the second round of bid submissions." "Eight judges scored five teams, broken down into 22 items, with five of the most weighted evaluation items."

"In terms of cultural elements, Zhang Yimou's team ranked first, and Wenjie ranked second."

"In presenting the spirit of the times, Chen Weiya's team ranked first, and Zhang Yimou's team ranked second."

"As for the feasibility of technical implementation, your drone development progress has exceeded expectations, but it has not yet met them."

“So your score on this item is very low.”

"In terms of creativity and artistic value, Wenjie and Zhang Yimou's team tied for first place."

"In terms of theme fit, the Q&A team ranked first, and the PLA team ranked second."

Lu Kuan nodded continuously after hearing this.

Judging from the bidding results, Wenjie and Zhang Yimou's Jack Morton joint team are almost tied, so other factors become very important.

In terms of age and experience, I am not at an advantage.

"After research by the Olympic Organizing Committee and approval by higher-level leadership, it has been decided to appoint Comrade Zhang Yimou as the Chief Director of the Opening and Closing Ceremonies of the Olympic Games..."

Leader Liu certainly didn't have the bad taste to keep people on suspense like the award presenters at the film festival, so he continued to announce:

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

Boss Lu opened his eyes wide and watched Leader Liu put down the documents in his hand. "Two people, at the same time..."

"Yes, double yolk eggs."

Good job, you've also learned this trick from Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers!

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

"Your plan and Zhang Yimou's plan are like spring flowers and autumn moon, each with its own strengths."

"Zhang Yimou's downfall lies in the embarrassing eight minutes he made in Athens. Many leaders are still worried about him. Your performance in this grand occasion has actually been more mature."

"But you're just too young. Zhang Jigang, Chen Weiya, and others are very high-ranking politicians. I'm afraid you can't control them all by yourself."

"Finally, we decided to let you two great artists form a team and take charge of the overall planning and directing."

"Comrades Chen Weiya and Zhang Jigang will serve as deputy chief directors, filling in the gaps for you and leveraging their respective professional expertise."

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

But after working with Zhou Jun and the drone, Leader Liu really appreciated the young director's overall perspective and high-level thinking.

Secondly, the appointment of the Olympic Committee this time is indeed somewhat unconventional.

In order to make everyone in the team understand the organization's painstaking efforts and avoid any rifts or conflicts before they even start working, some explanation is still necessary.

Although Lu Kuan was surprised, he had no complaints. He was convinced of Lao Mouzi's ability: "I will obey the organization's decision in everything. I will do my best to serve the country's Olympic cause!"

"Good! Very good!" Leader Liu could see that these words were sincere.

He made a rare joke: "Well, I won't keep you for dinner tonight, haha."

"You're welcome, boss." Boss Lu responded with a smile, but had no intention of leaving.

Dong Shuangqiang was arranged to plan such a big show outside, waiting for him to be the finale in front of Leader Liu!

Leader Liu looked up and saw that he seemed to be hesitant to speak. "What's the matter?"

"Boss, I have something important to report. I don't know if it will take up your time."

It was the first time that Leader Liu saw him look so solemn. He frowned and said, "Speak first."

"Leaders, do you still remember the Olympic bid plan leak in October?"

"Ah."

"This time when I went abroad, I specifically asked Accenture, a professional American business consulting firm, to conduct an investigation. The main media outlets that leaked the plan..."

Boss Lu paused, intending to put the logical emphasis on the following sentence.

“It’s News Corp from the United States!”

"Including this photo incident, it was Wendy Deng, the Asian president of News Corp's Myspace, who was behind the scenes."

"Knewz, owned by News Corporation, was the first website to publish the plan, and its Chinese and Asian users on Myspace also spread the plan very widely."

Nonsense, News Corporation is the leader of the American media industry, and Myspace is the number one SNS website. Of course, news spreads quickly on these websites with large market share.

Why didn't he mention that his Mytube was also involved in the dissemination?
Leader Liu frowned. He naturally knew the name of News Corporation, but he had never been in charge of these tasks and didn't know much about them.

"This Wendy Deng... is Chinese, right?"

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

"More importantly, she has close ties with the Japanese extreme right-wing organization 'Society for Spreading Historical Facts to the World.' This hunt against me is part of their conspiracy."

When he got the chance to complain, Boss Lu naturally told everything he wanted to say.

"During the roadshow for 'Tangshan' in Japan, a Japanese man named Kasai Oo repeatedly approached me, saying he would pay me a large sum of money to leak the film's plans if I made the Olympic team."

