Huayu: Are you even sitting up straight? You're going to be the director?

Chapter 91 A Word of Thanks [Please Subscribe, Please Vote for Monthly Tickets]

America, late at night.

Mr. Smith was awakened from his sleep by a loud ringing alarm.

He lifted the long, slender legs draped over her, pushed the yellow-skinned beauty away, and couldn't help but exclaim that it was his handiwork.
However, at the tender age of 18, he had already arrived in the most beautiful and civilized country, enjoying all that civilization had to offer, which became his cherished memories.

I don't know how many times this has happened.

Smith had just gone through a long and fierce battle.

At this moment, the middle-aged man's tired body had not yet fully recovered.

Still half-asleep, I grabbed my phone and answered the call without thinking.

On the other end of the phone, a barrage of questions came crashing down on me.

"Useless, useless! Is this how the Empire nurtured you, only to let you squander it like this? Smith, you're wasting my trust in you!"

A sudden storm lashed the banana leaves.
Just like what Smith did to that woman earlier.
The humiliation of being wantonly violated instantly overwhelmed Smith.

But he dared not breathe loudly.

He recognized the voice on the other end; it was the voice of the god, the voice of the squid. Although the man was just a minor second-generation rich kid and Smith's colleague, his voice could reach the heavens.

Smith, who had been half asleep just moments before, was now fully awake.

“Mr. Gustavo, I don’t understand what you mean.”

"Have you completed the task I gave you?"

I just met with James this evening.

Everything went very smoothly. I even saw the PowerPoint presentation that James had prepared for me; it was absolutely stunning.

Oh, Mr. Gustavo, that was my oversight. I was planning to show you the PowerPoint presentation tomorrow.

Smith said this,
An irrepressible gleam of excitement emanated from the corners of his mouth.

He had a good conversation with James today.
All the details have been completed.

As long as the subconscious retains an impression,

And he, Smith, will soon have finished his work.
Then you can start your vacation.

Currently, the location where nails were driven in is not their primary target; it's only because it involves a significant display of spirit that these tasks must be undertaken.

Their main target is still their neighbors.

The neighbors put some pressure on Commissioner Smith's superiors, and even subtly resisted financially.

So they went after their neighbor too, awarding them a Venice Grand Prize, titled "The Bend of Water".

For Commissioner Smith
For now, superiors don't look at the results, they only look at the PowerPoint presentation.

These effects are all time-delayed.

It's just work, why take it so seriously? Just slack off and fool the boss.

The seeds sown by the initial thought have already blossomed and borne fruit.

The one next to him is proof of this.

"Turn on your computer, go to China News, and see their headlines."

Gustavo's voice was filled with coldness, "Smith, you are a complete fool. The Empire did not raise you to be lazy and good-for-nothing."

Smith opened his computer with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Enter Huaxia Network,

Translate into English,
A moment later, Smith's expression suddenly changed.
All the portal websites and news headlines pointed to a result that terrified him.

The subconscious mind wasn't penetrated.

All means were blocked at the door.

Commissioner Smith suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.

From the PowerPoint presentation James gave him before the break to his boasting to Gustavo just now,
It felt like countless slaps to his face, making Smith extremely uncomfortable.

His voice was low: "I will make amends."

"How can we make up for it?" Gustavo said. "Can you create a film in a few months that can win an award in Berlin and have a great impact in China? You can't."

Can you get China Film Group to release this film? You can't.

Smith, you idiot, your actions this time were far too obvious.

You should have been shot seven times in the back and committed suicide.

Smith broke out in a cold sweat instantly. Although he was a high-ranking commissioner, in Squid's eyes...

He's no different from a dog that could be kicked to death at any moment.
This is the class structure of the Western media and public opinion system.

Gustavo angrily hung up the phone. Smith looked at the news on his computer and quickly figured out why they had failed.

It's Cao Zhong.

It was Cao Zhong, whom he had overlooked.

It was Cao Zhong, whom James also overlooked!
Smith clenched his fists tightly; he wanted Cao Zhong to die from seven gunshot wounds to the back!

In his rage, Smith suddenly realized something.

China, ban q!

The thought made Smith feel utterly powerless.
I'm devastated, my mental state is completely shattered!
It seems he has a hard time arranging for someone to go and kill this kid!

He was only in charge of ideology and culture; he couldn't mobilize the special agents.

Smith was completely stunned!
He turned to look at the person who had given him so much joy.

