RBCT Chapter 131 Director Feng's Hindsight and Director Gu's Live Broadcast
Chapter 131 Director Feng's Hindsight and Director Gu's Live Broadcast
Chapter 131 Director Feng's Hindsight and Director Gu's Live Broadcast
Saturday, April 17th.
The sky in Beijing was a clear, bright blue, as if it had been washed clean, and the sunshine was almost unreal.
In stark contrast to this bright weather is the ongoing storm of public opinion on the Chinese internet.
Overnight, the discussion about the "premiere controversy" not only did not cool down, but intensified.
At 9:30 a.m., Jiang Yu took a shower after his morning run as usual, and then sat in his office eating breakfast while wearing a hoodie.
He was eating while scrolling through his phone; six out of the top ten posts on the internet were related to him.
Clicking on the last post reveals a long article by a film scholar, analyzing the matter from multiple perspectives, including film history, cultural criticism, and industry ethics.
The article concludes: "Jiang Yu's voice resonated so strongly because he touched upon a long-standing pain point for Chinese audiences; we have tolerated for far too long those works that obscure history, exploit suffering, and present ambiguous stances. This is not a simple industry dispute, but a collective declaration of cultural values."
The article has received over 10,000 likes and over 10,000 comments.
The top-rated comment reads: "Well said! Jiang Yu represents not just one person, but all conscientious Chinese people!"
Jiang Yu smiled, closed the article, and opened another topic.
Some media outlets have compiled a timeline of Lu Chuan's "dark history," from the controversy over the credit for "Looking for a Gun" to the plagiarism accusations against "Kekexili," with rich illustrations and conclusive evidence.
Ironically, some people have dug up Lu Chuan's remarks from an interview with Japanese media last year, in which he talked at length about "the commonalities between Chinese and Japanese cultures" and said that "some history should be understood from multiple perspectives."
The comments under this Weibo post went beyond mere intensity: "Support Light Chaser Cinemas! I won't watch a single movie by this director!"
The overwhelmingly one-sided public opinion was alarming. Jiang Yu put down his phone and slowly finished the last sip of soy milk.
He knew that this situation was due to both the logic of what he said and his own influence; the words of a young billionaire with a net worth of billions, spanning technology and entertainment, naturally carried weight.
This also means that he must be more cautious.
The Film Bureau meeting this afternoon will not be easy.
At the same time, the atmosphere was somewhat subtle in the top-floor office of Huayi Brothers' headquarters building.
Feng Xiaogang burst into Wang Zhonglei's office early in the morning, without even knocking: "Zhonglei! Tell me in detail about yesterday's incident! What exactly happened on the scene?"
Wang Zhonglei was looking at documents when he looked up, smiled wryly, and pointed to the sofa: "Sit down. Weren't you building sets in Tangshan? Why did you come back?"
"I flew back overnight after hearing about it." Feng Xiaogang plopped down, lit a cigarette, and said, "Such a big commotion, and I was missing out! I'd be missing out big time!"
Wang Zhonglei lit a cigarette and recounted the events of yesterday in detail.
From how Jiang Yu and Jiang Wen launched their attack, to the deathly silence at the scene, to the subsequent explosion of online activity, the entire story was recounted in detail and vividly.
Feng Xiaogang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he only reacted after his cigarette burned his fingers: "Holy crap! Jiang Yu is really that ruthless? He just called him a pile of shit?"
"Absolutely true." Wang Zhonglei nodded. "You didn't see Lu Chuan's face, it was as red as a pig's liver. And Jiang Wen, his mouth is so venomous, he could bring a dead person back to life with his words."
"What a pity! What a pity!" Feng Xiaogang slapped his thigh. "If I were here, I'd have to say something too! Damn it, they dared to make this kind of film? They dared to release it?"
Wang Zhonglei flicked his cigarette ash: "It's too late to talk about this now. I heard that the Film Bureau is holding an emergency meeting this afternoon to re-discuss the release of this film. Jiang Yu has been invited to attend."
"He's participating?" Feng Xiaogang raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that tantamount to a death sentence?"
"More or less," Wang Zhonglei said. "And I heard that this matter has blown up, and the higher-ups are taking it very seriously. Those old guys in the review department are probably in trouble this time. Some leaders have been wanting to get rid of them, but they haven't found a suitable opportunity. Jiang Yu's actions are like handing them a knife."
Feng Xiaogang was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Interesting. Jiang Yu is an interesting person. Zhong Lei, what do you think, should we invite him to dinner?"
Wang Zhonglei glanced at him: "Didn't you have a problem with him before? You said he was too arrogant and too flamboyant."
"That was before," Feng Xiaogang waved his hand. "Now, this kid has guts! And have you noticed how measured he is? Yesterday he criticized the movie, not Lu Chuan himself. That's what you call addressing the issue, not the person. That kind of personality is to my liking!"
