Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 444 Little Liu's Big Heart
The young couple got home close to 3 a.m.

Perhaps she missed her normal sleep schedule, or perhaps she was looking forward to working with her boyfriend in a movie for the first time, especially since it was about portraying a poignant love story set in a special era.

Liu Yifei was inexplicably excited and couldn't sleep.

Her current mood is like that of a transmigrator in a modern online novel or a character from a web novel.

She is no longer content with this life; she wants to use this film collaboration to travel into other stories and compose her own love stories.

However, the man next to her was already snoring softly.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting crisscrossing patterns on the wooden floor. Xiao Liu turned over, making a rustling sound.

She stared at her boyfriend's undulating shoulder line for a while, then suddenly reached out and poked the light brown mole on the back of his neck.

Lu Kuan, half-asleep and somewhat confused, asked, "Huh?"

The girl, wearing pink silk shorts, had long, smooth, and fair legs that resembled the climbing vines of a trumpet creeper. She leaned sideways and draped herself over the man, clinging to the washing machine like an octopus.

"Lu Kuan, I can't sleep. All I can think about is Lao San and Jing Qiu."

Mr. Lu replied in a muffled voice, not in much spirits, "It's pure love. Take your legs off first, don't tempt me to make a mistake."

"Come on! Come on! Go ahead and commit the crime!"

"No... I'm too sleepy. I'll take care of you when I get up in the morning."

Hearing his snoring gradually rise, Xiao Liu couldn't resist running her fingertips down her boyfriend's spine, like playing the first three notes of "Für Elise" on a piano.

Lu Kuan doesn't like wearing pajamas and goes to bed in his underwear all year round. His girlfriend deliberately scratches the indentation of his spine with her fingernail, causing him to unconsciously tense his back muscles in his sleep, revealing a distinct outline of his smooth lines.

Liu Yifei, the president of the senior appearance association, gave an adorable "Oh" and looked at her boyfriend's mature male "body". She didn't expect that the exercise in the past six months would be so effective!
It's not the exaggerated, deliberately sculpted mass of a gym, but rather the firm curves naturally formed during exercise, like pebbles polished by a stream, exuding a gentle, understated power.

"Washing machine? Are you asleep?"

The only response she received was steady breathing.

"Pretending to be asleep, huh?" Xiao Liu's mischievous side emerged, and she suddenly pressed her palm against his lower back. The muscle there immediately twitched reflexively, making her chuckle.

Then, I ran my fingertips down along the lumbar spine and felt the slightly concave dimples on both sides of my lower back. But the path was blocked by the edge of my underwear.

The girl steadied herself, biting her lower lip and mustering her courage.

Lu Kuan finally mumbled an "uh," reached down and grabbed her mischievous hand, turned around and looked at his girlfriend speechlessly: "You're playing with fire."

"I'm playing with you." Liu Yifei smiled, deliberately lowering the graininess of her voice, like sandpaper rubbing against the eardrum.

It wasn't abrupt, but rather stimulating.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silvery glow in Xiao Liu's collarbone. Lu Kuan, squinting his sleepy eyes, saw her fluffy hair slipping off her shoulders as she tilted her head.

His favorite twenty-year-old girls have a sense of controllable loss of control; purity is the base color, and allure is the interplay of light and shadow.

It evokes memories of a female classmate from high school and dreams of a midnight bar encounter, combining the metaphors of innocent naivety with sensuality.

"Then I want to play too!" Lu Kuan suddenly rolled over and covered her in the shadows, his fingertips hooking the swaying shoulder strap.

The moonlight slanted across their silhouettes, followed by surging waves of snow, until their shoulder blades transformed once again into white sails billowing in the Mediterranean, drifting with the current, romantic and enchanting.

They rested after a long time.

After washing up and returning to bed, we cuddled together and fell asleep. It was nearly four in the morning, and it seemed there was little need for sleep anymore.

"Did you take the wrong medicine today? Why are you being so proactive?"

Liu Yifei said with a coquettish smile, "Don't you torture me like this when I'm sleepy? I'm just letting you experience it for yourself, to see if you'll try to be unreasonable next time!"

