Returning to Taiwan in 2000 as a patriotic artist

"What time is it?"

"Six-thirty." Xiaoyun glanced at her watch.

A villa district on the outskirts of Taipei, Taiwan.

Yang Wanqing sat on the sofa with a television set in front of her.

The screen is broadcasting the news.

According to reports, Gu Bei, a new singer who made controversial remarks on the "Super Sunday" program, left Taiwan yesterday and went to the mainland.

The television screen switched to a photo of Gu Bei boarding a ship at the port.

The photo is a bit blurry; the filming crew was deliberately not included in the shot.

"There are reports that Gu Bei's trip was to film a music video for his new song."

The host paused for a moment, then added, "But some industry insiders have analyzed that he may not be able to establish himself in Taiwan, so he chose to develop his career in mainland China."

Yang Wanqing sneered and picked up the remote to change the channel.

The Liberty Times is currently airing its entertainment news.

"Gu Bei has run away!"

The host's tone was clearly sarcastic: "An artist who made money in Taiwan, realized the winds were blowing in a bad direction, and just packed up and ran away."

"This is the true face of some people."

Change the channel again.

A segment aired during a variety show.

Is Gu Bei a JD student?

The guest's voice was filled with righteous indignation: "Think about it, how dare a twenty-year-old be so bold?"

"Is this normal? Is someone behind this?"

"What was he doing in mainland China? Filming a music video? Or reporting on work?"

"Dear viewers, I believe the relevant authorities should thoroughly investigate this matter!"

Another guest chimed in, "That's right, he's suspicious in the whole way."

Yang Wanqing changed the channel again without expression.

The China Times' report was relatively mild.

"Gu Bei left Taiwan to film a music video in mainland China. His agency, Eagle Entertainment, stated that this trip was a normal filming operation and not a 'runaway' as rumored."

"Gu Bei will return to Taiwan after completing filming."

Eagle Entertainment has not yet responded further to the questions raised by the outside world.

Yang Wanqing turned off the TV, leaned back on the sofa, and rubbed her temples.

The phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID; it was Ge Fuhong.

"Hey, Sister Ge."

"Wanqing, have you seen the news?" Ge Fuhong's voice carried a hint of seriousness.

"I saw it," Yang Wanqing said calmly. "They were really harsh with their insults."

"It's not just about insults." Ge Fuhong paused. "I received information that someone is preparing to use special methods to ruin Gu Bei's career."

Yang Wanqing's fingers tightened slightly.

"Anything else?"

"Greenwa is also preparing a press conference to publicly condemn Gu Bei," Ge Fuhong said in a low voice. "They want to make this a big deal."

"Let them make a fuss," Yang Wanqing said calmly. "Gu Bei hasn't broken any laws, what's there to be afraid of?"

"What are you worried about?" Yang Wanqing stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the Taipei night view. "Gu Bei is on the mainland, what can they do to reach him?"

"Once the music video is finished and the song is released, let's see how they still have to criticize us."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Wanqing, you've changed." Ge Fuhong's voice carried a hint of emotion. "You wouldn't have trusted someone so much before."

Yang Wanqing didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

It's not that she's changed.

Instead, every step was within Gu Bei's expectations.

The data for "Lovely Woman" is still rising.

The official website has accumulated over 150 million visits.

Nearly half of the IP addresses came from mainland China, and the messages on the message board were all in support of Gu Bei.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Wanqing picked up her phone and dialed Gu Bei's number.

It rang for more than ten seconds, but no one answered.

She dialed it again.

Still no one answered.

"I guess you're busy," she muttered to herself, putting down her phone and walking to the window.

Taipei's nights are very bright.

But she knew that the young man on the other side of the river was doing something remarkable.

……

As night fell, the temperature in Tianmo dropped, the desert heat was carried away by the night wind, and replaced by a cool breeze.

It was 7:30 p.m., and it was completely dark.

There were no clouds in the sky, and the stars were scattered across the dome like shattered diamonds, densely packed and incredibly bright.

The Milky Way stretches across the northern horizon like a luminous river, dividing the sky in two.

Gu Beizhan stood on the sand dune and put on his dragon robe again.

This time, the temperature was just right.

The night wind blew from the depths of the desert, making the hem of the dragon robe flutter loudly.

The white jade tassels of the crown gleamed with a cool, ethereal light under the starlight, no longer as dazzling as in daylight, but instead exuding a serene and powerful aura.

Fifty extras donned armor, held torches, and stood in the desert as a protective barrier.

The firelight reflected off the armor, making the iron plates glow with a dark red light, like flowing blood.

Standing upright and planted on the sand dune, it fluttered in the night wind, the black dragon pattern on the lacquered surface appearing and disappearing in the firelight.

The war drums were placed in front of the battle formation, and the drummers, shirtless and showing off their muscles, held their drumsticks high in the air.

"Move the light a little to the left!" Kwong Sing stood behind the camera, only letting the lighting technician adjust the angle.

"Yes, this is the spot, so that the firelight shines directly on Gu Bei's face, while the rest of his face is in shadow."

"Attention extras, don't let your hands holding the torches shake."

"The firelight should illuminate the armor, but not the face; maintain the mystery!"

"Battle flag! Move the battle flag back a little, so it doesn't block out the starry sky."

Kuang Cheng's voice echoed in the night wind.

Everyone was busy working in a tense but orderly manner.

Zhou Huimin sat with the logistics staff, her eyes fixed on Gu Bei's figure.

On the sand dunes, Gu Bei wore a black and gold dragon robe.

The firelight shone on his face from the side, illuminating the contours of his profile.

The other side is completely hidden in the shadows, like an ancient statue, serene and majestic.

The sky above was filled with stars.

Behind them, soldiers held torches, the flames dancing in the night wind.

"Ready?" Kwong Sing raised his hand.

Everyone held their breath.

"Action!"

The camera started to rotate.

Gu Bei gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and slowly drew it out.

He drew his bronze sword, its tip pointing diagonally at the full moon.

A night breeze blew by, and the white jade tassels of the crown swayed before my eyes.

The hem of the dragon robe was lifted by the wind, and the golden dragon scales shimmered in the firelight. The nine five-clawed golden dragons seemed to come alive, tumbling in the darkness.

The war drums sounded.

"Thump"

"Thump"

"Thump"

The sound of drums echoed in the night sky, carrying an ancient and desolate power.

The soldiers raised their spears and battle flags and advanced slowly under the starry sky.

A white light shone from behind them, instantly filling the air with mist and creating an atmosphere of mystery and grandeur.

"Yellow race, come to earth, stand tall with new pride."

Gu Bei silently recited it in his mind, and his lips moved accordingly:

"As a person of Asian descent, when I walk down the street, the world knows I am different."

His sword tip pointed to the starry sky, to the dazzling Milky Way, and to that ancient, indomitable nation that has never fallen in five thousand years.

"Cut!" Kwong Shing shouted excitedly. "Great! That's the feeling!"

"If this movie airs, it'll definitely be a sensation." He rubbed his hands together excitedly.

Gu Bei put down his sword and let out a long breath.

While there was still time, they filmed many scenes overnight.

Everyone worked until the early hours of the morning and finally finished filming the entire music video for "Yellow Race".