After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 191: Refusing to admit it
After hanging up the phone, Nie Zheng looked at the doctors and said, "Professors, a batch of level 10 spiritual herbs will be arriving in the next two days. If we use all of them, how much will my wife's chances of recovery increase?"

A level ten elixir?

Several doctors' eyes gleamed with fervor: "That could increase it by at least fifty percent!"

Nie Zheng pondered: "Increasing it from the original 10% to 60%... that's not too high."

“It’s not a high level, really. Your wife has two extremely aggressive viruses in her body. With our current level of expertise, it will take at least three months to overcome them.” One of the doctors sighed. “We have already contacted the world’s top toxicologists and invited them to work with us to develop a cure. In addition, we suggest that your wife have a full blood transfusion, so that she can wait longer.”

"A complete blood transfusion..." Nie Zheng said in a heavy tone.

“The toxins have altered all the cells in her blood. If we don’t get a blood transfusion, we might not even live to see the poison specialists arrive,” the doctor said. “Madam’s Rh-negative blood is quite rare. We are currently sourcing blood from all over the country. However, the ideal solution is to use blood from the same person for alternation. This would reduce the exclusivity and make our experimental data for developing a specific drug more accurate.”

“That’s obviously impossible!” another doctor said with a wry smile. “Rh-negative blood is already rare, and blood transfusions are extremely harmful to the other person, even threatening their life. Who would be willing to do that?”

“I know someone with rare blood type,” Nie Zheng paused. “Please arrange a blood transfusion as soon as possible. I’ll bring that person here tomorrow.”

The next morning, Jiang Shu went to school first.

The story of the captivating beauty, which is kept secret from outsiders, is surprisingly popular among the directing students.

Xu Yan secretly told Jiang Shu, "The micro-drama club was summoned for questioning on the grounds of violating the privacy of celebrities. But the punishment notice hasn't been issued yet. I received a call from the FY heir, and the original punishment has been changed to 100,000 yuan in funding."

Jiang Shu: "...blame me."

"Everyone in our company is still completely baffled. Jiang Tao sent out the video, and he didn't look at it carefully before sending it. He thought it was just splitting 'The Richest Man's White Moonlight' into two seasons. He didn't expect to cause such a huge mess." Xu Yan looked at her like she was a goddess. "Xiao Shu, did...you film it for them?"

"No, it wasn't me. They were just taking turns filming for fun." Jiang Shu adjusted her glasses. "I didn't do anything, I'm just as confused."

"The female lead in that film is generating a lot of buzz. After all, she gets to act alongside several big names, so everyone's guessing she's some super-rich family's little princess from Beijing's elite circles." Xu Yan looked at her. "But why do I feel like... she looks so familiar! Especially her lip movements, they're just like yours..."

“It’s not me.” Jiang Shu adjusted her glasses more carefully. “I have a distant cousin who looks about 60% like me—oh, she’s the little princess of the Nie family, a super-powerful family in the capital.”

Xu Yan suddenly realized: "Oh, I see! That explains it. She really is a little princess! No wonder you're so close to those big shots..."

"Yes. They all call each other 'relatives,' so they're a bit closer than others." Jiang Shu changed the subject, "How's the subscription rate for our own drama, 'The Richest Man's White Moonlight'?"

"Very high! Very, very high!" Xu Yan exclaimed. "It's also thanks to the popularity of 'The Story of a Fallen City.' Many people watch it with a comparative mindset, watching 'The Story of a Fallen City' and then coming to 'The White Moonlight.' Of course, many more people watch it because the video was taken down, and they have to find a sense of nostalgia in 'The White Moonlight.' But riding this wave, more and more similar storylines have become rampant."

"The plot was just so-so to begin with, it only benefited from the popularity of 'The Chronicles of a Fallen City'." Jiang Shu didn't care. "Have Nie Dingyi and the others recruit two law students to specifically handle the script copyright fees from these plagiarizing production teams. Also, have Zhang Tian compile a summary of the payments for 'White Moonlight', make the data look good, and I'll use it to get project funding from finance when I have time."

“No problem!” Xu Yan’s eyes sparkled. “For the next short drama, we’ll find someone to write the script, and then we’ll go to my dad’s film crew to learn from their experience. If we do this, I feel that within a year at most, we’ll be able to stand on our own in the directing world!”

“We need to recruit talent from all fields.” Jiang Shu paused for a moment. “Ideally, we should find people who are not short of money, don’t need a salary, and are only interested in getting a prestigious position at Director Xu’s film crew or Yanxing Group.” “Hmm, no problem.” Xu Yan thought for a moment. “There’s one more thing. Didn’t you join the yacht club and the luxury car club last time? There’s a cruise party in the Deep Sea District this Saturday, and a luxury car show in the Third Ring Road. The presidents of both clubs couldn’t find you, so they came to me.”

"Send the address to my phone." Jiang Shu was eager to help because of the huge salary. "My mom is sick, and I need to go to the hospital to take care of her. I'll have the parents who are supervising my work at home go out to socialize with her."

"Okay." Xu Yan nodded, and seeing the directing professor enter the classroom, she said no more.

The directing professor, beaming, stood on the podium, glanced around, and then got to the point:

"A major event has recently occurred in the film and television industry. I'm sure you've not only heard about it, but you're probably also one of the people who paid to gossip about it, right?"

"The Chronicles of a Fallen City!" most of the students below screamed.

"It's understandable for big shots to take selfies in private. But this is the first time I've seen them making melodramatic dramas. Opinions on this are mixed online. Most people are captivated by the good looks of these big shots and ignore the illogicality of the script itself. In today's lesson, we'll talk about this topic."

The students immediately became restless!
"Teacher, are you sure we can discuss this? So many bloggers with foul mouths have had their accounts banned! The president of the Communication University next door personally called Yan Yu, and as a result, the university's website is still down. Yan Yu's husband directly said he would ban it for a year!"

The teacher smiled slightly: "We won't discuss the plot today, let's gossip about something else—a freshly released interview video, ten minutes ago. It's said that five big shots were interviewed at the same time, and it was agreed that it could be released."

The students covered their faces and exclaimed in surprise:
"Really?! I've always thought the behind-the-scenes footage is much better than the actual show! This interview is definitely another highlight!"

"Ugh! My various pairings are making my heart flutter again!"

"Teacher, hurry! Post the interview video!"

The teacher chuckled twice: "Don't rush, we'll get right to it. I haven't had a chance to watch it myself yet. Let's all take a look together and see what these big shots think about the short drama industry. Their opinions often represent the opinions of their countless fans and also determine the traffic of short dramas for a long time! You're all studying directing, so listen carefully today and don't get distracted."

"Distracted?" The students' eyes widened. "A face so beautiful it could topple kingdoms, who would want to be distracted?"

The teacher stopped talking and turned on the big screen, uploading and opening the video from the phone.

The video begins with the host's routine opening remarks.

In the simple recording studio, five men sat on the sofa, each maintaining a distant relationship.

The host pulled out a full list of questions:

"My first question is, was this short drama a spur-of-the-moment decision by all these big names involved?"

"What short drama?" Feng Li asked in a roguish and lazy tone. "I've never filmed anything like a short drama in my life."

(End of this chapter)