The washing machine joked, "Nothing else is wrong, it's just that it's almost morning now, and older people don't sleep much. I was worried that someone might hear you meowing just now."

"No way! Aren't all the windows closed? Otherwise, how could I dare..." Liu Yifei quickly glanced at the windows next to Liu Xiaoli's villa, inwardly cursing her bad luck.

"Liar! They're all locked tight, and the two buildings are more than ten meters apart. How could anyone hear anything?"

Xiao Liu slapped him angrily: "I've already figured out how to experience life if we're really going to make 'Under the Hawthorn Tree'."

"How do you experience it? Become a village girl?"

"No."

Liu Yifei said in a serious tone, "The core of the whole book is restrained love. Look, when Lao San bandaged Jing Qiu's wound, his fingers trembled when they touched her ankle; when the two embraced across the river, they didn't even dare to touch each other's clothes; in the end, Jing Qiu cried her eyes out at her bedside, and Lao San didn't even have the strength to touch her face."

The girl suddenly rolled over and braced herself against Lu Kuan's chest, the moonlight making her eyes gleam with a mischievous light: "So from the start of filming until the end, let's have a Platonic love affair!"

"Let's act with affection but keep to the proper etiquette. I'll switch your washing machine to energy-saving mode."

Speechless, Boss Lu simply turned over and closed his eyes, his back to her.

"divorce!"

Liu Yifei, both annoyed and amused, kicked the washing machine's backside: "Wake up, we're not married yet!"

"They're already platonic before marriage, what will they be like after marriage, like Li Lianying?"

"Hahaha!"

Liu Yifei laughed so hard her shoulders trembled, and the ends of her hair swept across Lu Kuan's nape like willow branches brushing against the surface of a lake.

She suddenly sat up, pressing her knee into the hollow of his knee, and with a clever twist of her hand on his shoulder, she forced the man onto his back, the moonlight shining directly over his prominent Adam's apple.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiao Liu nestled into the man's arms, burying her head in his shoulder, her nose brushing against warm skin, carrying the faint scent of pine and shower gel.

She deliberately breathed softly and slowly, her lips brushing against his, using every seductive trick in the book.

"Look at you, so pathetic!" The girlfriend thought to herself, pleased with how alluring she was to him, and gave him a playful slap.

"Alright, alright, don't get a divorce. I'm willing to be punished by my husband, isn't that enough? I definitely won't let you become Li Lianying."

"You mean? A second chance, right?"

As Xiao Liu sensed the menacing touch and saw him about to mount the horse, he hurriedly refused, saying, "I didn't mean now!"

"Ugh! Gasping for breath!"

Feeling refreshed and full of energy after the pleasure, Liu Yifei curled up in her lover's arms, still with the excitement of someone suffering from insomnia: "I was worried that you would be too tired to handle all the Olympics and international events this year. But you, you little rascal, are so lively every day, how come you seem to be even healthier?"

After teasing her a couple of times, Boss Lu was even sleepier now and said listlessly, "I know how to cultivate both Yin and Yang. Don't you think your skin looks better and your bra size is bigger?"

"Stop exaggerating. That's the effect of hormones like oxytocin. I've looked it up." Xiao Liu's thoughts had already drifted far away.
"Let's take a vacation and go on a trip after the Olympics are over? It's almost been a year."

“I remember this time last year we were still on the set of ‘Sky’, and two months after the accident, we went to Sicily…”

The girl, who had been talking to herself, looked up again and found that her boyfriend, who was holding her, was truly "unconscious" this time. So she snuggled into his arms, found a gentle and comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep as well.
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Time flies, and May, which broke the hearts of countless compatriots, has entered its second half. As the nationwide disaster relief efforts have been fully launched, the entire country has gradually coalesced into an unstoppable force.

The ongoing reconstruction efforts are equally inspiring, with temporary housing areas springing up alongside the ruins to ensure that affected residents are spared from sleeping outdoors.
Damaged roads, bridges, and power grids are being gradually restored thanks to the hard work of the engineering corps.

