We asked you to make an anti-corruption film, but you made one in the name of the people!

September 20, Yanjing.

Around 6 p.m., Lin Mo left home and took a taxi to the hotel where the premiere was being held.

We arrived at the hotel at 7:10.

A red carpet was laid out at the entrance, and media were lined up on both sides with long lenses and microphones.

Lin Mo slipped in through a side door, skipping the red carpet—he wasn't a celebrity and wasn't used to being photographed.

Old Zhao was waiting inside the door. As soon as he saw him, he came up to him and said, "Director Lin, you've finally arrived!"

"Is everything arranged?"

Old Zhao nodded: "The actors are all here, in the lounge. The leaders are in the lobby, Director Wang and Prosecutor Zhao are already here. There are also a few people from the film industry, whom I don't know very well, they were all invited by the leaders."

Lin Mo patted Lao Zhao on the shoulder: "You've worked hard."

Old Zhao grinned: "You're running the business without lifting a finger, so I have to cover for you, right?"

Lin Mo went to the lounge first.

Pushing open the door, Zhang Yixing was sitting on the sofa scrolling through her phone. Seeing Lin Mo, she stood up and said, "Director Lin!"

Lin Mo shook hands with him: "Nervous?"

Zhang Yixing smiled and said, "A little."

Jin Chen walked over from the side, wearing a light blue dress and her hair up, looking much more mature than usual: "Director Lin, are you dressed the same as usual tonight?"

Lin Mo looked down at his dark blue jacket: "What's wrong? Does it look bad?"

Jin Chen chuckled: "You look good, but compared to those people in suits next to you, you look like you're here for a meeting."

Wang Chuanjun adjusted his glasses and casually added, "Director Lin was in a meeting anyway."

Sun Yang, unusually dressed in a black suit, stood silently in the corner, but with a smile on his lips.

Teacher Yongmei was the last to stand up and shake hands with Lin Mo: "Director Lin, you've worked hard tonight."

Lin Mo chatted with them briefly before Old Zhao pushed open the door and came in: "Director Lin, the leaders have arrived. Would you like to go and say hello?"

Lin Mo nodded, told the actors "You guys talk first," and turned to go to the lobby.

The atmosphere in the lobby was noticeably different.

Prosecutor Zhao and Director Wang stood together, surrounded by several other people, including those from the Ministry of Public Security and the Supreme People's Procuratorate.

They spoke softly, but their aura was completely different from that of the lavishly dressed celebrities around them.

Jin Chen glanced over furtively and whispered to Zhang Yixing, "Those over there, are they the big leaders?"

Zhang Yixing followed her gaze and glanced at her: "It should be. The Supreme People's Procuratorate and the Ministry of Public Security."

Jin Chen then asked, "Should we go over and say hello?"

Wang Chuanjun shook his head beside him: "What are you going over there for? You don't even know them. Besides, they're talking about serious business, it's not appropriate for you to join in."

Jin Chen shrank back and stopped asking.

Lin Mo walked into the hall, and Zhao Jianxian saw him and waved: "Xiao Lin, come here."

Lin Mo walked over, and Zhao Jian pointed to a person next to him and said, "Xiao Lin, this is Chairman Han of China Film Group."

Lin Mo turned his head and saw a man in his fifties standing in front of him, with gray hair and wearing silver-rimmed glasses.

He recognized him. Han Sanping—Chairman of China Film Group, known in the film industry as Third Master, and everyone in the industry had to call him "Chairman Han".

Han Sanping extended his hand, smiling at Lin Mo: "Director Lin, I've heard so much about you."

Lin Mo quickly grasped his hand: "Mr. Han, you're too kind."

Director Wang chimed in from the side, "I specially invited Old Han here so he could see our film. He's been watching movies his whole life; if he says it's good, then it's truly good."

Han Sanping laughed: "Director Wang, don't flatter me. I'm just a moviegoer."

Zhao Jian laughed beside him, "You're not just watching a movie, you're making one."

Han Sanping turned his gaze to Lin Mo and asked, "I watched the whole series of 'In the Name of the People.' After watching it, I told people that this director is no ordinary newcomer."

Lin Mo said modestly, "Chairman Han, you flatter me."

Han Sanping waved his hand: "It's not an overstatement, it's the truth. That rhythm, that character, that sense of proportion—you can't film that without solid skills."

Lin Mo didn't reply, feeling a little uneasy—the script wasn't written by him, it was something he had just come up with from his head.

Director Wang changed the subject, saying, "Old Han, now that you're here, don't just chat. After we finish watching the film, you need to give Xiao Lin some feedback."

Han Sanping nodded: "Of course."

After chatting for a few minutes, Prosecutor Zhao checked the time and said to Director Wang, "It's about time, we should go in."

Director Wang nodded, turned around and beckoned people to walk towards the screening room.

Just as Lin Mo was about to follow him out, Old Zhao poked half his head in again: "Director Lin, A-Jie has arrived. I arranged for him to sit in the first row. Would you like to go and see him?"

Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat: "Let's go."

Ah Jie sat in the very edge of the first row, wearing a clean white shirt. His hair was cut, and he looked much more energetic than in the video.

But he didn't sit very comfortably, with his legs together, hands on his knees, and his back ramrod straight, like a country boy visiting the city for the first time.

As Lin Mo walked over, A-Jie looked up, paused for a moment, and then quickly stood up.

"Director Lin." His voice was a little tense.

Lin Mo reached out his hand, and A-Jie quickly grasped it.

That hand was rough, with large knuckles and calluses on the palm, but it gripped very tightly.

"Ah Jie, thank you for coming today," Lin Mo said.

Ah Jie shook his head: "Director Lin, I should be thanking you." His voice was a little hoarse. "After I posted that video, many people sent me private messages. Some said they supported me, and some said they wanted to help me. There were also a few people like me who had been tricked into going to northern Myanmar. They said that after watching my video, they finally dared to tell their families about what happened during those months."

He paused, his eyes slightly red.

"I used to think I was unlucky, that I deserved it, that I was shameful. But I don't think that way anymore."

Lin Mo looked at him and said seriously, "You're not unlucky, and you don't deserve it. You were scammed. The ones who are wrong are the scammers, not you."

Ah Jie pursed his lips and nodded.

Lin Mo patted him on the shoulder: "If you feel uncomfortable during the movie, you can leave anytime. Don't force yourself."

Ah Jie took a deep breath and forced a smile: "It's okay, Director Lin. I want to finish watching it."

Lin Mo looked at him, said nothing more, and turned to go backstage.

At 7:50, the lights in the screening room went out.

The screening room, which can accommodate 300 people, was packed. The first few rows were occupied by leaders and senior figures in the film industry, the middle rows by the main creators of the film crew, and the back rows by the media and special guests.

The lights went out, and the big screen lit up.

The four characters "All or Nothing" are displayed on a black background with red text.

The opening theme song begins—deep and oppressive, like a heartbeat, or an alarm.

The hall was completely silent.