In the entertainment industry, everyone has been reborn, but who will be their servant?

Chapter 25 The Context of the Times
They were having a meal and chatting when their younger cousin suddenly rushed out and questioned them, leaving them both bewildered.

My little cousin, Wu Rui, is seventeen years old. His youthful face is covered in acne, and he is looking very angry.

"What's wrong with your cousin using your computer? Why are you making such a fuss?" Cai Mei questioned.

"Mom, I had some very important things on my computer, and now they're gone." Wu Rui's tone was harsh, but his face showed a wronged expression, as if he was about to cry.

Teenagers are somewhat psychologically fragile.

"I didn't touch your things. I just sent and received emails and wrote a few words," Qin Xuan explained, assuming it was the study materials.

"You say you haven't touched it, then why is there nothing I wrote when I open the document?" Wu Rui roared.

"What did you write? What did you write?" Qin Xuan frowned, as if he had misunderstood.

But he didn't seem to see anything written on the computer.

"I...I..." Wu Rui stammered, glancing at his mother with embarrassment, too embarrassed to speak.

His face turned bright red, as if he had something difficult to say.

Qin Xuan noticed his embarrassment, put down his chopsticks, stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll go look for it for you."

"Don't yell at your cousin, hurry up and come eat when you're done," Cai Mei called out to their retreating figures.

The two entered the bedroom, which was small and contained only a bed. The bed was a mess, with clothes and blankets mixed together. A computer was placed on the headboard, and a wardrobe was against the wall.

Standing in front of the computer, Wu Rui used the mouse to open Word and said impatiently, "Every time I open a document, I can see what I saved by clicking 'File' in the upper right corner, but now it's gone."

"Let me see." Qin Xuan gestured for him to move aside and bent down to operate the mouse.

When you open a document, the default save location is usually set. But if someone writes something else and saves it to another drive, then the default location changes.

Therefore, the current location is where the Qin Xuan document is saved.

He moved the mouse and opened the recent documents list, saying, "See if your document is there."

Wu Rui looked closely and immediately beamed with joy: "Yes, yes, these are it."

He pointed to the "love letter" document on the screen.

Qin Xuan also saw it; there were more than a dozen letters with titles like "Love Letter 1, 2, 3," showing how devoted they were, having written so many love letters.

He then double-clicked to open one of the love letters.

"Hey, you're not allowed to look!" Wu Rui suddenly became anxious and quickly covered the screen with both hands to prevent him from seeing it.

Qin Xuan couldn't help but smile; writing love letters to girls was quite embarrassing.

No wonder he was too embarrassed to let his mother know.

"Love letters should be handwritten to show sincerity. And what you wrote is wrong. Don't write 'I like you' or anything like that. Instead, write about how time flies when we're together, expressing that vague feeling of love."

Don't write things like "I want to be with you," that's too heavy and will put pressure on the other person. Instead, write about the beautiful things that happen when you're together, for example:
I used to dread memorizing texts in Chinese class, but when we memorized them together, the way you stuck out your tongue when you forgot a word made me realize that memorizing texts wasn't so difficult after all. Writing like this evokes a warm feeling of being helped.

Qin Xuan glanced at it casually and already knew what it was about; it was nothing more than love and romance.

"Who asked you to teach me how to write? You act like you're so good at it. You're so old and you still don't have a girlfriend." Wu Rui seemed to have his secret exposed, pushed Qin Xuan out the door, and then locked the door.

He had a crush on a girl in his class for a long time, but he never dared to confess his feelings. He could only express his love by writing love letters.

However, after writing more than a dozen letters, he didn't dare to deliver a single one. He was too shy and too timid. "What a busybody," Wu Rui muttered, completely ungrateful for his cousin's good intentions.

He sat down at the computer again and began writing his love letter, trying to make the words as sincere and the affection as deep as possible. As he wrote, he was moved by his own words.

I thought that sending such a love letter would definitely move the other person to tears, but when I mustered up the courage to send it to the other person's QQ, I didn't dare to.

After his initial感动 (feeling of being moved) faded, he was tempted to spy on his cousin and see what he had written.

He became so engrossed in spying that his eyes were glued to the screen.

In the living room outside, Cai Mei, seeing that her son hadn't come out again, couldn't help but ask, "What's that child doing in his room? He hasn't even had time to come out and eat?"

"He's doing serious business," Qin Xuan said with a smile.

“What important business could he possibly have?” Cai Mei always looked like she was about to explode at her son.

No wonder her son always ignores her.

"I don't know about that," Qin Xuan said with a smile, not knowing what else to say.

I feel that my aunt is too controlling. My younger cousin is so insecure that he doesn't even dare to send love letters. She is partly to blame.

The farce quickly subsided.

Qin Xuan continued reading the newspaper as usual, wanting to understand the current domestic and international situation.

After all, the international situation has been turbulent in the past two years, with the subprime mortgage crisis and trillions of dollars in bailout plans coming one after another. This has been a major turning point for both the world and China.

If he cannot understand the current situation carefully, he will not be able to grasp the pulse of the times and get ahead of others.

Memory only gives you a general idea of ​​what happened in a certain year, but you don't really know the specific details. You have to experience it firsthand to truly understand.

It can also help trigger subconscious memories.

In his past life, he was just a nobody, and these things had nothing to do with him, but now he is a reborn person.

This year, the State Administration of Radio and Television also realized that commercial blockbusters were being monopolized by certain groups, and began to issue documents to provide one-stop support for new generation directors.

It means providing comprehensive assistance to mainland directors in terms of funding, scripts, and distribution.

People like Lu Taro, Jia Zhangke, Ning Hao, and Wang Xiaoshuai are all on the list of those being supported, so Qin Xuan is naturally not receiving any attention.

There's no way around it; in recent years, blockbuster films have basically been monopolized by Hong Kong directors. Wu Baige, Wang Jin, Johnnie To, Tsui Hark, Gordon Chan, Wilson Yip, Raymond Yip, Peter Chan, Daniel Lee, Derek Yee, Stephen Chow, and so on are all Hong Kong directors, not to mention Ang Lee!
In the film and television industry, they can be said to have access to the best resources and the most funding.

If industry giants like China Film Group, Huayi Brothers Media, and Bona Film Group want to produce blockbusters, they must collaborate with Hong Kong directors and teams.

Even celebrities have to fawn over them, which is why Yang Mi, Huang Xiaoming, Tang Yan, and others have all worked in the Hong Kong entertainment circle. There's no way around it; they have the resources.

As for mainland China, only Zhang Yimou, Chen Daren, and Feng Xiaogang are worth mentioning.

Don't think that those above can't see it. In fact, they can see everything. It's just that they really don't have anyone else to use, so they can only pick the best from the worst. What they pick is either a crooked person or someone who always makes up stories of suffering to lick the boots of the West.

Because if you don't film suffering, the West won't watch it and won't give it awards.

What Qin Xuan needs to do is basically the same as the above: to break this monopoly and let the two sides compete head-on.

(End of this chapter)