A psychological intervention team was deployed to the disaster area to help survivors overcome their trauma.

Official media outlets conveyed the truth through rational and restrained reporting, avoiding excessive sensationalism while maintaining the attention and support of the entire nation.

At the same time, supplies and funds donated by international organizations, overseas Chinese and other international charitable forces have begun to be implemented, demonstrating the humanitarian spirit of the international community in times of crisis.

On May 26th, Blogcn and Weibo featured a post on their homepage by a user named "Iris Zhang Chunru".

This is also the only new account that Iris Chang herself registered in mainland China, and her first blog post brought tears to the eyes of countless Chinese people.

Dear compatriots:

This is the first time I've spoken with everyone through a mainland Chinese social media platform.

For the past two weeks, my fellow Chinese compatriots in North America and I have been working day and night to gather every bit of goodwill into starlight that illuminates the disaster area.

As of today, we have raised the following amount of donations through various channels.

The North American Chinese Historical Association (NACHA), together with the Committee of 100, the China Institute, and other organizations, held charity dinners in New York, Los Angeles, and other cities to raise $2.2 million for the purchase of medical supplies.
The United Chinese Americans (UCA) set up donation points in Chinese communities such as San Francisco and Chicago, and received small donations through a dedicated PayPal channel, totaling $85.
Chinese employee associations of companies such as North American Wise, Disney, Miramax, Intel, and HP launched a salary matching program, with companies matching donations at a 1:1 ratio, generating an additional $210 million.
In addition, I personally contributed through book signings and $90 in consulting fees for "The Sky of History".

The total amount of US$605 million has been audited by PricewaterhouseCoopers and is updated daily on the NACHA website.

The first batch of supplies, including 5000 tents and 200 water purification devices, will arrive in Chengdu tomorrow by the Tzu Chi Foundation.

While researching historical materials at the Hoover Institution, I came across records of mutual aid among Nanjing citizens in 1937.

Hands clasped tightly beneath the rubble, strangers bandaging each other's wounds.

Today, this bond of kinship continues: Silicon Valley engineers donated their year-end bonuses, Chinatown restaurant owners auctioned off three days' worth of proceeds, and international students at the University of Illinois packed supplies overnight.

I'd like to share a picture that moved and touched me deeply. The tears in the little girl's eyes are heartbreaking, but her determined and unyielding gaze resonates with everyone.

Today's disaster inevitably reminds me of the national tragedies of the past, one caused by natural disaster and the other by man-made calamity. But I believe that the backbone of the Chinese nation will not bend and its spirit will not die.

I would like to express my special thanks to friends in China and the United States for their help during this fundraising period, which allowed us to witness the beauty of world peace and friendship before the start of the Beijing Olympics.

Finally, please allow me to quote Ms. Hua, namely Ms. Minnie Vautrin, to express my thoughts:
To save one person is to save the whole world.

. . .

Iris Chang's success with the release of "The Sky of History" and her brilliance at the Berlin Film Festival and the Oscars led to the reprinting and bestseller status of her original novel "The Holocaust." Many North American Chinese groups and academic organizations invited her to give lectures and exchange ideas, and she enjoyed a very high reputation among the North American Chinese community.

Besides being officially invited by CCTV to be a guest on this year's "Touching China" program, there have even been rumors of a connection to the Nobel Peace Prize, though the veracity of these rumors remains unknown.

The People's Daily published an editorial on this, stating that it was a symbol of friendship between the people of China and the United States and reflected the goodwill of the international community.

The Beijing Organizing Committee for the Olympic Games also issued an official announcement, inviting Ms. Iris Chang to be the penultimate torchbearer, which instantly caused a sensation and heated discussion!

Even though the final amount raised was only $605 million, the significance of this donation from the American public was different.

This was intended to provide a positive narrative for the negative Western reporting on the eve of the Olympics, in order to offset and weaken the "University of Tokyo isolation theory".

In addition to Iris Chang's American citizenship and academic status, the historical societies and patriotic groups she led and advocated for fully demonstrate the patriotic sentiments of overseas Chinese.