Wang Zhonglei thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll ask him to make an appointment, but it's not certain that I can get one. I guess I'll have to wait until this matter is over, he's probably busy right now."
"No rush." Feng Xiaogang stood up. "By the way, should we ask Jiang Yu to invest in my new film? He's a cash cow right now."
"Let's talk about it later," Wang Zhonglei said, standing up as well. "Let's see how this afternoon's meeting goes."
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the chairman's office of China Film Group was somewhat oppressive.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Lu Chuan rushed into Han Sanping's office.
His eyes were bloodshot, clearly he hadn't slept all night, his hair was messy, and his suit was wrinkled.
"Chairman Han! This matter can't be left like this!" Lu Chuan shouted as soon as he entered the door. "What does Jiang Yu know about movies? He's just a businessman!"
And Jiang Wen, he's just jealous! Jealous of my talent!
Han Sanping sat behind his desk, leisurely brewing tea without even lifting his eyelids: "Sit down and let's talk."
Lu Chuan sat down opposite him, still indignant: "Chairman Han, you know I've been preparing for this film for four years! Four years! How much research did I do, how many survivors did I interview! How can they dismiss it with just a few words?"
Han Sanping finally raised his head, glanced at him, and a hint of barely perceptible annoyance flashed in his eyes: "Then why didn't you talk back when you were there yesterday?"
Lu Chuan choked, opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
"What? You're too scared?" Han Sanping sneered. "When Jiang Yu was speaking, you stood on the stage like a wooden statue. When Jiang Wen was cursing you, you didn't dare utter a sound. Now you come here to complain, what's the use?"
"I—" Lu Chuan's face flushed red, "I was—I was stunned! I never expected them to do this!"
Han Sanping ignored him and continued making tea.
The tea was poured into the purple clay teapot, producing a crisp sound.
After a long pause, Lu Chuan asked in a low voice, "Then—Chairman Han—what do we do now? Will we still promote the movie?"
"Pause." Han Sanping put down the teapot. "Wait for notification. The Film Bureau is having a meeting this afternoon to re-examine the film. If it doesn't pass—"
He didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was clear.
Lu Chuan's face turned even paler: "Chairman Han, you have to help me! My father said—"
"Your father?" Han Sanping interrupted him. "Your father called me last night. Let me tell you, Jiang Yu is no simple man."
Lu Chuan was stunned.
"Do you know who Jiang Yu is?" Han Sanping looked at him and said, word by word, "He's not an ordinary investor. He's the chairman of Chasing Light Holdings, worth billions. He has his own connections and resources in Hollywood, North America. More importantly, he's affiliated with even higher levels."
Lu Chuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
"Go back," Han Sanping waved his hand. "Wait for news. In the meantime, keep a low profile and don't cause any more trouble."
Lu Chuan stood up dejectedly, and as he walked to the door, he suddenly turned back: "Chairman Han, that movie—if it really can't be released, the losses—"
"Losses?" Han Sanping laughed, his smile full of sarcasm. "Lu Chuan, what you should be worried about right now isn't losses, it's your own future. Understand?"
Lu Chuan shuddered and staggered out of the office.
Watching his disappearing figure, Han Sanping sighed, picked up the phone, and dialed a number: "Hello, Director Zhang, it's me, Sanping—"
Yes, I'll attend the afternoon meeting—what about General Manager Jiang? I've already informed him—okay, okay, see you this afternoon.
After hanging up the phone, he walked to the window and looked down at the bustling Chang'an Avenue.
The sun was shining brightly, but his heart felt heavy.
This incident has blown up.
He might also have to bear some responsibility; he did contribute to getting "Nanjin! Nanjin!" approved.
"Jiang Yu, Jiang Yu—" he muttered to himself, "You really know how to cause trouble."
An hour later, in a professor's office at the Beijing Film Academy, Lu Chuan found his mentor, a highly respected senior professor in the film industry.
"Teacher, you have to help me!" Lu Chuan said, almost crying.
The old professor, wearing reading glasses, was reading a book.
He looked up at Lu Chuan, sighed, and said, "Xiao Chuan, sit down."
Lu Chuan sat down and recounted what had happened yesterday, becoming increasingly agitated as he spoke: "Teacher, they're stifling art! They're suppressing creative freedom!"
"He doesn't understand art, but he understands people's hearts." The old professor shook his head. "Xiao Chuan, you're too young and too arrogant. Jiang Yu simply said what the audience wanted to say but didn't dare to say."
Lu Chuan's face turned deathly pale.
"Go back," the old professor waved his hand. "Wait for further instructions. In the meantime, reflect on your actions."
As Lu Chuan emerged from the Beijing Film Academy, he stood at the school gate, watching the students come and go.
