Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 463 The Clumsy Guardian

As night fell, the private estate on the banks of the Wenyu River was enveloped in the sweltering heat and tranquility characteristic of August.

Liu Yifei and Lu Kuan strolled along the cobblestone path. The seven o'clock light in Beiping had not yet faded, and a touch of crab-shell blue remained on the western horizon, which, together with the gradually lit courtyard lights, created a hazy veil.

The cicadas' chirping weaves a fine net among the camphor tree canopy, occasionally rippling in the evening breeze and startling a few fireflies, which flicker among the holly bushes trimmed into waves.

After watching a few Olympic Games, Liu Xiaoli and Zhang Chunru's family continued their travels, going from Zhangjiakou to Chengde, Tangshan, and Qinhuangdao, planning to return to Beiping on their daughter's birthday on the 25th.

Liu Xiaolv, having found a boyfriend, had forgotten her mother and was now enjoying herself immensely. She was still very excited about the manifesto she had written that afternoon: "I just glanced at it again, and Zhu Dake hasn't replied yet. He must have seen it and is probably quoting classical texts to refute you!"

The girl looked at her with admiration: "Washing machine, you're so good at swearing! Can you teach me?"

"Haven't I been teaching you mouth-to-mouth every day? Study hard!"

Liu Yifei gave him a charmingly disdainful look: "I had only heard of the term 'pen knife' before, but after seeing the clash between Zhu Dake and you, I realized that words can really kill. It's hard to imagine the pressure Xie Jin faced back then."

Mr. Lu nodded: "The 1980s were known as the new Enlightenment era. Western philosophical ideas began to be translated and introduced into China, which had a great impact on the thinking of scholars and students."

"Think about it, if you were suddenly exposed to Western theories such as Sartre's existentialism, Freud's psychoanalysis, and Levi Strauss's structuralism in a short period of time, and it greatly impacted your traditional education and perspective, how would you react?"

"The domestic literary and art circles were in such a situation at that time. In addition, the country was in the process of transitioning from a planned economy to a market economy, which intensified the contradictions and created a space for critics like Zhu Dake to survive."

Xiao Liu, recalling the novel "Under the Hawthorn Tree" which she had studied for a long time, widened her eyes in surprise: "It's kind of similar..."

“Yes, but not as exaggerated as it was back then.” Lu Kuan explained, “Zhu Dake’s essence was to use Western theoretical resources and take the fashionable new wave and existentialism that had just entered the mainland as his weapons to criticize Xie Jin’s ‘film Confucianism’.”

"Under the circumstances at that time, Xie Jin would never have dared to wear that hat."

"If it were me at that time, I probably would have fled far away too, as there would have been no room for policy implementation."

Liu Yifei listened curiously as he explained the themes of literature and art and politics under the tide of the times, when Lu Kuan's phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, Director Zhang." Boss Lu answered the phone. Xiao Liu looked at his expression and suddenly seemed a little surprised, guessing that it must be about Zhu Dake.

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

Lu Kuan glanced at the time on his phone, then turned to look at his girlfriend with a strange expression: "That pig almost killed himself."

"what?"

"In the afternoon, tax officials went to the school to investigate and collect evidence. After receiving the notification, Zhu Dake became emotional and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage."

Boss Lu picked up his phone again and sent a few messages, saying as he walked, "He was rescued at Huashan Hospital, but his current condition is unknown."

He was puzzled: "I checked his background before. He had no financial dealings with overseas entities and was just a speculator. Why is he so agitated?"

"Tax evasion might at most ruin his personal credibility and tarnish his image as a scholar, but is it really worth getting so angry that he had a stroke and was hospitalized?"

Lu Kuan had no idea how distorted his newly compiled book, "Ancient Myths of China," was, nor did he realize that Zhu Dafen had transformed from a literary traitor into a cultural collaborator.

As he wished, he was promoted to a higher social class.

Xiao Liu sighed, "Xie Jin is in bad shape now. I never imagined that Zhu Dake, who stabbed him in the heart back then, would also be missing, his fate unknown..."

Given her personality, she wouldn't say anything about someone deserving retribution; she would only lament the unpredictability of life, how the moral and academic high ground that Zhu Dake had built up over half his life collapsed in an instant.

But this is entirely because his foundation is unstable. It is a delusion built on the illusion of righteous wisdom. Once you take it seriously, it will all be unbearable to look back on.