"After being rejected, he approached mainland director Lu Chuan and his father, who provided him with a huge sum of money to create a film involving important historical themes."

Boss Lu gestured to his phone: "Now this matter has been exposed. I just received several calls outside."

Leader Liu's eyes were gleaming with restraint, and in an instant he thought of the problem that Wenjie's script of the massacre had not been resubmitted after being rejected.

At that time, he was already wondering whether this young man was making another move.

I didn't expect that the shot would hit here.

He motioned Lu Kuan to wait for a moment and called his secretary, chatting briefly with him.

The comparison of the script on the Internet, the exposure of the photos, and Taro's press conference have all caused a sensation. The secretary described everything in a few words.

"What a wolf's ambition!" Leader Liu slammed the table angrily.

He thought that believing 70% of the young director's promise was too much.

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

If the person is right, everything will be right.

The reason why he was repeatedly impressed by the young man in front of him was that, apart from his red and professional ideological attitude, his moves were always precise and flawless, he never forced anything, but just went with the flow.

Place an idle piece and draw the big dragon without leaving any trace.

The main media outlet that leaked the Olympic plan in North America cannot be false, he will not lie.

But are Wendy Deng and the Kasai Xiong and the Lu family father and son targeting him personally or the Olympics?

This is more subtle.

If Lu Kuan had said this in advance, Leader Liu might not care. After all, their relationship had not yet reached that level of closeness.

But now?

Why choose today's occasion to speak out at this time when the personnel appointment has just been announced?

One of the richest men in mainland China, the future chief director of the Beijing Olympics, an artist of international reputation, and arguably one of the most famous Chinese people in Western society today.

He has a high voice and united front value.

He revealed to himself, as the leader of the Olympic Organizing Committee, the suspicion that hostile forces from abroad were attempting to hinder the successful holding of the Olympic Games.

Not only are they suspected, they have already begun to take action, but the conspiracy has been thwarted for the time being.

Can I still remain indifferent?
The words of Secretary Xiao Li just now are still ringing in my ears. The evil deeds of this father and son and Kasai Xiong have been exposed a few days ago, and the evidence of their crimes has been almost exposed to the sun.

Just waiting for instructions from a leader and a thundering blow from the corresponding agency.

This is almost like the stage is set up, and you are just waiting to direct the show and receive rewards.

In terms of relationships and human feelings, he admires this young director very much.

In terms of his position and work, this is an urgent matter that he cannot avoid.

The choice to make is simple.

The big thing has been accomplished, Boss Lu has retired and will no longer disturb the leader's work.

Looking at his back as he left casually, Leader Liu at the desk sighed, took out his phone with a serious expression, and dialed the number of the director of a security bureau.

Listening to the beeping sound coming from his ears, this old senior who can be said to have seen countless people couldn't help but feel deeply moved in his heart.

People of this level of skill can become wealthy businessmen if they do business in a proper way, so they are the most noble.
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It was almost five o'clock when Lu Kuan came out of the Olympic Building. He opened the car door and suddenly a fragrant breeze blew in.

In the driver's seat...

Why is it Xiao Liu?

"Why are you here?"

Liu Yifei smiled sweetly, "Siwei and I were discussing business with your company in Ideal Building. It's only 4 kilometers away, so we came over."

"Then why are you sitting in the driver's seat? Where's Ah Fei?"

"I asked him to go home first. I'll be your driver today so you can satisfy your driving craving. I don't have many opportunities to do that in the United States."

Boss Lu was shocked: "What? You can drive?"

"Of course. Siwei helped me exchange my American driver's license for a mainland driver's license, so I can drive legally on the road."

Boss Lu always cherished his life: "Get down, get down, I'll drive."

"What are you doing? Are you looking down on me?" Xiao Liu pouted with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"How could a car in this world be so easy to drive? If you accidentally scratch it, I won't be the richest man for many days."

Concubine Liu Yi rolled her eyes at him and fastened her seatbelt. "I've saved your life twice. If you get hit this time, I'll pay you back once."

Boss Lu: ...

Five minutes later, Boss Lu, who had succumbed to Xiao Liu's tyranny, sat in the passenger seat of the car for the first time.

Fortunately, the 2004 Bentley Arnage R is equipped with a GM4L80-E four-speed automatic transmission, which makes it not difficult to drive.

He held the handle tightly in his right hand and nervously pointed the way to the little girl.

