Seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, I became a legend in the entertainment industry by avo

After asking the question, James kept his eyes glued to Zhang Qilin's facial expression, not missing a single subtle change.

This is a carefully laid verbal trap.

To him, Zhang Qilin's true thoughts were irrelevant, and his specific answers were also unimportant.

Regardless of whether Zhang Qilin defends himself on this issue or admits to concerns about being restricted.

He was able to piece together a piece of evidence from within China:

Look, there are no human rights in China.

Pu Cunxin's body was tense at this moment.

He saw through the trap in the problem, but hadn't yet figured out a way to deal with it.

Such a problem, if not handled carefully, could trigger a huge public opinion storm.

As a public institution, the Beijing People's Art Theatre must not make mistakes in this kind of matter.

Despite his burning anxiety, he couldn't speak.

James asked Zhang Qilin, and only Zhang Qilin could answer that question.

If he tries to interrupt, whether he's right or wrong, he'll be labeled as interfering with the speaker's speech.

Without Zhang Qilin needing to say anything, his actions will be sensationalized by Western media as the best evidence.

Pu Cunxin turned his gaze to Yi Yangbo beside him, hoping that he could come up with a solution.

Yi Yangbo's chubby face was already covered in sweat.

As the head of the publicity department of the Beijing People's Art Theatre, I realized that this problem was beyond my scope of responsibility.

The problem itself is very tricky; it sets up an either-or framework.

James sets the problem in the binary trap of freedom versus restriction.

Whether you answer yes or no, you are acknowledging the premise of "limitation".

Any response could be misinterpreted and exploited, ultimately leading to a narrative that disregards human rights.

This kind of problem requires professional crisis management to handle.

But these media cameras are recording right now. If we interrupt their interviews, who knows how they'll edit the Beijing People's Art Theatre's story?

A hunter's smile had unconsciously crept onto James's lips.

He could almost see himself being promoted and given a raise by his boss when he returned to headquarters.

He can live in a big villa and sunbathe with beautiful women in his arms.

Just then, Zhang Qilin's voice rang out:

"Mr. James, your question has made me think about two more fundamental questions: what is the foundation of an actor's career, and how should a good cultural environment be cultivated?"

Upon hearing Zhang Qilin speak, Pu Cunxin immediately looked at him and gestured with his eyes for him to be careful.

Yi Yangbo's heart jumped into his throat, his mind filled with thoughts of which senior crisis public relations expert in China he should hire to salvage the situation.

When Zhang Qilin spoke, the Western journalists present exchanged glances.

They both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Finally got hooked!

However, after hearing the contents of Zhang Qilin's first sentence, they all opened their eyes wide and exchanged glances again.

Zhang Qilin did not answer according to the framework they had set.

He avoided all the pitfalls and actually changed the framework?

The discussion then shifted to the fundamentals of an actor's career and the cultivation of a rich cultural environment.

This is completely different from the answer they want.

Regardless of what the people present thought, Zhang Qilin continued speaking to himself:

"My rise to fame is also thanks to the Chinese internet today. In China, there are countless ordinary people like me..."

"Regarding internet management, I think it's the same principle as any public space needing basic rules. We require theaters to have fire exits and safety exits in order to protect the audience."

"Similarly, in a cyberspace with a large number of underage users, establishing rules to combat cyberbullying, pornography, and misinformation is a common practice in the international community and a responsibility of any responsible government..."

Upon hearing this, Pu Cunxin's tense body gradually relaxed, and his eyes revealed satisfaction and appreciation.

He didn't expect that Zhang Qilin would not only avoid the trap when faced with this thorny issue.

It also presents its viewpoints in a simple and easy-to-understand way.

He couldn't help but secretly cheer in his heart.

Well done!

He leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face as he watched Zhang Qilin continue the interview.

Yi Yangbo's face was still damp with sweat, but his expression changed from anxiety to astonishment, followed by an almost overflowing joy.

His eyes widened, as if he were seeing Zhang Qilin for the first time.

He really didn't expect that Zhang Qilin would solve a problem that even a professional like him found difficult.

I couldn't help but admire it.

