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

Lu Chuan could no longer contain herself and pointed at Liu Yuehua, shouting and cursing loudly.

"Liu Yuehua, stop making veiled accusations. You're using suspense and the endorsement of Tsinghua and Peking Universities to incite uninformed college students to buy tickets. Your mind is full of money, which is a serious ideological error."

"This is populism persecuting elite art."

"A flawed mindset." Liu Yuehua sneered, took out a stamped financial settlement sheet from his bag, and tossed it lightly onto the conference table.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Tian, ​​Mr. Ma, we filmmakers can't be like Kant, only looking at the brilliant starry sky above us and ignoring the gutter below our feet."

"Box office revenue is the only true measure of a commercial film's success."

"The entire movie 'Comet' was filmed in one room, and the production cost was less than 5 RMB."

"Currently, the combined box office revenue from mainland China, Hong Kong, Macau, Taiwan, and Southeast Asia is 1500 million, with net profits reaching several hundred times that amount."

"Most importantly, I didn't ask the government or China Film Group for a single penny of funding. I'm just increasing revenue for the market."

Liu Yuehua turned to look at Lu Chuan, "Director Lu, you're just a good-for-nothing who only knows how to squander money. You just ask for 3000 million to film your artistic spirit."

"How much of the 3000 million yuan do you plan to generate profit for China Film Group? How much profit did your film 'The Missing Gun' generate?"

"You're using the country's money to enhance your personal reputation, and that's what you call having the right ideology?"

"Is this what you call a pioneer of history?" Lu Chuan blushed with embarrassment and was about to retort when Han Shanping glared at her coldly.

Mr. Ma panicked. Seeing the box office numbers being crushed, he immediately unleashed his final trump card.

"Mr. Han, don't be fooled by this little swindler."

"Even if 'Coherence' achieves high box office returns, it will still be a disruptive force in the market."

"I know he contacted a group of people in Hong Kong and set up some kind of shell company to distribute this film across mainland China, Taiwan, Hong Kong, and Macau."

"This is clearly an attempt to leverage foreign influence and disregard our State Administration's censorship system. This kind of lawless brat should be banned from the entire industry, knocked to the ground, and trampled on a thousand times."

"You still want to defeat me?" Liu Yuehua's smile vanished, and his pretense was completely torn away.

He reached into his bag again, but this time he pulled out not financial settlement statements or box office reports, but a shocking stack of falsified logistics procurement records copied from the "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" production team.

"Mr. Ma, am I the one who is lawless, or are your subordinates even more lawless, sucking the blood of ordinary people?"

Liu Yuehua pushed the stack of bills directly in front of Boss Ma, speaking calmly.

"It seems Director Zhao still harbors resentment towards you. Hasn't he reported this matter to you these past few days?"

"President Han, this is Director Zhao of the Tianlong film crew, a close associate of President Ma. He was using the name of China Film Group to keep the accounts. The ledgers are full of President Ma's signatures and approvals. The 500,000 yuan allocated to the crew for the production team's survival, the special fund for influenza prevention, turned into 50,000 yuan worth of inferior single-layer gauze. Where did the remaining 450,000 yuan go?"

"The money spent on high-standard, green, and healthy boxed meals has all gone to spoiled leftovers and rotten leaves!"

"Mr. Ma, so what you meant by 'making the cast and crew suffer' was actually making their lives miserable while enriching the pockets of your subordinates!"

Mr. Ma's face turned deathly pale instantly, his legs went weak, and he slumped back into his chair. "You're talking nonsense, this is a frame-up."

Mr. Ma trembled all over. "Director Zhao's embezzlement is his personal conduct problem. What does it have to do with me?"

"It's alright?" Liu Yuehua lowered his head and stared intently into President Ma's eyes.

"Mr. Ma, yesterday I had a friend check on Director Zhao's background. The 45 yuan in cash was all wrapped in plastic bags and kept in his refrigerator. His wife said that Director Zhao doesn't dare to spend a single penny. Every time he comes home from an outing, the first thing he does is lie in the refrigerator and smell the banknotes."

Liu Yuehua straightened up and stared at Boss Ma with disdain.

"Mr. Ma, in this world of fame and fortune in the film and television industry, some things are worth more than 4 ounces on the scale, but once you put them on the scale, they weigh over 1000 pounds."

"Your signed approval slip is right there in black and white. How are you going to evade this responsibility?" Liu Yuehua turned around and stared directly at Han Shanping, who was in the main seat.

"Mr. Han, the market has suffered a loss of 6 million yuan, and the people below are still taking advantage of the loopholes in the epidemic prevention measures to make a fortune."

"Where did the money from China Film Group, specifically the money for pandemic prevention, go?"

This resounding question, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, shattered all the hypocritical facades of Mr. Ma and Lu Chuan.

"Smack!" Han Shanping slammed his hand on the table, sending the teacup flying and shattering into pieces.

This bandit leader in the film and television industry was completely enraged.

At this level, he doesn't care if his subordinates are greedy for petty gains, but he does care if they use his name to embezzle the protective funds that could trigger a storm at any moment.

"You dare to embezzle the money allocated from above, the money for protection?" Han Shanping's eyes seemed to want to devour him, his anger barely contained.

"Xiao Ma, I've tolerated your factionalism and clique-forming."

"Who are the enemies of Chinese cinema? Who are its own people? This is the primary question for the film industry."

"You've diverted funds meant for protective measures, you've undermined the very foundation of Chinese cinema. You are the enemies of Chinese cinema, you are the sinners."

"Mr. Han, let me explain..." Mr. Ma panicked.

Han Shanping ignored his nonsense and waved his hand to interrupt him.

"The mess you've created has been exposed, and instead of cleaning up the mess, you dare to shamelessly talk about the bigger picture of art?"

"You've been suspended. Take your people to the disciplinary inspection team immediately and explain this matter clearly."

The meeting ended abruptly with a thunderous roar.

Mr. Ma slumped into his chair as if he had lost his parents, and was forcibly taken away by security guards.

Lu Chuan's 3000 million yuan art film project was also thrown into the trash can by Han Shanping like waste paper.

……

Tian Zhuangzhuang led Liu Yuehua out of the China Film Group building.

Tian Zhuangzhuang's eyes held less of the loving kindness of a teacher and more of a sense of helplessness towards such scheming tactics.

"Yuehua, you used President Han's knife today to kill President Ma with a solid ledger. Well done."

"But it's too ruthless. Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them," Tian Zhuangzhuang warned him earnestly.

"Listen carefully, capital is a man-eating beast. Don't end up like Mr. Ma, constantly talking about sacrificing for the greater good while secretly sucking the blood of others from the vested interest group."

Liu Yuehua smiled at Tian Zhuangzhuang.

"Don't worry, Teacher Tian, ​​what Mr. Ma did was embezzlement, which is a crime."

"I, Liu Yuehua, am a law-abiding businessman. When faced with two evils, I choose the lesser; when faced with two benefits, I choose the greater."

Liu Yuehua's tone was indifferent.

"Boss Ma and his gang are carrying out some kind of anti-something campaign while engaging in despicable acts of theft and prostitution."

"I'm different, I don't suck blood."

"I will only make the audience in the world willingly and gratefully put the money out of their pockets into my own pocket."