"Do you really need to hold onto the handle? It makes me upset just looking at it. Let go!"

Boss Lu shook his head silently, and a song sounded in his mind.

Me and my last bit of stubbornness, holding my hands tightly and never letting go.

The female driver, who had not been on the road many times, was in a panic, but fortunately she did not make any big mistakes and got on the North Fourth Ring Road according to the instructions of the human-shaped navigation.

"Where are we going?"

"Jiuxian Bridge."

Concubine Liu Yi was surprised: "Ah? You're not going back to Gongjian Hutong?"

"The road is wide. It's already the beginning of spring, how come it's getting dark so quickly?"

Boss Lu looked sideways at her speechlessly.

Like all female drivers, Xiao Liu leaned her whole body against the steering wheel as if she was about to breastfeed.

Poor but generous.

He silently took off the sunglasses for the little girl...

"Hehe, I didn't notice, I didn't notice." Xiao Liu felt embarrassed.

Thirty minutes passed without any danger. The driver was driving at ease, while the passengers were terrified.

Boss Lu asked her to park the car next to a low house diagonally opposite the Jiuxianqiao Office. There were not many people passing by, and the dark car film would not be seen by anyone.

"What are you doing here? Are you going to turn yourself in?"

Boss Lu glanced at the message from Dong Shuangqiang on his phone: "Wait twenty minutes, if we don't see any good show, we'll leave."

He looked up at Xiao Liu and added anxiously, "I'll drive when we get back."

The little girl said disdainfully: "Tsk, I thought you were so brave!"

"Hey, where's that Ferrari Enzo?"

"Don't you want it?"

Concubine Liu Yi said with certainty: "I don't want it! Can't I just drive it for fun? I'll return it to you after I'm done with it."

"I'll send you to Chicago."

"Uh-huh!"

Like countless novice car learners, Liu Yifei seemed to be addicted to cars, not to mention that she was already interested in racing.

"By the way, what are we here to see?"

Boss Lu smiled and said, "Do you remember what I told you on the plane?"

"what?"

"Oh! Kill the person first, then destroy his heart?"

As if in response to her words, before she finished speaking, through the elegant front window of the Bentley, a group of reporters surrounded a man with glasses and walked towards the door of Jiuxianqiao Police Station.

Taro walked away crying, waving his hands and scolding the reporters: "You! Wuwuwu! Stop taking pictures and writing nonsense, I want to pick up my father! Wuwuwu..."

Chuanzi, who had just sacrificed her own family for the sake of justice, learned that her father was imprisoned here, and tried to play the emotional card to restore some of her reputation.

This is what Dong Shuangqiang told Lu Kuan in the message.

"Director Lu! May I ask what is the purpose of your accusation against Mr. Lu?"

Taro turned around and looked at the reporter with awe and righteousness, his eyes red as he roared, "Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be achieved at the same time! What purpose can I have! What can I do? On one side is the motherland, and on the other side is... wuwuwu..."

At the Jiuxianqiao police station, two comrades from the branch went out to answer a phone call and returned to the interrogation room in a relaxed manner.

After spending an entire afternoon haggling with this old guy, I finally finished this tedious task.

Bah! Traitor dog!
Old Lu was a little confused. Why did they let him go after only 8 hours?
Yes! It must be the eldest son who came to save me!

That's right. It's been so long, if he still doesn't know how to use his connections to rescue people, then he is too stupid.

"I'll remember this, you guys." Old Lu adjusted his thick glasses and tried to stand up by supporting his sore thighs from sitting.

The old man challenged: "What? You don't have to sign the transcript?"

"Are you scared now? You're a bunch of ignorant people!"

The young police officer with acne was a little indignant. He said that he didn't have to sign because he would be handed over to the National Security Bureau. He just needed to sign the handover materials.

But before he could finish his words, he was grabbed by his old friend beside him.

There should be no disciplinary issues. Let him accept his fate.

Walking out of the small courtyard of the grassroots office with dilapidated walls and looking at the sky as dusk gradually fell, Old Lu also felt something in his heart.

That kid has a lot of options, what's the point of going to so much trouble to deal with him?

It took only eight hours to get myself out.

You were released after eight hours because the twelve hours of preparation were not used, and the matter was settled.

"dad!"

"Dad! You finally came out! Woohoo!!!"

Taro had just finished a righteous exchange with the reporter when he saw his old father, who seemed to have aged a few years, walking out of the police station.

Old Lu looked dissatisfied: "Chuan'er, why are you here so late?"

