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

Liu Yuehua lay on Liu Xiaoli's sofa, holding a pre-screening schedule for "Peng Zu" provided by China Film Group.

He had just returned from Hong Kong last night. After dropping Liu Yifei off at her dorm, it got a little late, so he stayed at Liu Xiaoli's house.

The screening schedule shows a dismal 0.1% screening rate.

In 03, the film market was in a period of turmoil.

The cinema chain system reform has only been implemented for a year. Although the major cinema chains are nominally independent, they are still deeply influenced by the guidance of the Film Bureau.

After being transferred from the front line of distribution to the approval position, Mr. Ma lost the right to directly release films, but he gained control over the final review opinion after the film's official seal was issued.

He only needs to subtly mention to the general managers of major cinema chains in private that the film "Peng Zu" has controversial content and suggest that they handle it quietly for the time being. The managers who are looking for stability will understand immediately and directly reduce your screenings to the minimum.

"Director Liu, all the major cinema chains have replied, and they all say the same thing." Liu Xiaoli walked in, her voice filled with a deep sense of helplessness.

"They said that there are tight screenings of patriotic films recently, so our kind of sci-fi film can only be shown in midnight screenings or in suburban cinemas."

"This is clearly a setup to make us fail."

Liu Yuehua didn't say anything. He folded the A4 report into a paper airplane and sent it flying.

Mr. Ma's use of passive-aggressive tactics was indeed brilliant.

I didn't openly ban your film, but I'll make sure it's out of the light of day. If it flops at the box office in its first week, theaters will have a good reason to pull it off the screens completely, and then even Han Shanping won't be able to force his way out.

A phone rang urgently. Liu Yuehua answered it and saw it was a nursery rhyme.

"Director Liu, something terrible has happened..."

……

Earlier today, Zhang Weimo arrived at Liu Yuehua's studio with a nursery rhyme.

"Liu Yuehua, get out here!"

Zhang Mo led three thugs in, swaggering in with each of them carrying a baseball bat and their eyes filled with rage.

The nursery rhyme, upon hearing the sound, rushed out from the inner room. Upon seeing the end of the chapter, its first reaction was fear.

"Zhang Mo, are you crazy?"

"Am I crazy? I think you're the one being a jerk."

Zhang Mo slammed a stick into the computer next to him, shattering the LCD monitor instantly, and shards of the stick cut Feng Chengcheng's face.

"I warned you a long time ago, stay away from these bastards."

"What's up? Don't you find this coding-challenged physics engineering guy more to your liking?"

Just as Feng Chengcheng was about to retort, he was kicked in the stomach by one of the thugs behind Zhang Mo.

"Feng Chengcheng, don't think that just because your brother Liu Yuehua made some noise in Hong Kong, you can cause trouble in Beijing."

Zhang Mo pointed a stick at Feng Chengcheng's nose.

"My father is Zhang Guoli. If I want to kill you, it's no different than crushing an ant."

"Smashing your studio today is a warning to you. From now on, wherever Tong Yao appears, you can get out of the area within a ten-mile radius."

……

At dusk, at Feng Gong's home.

Feng Gong sat on the sofa, trembling with anger.

He looked at his biological son's swollen face, his voice trembling.

"How did Zhang Guoli raise his child? This is simply a spoiled brat."

At this time, Feng Gong was a true authority within the system and a leading figure in the crosstalk world, and his social status was heavily influenced by politics.

Although Zhang Guoli was a well-known actor, in the seniority-based entertainment industry at the time, he was more often regarded as a mere entertainer.

If Feng Gong wanted to take down Zhang Guoli, he only needed to casually mention at a meeting that some entertainers' children were poorly disciplined and seriously damaged the industry's image. Zhang Guoli would then fade into obscurity.

Upon hearing the news, Liu Yuehua rushed over and handed over a glass of warm water.

"Master, please don't get involved in this matter."

