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

On the other end of the phone, Feng Gong's voice sounded relieved.

"I'm thinking of taking a step back and asking someone to step in and smooth things over for you."

"You're something else, you just quietly took care of it all yourself."

Upon hearing his master's words, Liu Yuehua's face subtly fell.

I was planning to rely on a powerful figure, but the powerful figure has run away.

Within the system, the deputy regimental commander is a genuine administrative official position, wielding life-or-death power over various resources.

Art director, frankly speaking, is just a nominal, sinecure.

To protect his apprentice's film, the master actually put his career on the table as a bargaining chip, intending to use his administrative rank to get someone above him to help.

A warm current mixed with an irrepressible anger surged into his heart.

"Master." Liu Yuehua forced down the tremor in his voice and reverted to his usual carefree tone.

"Are you stupid, old man?"

"Is a lousy movie really worth losing your job?"

"Am I, Liu Yuehua, the kind of person who would suffer a loss? I already got that dragon seal a long time ago. You've done me a favor for nothing."

"Stop talking nonsense to me," Feng Gong cursed over the phone, but his voice was much gentler.

"Fine, I won't do it. I'm a comedian by nature."

"Sitting in the office in meetings every day, my butt is getting calluses. Being an art director is much more relaxed, and I have time to work on new jokes."

"I called Lao Niu a couple of days ago, and he said he's planning to come back too. We both have some free time now, so let's give art another boost."

"It's good that everything's alright on your end. You can use any underhanded methods when you're out there, but you have to stick to your principles and not give anyone any leverage against you."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Yuehua remained silent for a long time.

In order to block his movie, Old Man Lu and his gang actually forced his master to the point of resigning from his official post and relinquishing power.

He wouldn't be Liu if he didn't get his money back from them with interest.

However, something's a bit strange. Han Dong also shut up this time. His master actually wanted to exchange his official position for it.

Do those retired old gangsters really have that much power?

Is there someone behind the scenes, pulling strings and causing trouble?

Thinking of this, Liu Yuehua's paranoia kicked in again.

He sent a text message to Lao Tian and Lao Xie, asking them to help find out what was going on behind the scenes.

Old Tian's background has been mentioned earlier.

His parents were both directors of film studios, and their students and former employees were all over the country.

Needless to say, next year he will not only be promoted to vice president, but also serve as the director of a film studio.

I want to see who has such power that they can make my master lose his footing.

"Yuehua, are we still going to hire our online army?" Feng Chengcheng asked cautiously from behind.

"We need to hire, and we need to increase our efforts."

……

A teahouse in Beijing.

The finest Longjing tea was steaming hot, but Old Man Lu had no appetite for it at all.

"How could a nobody like him, with no connections, get official approval from the traffic management system?"

Old Man Lu was so angry that his beard trembled.

He originally thought that by labeling Liu Yuehua as a poisoner of teenagers, he could easily suppress him during the investigation stage. Who knew that this kid would actually use a trick of borrowing power to intimidate others.

The old Beijing elites sitting next to each other looked at each other in bewilderment.

Indeed, although the cultural department has many rules and regulations, it still has to bow down to the GA department.

"Old Lu, this matter can't be left like this. He's slapping the face of our entire industry." An old man with the title of member of the Film Association stroked his chin, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"If censorship can't stop him, we'll destroy him in the market."

"Ultimately, movies are all about the actors. What we wield are the pen and the power of discourse. If we label this film as cultural garbage, I'd like to see which theater chain dares to give it a high number of screenings."

"Is that a sarcastic remark directed at the singer?" a screenwriter chimed in.

"Are you out of your mind?" The committee member glared at him.

"That kid is a newcomer, it's his first time acting."

"Moreover, the higher-ups have decided on him this year; he'll be singing on New Year's Eve. He has united front value, so we can't touch him."

"Besides, he has tens of millions of young fans. Why would we go and provoke him? If we're going to bully someone, we should bully the weak."

The committee member looked at a still from "Initial D".

"Edison Chen has been in the entertainment industry for several years. What can he do besides smirking? Besides, he's Canadian. You can bully him all you want."

"And then there's Tang Yan. Liu Yuehua used her in his first gay film. The two have a close relationship, and she doesn't seem to have any acting skills."

"And this Wang Baoqiang, I heard he's just an extra pulled off the street, he doesn't have any backing. He also made that film that Liu Yuehua won an award for, so it's no surprise he's criticizing these people."

"Let's focus our fire on these few people and label them as meaningless industrial waste."

"There are only a few main characters. If the word-of-mouth is bad, the film's foundation will collapse."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Lu narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh.

"You're right, he still wants to make money. I'll make him lose everything, even his underwear."

The next morning, the entertainment sections of major newspapers and portal websites in Beijing suddenly changed direction.

"The Money-Making Game of Commercial Speculators: On Edison Chen's Crooked Smile, Tang Yan's Dead Fish Eyes, and Wang Baoqiang's Uneducated Nature."

What's left of this movie besides the emotionless pretty faces?

Veteran artists lament the loss of cultural garbage, urging the market to boycott idol films lacking any acting skills.

A deluge of press releases rained down like snowflakes.

Film critics used magnifying glasses to scrutinize every micro-expression of Edison Chen, Tang Yan, and Wang Baoqiang in the trailer, mocking them frame by frame, directly labeling "Initial D" as a poorly made, money-grabbing flop with no acting skills.

This tactic is cunning to the core.

It's true that those who have influence in this circle are all morally corrupt.

……

The atmosphere in the studio was oppressive.

"Yuehua, the theaters can't withstand the pressure from public opinion anymore." Feng Chengcheng was sweating profusely. "They just called me."

"The originally agreed-upon opening day screening rate was cut to 10% by several major cinema managers, who said they were afraid of being criticized by the public for making money unethically."

On the sofa, Edison Chen, who had just arrived from Hong Kong, was scratching his hair in frustration.

"Director Liu, this is unacceptable."

Edison Chen kicked the coffee table, gritting his teeth.

"I've already asked Yinghuang to draft a lawyer's letter; I'm going to sue them for defamation."

Liu Yuehua heard this, but didn't even look up.

"No matter where you are, ordinary people just love to watch the excitement."

"If you send a lawyer's letter, not only will you have to pay, but you'll also be criticized by netizens for being thin-skinned and arrogant."

A trainee who is only 5 years old this year and has been a trainee for two and a half years gave it a like.

"By the way, that coffee table was inherited by my master from my grandmaster. It's an item from the palace, and it's making your father lose money."

Edison Chen was dumbfounded. They even used tea tables in the palace?

"Chengcheng, did you treat your classmates to dinner last night?"

"Let them help to stir things up again on the forum."

"The old guys are good at traditional media, and we can't fall behind in online media."

"They just targeted Edison Chen and his friends, relentlessly attacking them until they couldn't distinguish right from wrong."

"If a passerby can immediately tell that it's gone too far and something's fishy, ​​then it's about right."

"By the way, don't cook for me at noon. I have an appointment to discuss something."