Taro gritted his teeth and decided to go through with the show: "Dad! I'm sorry! But for the sake of historical truth, I can't go against my conscience! Wuuwuwu!"

The most filial son knelt on the cold concrete floor. The cold wind was howling, echoing his tearful sobbing, which was quite shocking.

At this moment, Taro may have come a little closer to his inner demon in terms of acting, another young director.

The old father looked at him in disbelief, feeling horrified. What did this mean?
Looking at the reporters and ordinary people around, they all looked disgusted, just like the police officers in the station just now.

He said sternly, "Chuan'er! Get up! What's going on?"

"Dad! You always taught me that it's okay to take the wrong path, as long as you know how to turn back there is still hope..."

Taro refused to get up and kept kowtowing on the ground, pretending to be a character: "You absolutely shouldn't have colluded with Kasai Yu this time! Dad! Wuuuuu!"

"Those Japanese soldiers are so inhumane! You shouldn't have written that in the script! Wuuuuuu..."

The old writer, who was in his sixties, was struck by lightning, and his wrinkled face was filled with fear. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the era when people were proud of sacrificing their relatives for the sake of justice.

He staggered closer, barely able to keep his balance in the cold wind!

"You! What did you say!"

Lu Chuan didn't dare to look him in the eye. With her head lowered, she saw two pairs of standard leather shoes, followed by a rather majestic voice.

"Lu Tianmin, I'm from the Municipal National Security Counterintelligence Bureau. I'm subpoenaing you according to the law. Here's the letter for your review."

Old Lu's eyes were bloodshot: "Why? On what grounds?"

He then looked at Haodaer, who lowered his head and didn't even dare to look at him, and the senior screenwriter instantly understood something...

"No! Comrades, listen to me!"

"It wasn't me! It was him! It was Lu Chuan! I was there to clean up after him!"

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

Just like the high-level intellectuals who habitually turn their backs on their relatives during catastrophes, the mentally collapsed Old Lu instantly pointed the finger at the unfilial son on the ground!
How could Lu Chuan bear it?

He mustered up the courage to stand up and continue to shift the blame: "Comrades, please be kind to my father. He just made a mistake for a moment. Please..."

"I'm going to your mother!"

Old Lu didn't know where he got the strength from, but he kicked his son in the waist, knocking Taro, who had been kneeling for a long time and whose knees were weak, to the ground.

He didn't have a healthy body at all, and he stumbled and fell to the ground, and the scene became extremely chaotic in an instant!
The Guoan comrades were speechless. They stopped the reporters who swarmed over to take pictures and pulled the father and son apart.

I have heard many times about brothers fighting each other and husbands and wives turning against each other, but this is the first time I have seen a father and son killing each other.

What a family of beasts, it's simply disgusting to look at.

The comrades present quickly took control of the situation: "Lu Chuan! Don't act rashly. I just didn't have time to show you this. This is your arrest warrant. Come with us!"

Taro was stunned for a few seconds, then broke down in tears. "Dad? You!"

"Why are you trying to kill me before you die? Wuuuuu! Dad!"

He thought his old father should have confessed everything at the police station.

A father and son with disheveled hair, a father and son whose glasses were almost crushed to pieces, looked at each other in silence, and then closed their eyes in despair.

It seems that by not watching, one can isolate oneself from the contempt and malice of the onlookers around and the whole world, and continue to maintain the posture and status of great writers and directors like Ah Q in the imaginary world.

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

The sounds of noise, screams, shutter clicks and exclamations converge together, and a heartbreaking human drama is unfolding.

In the elegant Bentley not far away, Xiao Liu watched the affectionate exposé of the beastly father and son with a complicated expression.

Compared with their mutual backstabbing, the mutual trust between him and the washing machine seemed to be more valuable.

She glanced sideways at the expressionless young director.

At this moment, the car window is the surveillance camera of the filming scene, and the uncle in the hat, reporters, the crowd, and the Lu family father and son in the farce are all his actors.

In his eyes, this should be just an ordinary feature film that he personally wrote, directed, promoted, and has now completed, right?
The name of the movie is "Beastly Father and Son Killing Each Other", and the core idea is to kill the person first and then destroy his heart.

Liu Yifei thought of Xi Kaiyuan's judgment of his "Machiavellian personality" as recorded in her diary.

At this moment, she seemed to vaguely understand the feeling of the reborn people who disenchanted everything and looked at everything from a superior perspective.

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

(End of this chapter)