This is an excellent example of united front work.

In addition, mainstream domestic media also devoted considerable coverage to the fact that Chinese filmmakers turned their press conferences at the Cannes Film Festival in late May into a memorial service for the victims.

The participating filmmakers, including Director Jia, Zhang Ziyi, Liang Chaowei, Liu Jialing, Yanzi, Wu Yusen, and Wang Jiawei, demonstrated the power of unity this time, regardless of whether some of them had a damaged reputation or stance.

Hendrik Willem Van Loon even flew directly from the disaster area to Cannes. All the Chinese film crews at the film festivals changed their film premieres into memorial services. Among them, "Painted Skin" donated 30 yuan on the spot in Cannes, and the crew of "The Mermaid Empire" entrusted the Chinese female lead Shi Yanfei to donate 200 million yuan worth of supplies on behalf of the crew.

Among the few Chinese films participating in the festival, Jia Zhangke's "24 City" has attracted much attention due to its location shooting in Chengdu.

He had already donated 3 yuan before setting off, and then donated another 15 yuan in Cannes. At the premiere, he led the crew and all the audience and reporters in a moment of silence for their compatriots.

Meanwhile, many international filmmakers at the Cannes Film Festival, including jury president Sean Penn, also expressed their concern and condolences.

Zhang Ziyi gave up all public events and used her influence to hold a charity fundraising banquet.

However, this charity banquet is difficult to evaluate because in most foreign countries, on-site donations are made by guests filling out pledge cards, and the organizers then verify them one by one. As a result, it later turned into another scandal of fraudulent donations.

Whether Zhang Ziyi's intentions were genuine or not, she ultimately cannot escape blame.

Unfortunately, this promising situation was unexpectedly ruined by a single bad apple.

On the 24th, at the Cannes Film Festival, the spotlight suddenly froze in front of Sharon Stone on the red carpet for the premiere of "Indiana Jones".

The actress, who rose to fame with the explicit film "Basic Instinct," tossed her blonde curls and, when pressed by French television for her thoughts on the disaster, her ugly face suddenly contorted into a servile expression: "You know, it's funny, like karma..."

Perhaps even the reporters conducting the interview didn't expect her to utter such outrageous remarks, which subsequently caused a huge uproar in public opinion from Cannes to mainland China. Hendrik Willem Van Loon, the most prominent Chinese-language filmmaker attending the Cannes Film Festival, expressed his indignation to reporters, stating: "These are unfriendly remarks towards the people of Dongda University, demonstrating her low personal character and flawed moral standards. Stone should reflect on her actions and apologize!"
The interview was quickly made into a video and spread on global social media platforms such as Twitter and Myspace, and of course, it also quickly came into the view of mainland Chinese netizens.

Mainland internet users were naturally outraged and immediately turned their anger outwards.

"Sharon Shitton, that old bitch! She thinks she's God just because she showed her ass in 'Basic Instinct'? Why didn't your mother abort you and flush you down the toilet back then!"

"I suggest a permanent ban on all her films! Dior China must terminate its contract within 24 hours! Does this inhuman trash deserve to be an international superstar?"

"Brothers, let's reduce the rating of 'Basic Instinct' on IMDb to 1 star! Let's go to foreign websites and curse this American bastard!"

"Although I haven't seen any of her movies, such despicable remarks must be condemned! Share this with all my friends!"

However, compared to the collective outrage of netizens in China, the voices of the public abroad were far less powerful, consisting mainly of Chinese Americans campaigning on social media, urging the relevant brands and film companies to severely punish them.

International media outlets such as CNN and the BBC downplayed the issue by calling it "inappropriate remarks," with some reports even citing freedom of speech to downplay the malice and emphasizing that cultural differences led to the misunderstanding.

Apart from a few Chinese filmmakers who publicly refuted the claims, most European and American stars in Hollywood avoided the topic. Only Lucas, the producer of "Indiana Jones," privately expressed his regret but did not make a public statement.

While mainland netizens assumed the whole world was condemning this white bitch, they were surprised and frustrated to find that Sharon Stone was "completely unscathed" in Western media.