"If you get involved, the nature of the situation changes."

"Our intervention was just a minor squabble between juniors. If the elders were to intervene, this matter would probably just be dropped."

"You're going to make a move? What do you have to fight him with?" Feng Gong said anxiously. "He's got nothing to lose. He's just a thug, born of a mother but without a father to teach him anything."

Liu Yuehua smiled slightly, offering no explanation.

Late at night, Liu Yuehua returned to his studio alone, exploring the demonic tome within his sea of ​​consciousness. As he broke through to the Refining Spirit stage, the demonic tome finally revealed its deeper mysteries to him.

The Qi Refining stage emphasizes the equivalent exchange of physical rules, while the Spirit Refining stage touches upon true cause and effect.

The first spell in this chapter is "Creating Something from Nothing." It describes planting a seed of emotion in the other person's heart, waiting for it to take root, sprout, and gradually influence their thoughts.

All living beings possess inner demons. They use the body as a catalyst, attachment as their root, to create something from nothing, and to cultivate truth through falsehood.

In his previous life, Zhang Mo was banned because of flour.

For people like this, there's no need to kill or set fires yourself.

He only needed to give Zhang Mo a gentle push in his mind, and Zhang Mo would jump into the abyss on his own.

He had already calculated that during his time in Venice, he would not only obtain the trump card to counter Boss Ma, but also give Zhang Mo time to allow his own inner demons to take root and sprout.

……

The day before flying to Venice, Zhang Guoli finally stepped in to arrange things.

He dared not remain silent. Although Feng Gong did not speak to him directly, rumors circulated within the State Administration of Radio and Television the next day that a certain leader had casually mentioned the management of celebrity offspring during a meeting. This gave Zhang Guoli a fright, as he was well aware of the weight of such a casual remark.

Feng Chengcheng looked displeased: "This is a trap, the odds are against us. Are we still going?"

"The bully just hired bandits."

"It was clearly Xiang Yu who invited Liu Bang, wasn't it?"

What did Liu Bang do after that?

"To be the emperor!"

"Where is Xiang Yu?"

"Then? Attending the banquet?"

"He's at most Cao Wushang, why doesn't he go?"

The dinner was held at a mansion on Chang'an Avenue, which was once the site of a prince's mansion and was a favorite gathering place for Beijing's elite circles at that time.

The private rooms here offer a high degree of privacy, and there are even dedicated underground passages.

Zhang Guoli invited us to dinner here, but it wasn't really about the food; it was about his attitude of trying to smooth things over.

The private room was filled with exquisite Huaiyang cuisine.

Zhang Guoli sat in the main seat, looking slightly haggard.

Sitting next to her was Zhang Mo, still looking indignant, and her stepmother Deng Jie.

Liu Yuehua led Feng Chengcheng in right on time. Feng Chengcheng's face was still covered with gauze, which looked particularly out of place in the private room, like a silent slap in the face.

"Yuehua, Chengcheng, please sit down." Zhang Guoli and Deng Jie stood up voluntarily, adopting a very humble posture.

"There are no outsiders here today, I just want to apologize to you."

"I've spoiled Zhang Mo; he doesn't know how to handle things properly."

On the other side, Deng Jie, holding a teacup, replied with a sarcastic remark.

"Yes, Yuehua, young people are full of vigor, it's common for them to smash things and push each other around."

"The National University has already prepared the compensation. I think we should just let this matter go. We'll see each other again eventually, and making things worse won't do you any good for your future career."

It's no wonder this couple got together; one plays the good cop, and the other plays the bad cop.

The stepmother's attitude is quite interesting; she seems to be trying to smooth things over, but she's actually provoking the situation.

If we both lose our temper and cause trouble, our reputations will suffer.

After all, the family of three treated them to a meal to apologize, but you two young men were unreasonable and started arguing again.

If word gets out, it will be our fault.

As expected, none of the old foxes in the entertainment industry are easy to deal with.