After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

Chen Hao braced himself on the coffee table, panting heavily.

Jiang Yichen picked up the document and quickly flipped through it.

The document bears the seal of the review department, and the conclusion section reads in large characters: "Approval temporarily suspended, further review required."

Chen Hao was so anxious that he kept scratching his hair.

"Brother Chen, these people are completely unreasonable!"

"Our film was shot entirely according to regulations; there are no explicit scenes or reactionary remarks."

"Why is the passage being postponed?!"

"I asked the people in the censorship department, and they hesitated and said the subject matter was too sensitive, involving prohibited drugs and the medical system, and that they needed to consider it carefully..."

Xu Zhiyou stopped what she was doing, her brows furrowed.

"Medical themes are indeed prone to crossing the line."

"But if the approval is postponed without even providing specific suggestions for revision, it's tantamount to putting it on hold indefinitely."

Jiang Yichen tossed the document back onto the coffee table, his expression calm.

He knows the ins and outs of the entertainment industry all too well.

If it's a matter of subject matter, the review department will issue a rectification notice directly, listing which minutes and seconds need to be cut.

This ambiguous "postponement" clearly indicates that someone is sabotaging us behind the scenes.

Jiang Yichen took out his phone, dialed Gu Ruanxing's number, and put it on speakerphone.

"Mr. Gu, are you busy?"

The sound of Gu Ruanxing flipping through documents could be heard from the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Jiang Yichen got straight to the point.

"The film 'Dying to Survive' has been stalled during its review process."

"Find out for me which deity is blocking my way."

The static on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly, and Gu Ruanxing's tone immediately became serious.

"Stuck?"

"Okay, wait for me for ten minutes."

The phone hangs up.

A somber silence settled over the private room, broken only by the faint sounds of gongs and drums from the stage outside the window, which only amplified the heavy atmosphere.

Chen Hao paced back and forth anxiously, muttering to himself.

Jiang Yichen picked up his teacup and slowly sipped his tea.

.........

Ten minutes later, the phone vibrated precisely on time.

Gu Ruanxing called.

"I've found out." Her tone was undisguisedly cold. "It was the Bai family who did it."

"Brilliant Entertainment has quite a few connections there."

"Bai Yanqiu personally spoke to them, saying that the film's theme was problematic and would incite negative social sentiment, and asked them to suppress it for the time being."

"He's trying to use subtle tactics to slowly kill your film."

Chen Hao heard everything clearly from the side and was so angry that he cursed out loud.

"Who's this guy surnamed Bai? He's a real bastard! Playing dirty tricks, huh!"

"Brother Chen, what do we do?"

"We can't just sit here and wait!"

Jiang Yichen slowly put down his teacup, the bottom of which collided with the table, making a crisp sound.

"Whether he can suppress it or not depends on whether he can actually do it."

He looked up at Chen Hao, his gaze calm yet sharp.

Did you bring your laptop?

Chen Hao nodded quickly. "I brought it, it's in the car."

"Go and bring it up," Jiang Yichen ordered. "And while you're at it, copy over the entire resource library."

Without saying a word, Chen Hao turned around and ran outside.

Xu Zhiyou leaned closer, her big eyes full of confusion. She gently tugged at Jiang Yichen's sleeve: "What are you planning to do?"

Jiang Yichen pinched her soft cheek, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"Since official channels are not working, let the audience urge them to pass the review."

.......

Less than ten minutes later, Chen Hao rushed back to the private room with his laptop in his arms.

Jiang Yichen turned on his computer, brought up the editing software, and the dim blue light of the interface reflected on his face.

"Haozi, sit down." Jiang Yichen pointed to the screen. "Let's first cut out a three-minute trailer from the most heart-wrenching and emotionally devastating scenes in the film."

"There's no need to explain the full plot."

"It's all about emotions!"

Chen Hao's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood Jiang Yichen's intention.

This is going to bypass traditional publicity and use public opinion to force a review process!

Chen Hao took a deep breath and placed his hands on the keyboard.

The mouse clicks rapidly.

He was the director himself, and every frame was etched into his mind. When those familiar scenes reappeared, he felt as if he were back on set. Watching the footage on the monitor, watching Huang Mao die in a pool of blood, his eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.

.........

An hour later.

A three-minute video clip has been edited.

Jiang Yichen pressed play.

The screen lights up. The opening scene shows Cheng Yong, played by Xu Zhengzheng, sitting dejectedly in a dilapidated Indian herbal oil shop, his face full of despair.

The scene then shifts.

Wang Chuan, who plays Lü Shouyi, makes his first appearance.

He wore three masks, and a fawning smile squeezed out of his gaunt face.

He handed Cheng Yong an orange.

"Have an orange."

The background music is somber and oppressive.

The screen flickered rapidly.

The blond-haired man snatched the medicine and ran wildly through the narrow alley.

Si Hui was performing a pole dance at a nightclub when the men in the audience cheered wildly.

Pastor Liu held a cross and preached in broken English.

A group of ordinary people driven to the brink of despair by life struggle desperately to survive.

Suddenly, the drumbeats quickened.

The scene then cuts to the police station.

An elderly woman with a full head of white hair gripped the sleeve of policeman Cao Bin tightly with her withered hands.

The old lady's eyes were cloudy and bloodshot.

"I have been sick for three years."

"I've been taking the genuine medicine, which costs 40,000 yuan a bottle, for three years."

"I've eaten up the house, and I've ruined my family."

"Now that we finally have affordable medicine, you insist on calling it fake."

"Do you think we wouldn't know if the medicine is fake or not?"

The old woman's tears streamed down her wrinkles.

"That medicine only costs five hundred yuan."

"The drug dealers didn't make any money at all."

"Every family has a sick person sometimes."

"Can you guarantee you'll never get sick in your entire life?"

"If you arrest him, we'll all be waiting to die."

"I don't want to die."

"I want to live."

"Is this okay?"

This dialogue contains no shouting or screaming.

Only an utterly calm despair.

But it instantly broke through people's psychological defenses.

Immediately afterwards, the scene exploded.

A heavy truck collided with a light van.

Boxes filled with Indian Gleevec were flying everywhere.

The blond-haired man, his head covered in blood, collapsed onto the steering wheel, clutching his train ticket home tightly in his hand.

Outside the emergency room.

Cheng Yong gripped Cao Bin's collar tightly, his eyes bloodshot.

He roared like a wild beast at the camera.

"He's only twenty years old!"

"He wants to live!"

"What crime has he committed!"

At last.

The scene fades to darkness.

Five large white characters appeared in the center of the screen.

"Dying to Survive".

Below is a line of smaller print: Stay tuned.

The video has finished playing.

The private room was extremely quiet.

Xu Zhiyou covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

Chen Hao, the editor, also had tears in his eyes.

Jiang Yichen nodded in satisfaction.

"That's it."

He took out his phone and logged into his Douhai short video account.

Since the Spring Festival Gala, his Douhai fan base has soared to 15 million.

This is definitely a top-tier setup.

Jiang Yichen uploaded the video.

There was no extra text accompanying it.

Click to send.

After doing all this, Jiang Yichen threw his phone on the table.

"Alright, let the bullets fly for a while."

At this moment.

The internet is calm.

Countless netizens are idly scrolling through short videos.

Suddenly, fifteen million followers simultaneously received a notification on their phones that they had followed them.

The blogger you follow, "Jiang Yichen," has released a new video.