It was just that someone as powerful as Boss Quelu exposed him.

Lu Kuan was naturally unconcerned; such a trivial matter was not worth his concern. Only a kind-hearted girl like Liu Xiaolv could evoke some sympathy and pity.

Moreover, his mother, Zeng Wenxiu, was also sent to a photo printing workshop because of this art movement, which indirectly led to her later serious illness.

The influence of people like Zhu Dake extends far beyond just one industry or Xie Jin; the storms and cold rains they bring have soaked countless innocent artists.

The two intertwined their fingers. Mr. Lu felt that her fingertips were slightly cool, so he stopped and took his girlfriend's small hand into his palm.

"Don't overthink it. All of a person's happiness and unhappiness are actually sown from their family of origin and childhood experiences."

“I have read his information. Zhu Dake was born into a scholarly family and grew up in a garden house in the former French Concession on Taiyuan Road. His neighbors were all highly educated intellectuals who were close to Western ideas.”

"That is why he and his relatives and friends suffered the greatest impact later on."

"First, I watched helplessly as my most beloved elementary school teacher, Teacher Tao, hanged herself in the classroom, and then my father died painfully in his hospital bed."

Lu Kuan said in a deep voice: "Zhu Dake was hiding behind the curtains, watching the funeral home vehicles frequently come and go in the neighborhood, witnessing the bodies wrapped in white sheets being carried out, which also gave rise to his critical thinking about this society and the world. There is a kind of hatred in his heart that he cannot get rid of."

Liu Yifei looked at her boyfriend with sparkling eyes, imagining the movie scenes he described, which were another person's life.

The young woman sighed with a touch of sadness at the tragic state of humanity: "Xie Jin also comes from an intellectual family, and the impact he suffered was no less than his."

"But Zhu Dake took all the misfortunes he experienced in his childhood and then inflicted them on Xie Jin as an adult. I feel that this is a kind of psychological trauma."

“I also read about this in the book review and background introduction of ‘Under the Hawthorn Tree’.”

Lu Kuan smiled and said, "Perhaps. Victims try to control the trauma they were powerless to resist by playing the role of the perpetrator. It is a way of escaping."

He seemed to be thinking of himself, and of his family in his previous life, which had also been torn apart by art criticism.

"But this kind of escape actually leads to an endless cycle of suffering."

"Zhu Dake wanted to put the same rope that had hanged his teacher and father on Xie Jin's head in the same way. This compensation for hatred and wounds destroyed him as well."

"You can try to understand this emotional background in order to better understand Jingqiu and Lao San's family environment and logic of action."

Another phone call came from Shanghai. Lu Kuan answered it and continued strolling forward on his own.

Liu Yifei followed him slowly, her gaze casually sweeping over the man's tall and straight back. The rolled-up sleeves revealed his taut and smooth arms, exuding a resolute sense of strength.

During this period, she has been studying the two characters, Chen Bailu and Jingqiu.

Chen Bailu lived in a Chinese city in the 1930s, a semi-colonial and semi-feudal society. The invasion of Western capital gave rise to a distorted value system of "power and money above all else." Jingqiu's era needs no further mention.

In fact, they, Zhu Dake, Xie Jin, and even Lu Kuan all shared similar childhood traumas.

One's family of origin and the tides of the times largely determine a person's fate and shape their character, but the final outcome varies greatly.

Xiao Liu recalled the story of Lu Kuan and Zeng Wenxiu, and at this moment she had a deeper understanding of the reasons behind her fiancé's personality.

Just like Zhu Dake mentioned earlier, if the rope around their necks isn't removed, everyone will turn into a blind seeker of revenge.

Lu Kuan also suffered the same misfortune, but his mother Zeng Wenxiu's love and gentleness saved him.

In devastating times, those who choose creation over revenge are the true survivors.

No matter how dark the night, wherever the camera is pointed, there the light will be.

Actress Liu Yifei is trying to understand the life trajectory of these people, including her boyfriend, because this kind of role can no longer be imitated and experienced like in "Sky". The only way is to deconstruct it.

"Okay, then that's settled, Mr. Ren." Boss Lu hung up the phone, a hint of sarcasm playing on his lips.

Xiao Liu stepped forward and took his arm, leaning her head gently against her boyfriend's shoulder: "What's wrong now?"

