Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: You're a Director, But You're a Casanova?

"Nonsense! This is utterly indecent!"

The film review director slammed his hand on the table and pointed at the television screen:

"Is this what you call 'GG'? This is fucking psychopathic!"

"What kind of ideology are you trying to promote?"

"If this airs, the station's hotline will be bombarded with calls! It's off! Absolutely not!"

Sitting on the sofa next to me was a deputy director with thinning hair. Although he didn't slam his fist on the table, he solemnly echoed the statement in an official tone.

"Yes, Comrade Xiao Niu, no matter how much influence Lao Feng has, the theme of this film is indeed too unconventional."

Niu Yuehua was still wearing the same high-quality replica suit he had bought from the market last time. He leaned casually against the chair, not nervous at all.

He used his Qi-observation technique and scanned the area. To his surprise, he discovered that the director, who was slamming his fist on the table and cursing, had a thin layer of gray aura above his head, which represented moral condemnation.

Looking at that seemingly respectable deputy director, good heavens, a reddish-purple aura of greed swirled around his bald head, clearly indicating his desire for ratings and commissions.

Keep pretending.

Niu Yuehua sneered.

Think it's perverted?

Now that I've seen through your hand, I'm going to cheat.

Niu Yuehua tested the Heavenly Demon Enchantment spell. As long as the opponent has greed or a weakness in their heart, it can hook them tightly like a hook.

"Director, Director, please calm down." Niu Yuehua's voice changed.

"Let's be frank, those trash guys who do this between 12:30 and 1:00 AM don't make any money at all, right?"

The station director didn't say anything, but his eyes clearly showed some confusion.

Niu Yuehua took out a contract from his bag and slammed it on the table along with a check for 5 yuan.

"I'll pay 5 yuan to buy out this garbage time slot and broadcast it for a week straight."

"Let's sign a waiver. If this short film is broadcast and viewers criticize it, the credits will say it's produced by Yixin Media. We paid for it ourselves, and it has nothing to do with the station. You can completely deny any responsibility."

"But if this film, due to its immense controversy, manages to achieve record-breaking ratings of two or three times its original midnight viewership..."

"Director, this is your achievement of breaking with convention and daring to be a pioneer!"

The deputy director glanced at the check, then at the agreement that completely exempted him from liability, and his attitude underwent a complete 180-degree turn.

"Actually, I think what Comrade Xiao Niu did is quite insightful. The leaders have mentioned before that artistic creation should be a free-flowing and diverse field of thought."

"Our station's midnight slot audience consists of adults, and I believe they still have the ability to distinguish right from wrong."

"After all, everyone is primarily responsible for their own ideological security." The station director signed and affixed the official seal.

"Then let's do a trial run for a week. If anything goes wrong, you'll be responsible."

As expected, Xu Jinjiang was right; capitalism does have its merits. (Emoji should be here)

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Late that night, in a shared apartment, Zhang Qiang, who had just returned from his night shift, was making instant noodles with huge dark circles under his eyes.

To dispel the boredom of the late night, he casually turned on the TV as background noise.

"When will this miserable life ever end?" Zhang Qiang sighed.

Just then, the TV screen suddenly went dark. He subconsciously looked up and saw a rough but cinematic handheld shot appear on the screen.

A young man, looking as haggard and numb as he was, pushed open the door of a noodle shop, his face full of exhaustion.

Wow, this late-night drama is pretty realistic. Zhang Qiang paused for a moment, captivated by the scene.

Looking at Zhang Yi's bitter face, and then at his own work clothes that hadn't been washed for days, he instantly felt a strong sense of resonance.

Next, the young Zhang Ziyi Tong Yao appeared, her face both aloof and stubborn yet incredibly gentle. Holding a bowl of noodles with a soft-boiled egg, she said with red eyes that she might not be able to eat it again.

Zhang Qiang's eyes instantly welled up with tears. In this cold and unfamiliar city, which poor working man wouldn't want such a gentle older sister to bring him a bowl of hot noodles after he finished working overtime?

"Damn, this must be some new brand of instant noodles. It's so touching and moving. I'll have to buy two cases to support it tomorrow." Zhang Qiang felt that the instant noodles in his hand didn't taste good anymore, and he was looking forward to the cliché happy ending with a twist.

However, a pair of red high heels ruthlessly shattered his expectations.

When Zhang Qiang saw Tang Yan, dressed in a short skirt, arrogantly serving up a plate of chili fried rice, tempting the male lead to fall into evil, he was stunned.

"Holy crap, what the hell is this plot?" He stared wide-eyed as he saw the male lead eating chili peppers like a dog until he cried in pain in order to protect his beloved.

Zhang Qiang's heart clenched painfully; his sympathy for the male protagonist and his anger towards his daughter reached their peak.

But he never expected that what would truly shatter his worldview was the subsequent depravity.

When he saw the male lead secretly dumping his favorite soft-boiled egg into the trash can, when he saw the male lead kneeling in front of the second female lead, his face flushed, pleading, "Give me another spoonful of chili..."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Zhang Qiang's scalp tingled.

Until the very end, on a rain-soaked street, the male protagonist picks out the soft-boiled egg from his clear noodle soup bowl and throws it into a puddle. When he says, "We can't go back," and as he turns and follows the second female lead into the abyss, a strange sense of frustration, despair, and anger, yet also a tingling, morbid curiosity, instantly rushes to the top of my head.

"Holy crap!"

He threw down the instant noodles, quickly turned on his computer, dialed up to the internet, and logged into Tianya Forum.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he posted a message on the forum.

"Holy crap, who the hell taught Beijing TV to film GG like this? It's the middle of the night and it's completely stunning. The god of pure love has collapsed! You fucking deserve to die!"

In the post, Zhang Qiang tearfully recounted the entire story, his words revealing him as a pure, single lover.

In 2002, an era of open-mindedness and economic prosperity, such posts with NTR-like twists were like a spark thrown into a haystack.

Within minutes, hundreds of replies flooded the post.

First floor: Sofa.

Second floor: OP, stop making this up. Would any domestic TV station dare to broadcast this kind of show?

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16th Floor: I've seen it, really, I just finished watching it, and I was so angry that I beat up my roommate. That male lead was so pathetic.

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29th floor: I need a website or resources. And could you ask my roommate if the landlady's legs are white?