This sense of injustice and resentment, coupled with the feeling of powerlessness in the face of the inability of foreign powers to intervene, fueled netizens' outrage.

Faced with the fallacies and heresies of so-called retribution and freedom of speech from foreign media outlets opposing Dongda University, mainland netizens are outraged:
"It seems the hurricane is karma. I hope your mother gets blown up by a tornado and flies freely in the sky."

"9/11 should be considered retribution, it's a pity it only destroyed two buildings, the more the better!"

"The Los Angeles earthquake was also retribution; it was God punishing homosexuals, those disgusting foreign devils!"

Q: What do Sharon Thompson and the Statue of Liberty have in common? A: They're both American bitches, one holding a torch, the other showing her ass.

"During the audition for 'America's Got Talent,' a judge asked Sharon Shitton: 'What's your talent?' Sharon Shitton replied: 'I can talk with my anus!'"

Such examples are numerous and continuous.

This generation benefits from the internet blog era that started in 2002, and the interactive habits and enthusiasm cultivated by users over the years have far surpassed those of later generations, which has objectively led to the large-scale heated discussion of this public event.

From a certain perspective, it's actually because Chinese people who have been feeling resentful and depressed for a month need a white bitch like this as an emotional dumping ground to vent their frustrations.

Moreover, she deserves her punishment, enough to warrant her being sent to the hell of having her tongue pulled out.

Around 10 p.m., Xiao Liu sat on the living room sofa with his laptop, tirelessly liking all the quick-witted netizens.

Unfortunately, the account of [Yalu Ji] has been exposed, so she can no longer personally engage in the battle.

However, given Liu Yifei's level of rudeness, which is at most limited to using vulgar language like "fart," it's unlikely she can match the eloquence of these talented netizens.

Liu Xiaoli accompanied her daughter in a verbal attack on Shitong before going back to rest, leaving Xiao Liu alone surfing the internet while waiting for her boyfriend to come home.

On Tianya Forum, she suddenly saw a post from a popular blogger:
I spent the whole afternoon ranting and posted dozens of messages.

But then I thought, even if we cursed Shit Tong's mother until the hearse drifted away, she wouldn't see it, and we couldn't do anything to her. This reality is frustrating!
Some people criticized this big blogger for boosting the morale of others, but most netizens still echoed his sentiments with regret, lamenting that we currently have little say in the international arena.

Xiao Liu was also very uncomfortable with this post until she saw a comment from an ID named 【李明1919】, who was clearly a fan of her boyfriend.

"Let's all leave comments under the washing machine's Weibo post! I think only he can handle this! Who else has any influence in the US?"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, and buildings within buildings are quickly constructed.

"Washing machines can indeed eliminate a bad guy; the best way to get rid of a bad guy is to bring in an even worse one (in the West)."

"I believe in the washing machine's patriotism, but I'm afraid that it might indiscriminately take care of this shit-trash as well, and then my angel would be devastated."

"The idiot upstairs, you can question the washing machine's lifestyle, but you can't question his taste. I'd be disgusted if he brought a toilet cleaner to clean my toilet, let alone him?"

"Damn it!" Xiao Liu was so disgusted by this reply that he immediately closed the page, ending his surfing trip after dinner.

These netizens are really...

But what you said makes sense; it seems like only he can handle this.

Liu Yifei, who was furious all afternoon, paced back and forth in the living room and then went to the gym to do some boxing. It wasn't until 11:30 that she excitedly saw the Maybach stop downstairs.

"I'm home?"

"Ah, you're back. It's so hot today." Lu Kuan, a worker who earns 20,000 yuan a month, was embraced by the 1.7-meter-tall "Milk Swallow" as soon as he entered the house.

Today, instead of her usual cuddling and kissing, Ru Yan angrily complained, "Quick! Kill that woman named Sharon Stone!"

"Kill him? I can't bring myself to do that..." Lu Kuan looked indignant as he listened to her, signaling his girlfriend not to rush.

"I heard about it," Boss Lu comforted her. "I told Sun Wenwen this afternoon, and then Leader Liu came to a meeting and has been busy until now."