"Representatives from Shanghai's arts and culture circles visited and offered their condolences to Zhu Dake. It's said that Zhu Dake's wife is causing trouble, demanding justice from me."

Liu Yifei said angrily, "Oh! You want to make him a living specimen, to show the world how domineering you are, and how you leave no room for critics?"

"Utterly shameless! He's allowed to insult others, but can't he be allowed to act like Wang Lang for once?"

Lu Kuan put his arm around the girl's shoulder and walked towards the villa: "According to universal values ​​and the sense of right and wrong, I am in the right no matter where I talk about this, let alone after the natural disaster and the opening ceremony."

"However, Chairman Liu is unlikely to let this go easily and should prepare to face Nanfang's so-called independent news viewpoints and 'overwhelming public opinion'."

Xiao Liu had already heard him explain Liu Chuanzhi's background and true nature, and he couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger.

However, she is no longer a little girl in her adolescence. The so-called jungle law of the market economy is essentially a battle for survival.

When the innovator's sword cleaves through the ice of monopoly, the vested interests will inevitably form an even more stubborn glacier. There will never be a truly empty ecological niche here, only an eternal redistribution of resources.

As expected, the day after Zhu Dake suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, public opinion quickly escalated.

The main force was various newspapers under Nanfang's umbrella, which launched a major discussion on the matter from various angles such as economy, people's livelihood, and entertainment.

Of course, this matrix-style public opinion attack far surpasses Professor Zhu's assassin-style offensive in terms of scale; it can be described as a comprehensive coordinated operation across land, sea, and air.

For example, the article titled "When the wheels of a business tycoon run over an ordinary scholar" in the Nanfang City magazine deliberately portrayed Boss Lu as a wealthy man, creating resentment and attracting hatred from netizens.

The article states that Professor Zhu Dake, a renowned literary figure, suffered a cerebral hemorrhage after an online debate with Lu Kuan, the president of Wenjie, and is currently under observation in the ICU.

This debate, which should have been confined to academic discussion, ultimately devolved into a one-sided crushing of public opinion.

Lu Kuan, as an entrepreneur, used his vast social media influence to launch a highly emotional and inflammatory rebuttal against Professor Zhu, which even bordered on personal attacks. When the power of capital overwhelms academic rationality, are we witnessing a commercial hegemony hunting down intellectuals?
According to 21st Century Business Herald, a subsidiary of Nanfang, Professor Zhu's previous questions about director Lu Kuan's film profit model and screening standards were objectively valid, but the unequal economic and social status led to this tragedy.

According to Nanfang Entertainment Weekly, Director Lu Kuan has always been approachable in online public opinion and rarely engages in denials or self-justifications like other celebrities. However, this time, his emotionally charged post deliberately incited netizens to cyberbully Professor Zhu, which is a backlash against his public image.

Boss Lu himself didn't care. Nan Fang wasn't like Zhu Dake, a lone wolf. He wasn't going to take a knife and chop up all the newspaper editors one by one.

He wanted to let the bullets fly for a while and see what Liu Chuanzhi's true purpose was.

Is it simply because she didn't join the Taishan Club, didn't accept his investment proposal, or didn't give her daughter Liu Qin a chance to cooperate, that she's acting like a street thug, shirtless and ready to fight?
This is illogical.

He naturally could not have imagined that, in the shadows, Ah Li Lao Ma, who was strategically cornered by Wenjie, was simultaneously pulling Huayi along while also gathering Wanda, Baidu, and Lianxiang's Damai.cn to launch a pincer movement.

They are attempting to exert control over key nodes in the film industry chain by controlling the crucial link of online ticketing.

This also weakens Lu Kuan's influence in the industry, thereby indirectly controlling the content production and distribution process, and ultimately achieving partial control over the film industry ecosystem.

The controversy has generated a great deal of discussion and public opinion, becoming another topic of conversation among the public during the midst of the Olympic Games.

The husband may tolerate it, but the wife cannot.

On the morning of the 21st, three days after Zhu Fen was hospitalized for a cerebral hemorrhage, Liu Yifei, who was eager to protect her husband, spoke out on her Weibo account.

It wasn't at the behest of Boss Lu or anyone else; it was simply because she was unhappy with some hypocritical people stirring up trouble.

Of course, the girl's cultural papermaking and research on various art theories and critical theories did not reach the level of Zhu Dake and Lu Kuan.