How did he come up with the analogy of a theater fire escape to network rules in such a short time?

This is a concept of security and responsibility that can be understood worldwide and is devoid of any political connotations.

Transform government management into the basic security maintenance of public spaces.

This makes it sound like a universally applicable and necessary measure.

Emphasizing the need to combat cyberbullying, pornography, and disinformation is a common practice in the international community.

This means he is not defending a particular policy.

Rather, it is about recognizing a common global challenge and solution, making the position impeccable.

James's smug smile gradually froze.

He had mentally rehearsed countless times how he would pursue Zhang Qilin after he fell into the trap, and he even thought about how to use the bonus from headquarters.

But he had never rehearsed how to handle himself when the prey deftly evaded the trap.

Moreover, Zhang Qilin's answer didn't sound like that of a novice.

He simply couldn't understand how a young man in his early twenties could have the experience to deal with such a problem.

The other Western journalists present also recovered from their shock.

The initial surprise had long since vanished from the glances they exchanged.

Their usual preconceived narrative framework was casually replaced by another, more universally relevant issue.

It was as if they threw a punch with all their might, but only hit a soft ball of cotton.

Finally, Zhang Qilin concluded:

"As actors at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, we cherish our own image, and even more so, we cherish the collective reputation of the theatre and the industry..."

Pu Cunxin seized the opportunity and very naturally took over the conversation:

"Xiao Zhang is absolutely right. This also reflects the consistent philosophy that our Beijing People's Art Theatre adheres to in the training of actors..."

James' facial muscles twitched slightly.

A furious roar from within.

That's not what I want at all. Who cares how you train people?

What about restrictions?

What about management?

What are your concerns?

If you mention even one thing, I can use it to fabricate a smear article!

But now...

James took a few deep breaths.

He tried to regain control of the rhythm:

"Mr. Pu, may I understand that you believe artists' freedom of expression in China must first conform to these basic principles? Isn't this itself a kind of restriction?"

The problem remains acute.

But compared to the carefully constructed traps before, the questioning now seems more like a desperate counterattack, even revealing a hint of impatience.

Yi Yangbo interjected:

"Excuse me, Mr. James, each person can only ask one question. Your question has already been asked. Please proceed to the next person."

Just as James was about to speak, a female reporter wearing thin-rimmed glasses pulled him back.

The female reporter turned to Zhang Qilin:

"Hello Mr. Zhang, I'm Jenny, a reporter from The Guardian. May I ask my question?"

"Okay," Zhang Qilin nodded.

Jenny pushed up her glasses and said:

"Your image has resonated deeply overseas. Does this mean that true art transcends national borders and politics?"

Do you have plans to expand onto a more open international stage in the future, rather than being limited to the Chinese theater system?

Zhang Qilin sighed inwardly.

None of these reporters are kind-hearted.

Zhang Qilin maintained his smile:

"The growth of art requires soil and context. The Beijing People's Art Theatre is my soil, and Chinese culture and the lives of the people are my context. I first need to take root here and become a qualified actor..."

"As for the international stage, I have always maintained an open attitude, hoping to let more people experience the contemporary artistic charm of Chinese culture..."

Pu Cunxin's admiration deepened.

Zhang Qilin not only avoided the pitfalls, but also took the opportunity to explain the artistic philosophy of the Beijing People's Art Theatre and the attitude of contemporary Chinese culture towards international exchange.

Yi Yangbo had completely relaxed and even wanted to applaud Zhang Qilin.

If Zhang Qilin weren't a student at the Beijing People's Art Theatre, he would have recommended him to the China Foreign Affairs University.

After listening, Jenny blinked behind her glasses and quickly took notes in her notebook.

Her pre-conceived narrative failed again, and the other party's answer was positive enough that she couldn't find a flaw to immediately exploit.

She could only maintain a professional smile.

"Excellent insight, thank you."

James's face darkened further.

Both of their prepared offensives were neutralized by the opponent's use of framework transformation and reconstruction.

This young man was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

To be able to handle framework switching so skillfully is something that an ordinary young person could never do.

Who exactly is he?!