Like countless netizens, Liu Yifei was also feeling frustrated and unable to vent her anger. The two sat down in the study, and Liu continued to ramble on:
"I really regret not accepting Dior's invitation to Cannes, otherwise I would have found her right there and slapped her!"

"That's it, your slap could have blown her head off," Boss Lu joked. "Even if my father-in-law is brave, he doesn't have the ability to break someone out of prison."

"Stop grinning and get to her! I want to see her crying and begging for mercy on her knees!"

Lu Kuan gestured for his girlfriend to sit down next to him, and browsed the news on her computer, understanding the ins and outs of Shi Tong's remarks.

If this was just a momentary slip of the tongue by a brainless, washed-up porn star, it makes no sense that it happened simultaneously in two lifetimes, with the same words spoken in perfect unison.

This can only be described as a microcosm of the indifference of Western media, and a cold response in the ideological sphere. After all, Shit-tung is just using the name of filth and poison to promote the fallacies and heresies of retribution.

This is no different from the twists and turns encountered during the torch relay.

"Don't rush, let me ask Harvey about her first, and see how to find a weakness in her."

The call was answered quickly: "Lu, is this a call from Sharon Stone?"

Boss Lu laughed and said, "Buddy, she's not your woman, is she?"

"Fuck! Am I really that bad at judging people? This bitch always talks nonsense, what are you going to do about her?"

What else could Harvey say?
He's just serving the big shot in the East. Even if she's his woman, she's no longer his after that question was answered.

Jewish white pigs have always been flexible about their bottom line; at times they can be as high as hanging the torch of the Statue of Liberty, and at others they can be as low as the turnstiles for fare evasion on the subway.

"Tell me about her situation, her acting career, her agency, her works, her endorsements, etc. I don't know much about them."

"Okay, wait for me a moment."

Harvey has an extensive network in Hollywood; he called back in less than five minutes: "Her agency contract is with CAA, the same company as Tom Cruise and George Clooney."

"This woman has had very few works in the past two years. Her film 'Basic Instinct 2' made less than $4000 million worldwide and was named the 'worst sequel of the decade' by the Golden Raspberry Awards. Last year, she made a low-budget thriller called 'Cracks,' but it seems to have been quiet since."

"Her endorsements are mainly for Dior's J'adore perfume in Asia, as well as L'Oréal and Olay. In the past two years, her film salary has dropped from 1000 million to around 200 million, so her financial situation is probably not very good."

Harvey didn't say it explicitly, but Sharon Stone was likely just doing it for money, deliberately provoking conflict and challenging the bottom line of the nation, stirring up trouble before the Olympics.

In matters of personal vendetta, the fiancée's fate is at stake;
Regarding this case, with the Olympics just around the corner and our compatriots who perished not yet at peace, how can we allow her to continue barking like a dog, unharmed?

"What does Lu need me to do?"

“I’ll call you later, Harvey.” Boss Lu suddenly said in a serious tone, “But Sharon Stone is unlikely to have a good end. At most, she’ll face disaster in ten years.”

The Jewish man on the other end of the phone was startled, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Lu, you performed a ritual for her?"

He will never forget the scene when he and Quentin saw the young prodigy in Cannes, who was still in the capital accumulation stage, drawing talismans with his fingers dipped in water.

Moreover, there was the later reminder to deal with the aftermath of several #MeToo incidents in later generations, and sure enough, he found recordings that were unfavorable to him from several Hollywood actresses.

It can be said that Harvey, as Lu Kuan's glove in Hollywood, is bound by both financial interests and fear of an unknown religion.

Xiao Liu frowned as she watched her boyfriend "exert his powers," knowing full well that he was about to deceive her again.

“It wasn’t my doing; she herself angered the laws of heaven and earth.”

“Your Judaism teaches ‘an eye for an eye,’ and Taoism teaches ‘cause and effect.’ Sharon Stone is a typical example of a solitary and unlucky person, with high, prominent brow bones, drooping, hooked eyes, a prominent bridge of the nose, and a short, shallow philtrum.”