He slammed hard into the woman's pert buttocks.
Loudly rebuking, punishing, beating,

Those who had enjoyed the benefits of civilization got up with smiles on their faces.
They even went along with it, believing that the other person loved them to the core.

……

Venice.

Mark Müller is getting old and wakes up at five in the morning.

For three consecutive years, he awarded three Golden Lion awards to Chinese-language films, even provoking indignation and dissatisfaction from some other directors. But who would have known that he had a deeper meaning behind it?

They all received money.

After waking up, Muller decided to check how the Straits Times website was commenting on him.

But only he himself knows what he truly is, and whether he is the one manipulating that thread.
However, some people believe that he was the savior of Chinese art.

That's hilarious!

That's hilarious!

He couldn't suppress his smile!

They have been consciously, systematically, and patiently working towards completing a certain plan.

To cultivate a higher level of civilization with a genuine sense of moral superiority.

Mark couldn't help but smile slightly.

haha~
Last night, he presented another award to China.
Although Zhang retired due to illness.
But he not only fulfilled the European mission, but also the mission of Commissioner Smith.

Two ways to cook a fish
He made a fortune from the two bonuses.

But after opening the news...

Mark Müller was stunned.

"Is 'Ailing' banned?"

"Is the tone being set so seriously?"

Mark Müller was stunned.
Many Chinese films before had problems.
But they touted them as great movies.

But they had no way to change the tone of this film!
A hint of sternness flashed in Mark's eyes.
Thinking back to Zhang Yimou's departure yesterday,

Mark Muller suddenly realized,
The other side has personnel, and a confrontation has begun.

And they came specifically for his Venice International Film Festival!

Suddenly, Mark Muller felt a chill run down his spine.

……

magic city,

Wang An finally landed.
He shakily turned on his phone, wanting to see what the current situation of "Ailing" was.

He needs the Chinese market.

He was too worried that Cao Zhong's remarks would affect his future.

Many calls came in, but Wang An didn't want to answer them. He went straight to the headlines; he was too scared.

He was genuinely terrified.

But the moment I opened the news,
Wang An was completely dazed; his hands were trembling more and more violently.
Countless emotions, thoughts, feelings, and dreams welled up from my heart.
Surprise and regret flickered in his eyes.

Wang An's tears were about to fall.

Red head!

Red head!

Wang An's usually gentle and refined face instantly turned deathly pale!
When has China ever issued such a strict document?
Even if their bottom line is crossed, it's only communicated verbally; they treat him, an art master, with deference and respect.

But this time, things have changed, completely changed!
Wang An was at a loss for what to do. He knew that his position in China was finished! It was all over!

The phone kept ringing.

Wang An looked at a number that belonged to someone he had no idea who it was.
The call was made many times, so Wang An finally answered.

On the other end of the phone,

A young voice came out.

"Director An, this is Cao Zhong."

Wang An's mind went blank, and he froze.

Is it Cao Zhong, the one who pointed out the prototype of "Ailing" online? Is it Cao Zhong, the one who broke the box office record in China? Why would he call me?

Wang An was completely numb.

On the other end, Cao Zhong didn't give Wang An a chance to hang up.

His voice came at you like a sudden storm.

But every word he spoke was sincere and full of deep affection.

"Director An, I'm saving you."

If this movie is released, and I then reveal the story behind it, you'll be completely nailed.
Back then, you were a rare scourge to the country and its people, a traitor who surrendered to the West, a worthless piece of trash who had no sense of right and wrong, and a Category III film director who rose to power and won awards by stepping on the sacrifices of his fellow countrymen.

Director An, I saved your life.

I not only saved your career, preventing your reputation, status, and image from declining to that of a Category III film director at the Golden Lion and Golden Bear awards, but also...
It also saved your image in the eyes of Chinese audiences.

Although I shattered your movie, I also paved a relatively bright future for you and gave you a way to survive in China.

In this way, you can work with me to contribute to the future of Chinese cinema.

You should say thank you to me, shouldn't you?

Wang An was completely dumbfounded.

His lips twitched a few times, his body swayed, and a jet of blood shot directly to the top of his head.
I almost fainted.

Wang An wanted to refute, but for a moment he didn't know how. Cao Zhong completely exposed his true colors.

Right there in the crowds at Shanghai Airport,
For a moment, he felt a strong resemblance to Wang Lang.
And this complete stranger, Cao Zhong, gave him a scathing rebuke that spanned seventy years!
But he still had to say thank you.

I'm so stupid,

I grass!

Wang An wanted to call the police!
Aaaaaaah! Wang An has gone mad!

(End of this chapter)