mijobooks Chapter 69 True and False Public Opinion
Chapter 69 True and False Public Opinion
The study door was gently pushed open and then gently closed again.
The visitor walked around the sandalwood screen and stopped three steps away from the desk.
The person sitting behind the desk did not look up, and was pouring tea into a cup from a purple clay teapot.
"Is everything taken care of?"
"Relax and easy."
The aroma of tea filled the air in the study.
The incense burner in the corner of the table is filled with Rongbaozhai's old sandalwood, its woody aroma layered upon layered, intertwined with the fragrance of tea, giving people a sense of tranquility and transcendence.
Ye Daying picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and said in a neutral tone:
"This is just the beginning. If that kid hasn't dismissed the crew and gotten out of the capital within half a month, send someone to his sister's school."
Tan Lin sat opposite Ye Daying and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's already been arranged."
"Be careful not to cause any real trouble, and definitely not to draw blood."
Tan Lin said softly, "I understand. Even if you didn't say anything, I wouldn't dare to do anything."
Criminals are always the ones who know the law best in the world. Doing this kind of thing in the capital requires a very precise grasp of the limits.
"That's what we say, but we shouldn't stop our actions against that kid."
Ye Daying said calmly, "I've already contacted the experts at the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to have those newspapers publish the news."
Tan Lin paused for a moment, then hesitated before saying:
"Isn't this unnecessary?"
It's not that he's afraid of trouble, but once something gets involved with public opinion, it's hard to control how things develop.
"Is it unnecessary?"
Ye Daying's face darkened, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
He slammed the teacup on the table, shattering it and splashing tea everywhere.
The shards pierced his palm, and blood trickled down between his fingers, dripping onto the sandalwood table.
Ignoring the pain, Ye Daying's eyes flashed with savagery as he said:
"Because of that kid, I lost a project worth millions, and you're telling me it wasn't worth it!?"
Tan Lin broke out in a cold sweat and dared not say anything more.
Ye Daying snorted, his eyes turning sinister.
Since the hit sitcom "iPartment" became a hit, and the news of him stealing the script spread within the industry, his reputation in Beijing's entertainment circle has plummeted.
He used to speak and ask people to do things without hesitation. But now, even getting someone into the film crew is met with resistance and excuses.
Who did this?
Lin An!
In order to persuade Feng Xiaogang and win over the Federation of Literary and Art Circles, he spent an unknown amount of money and wasted countless favors, which affected the operation of his own company.
Who did this?
It's still Lin An!
The Beijing circle is not monolithic. Now that the policy has been relaxed, the resources he has in his hands are depreciating rapidly. Now, in order to deal with a nobody with no background, he has made himself look pathetic, and countless people inside and outside the circle are laughing at him.
Who caused this?
It's still Lin An!
Should we let Lin An off the hook and only target his business?
Bullshit!
If we don't ruin that kid's reputation, who will respect Ye Daying in the future?
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The following morning, Entertainment News was the first to launch its attack.
The title is strikingly eye-catching: Is it an original miracle or an invasion of American culture?
The article, which filled two full pages, was signed "Guan Shan".
The article cites numerous sources, comparing the successful localization of "I Love My Family" to the "Westernization" tendencies of "iPartment" point by point, presenting its arguments with great certainty.
Finally, the author lamented:
"Our film and television creators should draw inspiration from local culture, rather than blindly imitating the West. Relevant departments should strengthen their censorship efforts and pay attention to this kind of 'cultural invasion' phenomenon."
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At 10 o'clock, the internet began to buzz.
The internet in 2000 was far less developed than it would be in later years, but the comment sections of forums and portal websites were already quite lively.
The so-called "urban youth sitcom" is nothing more than a poor imitation of "Friends".
The number of comments under the title skyrocketed from dozens to hundreds, and then to thousands.
"No wonder it looks so much like Friends."
"The stories are different! You can't expect every story that happens in an apartment to be from an American TV show, can you?"
"Your thinking upstairs is fertile ground for cultural invasion!"
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At noon, another bomb was detonated.
Star Weekly published a short news item on its website homepage with an exceptionally eye-catching headline:
"Lin An, the screenwriter of 'iPartment,' has been exposed to have a close relationship with the female lead, Gao Yuanyuan, and is suspected of interfering in her relationship with musician Zhang Yadong."
The entire text is no more than two hundred words:
According to sources familiar with the matter, Lin An, the screenwriter and producer of the currently popular sitcom "iPartment," has a very close personal relationship with the show's female lead, Gao Yuanyuan, and they have been spotted spending time alone together on set on multiple occasions...
Below is a photo of Lin An and Gao Yuanyuan, sitting together on a sofa on set, one on each side, looking at each other.
The comments section exploded.
"Sure enough, couples on set, it's an old tradition."
"Zhang Yadong is a well-known musician, after all. For him to be cheated on by a student... this is..."
"Maybe they don't care at all; it's an open relationship."
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"Do you think this is true?"
"There are even photos, so it's real or fake..."
"Yeah, sigh, I'm so envious. I wonder when I'll be able to find a girlfriend."
At Beijing Film Academy, in the Yifu Building, three or five students huddled around an easel, heads together, whispering about the latest gossip.
Tang Yu stood at the door, listened for a few moments, and his face darkened.
He coughed loudly, startling the students. When they turned around and saw it was him, they dispersed with embarrassed expressions.
"Are you all just bored and have nothing better to do?"
Tang Yu pulled out a chair and sat down, saying calmly:
"What were you doing when they were writing the script? What were you doing when they were filming?"
He paused, then said in an unfriendly tone, "With all that time, have you finished the manuscript you're working on?"
The studio fell silent for a moment.
The students kept their heads down, pretending to be busy with their work, and no one dared to speak.
Tang Yu snorted, said nothing more, and lowered his head to open the sketches on the table.
Just as he was about to make his usual sarcastic remark, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.
He put down his pencil, took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and his expression changed slightly.
"Feed".
Tang Yu pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear.
After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Tang Yu remained silent for a few seconds, then said "I understand," hung up, and put his phone back in his pocket.
Several students in the art studio secretly glanced at him.
Tang Yu stood up expressionlessly, gathered the sketches on the table, pressed them down with a pencil, and turned to walk towards the door.
"Senior, where are you going?" a girl asked softly.
"bathroom."
Tang Yu didn't turn his head, opened the studio door, and walked out.
The girl blinked, looking at her classmate with a bewildered expression:
"Didn't he just come back from the restroom?"
The students around him shrugged.
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Beijing Film Academy, corner of the west gate.
The streetlights weren't on yet, and the alley entrance was already dark.
Lin An stood under a withered tree at the corner of the West Gate, toying with the balance pointer.
After waiting for about ten minutes, a chubby figure came running from the depths of the alley.
Tang Yu, panting heavily, saw someone looking completely relaxed and said irritably:
"What did I owe you in my past life? How could I actually believe your nonsense?"
Lin An smiled and said, "Perhaps it's true?"
"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point."
Tang Yu straightened up, caught his breath, and said sarcastically:
"You're a celebrity at school now. Your news is everywhere, it's all the rage."
After speaking, he looked closely at the young man in front of him, hoping to see a dejected reaction from him.
In this way, he can make a grand entrance, use his prepared words and resources to help them get out of trouble, and then win over a top-notch artist!
Lin An was unaware of the fat man's inner thoughts. Upon hearing the topic of conversation, he simply nodded and said calmly:
"I sent someone to deliver the message."