Therefore, the words that strongly supported her boyfriend seemed to be almost entirely about emotions, and the techniques she used only came from her major and the random books she had read.
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On August 21, 2008, I was four days away from turning 21. I should have been looking forward to my birthday during a time of national celebration, but I couldn't feel happy at all.

Sometimes I really don't know what's wrong with this world. It seems like being able to cry is more important than being able to reason.

After Professor Zhu's unfortunate accident, Lu Kuan used his connections abroad to get him the best neurosurgeon, but the family refused.

He did this purely out of humanitarian concern, and it does not represent any concession on the issue.

Right is right, wrong is wrong.

Professor Zhu has been verbally bullying Lu Kuan over the past four or five years, both professionally and personally. The internet remembers everything, and I doubt anyone would deny that.

Why then, in this instance of retaliating after reaching the point of no return, have the blame turned on the victim simply because of the perpetrator's misfortune? Is this the consistent logic of certain print media groups that have always liked to distort the facts and even condone their own editors to offer reflective arguments during natural disasters?
This is like a person who is acting in self-defense after being intentionally harmed, and accidentally injures the perpetrator within reasonable limits. Does that mean they can disregard the facts and condemn the defender verbally?

I don't have Professor Zhu's talent, nor do I have much knowledge of Foucault and the New Wave that he always talks about, but I do have some understanding of performance theory.

Performance is also an art form, and since they are all art forms, they are interconnected. This reminds me of Growsky's performance paradox, which I'm currently researching:

When the perpetrator willingly lies down in the victim's coffin, the entire theater becomes an altar where right and wrong are turned upside down.

In the training of the performance system, actors must understand one principle: there is an essential difference between emotional catharsis and artistic expression.

But what are some print media outlets doing now?
They put on a theatrical performance to portray the truth, acted with such conviction, and even forced the audience to applaud.

They equate the perpetrators' 'artistic expression' of their cries with real-world justice in order to garner sympathy and attract hatred.

When the performance is realistic enough that even the perpetrators can successfully play the role of martyrs, your distortion of the truth seems capable of waking up even the sleeping Mr. Stanislavski.

Isn't this a breakthrough in a new theory of performance?

Because of my personal stance, I don't want to take credit for what Lu Kuan has done quietly over the years.

He's quite arrogant and disdains defending himself to others; he just said something pretentiously while eating at home—

Knowing that I have sinned against myself, it is only the Spring and Autumn Period.

Haha!

In any case, I hope that Director Xie Jin and Professor Zhu can both recover from their danger. In the face of life and death, everything else is meaningless.

It is an actor's fate to be deconstructed, but a lover's instinct is to protect the truth.

At this moment, all I want to do is be the most clumsy guardian, using my own body to shield myself from the cold arrows shot by my lover and critics.
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Less than ten minutes after the post was published, fans who had been following the controversy surrounding Boss Lu and his recent marriage announcement gathered once again.

There are trolls brainwashed by Nan Fang, rational neutrals who sympathize with Zhu Dake, and of course, the most formidable group is Xiao Liu's own fans.

The latter's focus is quite peculiar; it seems they simply don't have the time to care about the life or death of pig manure.

First, the washing machine was furious for the sake of a beautiful woman, then Mulan took her husband's place in the army. If we don't ship this couple, when the hell will we ever get around to it?
"What kind of amazing family is this? Washing Machine is in charge of skills, Sisi is in charge of emotions, and Pig Manure is gone as soon as it shows its face."

"Nanfang has been targeting Boss Lu for quite some time now, it's really annoying. Madam, you did a good job scolding him this time!"

"When academic debate meets the truth, Grofsky's theory becomes the most romantic love letter, written by Liu Qianqian, the most affectionate person in the Chinese entertainment industry, haha!"

"Sissi's face is too amazing, and your view on the history of love is too authoritative. Fine, I'll just have to accept the washing machine for now! I'll kowtow to it for a bit first!"

In the realm of public opinion, the logic of using one trending topic to suppress another always holds true.

Liu Yifei's post will obviously have a greater impact online than Nanfang, who focuses on offline sales.

Because her identity as an actress and female celebrity has long since transcended the traditional boundaries, she is no longer simply a figure or label within the entertainment industry.

Justice resides in the hearts of the people. Offline, Nanfang firmly defended her position in public opinion, while online, conscientious netizens launched a major counterattack in public opinion, showing their support for Lu Kuan.

