Huayu: I was immediately ensnared by Jing Tian as soon as I entered the industry.

The Bazaar Charity Gala, proposed by Su Mang, editor-in-chief of Harper's Bazaar, has been held for six years.

The Park Hyatt Hotel has been booked out for a large sum of money tonight.

The red carpet extends from the hotel lobby all the way outside, ensuring that guests can step on it comfortably when they get out of their cars.

The red carpet was occupied by dozens of media outlets, with cameras and microphones set up on both sides.

It must be said that the event perfectly reflects the entertainment industry's pursuit of fame and fortune, resembling a small-scale awards ceremony.

Every year, the charity gala brings together top celebrities, directors, film company owners, entrepreneurs, and other prominent figures from all walks of life.

The guests dressed up in their finest attire, showing off their beautiful figures in front of the camera.

A black minivan came to a smooth stop at the designated location, and Wang Xuan stepped out with one long leg, immediately surrounded by a barrage of flashes from cameras.

For a moment, Wang Xuan was still a little unaccustomed to it.

The last time I received this kind of treatment was when I won the Best Actor award at Berlin.

Having been through it all, he quickly adapted to the environment, smiling and waving in greeting.

"Director Wang, welcome to the Bazaar Charity Gala."

Su Mang, the initiator of the banquet, served as the red carpet host.

Thank you for the invitation.

Wang Xuan replied politely and followed the staff member who was leading the way inside.

The noise inside the banquet hall was not much better than outside.

People in the entertainment, sports, and business worlds are all networking and expanding their social circles.

Wang Xuan's tall and upright figure attracted the attention of many people. A few people's eyes lit up, while many more cast curious glances at him.

Many people in the industry have heard of Wang Xuan, but few have actually seen what he looks like.

Having risen to fame with "Buried," and being behind the scenes of "Back to Youth," even if I've seen her in the news, I quickly forget about her.

But for actors who pay close attention to every move in the entertainment industry, Wang Xuan's face is etched in their minds.

"Hello Director Wang, I am actor Fan Binbin."

"Hello there."

Wang Xuan grasped the outstretched hand and looked closely at the face; it was indeed exquisitely beautiful.

Fan Binbin wore a white off-shoulder floor-length gown, and the huge jewelry around her neck paled in comparison to her stunning face.

"Your seat is at the head table; I'll lead you there."

As one of the most talked-about female celebrities, Fan Binbin's every move is watched by other celebrities.

Seeing her humble attitude, many people frantically searched for Wang Xuan's personal information.

The youngest Berlin Film Festival Best Actor winner, the youngest director to join the 100 million yuan box office club—many people are quite astonished.

"You sly fox, always trying to curry favor."

Li Binbin, Li Binbin's arch-rival, muttered to himself, while simultaneously wondering how to get to know this young director.

"Director Wang, your seat is over here." Wang Changtian waved.

Wang Xuan nodded and walked over; the seating arrangement was quite deliberate.

Han Sanping sat in the center of the main table without hesitation, with Huayi Brothers Wang Da and Xiao Wang, Yu Dong, Wang Changtian, Chen Kaige, Jiang Wen and others sitting next to him.

Wang Xuan's seat was at the secondary table, where he sat with Lu Taro, Li Shaohong, Ning Hao, and the stingy Jia Zhangke.

People from Hong Kong and Taiwan were seated at the table to the right, including Johnny Ng, Chan Ho-hing, Aaron Kwok, and Michelle Yeoh.

"Hey junior, I'm Ning Hao. The script for 'Buried Alive' is amazing."

Ning Hao greeted him with a smile. He was wearing a black suit and a thick gold necklace around his neck. He was a big, burly man.

Wang Xuan sized up Ning Hao, wanting to ask if the necklace was made of gold. This guy didn't look like a director; he looked more like a mafia boss.

"Brother Ning's photos of incense offerings and Wednesdays and Thursdays are very meaningful."

The two of them chatted, one after the other.

Lu Taro, who was standing to the side, thought highly of himself. He glanced at the two of them and whispered to Li Shaohong.

He comes from a cultured family and is considered a privileged youth; he looks down on people like Ning Hao and Wang Xuan who have no background.

"Your script is so creative. Let's find some time to have a good discussion. I'm actually thinking of making a dark-themed movie."

After just a couple of sentences, Ning Hao was already chatting with Wang Xuan, his arm around Wang Xuan's neck: "You're filing this realistic drama for awards, aren't you?"

In response to Ning Hao's question, Wang Xuan nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Lu Taro, standing to the side, seemed to have taken the wrong medicine and sneered disdainfully: "Don't think that just because you've achieved some box office success, awards are as easy as cabbages on the street."

"Don't go out and embarrass yourself, just stick to making some romantic comedy commercials..."

Hearing this, Ning Hao's face turned somewhat awkward. Lu Taro's words were a slap in the face to him. He had just suggested discussing the script together, and he was immediately belittled.

When had Wang Xuan ever been treated like this? He felt as if he had swallowed a fly. If he didn't get his revenge, people would think he, the movie star, was easy to bully.

"I don't know if it's shameful, but at least I directed my own movies and wrote my own scripts, and I've never been sued for plagiarism..."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table fell silent.

Ning Hao's eyes widened. He hadn't expected Wang Xuan to be so outspoken. After all, they were in the same industry and would run into each other all the time. Although he didn't like people with the surname Lu either.

People in the industry know who directed Lu Taro's first film, "Looking for a Gun"; and "Kekexili" was even sued, causing quite a stir.

"What...what do you mean?"

Lu Taro was so angry his hands trembled. He pointed at Wang Xuan and said, "You explain yourself clearly, who plagiarized?"

"What, do you think everyone is blind? Whose style is 'Looking for a Gun'? Your 04 film 'Kekexili' has a lot of similar shots to someone else's 91 documentary."

The visual background, camera composition, and even the dialogue are identical. Are they afraid to admit it?

Wang Xuan showed no mercy to Lu Taro, ruthlessly exposing his plagiarism.

Although it's unclear why the plaintiff withdrew the lawsuit back then, there are too many similar scenes in the movie.

People in the film and television industry aren't stupid; they all know whether something is plagiarized or not, they just don't want to offend anyone.

Wang Xuan had no such concerns. They've already taken advantage of us, so who's going to put up with them?

[Nanjing] hasn't been released yet, otherwise he would have more to say.

The two of them were speaking loudly, and people around them noticed.

Lu Tailang was panting heavily, his eyes fixed fiercely on Wang Xuan, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

"Who is your teacher? Did they teach you how to talk to your seniors?"

"Go find my director teacher, Tian Zhuangzhuang. He didn't teach me to plagiarize."

Wang Xuan plagiarized from one sentence to another, infuriating Lu Taro.

He slammed his hand on the table and stormed off without daring to utter a single harsh word.

The commotion attracted the attention of many people, but fortunately, the hall was crowded and noisy, so they couldn't hear what the two were arguing about. Only the people at their table and the two tables next to them could hear it.

"Well done. Did he really think no one knew what he did? They just couldn't be bothered with him."

Ning Hao ignored the stares of others and continued to put his arm around Wang Xuan's shoulder.