Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

Airport exit.

At midday, rolling dark clouds pressed down, giving people a sense of oppression and heaviness.

Pedestrians who had just exited the station curiously looked at the street in the distance, where a dozen or so reporters carrying long lenses and microphones were surrounding someone.

In the dim light, Ye Chong raised his head and looked down at the camera. His sharp gaze made his domineering temperament even more unrestrained.

All the reporters stared at him with their mouths agape.

next moment--

"Wow!"

"Ye Chong, is what you're saying true?"

"real!"

"You look down on Lu Chuan?"

"You just asked about respect, not whether you look down on him or respect him. Of course, I do look down on him!"

"Whoosh—"

"That's amazing!"

"Ahem—" A reporter from Sina.com held out a microphone at this moment.

"Director Ye, aren't you being a bit too arrogant? The entertainment industry is a strictly hierarchical circle. By making enemies everywhere you go, are you just throwing caution to the wind?"

"Giving up entirely?" Ye Chong looked around, his tone resolute. "Of course not! Quite the opposite, this is proof that I'm striving forward!"

"Strive forward?"

"Into the feces?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"We need to add another label to him: Ye Chong loves to brag!"

The reporters were making a ruckus. Ye Chong waited for a while, and when no one spoke, he finally became serious.

"You are all reporters from major entertainment newspapers, so you naturally know that I independently completed two films when I was 19 years old."

"So what?"

"How about it?" Ye Chong's eyes widened, and he suddenly pointed at the person who spoke: "What were you doing at 19?"

"Huh?" The man was taken aback.

"Go to college?"

"And you!" Ye Chong pointed to another reporter.

"I have perfect attendance records at Shanda Chinese Website!"

"you!"

"I'll grow corn back in my hometown!"

"Hahaha……"

The reporters burst into laughter, as if their previous conflict with Ye Chong had never happened.

"That's right!"

Ye Chong's voice boomed, his face serious. For the first time, he revealed his vision to the media: "A person should set goals early! The reason I rushed into making movies at 19 was to avoid wasting my youth! Whatever people say about me online won't affect me. I'll strive for my goals; what does it have to do with them? As for Lu Chuan you mentioned..."

Ye Chong's hawk-like eyes flashed as he looked at the Sina reporter from before:

"I don't respect Lu Chuan. I made it clear last time that I don't believe the general public can't tell that Jiang Wen directed 'The Missing Gun'! One is one, and two is two. How can he fool the audience like this? How are we hardworking directors supposed to feel? Should I respect him?"

Ye Chong's tone was firm, and what he said was even more resounding.

For a moment, all the reporters were at a loss for words and stood there dumbfounded.

But Ye Chong wasn't finished yet...

His chest heaved violently twice, and he slowly recovered from his excitement.

Do you know the meaning of the character '沖'?

The reporters exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what profound truth he was about to preach.

Ye Chong ignored everyone's expressions and continued speaking to himself.

"Charge! Charge! Sprint! Break through! It represents unwavering progress. Its purpose is to constantly remind me: Don't stop! Don't stop!"

"Someone once told me, 'Young man, don't be so arrogant,' but the moment I thought of my name, I snapped back at him. Do you know what I said back then?"

"What did you say?"

"Shut him up?"

"Should we teach him a lesson?"

A group of reporters had already put down their microphones, and even the photographers at the back of the crowd couldn't help but push forward.

Chen Zhixi, standing behind Ye Chong, breathed a sigh of relief.

He had planned to grab Ye Chong and run away if a conflict broke out, but he never expected...

What was originally a meeting to clarify the scandal was turned into a large-scale speech by Ye Chong in just a few words.

Doesn't this seem a bit fake?

"I said..." Under the camera, Ye Chong held his head high, radiating sharpness, just like a victorious rooster.

I don't know anything about public relations, but I'm good with words!

"I mean, are young people even young if they're not arrogant?"

"Whoa—"

"Young people are talented, shouldn't the older generation step down and give way to the more capable?"

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"Young people who travel all over the country without drive, how the hell can they succeed?"

"No problem!"

"So..." Ye Chong glanced around at the reporters, who were clearly emotionally invested, and held up one finger:

"The 'incompetent, immoral, and disrespectful to elders' label is nothing but an excuse concocted by a bunch of old fogies who are complacent about their past achievements and envious of the talents of younger generations!"

"That's right!"

All the reporters nodded in unison, and Ye Chong pointed his raised finger directly at the camera:

"Then bring it on! Scandals, smears, rumors, whatever! I am Ye Chong, and the meaning of my name makes me inherently unable to bow my head! I, Ye Chong, will never stop!"

"Clap clap clap..."

A round of applause broke out, and the photographers in the back row, with their hands full, could only shout "Bravo!"

Chen Zhixi's eyes flickered as he scanned the faces of the reporters, carefully observing their expressions.

"Thank you, that concludes today's interview. Sister hope..."

"Hey!" Chen Zhixi took two steps to his side.

Ye Chong smiled and pointed to the reporters: "Friends, you've been waiting here so early today, you must be very tired. We have about 20,000 to 30,000 yuan left, so why don't we give it to you as a reward for your hard work?"

"Can!"

Chen Zhixi agreed with a smile, then turned and exchanged a glance with Producer Lan, who immediately understood and called the reporters to collect their money.

"Producer Chen, you're too kind!"

"Director Ye, thank you."

"Lan, Producer Lan, thank you for your hard work."

It's foolish not to take the money when it's available. As a journalist, you have to set aside your bottom line and embrace the unspoken rules.

……

Half an hour later, Little Pink Mary returned to the studio.

Ye Chong sat in the back seat, while Lan Sheng sat in the passenger seat.

Chen Zhixi glanced at Ye Chong in the rearview mirror and broke the silence first: "The reporters just now were all cooperating with you. After all, they can make a fuss about every word you say afterward."

Ye Chong turned off his newly bought Motorola and gazed wistfully at the scenery outside the car.

"I know."

"Then why...why do you portray yourself as the opposite of the older generation of directors?"

Ye Chong remained expressionless, reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and matches, lit one, and then held it to Chen Zhixi's lips.

Chen Zhixi tilted her head, biting the cigarette holder, her eyebrows furrowed tightly: "Speak?"

Do you think we have any way out?

"Um?"

Ye Chong also offered Lao Lan a cigarette, then sat back in the back seat and took a deep drag.

"If I want to rise to prominence, making films slowly is too slow. How many commercial and art films can I make in a year? By riding the wave of popularity and creating conflict, I can quickly elevate my status to that of an old-timer, and then let my achievements speak for themselves."

Producer Lan, a cigarette dangling from his fingertips, held it out the window and shook it: "Get on the bus first, buy the ticket later!"

"That's right."

Ye Chong's eyes were full of admiration. This veteran producer was not only highly skilled but also had a keen understanding of life: "The consequence of such an extreme approach is that there's no turning back. Just as I said in the interview, we have to keep fighting!"

"Keep fighting..." Chen Zhixi murmured to himself.

A moment later, she smiled gently, her brows and eyes gradually relaxing.

"Chongdi, what you're saying is making me excited! I really want to see what kind of expressions those people will have when we grow into behemoths!"

As Chen Zhixi finished speaking, the vehicle slowly pulled up in front of the Feiye Studio building.

Ye Chong closed the car door, looked up at the little black cat on the third floor, and smiled confidently.

"That day will come!"