This was the expected sequence of events following the earthquake and the opening ceremony. Compared to such a monumental achievement, Zhu Nanfang's smear campaign seems more like a desperate measure by the opponents.

Unfortunately, Chairman Liu had encountered a tricky situation and could only secretly prepare for a surprise attack while simultaneously launching probing attacks.

Just as he told his daughter Liu Qin, the goal was not to destroy Wenjie, but to incorporate and acquire shares in it like harvesting state-owned assets.

At 8 p.m., Liu Yifei, who had just finished swimming, returned to the villa’s living room, where Boss Lu was leaning on the sofa drawing storyboard sketches for “Ball Lightning”.

"Huh? You're back so early again today? Did you see my Weibo post?"

The girlfriend put her boyfriend's legs together, plopped down on him, and hugged his neck affectionately.

Her wet hair fell over Lu Kuan's shoulders, and the soft skin of her inner thighs clung to the fabric of his trousers. Water droplets slid slowly down the curves of her calves, leaving a few glistening watermarks on the sofa.

Boss Lu instinctively held her slender waist, his hand finding it warm and smooth. Immediately, his body felt an irresistible urge to take on her delicate task.

He put down the manuscript and pulled the girl's buttocks down: "I saw it. I want to repay you, with my body!"

"No need! I've already had breakfast, so let's not talk about dinner tonight. Besides, you haven't exercised today." Xiao Liu remained unmoved and continued talking about his proud "masterpiece".

"Don't you think my literary skills have improved a lot? After I finished writing it, I looked back at it several times, and I was thinking about it during rehearsal this afternoon!"

Lu Kuan smiled and said, "People like to look back after they've finished pooping; it's a biological instinct. I wonder what fairy poop looks like?"

Liu Yifei chuckled, amused: "Didn't you already have dinner?"

"what!"

The girl's delicate buttocks were attacked by An Lushan's claws, and the washing machine mercilessly dug its five fingers deep into her, unable to extricate itself.

Xiao Liu said coquettishly, "Just tell me if I'm touched or not! I racked my brains to come up with so many nice words!"

"Don't move. Sit back a bit, or it'll break."

"Ha ha!"

After showering and changing into their pajamas, the young couple sat facing each other in the study on the second floor, drinking tea and reading.

Lu Kuan was driven to distraction by his girlfriend who was still pestering him, so he could only smile and praise her, saying, "Consider this a great achievement. I was thinking of how to push him a little further to see if I could find any clues."

"Your popularity as a queen has put a lot of pressure on them online, and it might have an effect."

Liu Yifei exclaimed in surprise, "You also think something's not right, right? Actually, Su Chang and I found it a bit strange when we saw Zhu Dake's post that day." (Chapter 460)
"Really? What's so strange about that? Let me hear the brilliant insights of this female strategist."

Xiao Liu pondered for a moment and said, "Zhu Dake has always been the kind of person who seeks good fortune and avoids misfortune, just like when he launched a critique of Xie Jin under a certain ideological trend back then."

"His past attacks on you were the withdrawal of 'The Drummer' from the Golden Horse Awards in Taiwan, the failure of 'The Thief' to win a major award at Cannes, the poor box office performance of 'Tangshan' at the beginning of its run, and now 'Sky'."

"Such people are best at judging the situation. Why would they try to cause trouble when the opening ceremony was a success and your reputation was at its peak?"

Boss Lu nodded: "So?"

"So, looking through Zhu Dake to see the instigator, Old Man Liu, was his instruction, which was to cooperate with his strategic actions against you."

With Liu Yifei's abilities, that's all she could deduce. She pouted cutely and spread her hands: "As for how he's going to target you, I have no idea, and I can't even imagine it."

"Teacher Lu, please give me a lesson!"

Liu Yifei rested her chin on her hand, her elbow propped on the edge of the desk, her slender fingertips unconsciously tapping her cheek.

She tilted her head slightly, a few strands of half-dry hair falling across her eyebrows, gleaming with a honey-colored sheen under the warm light of the desk lamp.

"Well, to figure out what Liu Chuanzhi is trying to do, we first need to make a basic assessment of the strength of our own and the enemy's forces."

Boss Lu said seriously, "First of all, Lianxiang and Taishan Club do not have a direct competitive relationship with Wenjie. The pillar enterprises and industries of Taishan Club are technology and real estate, and even the only Internet companies are Ali and Baidu."