The phone rang; it was the producer calling: "Director Lu, I just received a notification that all promotional activities are suspended. The theaters are also watching and saying they'll wait for the outcome of the Film Bureau's meeting—"
Lu Chuan hung up the phone and looked up at the sky.
The April sun was warm, but he only felt cold.
By 10 a.m., the news had spread throughout the industry, and everyone understood what that meant.
Immediately, various discussions arose: "It's over, this movie will probably have to be remade."
"Reshoot? I think it's possible they might just cancel it outright."
"Jiang Yu's move was too ruthless; he directly cut off their source of income."
"What's so harsh about it? This kind of film should be banned!"
"Now you know Jiang Yu, right? He has a terrible temper; you can't mess with him."
At 1:30 p.m. sharp, Jiang Yu departed from Chasing Light Holdings and headed to the Film Bureau.
Jiang Xuerou accompanied them, and Wang Wei also came along. She had spent the morning organizing the materials and put them into a thick folder.
In the car, Jiang Xuerou reported on the morning's work: "President Jiang, from yesterday until now, the heads of thirteen cinema chains have contacted me, asking if our Chasing Light Cinemas is really not going to screen the film. I gave them all a positive answer."
"What was their reaction?" Jiang Yu asked.
"Most expressed understanding and said they would consider it carefully," Jiang Xuerou said. "However, there were two companies whose attitudes were more ambiguous, probably waiting and seeing."
"That's normal." Jiang Yu nodded. "Business decisions prioritize profit. But I believe their attitude will become clear after today's meeting."
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Jiang Xuerou paused for a moment, then said, "In addition, director Shen Ao's 'Bouquet' is more than halfway through filming and progressing normally. Director Lu Yang's 'Lone Agent' has finished filming in Hong Kong and has moved to Thailand. Director Lu said that there aren't many scenes in Thailand, and filming should wrap up by the end of the month."
"Okay," Jiang Yu said. "Tell them to proceed according to plan. There's no need to rush. Quality is the top priority."
"And also," Jiang Xuerou said, taking out an exquisite invitation, "it's from director Luc Besson, an invitation to the opening ceremony of 'Lucy.' It's scheduled for the 26th in Hong Kong. He hopes you can attend."
Jiang Yu took the invitation and looked at it: "Does Yifei know about this?"
"I know. Miss Liu said she would be very happy if you could go," Jiang Xuerou said with a smile.
Jiang Yu smiled and said, "Okay, let's arrange the itinerary. The 26th—that's fine, I don't have anything important scheduled for that day."
The car arrived at the Film Bureau at 1:50 PM.
There were already quite a few cars parked at the entrance. Jiang Yu glanced at them and saw several familiar license plates: Han Sanping's, several production company bosses', and several big cinema chain executives'.
"Quite a show of force," Jiang Xuerou said softly.
"As expected." Jiang Yu straightened his suit. "Let's go."
The meeting room is on the second floor; it's a medium-sized meeting room that can accommodate thirty people.
When Jiang Yu went in, there were already quite a few people sitting inside.
As soon as he entered, everyone's eyes turned to him.
Han Sanping stood up: "President Jiang, this way please."
He arranged a seat for Jiang Yu very close to the front, on the left side of the long table, opposite several leaders from the Film Bureau.
Jiang Yu sat down calmly, with Jiang Xuerou and Wang Wei sitting behind him.
The meeting began at 2:00 PM sharp.
The meeting was chaired by Deputy Director Zhang of the Film Bureau, a man in his fifties with a serious expression.
He began by saying, "We've invited everyone here today to discuss issues related to the film 'Namkin! Namkin!' This film has recently sparked considerable controversy and generated a significant social response. The purpose of this meeting is to gather opinions from all sides and make appropriate decisions."
He looked at Jiang Yu: "Mr. Jiang, as a representative of the production company and someone who attended yesterday's premiere, could you please share your thoughts?"
All eyes turned to Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu remained calm. He opened the folder Wang Wei had prepared, but without looking at it, he spoke directly: "Director Zhang, distinguished leaders, and colleagues, let me first clarify that my remarks at yesterday's premiere represent only my personal views."
This was said skillfully, expressing the attitude while leaving room for maneuver.
He then changed the subject, saying, "My personal view is based on the following facts..."
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The meeting lasted for more than two hours.
Finally, Deputy Director Zhang summarized: "At today's meeting, everyone raised many valuable opinions. The bureau will carefully study them and make a decision as soon as possible. Here, I would also like to emphasize one point: film creation should have freedom, but it must also have bottom lines. Some historical events and some emotions are red lines that cannot be crossed."
After the meeting, just as Jiang Yu was about to leave, Deputy Director Zhang called out to him, "General Manager Jiang, please wait."
The two walked into the corridor outside the conference room.
Deputy Director Zhang looked at him and suddenly smiled: "General Manager Jiang, you're young and promising."
"Director Zhang, you flatter me," Jiang Yu said politely.
