RBCT Chapter 141 The Angry Poet Chen and the End of Filming
Chapter 141 The Angry Poet Chen and the End of Filming
Meanwhile, in a high-end villa area in Beijing.
Chen's study was in a mess.
Several books were scattered on the ground, a blue and white porcelain pen holder was broken into pieces, and the valuable calligraphy and painting on the wall was crooked at one corner.
Chen Hong pushed the door open and came in. When she saw the scene, she paused for a moment, then walked over as if nothing had happened and picked up the broken pieces of the pen holder.
"Is it really necessary?"
She looked up at the man standing by the window.
Poet Chen stood with his back to her, gazing at the night outside the window, motionless.
"It's just a few reports; nobody will remember them in a couple of days."
"In a couple of days?"
Poet Chen turned around, his face expressionless, but his eyes were a little red.
"Look at what people are saying online."
He walked to the computer and opened a page.
The screen displayed a post from Tianya Forum with the title: "[Rational Discussion: What Exactly is the Difference Between 'The Promise' and 'Painted Skin'?]"
"gap?"
Poet Chen's voice was very low, as if he were talking to himself.
"What do they know? 'The Promise' is a work of art, the result of five years of polishing! What is 'Painted Skin'? A melodramatic love triangle, a vulgar commercial film!"
Chen Hong walked over, glanced at the screen, and didn't say anything.
"Three hundred million in box office? So what?"
Poet Chen continued, his voice gradually rising.
"Can art be measured by box office numbers? My film 'Farewell My Concubine' didn't do well at the box office back then, but look at it now! A classic! A timeless masterpiece!"
"So what do you want to do now?"
Chen Hong asked the question calmly.
Poet Chen fell silent.
He stared at the screen, his fingers clenching and unclenching.
After a long silence, he spoke.
"That video...it's still up and running?"
"It can't be taken down."
Chen Hong shook her head.
"Nebula said that it's spreading too widely and can't be contained. And even if they take it down, it'll already be circulating like crazy elsewhere."
Poet Chen remained silent.
"President Han called and said it was your idea, but he didn't give a definite answer."
Chen Hong paused, then added.
"Actually... I think Fu Yibai is right, it's best to handle this quietly. The more we respond, the more trouble we'll cause."
"Fu Yibai?"
Poet Chen suddenly turned his head.
"What did he say?"
"This is what President Han relayed. He said the best thing to do now is not to respond. Netizens are just having fun, and once they're done, it'll be over. The more seriously they take it, the more excited they'll get."
Poet Chen stared at her for a few seconds, then smiled.
The laughter wasn't loud, but it made Chen Hong frown.
"He's quite the talker."
Poet Chen walked to the window and turned his back to her again.
"His box office broke 300 million, and the internet is full of praise for him. My investment of 340 million is a complete loss. Of course, he hopes I will keep a low profile and not steal his thunder."
"Old Chen..."
"Alright."
Poet Chen raised his hand to interrupt her.
"Leave me alone for a while."
Chen Hong glanced at him, her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing, turned around and left, closing the door behind her.
The study fell silent again.
Poet Chen stood by the window, gazing at the night outside, motionless.
After a long silence, he spoke, his voice very soft.
"Three hundred million... for that stuff?"
No one answered.
The streetlights outside the window were on, and the shadows of the trees swayed in the wind.
Meanwhile, in the Nebula Video backend.
The CTO stared at the data flashing on the screen, unable to suppress the smile on his face.
Daily active users: 87.
It has doubled compared to a week ago.
The project manager next to him leaned over and lowered his voice.
"Boss, this surge in viewership is incredible! 'A Bloodbath Caused by a Steamed Bun' already has over eight million views and it's still going up."
"Um."
The CTO nodded and tapped a few keys on the keyboard.
"How are the data results for the bullet comment feature?"
"explode."
The project manager handed over the tablet.
"The average number of bullet comments per video increased by 300%, and the user's dwell time doubled."
Many users come specifically to send bullet comments.
The CTO took the tablet and quickly browsed the data.
The comments section was full of similar messages.
"The bullet comment feature on Nebula Video is so interesting; watching videos is no longer a lonely experience."
"This is the first time I've ever found sending bullet comments so addictive."
"Guys, let's go see it again!"
"Has anyone watched it three times?"
The CTO put down his tablet and leaned back in his chair.
"Mr. Fu's idea for this comment is brilliant."
The project manager nodded.
"By the way, how did you come up with this, Mr. Fu? We've never seen this feature anywhere else."
The CTO shrugged.
"have no idea.
Anyway, if he tells us to do it, we'll do it.
Looking at the results now, it was worth it.
December 30, Beijing, on the set of "My Love from the Star".
Fu Yibai sat behind the monitor, watching Tang Yan and Hu Ge perform their final scene together.
This is the ending of the entire drama—the female lead, Cheon Song-yi, stands under the starry sky, and the male lead, Do Min-joon, gently hugs her from behind.
The camera slowly zooms in, outlining the soft contours of the two people's profiles against the backlight.
"Card!"
Fu Yibai stood up.
"Passed."
Filming wrapped!
The entire venue was silent for two seconds, then erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers.
Staff rushed up to present flowers to Tang Yan and Hu Ge.
The two stood in front of the camera, both with relieved smiles on their faces.
At 7 p.m., the wrap party was held at a hotel in Chaoyang District.
Two tables were reserved, and although there weren't many people, including the main cast and crew and key staff, the atmosphere was lively.
Fu Yibai sat in the main seat, with Tang Yan on his left and Li Dabai on his right.
After several rounds of drinks, everyone began toasting each other.
Tang Yan drank a few cups, her cheeks slightly flushed, and leaned against Fu Yibai.
Li Dabai, who was standing next to him, also drank a few cups of wine, and his fair and jade-like cheeks were now flushed.
Her body leaned towards Fu Yibai, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
The wrap party lasted until 10 p.m.
Fu Yibai helped the slightly tipsy Tang Yan back to her hotel room. As soon as the door closed, Tang Yan hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him.
The kiss, tinged with the smell of alcohol, was passionate and lingering.
Fu Yibai put his arm around her waist in response.
Just then, there was a loud thud on the door, as if someone was knocking.