"The competition between Ali and Wenjie Mall, and between Huayi and Wenjie, is a direct and fierce battle. They can use any means necessary to target me, but Liu Chuanzhi doesn't need to."

"If I were him, the best decision would be to watch and wait for us to decide the winner, so that I can steal the spoils or become the final bargaining chip on the scales of victory and gain control of the narrative."

Lu Kuan looked at Liu Yifei, who was listening intently, and paused, then said, "So, here's the question—"

"If Liu Chuanzhi had already prepared for this 'win-win' situation, then on the other hand, he would use Zhu Nanfang's public opinion pressure to teach me, a junior in the business world, a lesson."

"What about Huayi and Ali? How did he gain control of them? Ali didn't accept any investment other than Yahoo and SoftBank, and Ma Yun is clearly not an entrepreneur who is easily subdued."

"He's already making moves against powerful companies in the industry to prepare for future gains. So where are his plans for Ali and Huayi? Obviously, he can't be the one to take the lead in destroying his own member companies. So how will he control Lao Ma?"

Liu Yifei frowned, lost in thought.

That's right! Liu Chuanzhi is not a second-rate person like Huayi who is forced to jump up and down, nor would he so easily gamble everything and start a war with Wenjie.

Where does he find a way to reap the benefits?
Xiao Liu had already racked his brains for a brilliant article that afternoon while working on his "road maintenance" duties, but now, faced with this complicated situation, the more he thought about it, the more his head ached.

Do you know what it is?

Lu Kuan took a sip of tea and smiled, "Of course I didn't know! That's why I praised your article."

"Now that Nanfang's scheme against me has backfired, let's see what other tricks this old chairman has up his sleeve and if he can reveal any more flaws."

"It would be best if this flaw existed, but if not..." Boss Lu's expression turned slightly somber: "We can only deal with it as it comes."

The transmigrator is not an omnipotent and omniscient cheat; based on the limited information and his understanding of Chairman Liu, he can only deduce this much at most.

In fact, he had considered whether to intercept the equity that the Chinese Academy of Sciences was transferring to Lu Zhiqiang of Oceanwide Holdings next September, to give this business magnate a shock like a visionary.

This was the final step in the privatization of Lianxiang, and it ultimately fulfilled the old chairman's "great cause for the ages, unifying the world," which was of great significance to him.

However, the difficulty level is quite high, and the transfer conditions set by the Chinese Academy of Sciences are quite stringent, practically tailor-made for them:

Registered capital ≥ 40 billion yuan, net profit ≥ 8 million yuan/year in the past three years, and must have a controlling listed company in the financial, energy, or real estate sectors.

This is called targeted enrollment.

Moreover, doing so would mean breaking ties with someone and going to war, instead of the current situation where everyone is testing each other in the public sphere.

Whether or not we're afraid is another matter. What we're waiting for now is for the financial crisis to improve, for overseas CDS to be cashed in, and for domestic companies to spin off and go public, so we can completely get rid of our fear of insufficient firepower.

There is absolutely no need to confront an objectively stronger opponent head-on right now.

Add to that the number that Leader Liu pointed out with his fingers that day.

That would be extremely unwise.

Business battles are not about acting on impulse; as a leader, Lu Kuan must maintain his strategic focus.

Even though Wenjie is far from being a fish in a pond right now, it still needs to wait for the financial crisis to end before it can turn misfortune into good fortune and transform into a dragon.

"Your reply was disjointed. At this moment, I'm reminded of the hot spring..."

Jay Chou hadn't finished singing Liu Yifei's "The Promised Happiness" when the phone owner pressed the call button, interrupting him.

"thinking?"

"What? Oh! Okay, you can investigate and see if it's useful."

Lu Kuan continued drawing storyboards without looking up: "What happened to Yang Siwei?"

Liu Yifei was a little confused, seemingly not fully understanding the content of the conversation: "There was a fan from Shanghai who said he was Zhu Dake's student."

"She has a rather... problematic piece of information about the research project Zhu Dake is currently working on, and she wants to explain the situation in a way that might be helpful to you."

"Ok?"

Mr. Lu's "Northwest Weapons Testing Ground" had just been completed, and he looked at his girlfriend curiously upon hearing this.

(End of this chapter)