"It's not an overstatement," Deputy Director Zhang shook his head. "What you said yesterday, though direct, made sense. There are some things our bureau has wanted to get involved in for a long time, but we haven't found a suitable opportunity. Your outburst has given us a reason to do so."
Jiang Yu didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.
"Those old comrades in the review department really should retire," Deputy Director Zhang said in a low voice. "They occupy their positions without doing any work, and are always thinking about currying favors. This incident is an opportunity."
"Then I—" Jiang Yu asked tentatively.
"You don't need to do anything." Deputy Director Zhang patted him on the shoulder. "Make movies if you want to make movies, do business if you want to do business. Leave the rest to us."
Jiang Yu understood and nodded: "Thank you, Director Zhang."
"No need to thank me," Deputy Director Zhang laughed. "If you want to thank someone, thank yourself for having the courage to speak the truth. Chinese cinema needs people like you."
It was 4:30 pm when I left the Film Bureau.
In the car, Jiang Xuerou breathed a sigh of relief: "President Jiang, it seems this matter is going to be resolved."
"Hmm." Jiang Yu looked out the window. "But Lu Chuan probably won't let this go so easily."
"What else can he do?" Wang Wei said. "Public opinion is overwhelmingly against him, and the Film Bureau has also made its statement. If he were smart, he should keep a low profile for a while."
"I'm just worried he's not smart enough," Jiang Yu said. "Never mind, let's not talk about that. Let's go back to the company."
It was almost five o'clock when I got back to Chasing Light Holdings.
As soon as Jiang Yu entered the office, Liu Yifei called: "Finished the meeting?"
"Yeah, I just got back." Jiang Yu sat down in a chair, loosening his tie. "How did you know?"
"Sister Xue Rou sent me a text message." Liu Yifei's voice was filled with laughter. "She said you were really impressive at the meeting today, you stunned everyone."
Jiang Yu laughed: "She's exaggerating. She was just stating a few facts."
"That's a very true statement," Liu Yifei said. "Are you coming over for dinner tonight? Mom made chicken soup, saying you've been working too hard lately and need to replenish your energy."
"Come on," Jiang Yu said without hesitation. "I'll be there at 6:30."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yu looked at the sunset outside the window and suddenly felt very calm.
He turned on his computer and began processing the backlog of emails.
One of the emails was from David in North America, regarding the casting progress for "The Hunger Games." David said that the director had been confirmed as Gary Ross, a director known for his work on youth-themed films.
He replied, "I agree with your assessment. Proceed with your plan. Keep the budget under $7000 million. Also, pay attention to the future development of the novel's rights; this IP has great potential."
It was already 5:30 when I finished my work.
Jiang Yu turned off the computer and picked up the car keys.
When she left the office, Wang Wei was still organizing documents at her workstation.
"Boss, are we leaving?"
"Okay, let's go to Shunyi," Jiang Yu said. "You should also leave work early and not work overtime every day."
"Okay," Wang Wei smiled. "Give my regards to Miss Liu."
"it is good."
The car entered the evening rush hour traffic.
The sky over Beijing at dusk is beautiful; the clouds are tinged with pink and purple by the setting sun, and the glass curtain walls of skyscrapers reflect a warm light.
Jiang Yu turned on the car stereo and played a song that Liu Yifei recorded last year. It was very gentle and soothing.
He hummed along for a few moments, and his mood improved.
We arrived in Shunyi at exactly 6:30.
Liu Xiaoli opened the door, wearing an apron and holding a spatula: "Xiaoyu's here? Come in quickly, the soup will be ready soon."
"Auntie, thank you for your help again." Jiang Yu handed over the fruit in his hand, "I bought it on the way, it's fresh."
"You came all this way and even brought things." Liu Xiaoli took the fruit, beaming from ear to ear. "Yifei is changing clothes upstairs and will be down soon. Please have a seat and watch some TV."
Jiang Yu sat down on the sofa; entertainment news was playing on the television.
As expected, the first headline was a report on today's Film Bureau meeting: "This afternoon, the Film Bureau held an emergency meeting to discuss the release of 'Nanjin! Nanjin!'. It is understood that Jiang Yu, Chairman of Light Chaser Holdings, Han Sanping, Chairman of China Film Group, and heads of several cinema chains attended the meeting. The results of the meeting have not yet been announced, but industry insiders analyze that the film may face a re-examination or even a reshoot—"
The scene cuts to the entrance of the Film Bureau, where reporters surround the attendees.
Jiang Yu saw his own back as he got into the car and left, escorted by Jiang Xuerou and bodyguards.
"What are you looking at?" Liu Yifei's voice came from the stairs.
Jiang Yu turned his head, his eyes lighting up.
"It's up to you," Jiang Yu said with a smile.
"Smooth-talking," Liu Yifei said, sitting down beside him. "How was the meeting?"
