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Seeing that Zhang Qilin had resolved the two problems they had prepared.

The reporters whispered among themselves.

They realized that the young man in front of them was not easy to deal with.

This was completely different from what they had originally envisioned.

They knew that if they continued to ask, Zhang Qilin could still use jump frames to deconstruct and redirect the questions.

Although they were unwilling, they knew that they would not have a chance to get the information they wanted this time.

After a brief discussion, several more reporters asked questions.

The problem may seem mild, but it hides a trap that is not easy to detect.

Zhang Qilin's answers consistently revolved around art itself, the actor's cultivation, and cultural inheritance and exchange.

He possesses both the sincerity of youth and a maturity and insight beyond his years.

This leaves these reporters with no excuse.

Shortly after, Yi Yangbo announced:

That concludes today's interview. Thank you all for coming.

The reporters didn't say anything more, and they packed up their equipment and left one after another.

James forced a smile and walked up to Zhang Qilin.

Extend your hand:

"Thank you, Mr. Zhang, for agreeing to the interview."

Zhang Qilin responded politely:

"You're welcome, Mr. James. We recorded the whole thing. Would you like a copy?"

James understood the deeper meaning behind those words.

This is a reminder to them that everything is on record, and if you take things out of context, they have their own evidence to respond.

He really couldn't understand how a young man in his twenties could have such deep thoughts.

His eyes glanced at Pu Cunxin and Yi Yangbo behind Zhang Qilin.

They must have been giving instructions behind the scenes.

The Chinese are indeed cunning.

But Zhang Qilin's response during the interview just now was not something that could be taught on the spot.

That requires sufficient experience to completely avoid the pitfalls in their problems.

He looked at Zhang Qilin again, trying to make his tone sound more casual:

"Mr. Zhang's performance today was truly admirable. May I ask what your surname is...?"

Zhang Qilin sneered inwardly; this was an attempt to test his abilities.

He wore a fake smile:

"Mr. James is interested in Chinese surname culture? Well, that goes back to the mythological era. The Jade Emperor in Heaven was surnamed Zhang..."

Seeing that Zhang Qilin was going off on a tangent, Pu Cunxin immediately interrupted him:

"Zhang Qilin, how are your preparations for tonight's performance?"

Then, turning to James:

"Excuse me, Mr. James, he has a performance tonight. We can talk another time."

Surprisingly, James seemed engrossed in listening, nodding occasionally as Zhang Qilin spoke.

Pu Cunxin was both amused and exasperated. Did he really take this story, which he had just made up on the spot, seriously?

He had no choice but to call out twice more:

"Mr. James?"

James then came to his senses.

He was skeptical of Zhang Qilin's words, but he needed a way out.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how a twenty-year-old could deconstruct all the questions that a group of international journalists had carefully prepared.

Regardless of his motives, Zhang Qilin must come from a family with a long and distinguished lineage.

Only in this way can they save face.

So, when he looked at Zhang Qilin again, his eyes were much kinder:

"Mr. Zhang, I never knew you had such a glorious family heritage. I hope we will have the opportunity to become friends in the future."

"It would be my honor," Zhang Qilin nodded politely.

He was not surprised by James' change of attitude.

Based on his understanding of these Europeans and Americans, he knew that the more one highlighted one's heritage and traditions in front of them, the more respect they would show.

Those Indians rely on their boasting skills to occupy many high-paying jobs in Europe and America.

Many Chinese people, who are influenced by humility education from childhood, are reserved and modest in international settings.

Their style of dealing with people abroad is mostly based on harmony, which, in the jungle-like environment of foreign countries, can easily give people the impression that they are easy to bully.

After James left, only a few people from the Beijing People's Art Theatre remained in the conference room.

Pu Cunxin wore a gratified smile on his face:

"He performed exceptionally well today and did not disgrace the Beijing People's Art Theatre."

Yi Yangbo also came over and gave Zhang Qilin a thumbs up:

"Qi Lin, you've really opened my eyes. I was sweating for you with the first question. How did you come up with the analogy of a theater fire escape? That's brilliant."

Zhang Qilin smiled, his attitude remaining humble:

"Teacher Pu, Director Yi, I haven't thought that much about it. I just want to talk about what we're really doing and thinking..."

Yi Yangbo sighed:

"Well said. Often, we are exhausted because we are always being led by the nose. Your response today was to not follow the other party's rhythm and to tell your own story, which is very good."

He increasingly felt that this young man in front of him not only acted well, but also possessed a rare temperament and vision.

"However," Pu Cunxin cautioned, "although we handled the situation well today, we should be prepared that they might try to make a fuss from other angles. The publicity department should pay close attention to any related reports on the internet and in foreign media."

Yi Yangbo nodded immediately:

"Understood, Puyuan. We will monitor public opinion and prepare contingency plans."

After giving his instructions, Pu Cunxin left with Yi Yangbo.

Sun Yu walked over:

"Brother Lin, I've organized the materials, I'll give them to you the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you for your hard work. I have filming tonight, so I can't keep you company," Zhang Qilin patted Sun Yu on the shoulder.

"Hey~ Brother Lin, there's no need to be so polite between us."

After Sun Yu finished packing his things, Zhang Qilin saw him to the door.

The two agreed to contact each other by phone once they had chosen a suitable magazine.

Zhang Qilin breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Sun Yu leave.

It's finally over.

Dealing with these reporters is exhausting.

If it weren't for the Beijing People's Art Theatre, given his personality, he would have already given those cowards a good dressing down.

Unfortunately, he was still too weak and needed the Beijing People's Art Theatre to protect him.

The only option is to choose the safest way to resolve this interview.

This concession is not cowardice.

Rather, it's so that they won't have to insincerely flatter others in the future.

If you don't want to do something, then don't do it.

He turned and walked back, and then he heard several cheerful voices behind him:

Zhang Qilin

He looked back and saw several girls carrying large and small bags walking towards him in the distance.

He stopped and looked at them with a smile.

He didn't have much of an impression of these girls, so he simply waited for them to state their purpose.

The girl wearing glasses walked quickly forward and put what she was holding on the ground.

She looked up and said enthusiastically:

"I'm your fan, Shen Ya. We even took a group photo together a few days ago."

Zhang Qilin smiled and pointed to the bags they were carrying:

"I know what you're up to."

A petite girl with short hair next to her excitedly chimed in:

"We're here to support you because you're performing today."

As she spoke, she took out a support banner from her bag.

The banner features a cartoon image of Zhang Qilin from an interview a few days ago; the lines are cute, but the expression is captured extremely vividly.

The girl's voice was full of anticipation and joy:

"Is it pretty?"

Zhang Qilin was somewhat surprised:

How did you know I had a performance?

Shen Ya said with a smile:

"It's not a secret; you can find out by asking around."

Zhang Qilin looked at the girls carrying seven or eight large bags and said with a wry smile:

"I'm just playing a minor role, there's no need for such a big fuss, it doesn't look good to others."

The short-haired girl said earnestly:

"This is the Beijing People's Art Theatre, you've only just arrived and you're already on stage, that's already amazing."

Shen Ya handed two bags to Zhang Qilin:

"Don't worry, we won't affect the performance. We'll be cheering you on from the sidelines. This bag contains food; share it with the other actors in your group. You're a newcomer, so try to get along with them..."

Zhang Qilin was both amused and exasperated.

Are these fans or just your own mother?

She was even more thoughtful than him.

Shen Ya continued:

"This package is for you. Open it when you get home. We hope you like it."