“A person with this kind of face should do more good deeds, but she has now fallen into depravity. I see that the vertical line on her forehead has pierced through her glabella, which indicates that she will bring misfortune to her family and relatives and will not have a good end.”

Harvey, listening to the barely understandable translation from across the ocean, felt a chilling wind blowing in through his office window and hesitantly hung up the phone.

Liu Yifei then asked with curiosity, "I told you to play with Sharon Stone, but why are you scaring Harvey?"

"By the way, this isn't just a bluff," Boss Lu said confidently, even going so far as to target Xiao Liu with his superstitious charade: "The Taishang Ganying Pian says: 'Misfortune and fortune have no fixed gate; they are summoned by oneself.' This woman will not have a good end."

"What if she really is a bad person and lives for a thousand years, living a carefree and smug life?"

"Then let's deliberately create a tragic ending!"

"You rascal!" Little Liu clapped his hands and laughed, "But good rascal!"

The little immortal wasn't just boasting; even after 2008, Shi Tong's career remained lukewarm.

Until 2020, when her grandmother and godmother died of illness;
The following year, her younger sister contracted lupus and died along with her brother-in-law. Her mother suffered a heart attack and was bedridden for a long time, her life hanging by a thread. Subsequently, her younger brother died of a heart attack.

The cycle of karma is inescapable; retribution is inevitable.

If Harvey can hold on until 2020 in this life, he will probably be horrified when he suddenly remembers Boss Lu's "curse of misfortune" from twelve years ago.

Once you understand the general situation and pain points of Shitong, you only need to play your cards accordingly.

"This time she's really fallen into our hands."

"What do you mean? Besides Disney, can you call any other six major media outlets to boycott her?"

Lu Kuan explained, "It's pointless to ban Sharon Stone's movies. The movies she stars in are mostly B-movies with a lot of erotic elements, or low-budget art films. She doesn't rely on the big screen for her livelihood anyway."

Liu Xiaolv was clever: "I understand! You need to use Netflix to block her DVD resources, just like movies like 'Paranormal Activity'. Without DVD distribution channels, there's almost no chance of her being shown."

"That's right. Although we're not one of the Big Six Hollywood studios now, we're the number one DVD distributor in the US."

“Sharon Stone now lives off DVD fees, royalties, and on-demand streaming on home TV across the US. Netflix and Disney could cut off 80% of her dog food.”

Liu Yifei was overjoyed and pressed on, "Is the remaining 20% ​​for endorsements? Endorsements make money too!"

The washing machine was smug, as if showing off the empire it had built to its beloved concubine: "Harvey just said that her most expensive endorsement is Dior perfume. Please have Galliano and Anna Wintour introduce Dior's top management and see if we can put some pressure on them."

"Wait!"

The intelligent and witty young woman described by Zhang Yimou suddenly revealed some interesting points.

"Fan Bingbing got the J'adore perfume brand ambassadorship in China this year." Liu Yifei teased, "You actually managed to get your hands on Dior headquarters, so you mean you helped Fan Bingbing get the endorsement too?"

"How could I possibly have that ability? Didn't you see I had to find a middleman?" Washing Machine was bound to make a mistake if he said too much. Looking at his fiancée, who was feigning anger, he immediately denied it.

Having achieved her goal, Liu Yifei smiled and gently tugged at the washing machine's ear, as if flirting, before speaking seriously again:
"It's understandable that you pay her for doing things for you."

"This time, let's take Sharon Stone down and let Fan Bingbing take over, okay? At least she's Chinese and won't spout that nonsense."

"Look at this layout!" Washing Machine gave his fiancée an exaggerated thumbs-up: "A B-cup bust, a Z-cup bosom!"

"Fuck off!"

The young couple exchanged a few jokes, and Lu Kuan opened his Weibo accounts in both China and the United States, pondering the wording as he prepared to post a "Declaration Against the Traitors".

At this moment, Shitton, who was partying wildly in Cannes and had once conquered Hollywood with ice picks and bare buttocks, had no idea of ​​the tragic fate that was about to befall him.

(End of this chapter)