"It's alright," Jiang Yu said simply. "I guess some scenes will need to be reshot. But Lu Chuan probably hates me to death."
"So what if I hate you?" Liu Yifei leaned on his shoulder naturally. "You didn't do anything wrong."
Just then, Liu Xiaoli came out of the kitchen carrying soup: "Dinner's ready! I've been simmering chicken soup for three hours today, and also your favorite braised fish."
The three sat around the dining table, the atmosphere as warm and cozy as a painting.
The chicken soup was simmered until it turned milky white, with golden oil and bright green scallions floating on top; the braised fish was bright red and had a wonderful aroma; there were also stir-fried vegetables and cucumber salad, simple and delicious.
"Xiaoyu, eat more fish." Liu Xiaoli put a large piece of fish belly meat on his plate. "You've been working too hard lately, you've lost weight."
"Thank you, Auntie," Jiang Yu said. "Please have some too."
Liu Yifei sipped her soup and suddenly said, "By the way, Jiang Yu, director Luc Besson invited you to Hong Kong for the opening ceremony of filming. Are you going?"
"I'll go." Jiang Yu nodded. "The 26th, next Monday. What about you? When are you going?"
"I have to go there on the 24th," Liu Yifei said. "I need to do a makeup test first, and then I need to communicate with the director about the role. This time, I have a lot of scenes, and I'm a little nervous."
"Don't be nervous." Jiang Yu placed a piece of chicken on her plate. "You've prepared for so long, there won't be any problems. Besides, Luc Besson admires you."
"Mmm." Liu Yifei nodded, her eyes sparkling. "I will try my best."
After dinner, Liu Yifei took the initiative to clear the dishes, and Liu Xiaoli didn't stop her. Instead, she pulled Jiang Yu aside to chat in the living room: "Xiaoyu, Yifei is going to Hong Kong to film a movie this time, and she'll be staying for a month. I'm a little worried about her—"
"Auntie, don't worry," Jiang Yu said. "I'll take care of everything. Bodyguards, assistants, and living arrangements will all be in place. Besides, I'm 26."
"I'll be there soon and stay in Hong Kong for a few days to see if there's anything I need to arrange."
"That's good." Liu Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief. "With you here, I feel at ease."
After cleaning up the kitchen, Liu Yifei joined the conversation.
The three of them watched TV and chatted about everyday things, and time flew by.
Around 9 o'clock, Liu Xiaoli went back to her room to rest, leaving the living room to the two young people.
Wednesday, April 18th.
The aroma of fried eggs wafted from the kitchen of the villa in Shunyi.
Liu Xiaoli, wearing an apron, was skillfully flipping the poached eggs in a frying pan, while millet porridge was bubbling away in a pot next to her.
Upstairs, the curtains in the master bedroom were still drawn, and the room was dimly lit.
Liu Yifei was lying on her side in bed, fast asleep.
She was a restless sleeper, with one leg draped over Jiang Yu and one arm around his waist, clinging to him like a koala.
Jiang Yu had been awake for a while, but hadn't moved.
He turned his head to look at the sleeping girl beside him, her lips slightly pouting, tinged with a natural pink; her breathing was even and long.
He reached out and gently brushed the stray hairs from her forehead.
This movement startled her; Liu Yifei's eyelashes trembled, and she groggily opened her eyes.
"What time is it?" she asked softly, her voice slightly nasal from just waking up.
"Eight o'clock," Jiang Yu said softly. "It's still early, sleep a little longer."
Liu Yifei became a little more awake and snuggled closer to him: "I'm not going to sleep anymore, I have training today. Are you going to the company this morning?"
"Yeah, I have a meeting at ten." Jiang Yu's hand naturally rested on her waist. "But no rush, I'll lie down with you for a while."
The two lay there without saying a word.
The birds outside the window chirped melodiously, and the faint sound of cars passing by in the distance could be heard.
It was an ordinary morning, but it became exceptionally beautiful because we were together.
After a while, Liu Yifei suddenly remembered something and looked up: "By the way, have you seen the news? Director Feng's new movie has been officially announced."
Jiang Yu laughed: "You're quite well-informed. Wang Wei texted me this morning about Huayi Brothers' 'The Great Earthquake,' adapted from the novel 'Aftershocks,' and specifically mentioned that the special effects were done by our Light and Shadow Digital."
"You've collaborated with Huayi?" Liu Yifei asked curiously.
"I suppose so." Jiang Yu's hand gently caressed her waist. "Last year, Huayi Brothers traded 1200 million shares and a 20% stake in 'The Great Earthquake' for two supporting actors in 'Inception.' Back then—"
He paused, then laughed: "We weren't officially dating back then."
Liu Yifei blushed slightly, then quickly became curious again: "So who wins and who loses?"
"It's hard to say." Jiang Yu thought for a moment. "Based on what I understand, Huayi Brothers probably only contributed around 5000 million yuan to this film. The rest was sponsored by Tangshan Resources. After all, the filming location is in Tangshan, and it's about an earthquake, so Tangshan will definitely support it. As for our 20% share—"
He pinched Liu Yifei's waist: "Just consider it an unexpected gain."
Liu Yifei nodded, indicating her understanding.
Having been in the industry for so many years, she naturally understands these principles.
The entertainment industry is never black and white; more often it's a gray area, a place of exchange of interests and interpersonal relationships.
As they were talking, Jiang Yu's hands started to wander.
He slowly moved his fingers up her back, gently tracing circles with his fingertips.
"It itches—" Liu Yifei shrank her neck and protested softly.
Jiang Yu, however, went even further, sliding his hand down to her ribs and gently scratching them.
"Ah!" Liu Yifei exclaimed, jumping up. "What are you doing?!"
"Let's see how big your reaction is." Jiang Yu smiled mischievously.
Liu Yifei glared at him, then suddenly reached out to retaliate, tickling him as well.
The two were playfully wrestling on the bed, their laughter carrying downstairs through the bedroom door.
Liu Xiaoli was setting out breakfast when she heard the noise upstairs. She smiled and shook her head: "This child—"
Having had her fill of commotion, Liu Yifei, panting, leaned against Jiang Yu's chest: "I can't take it anymore, I surrender!"
Jiang Yu hugged her and kissed her forehead: "Get up, Auntie should be preparing breakfast."
When the two washed up and came downstairs, Liu Xiaoli had already set out breakfast.
"Good morning, Auntie," Jiang Yu greeted her naturally.
"Good morning, please sit down." Liu Xiaoli smiled and served him porridge. "The porridge is especially good today, drink more."
The three of them sat down to eat.
Liu Yifei sipped her porridge, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, Mom, Sister Li said yesterday that Director Gu got into trouble."
"Director Gu? Gu Changwei?" Liu Xiaoli looked up.
"Yes." Liu Yifei nodded. "They said that reporters photographed her and Zhang Jinchu in a car—you know, that. There are photos and videos all over the internet."
Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow: "I've heard about this too. It broke yesterday afternoon, and it immediately overshadowed the Lu Chuan incident. That's how the entertainment industry is; there's never a shortage of news."
Liu Xiaoli shook her head: "Zhang Jinchu too—doesn't she know Director Gu has a family? Jiang Wenli is not someone to be trifled with."
"I heard that Jiang Wenli has already blacklisted Zhang Jinchu in the wives' circle," Liu Yifei whispered. "But Zhang Jinchu doesn't seem to care. This time, when Director Gu joined Huayi Brothers, he immediately gave her the second female lead role in Director Feng's new film. This is clearly a direct confrontation with Jiang Wenli."
Jiang Yu took a sip of porridge and said calmly, "Outsiders shouldn't judge this kind of thing. But Zhang Jinchu made a risky move; if he wins, he might really rise to power; if he loses, he'll be utterly disgraced."
"Do you think she will win?" Liu Yifei asked.
Jiang Yu thought for a moment and shook his head: "It's difficult. Jiang Wenli has been in the industry for so many years, and her connections, resources, and status are far beyond what Zhang Jinchu can match. Moreover, public opinion is always harsh on women in these kinds of situations. Zhang Jinchu may seem glamorous now, but in the long run, it's not worth it."
Liu Xiaoli sighed: "Girls should still cherish themselves. Some paths, once taken, cannot be reversed."
These words were loaded with meaning, and Liu Yifei blushed slightly before lowering her head to drink her porridge.
After finishing breakfast, Jiang Yu went to the company.
Liu Yifei saw him to the door and straightened his tie. "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?"
"I'll go back." Jiang Yu kissed her lips naturally. "But it might be a little late, I have an investor meeting this afternoon."
"Okay, I'll wait for you."
Watching Jiang Yu's car drive away, Liu Yifei returned to the house.
Liu Xiaoli was clearing the dishes when she saw her return and casually asked, "Is Xiaoyu coming home for dinner tonight?"
"Okay." Liu Yifei nodded. "Mom, please cook a few more dishes tonight. He's been quite tired lately."
"I know," Liu Xiaoli smiled. "I bought a sea bass, we'll steam it tonight. I also have pork ribs, braised. And some stir-fried vegetables, is that enough?"
"That's enough, that's enough." Liu Yifei leaned over to help. "Mom is the best."
As Jiang Yu predicted, the entertainment industry saw news updates at a dizzying pace over the next two days.
The news that Lu Chuan's film "Nanjing! Nanjing!" was required to undergo review and rectification only dominated the headlines for a day before being overshadowed by Feng Xiaogang's "Aftershock".
The official announcement was suppressed.
The popularity of "The Great Earthquake" didn't last long. On the afternoon of the 20th, passionate photos of Gu Changwei and Zhang Jinchu in a car were exposed, instantly igniting the entire internet.
This exposé is extremely detailed, including not only photos of the two kissing in the car, but also a video of Gu Changwei getting out of the car and negotiating with reporters, and even another group of reporters filming the entire process from a distance.
The photos are clear, the videos are high-definition; it's hard to deny it.
In an instant, all the media headlines changed:
Has Zhang Jinchu successfully stolen a woman's boyfriend? The resources for the second female lead in Director Feng's new film have been revealed!
Netizens, never ones to shy away from a good spectacle, exclaimed: "My God, this is explosive!"
"Zhang Jinchu is awesome! He snatched a man right from Jiang Wenli's grasp!"
"Jiang Wenli is a big shot in the industry, is Zhang Jinchu trying to kill himself?"
"Director Gu, you have such a good wife at home, why did you still cheat on him?"
"It's the entertainment industry, that's normal."
"Am I the only one curious about Director Feng's new film? Zhang Jinchu was given the second female lead role; is he going to heavily promote her?"
Various discussions and opinions abound.
Some supported Jiang Wenli, vehemently criticizing Gu Changwei and Zhang Jinchu for being shameless; others sympathized with Zhang Jinchu, saying she was truly in love; and the majority were simply bystanders, waiting to see how things would develop.
At 6 p.m. sharp, Jiang Yu left work and drove to Shunyi.
While waiting at a red light, he scrolled through his phone, saw these news articles, smiled, and then closed it.
That's how the entertainment industry is—a mix of truth and falsehood, reality and illusion.
Today someone cheats, tomorrow someone gets divorced, and the day after they might get back together. After seeing so much of this, you become numb to it.
When they arrived in Shunyi, Liu Yifei was already waiting at the door.
Today she wore a beige dress with a light blue knitted cardigan over it, and her hair was loosely braided, making her look as fresh and youthful as a college student.
"Why are you waiting at the door?" Jiang Yu got out of the car and naturally put his arm around her waist.
"I want to see you soon." Liu Yifei looked up and smiled, "And there's something I need to tell you today."
"What is it?"
"I've made plans to have dinner with Sister Beina, Sister Liangying, and Wang Jia tonight," Liu Yifei winked. "You'll be joining them."
Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow: "A sisterhood interrogation session?"
"Smart," Liu Yifei laughed. "They said they've been wanting to interrogate you for a while, but haven't found the opportunity. Today's perfect timing; Sister Bina is going back to Wuhan tomorrow, and Sister Liangying is flying to Shanghai the day after, so tonight is the only time they're free."
"Okay." Jiang Yu nodded readily. "Where should we eat?"
"I booked a private restaurant near the Workers' Stadium. It's secluded and the food is good," Liu Yifei said. "But Jiang Yu, I have to warn you first..."
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She suddenly stopped smiling, her face hardening, and she made a peace sign: "If you dare to cheat on me, like Director Gu did, I'll—kill you!"
Seeing her serious expression, Jiang Yu couldn't help but laugh: "So ruthless?"
"That's how ruthless you are." Liu Yifei glared at him. "I'm not Jiang Wenli, who swallows her anger. If I find out you've wronged me, I'll castrate you, break up with you, and never see you again!"
She spoke very seriously, her eyes wide open, like a cat with its fur standing on end.
Jiang Yu lowered his head and kissed her lips: "Don't worry, that day will never come. I only want you."
Liu Yifei blushed, but still stubbornly replied, "That's more like it."
The two went inside and greeted Liu Xiaoli, saying they wouldn't be eating at home that night.
Liu Xiaoli was understanding: "Go ahead, go ahead, young people should get together more often. Yifei, remember not to let Xiaoyu drink, he's driving."
"Okay, Mom."
At 7:00 a.m. sharp, the two arrived at a private restaurant near the Workers' Stadium.
The storefront is very small, hidden in a small alley, and you can't find it at all if you don't look carefully.
When they arrived, Yao Beina, Zhang Liangying, and Wang Jia were already there.
Three women were huddled together, looking at their phones and chattering about something.
"Sister Beina, Sister Liangying, Sister Wang Jia!" Liu Yifei greeted them with a smile.
The three of them looked up, their eyes all fixed on Jiang Yu, then on Liu Yifei, each with a meaningful smile on their face.
"Oh, our busy lady has finally arrived." Yao Beina spoke first. She was wearing a black dress today, exuding a gentle and elegant air. "President Jiang, it's been a long time."
"Sister Beina, it's been a long time." Jiang Yu said politely, "Just call me Jiang Yu."
"That won't do; there must be proper rules."
Zhang Liangying stood up. She was dressed very fashionably today, wearing a denim jacket and a leather skirt, looking both cool and sexy. "President Jiang is now a billionaire, so we have to be respectful."
Wang Jia chimed in, "That's right, that's right! Mr. Jiang, please have a seat, the seat of honor!"
Jiang Yu was both amused and exasperated: "Everyone, don't joke with me. Today, I'm Yi Fei's boyfriend, not some 'President Jiang.' Interrogate me however you like, I promise to be lenient if I confess."
Everyone laughed at those words, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed.
The five people sat down, and Liu Yifei naturally sat next to Jiang Yu.
The waiter began serving the dishes, all of which were exquisite home-style dishes.
Steamed grouper, braised oxtail in red wine, stir-fried asparagus with shrimp, crab roe tofu — and a pot of warm Shaoxing wine.
"Let's eat first," Yao Beina, as the eldest sister, took charge. "We can interrogate him while we eat. Jiang Yu, I heard you have a good alcohol tolerance?"
"It's alright," Jiang Yu said modestly.
"Let's have a drink first." Yao Beina poured him a drink. "This first drink is to welcome you to our sisterhood, no, now it's the sisterhood and brotherhood."
Jiang Yu raised his glass: "Thank you, Sister Beina."
After a drink, the atmosphere became even more lively.
Zhang Liangying couldn't wait to speak: "Alright, let's get down to business. Comrade Jiang Yu, please tell us truthfully, when did you fall for our Qianqian?"
As soon as the question was asked, everyone looked at Jiang Yu, even Liu Yifei blinked curiously.
Jiang Yu put down his wine glass and thought for a moment: "To be honest, I had a bit of a feeling when we first met. But I really fell for him during the audition for 'The Witch'."
"Oh?" Wang Jia became interested. "Tell me more about it."
"During that audition, Yifei dressed very simply, in a knitted sweater and jeans, with no makeup."
Jiang Yu recalled, "Once she got into character, she was radiant. Her focus and dedication really moved me. And she didn't try to please me at all because I was an investor; she just said what she needed to say and did what she needed to do. That kind of authenticity is rare."
Liu Yifei blushed and muttered softly, "It's not that exaggerated—"
"Yes, I am." Jiang Yu turned to look at her, his eyes gentle. "You have no idea how charming you are when you're serious."
"Ouch, it's so sore, so sore!" Zhang Liangying exaggeratedly rubbed her arms. "I have goosebumps!"
Yao Beina laughed: "Alright, Jane, stop interrupting. Jiang Yu, second question: how did you pursue our Sissi?"
This question made Jiang Yu a little embarrassed: "Actually—there's nothing particularly romantic about it. It's just that I often ask her out for meals and chat."
"I heard about this!" Wang Jia said excitedly. "Qianqian even posted it on her social media, although she deleted it very quickly."
Liu Yifei blushed even more: "Sister Wang Jia!"
Everyone laughed.
Yao Beina then asked, "My third question is, what are your plans for the future? Our Xixi is still young, and her career is on the rise. Will you support her continuing to act?"
This is a very practical and crucial question.
Everyone fell silent and looked at Jiang Yu.
Jiang Yu said earnestly, "Of course I support her. Yi Fei is an actress; this is her profession and her dream. I will do my best to create better conditions for her; find good scripts and good teams, but I will not interfere with her choices. What she wants to film and what she doesn't want to film are all up to her. My responsibility is to support, not control."
This answer satisfied all three women.
Zhang Liangying nodded: "That's more like it. Jiang Yu, let me tell you, we've watched our Xixi grow up. If you dare to bully her, we won't let you get away with it."
"No, no," Jiang Yu quickly replied. "She's the one who bullies me."
Liu Yifei kicked him: "I didn't bully you!"
"Look, it's starting now," Jiang Yu said with a smile.
The atmosphere became increasingly relaxed.
People started talking about gossip in the entertainment industry and the latest hot news.
The meal took more than two hours to finish.
It was past ten o'clock when we finished.
As everyone left the private restaurant, the night was perfect, and the moonlight was like water.
"Jiang Yu, next time you come back to Wuhan, I'll treat you to a meal," Yao Beina said. "I'll take you to try some authentic home-style dishes."
"Definitely." Jiang Yu nodded.
Zhang Liangying laughed and said, "I'll reserve the best seats for you at my next concert. But Mr. Jiang, you'll have to pay the sponsorship fee!"
"No problem, I'll give you as much as you want," Jiang Yu said readily.
Wang Jia then pulled Liu Yifei aside and whispered, "Qianqian, Jiang Yu is pretty good. Really."
"I know," Liu Yifei said with a sweet smile.
After seeing the three off, Jiang Yu and Liu Yifei got into the car.
The car drove into the night, and the carriage was very quiet.
Jiang Yu smiled, "Did you pass?"
"Barely passable," Liu Yifei said deliberately, "but we need to continue observing."
"Okay, I accept the organization's long-term observation."
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