Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 541 The Anti-French Alliance Collapses, Iron Egg Gets Drunk on Milk

On the evening of September 30, at No. 24, Daxingfeng Hutong, Xicheng District.

The old chairman returned to Beiping weary from his journey, preoccupied with his own thoughts, and invited the three former members of the "axis of evil" to a farewell dinner.

After the mixed-ownership reform was finalized and he reluctantly accepted the unequal treaty from Wenjie, he had already informed Baidu, Ali, and Wanda in advance to suspend all subsidy activities that had not yet been launched. He then rushed to the United States to handle Liu Qin's bail matters.

Only after the situation became slightly more optimistic did he invite a few people to a small gathering under the pretext of apologizing, and formally inform and persuade the other three to accept this unfortunate Waterloo.

Napoleon shifted the blame to the anti-French coalition at Waterloo.

It has been 15 months since June 20th last year, when Lao Ma, nicknamed Feng Qingyang, took an unconventional approach and launched a surprise attack on Wenjie by starting with Damai.cn's online ticketing service.

Admittedly, whether it's the surge in registered users of Alipay and its online store, the continued improvement in per-screen output brought about by Wanda's membership system and increased film scheduling, or Baidu's massive profits from traffic and advertising through bidding and channel fees—

Undeniably, Ma Yun's proposed solution was one of the solutions that could reverse the disadvantage of being repeatedly defeated by PaymentTong under the competitive situation at that time.

Unfortunately, human calculations are no match for divine calculations, and the Axis of Evil encountered someone who understood divine calculations.

Wang Sicong rushed over and, led by a waiter, entered the courtyard that had been converted from Mei Lanfang's former residence.

The place still retains the blue bricks and gray tiles from the Republican era. Above the door is a plaque inscribed by Mei Baojiu, and there is a small plum blossom copper nail as a mark.

Unfortunately, the second-generation rich kids who rushed over from the city government's "Film Festival Preparation Symposium" didn't have much time to slowly visit and appreciate the exhibits this time.

"I'll do it myself." Afraid that the waiter would overhear some secrets that he wouldn't tell outsiders, he carefully pushed open the door to the private room, just as Old Ma's slightly tragic sigh reached his ears.

"Old Chairman, aren't you pushing the brothers to the brink of despair?" Feng Qingyang, usually the most witty of all, said with a bitter expression, "Liu Qin got into trouble, and you told us to go to America to deal with it first. We waited."

"For the past two weeks, everyone has been on tenterhooks, and then you come back and tell us this kind of news. How are we supposed to accept it?"

"How can I accept this?" He couldn't control his emotions and slammed his glass down hard. Wang Jianlin, who was next to him, silently patted Lao Ma on the shoulder.

Seeing that no one in the room, including his father, was interested in talking to him at the moment, Wang Sicong obediently found a place to sit down, keeping his eyes down and his mouth shut.

Liu Chuanzhi was the first to turn his attention to Wang Sicong. His eyes behind his thick glasses held a strange and indescribable feeling. Perhaps seeing Wang Sicong reminded him of his daughter, whose bail procedures were not yet complete.

"Ma Yun." The old chairman slowly removed his glasses, gently wiping the lenses with his sleeve, his fingertips trembling slightly. "55% stake in Damai.cn, the patent package for Lianxiang's mobile phone business, and a board seat at Lianxiang..."

He read each item aloud, each number sounding like an obituary, "All of these combined, I can't even guarantee Xiaoqin's personal safety right now."

The reform and opening-up pacesetter, the leader of the Taishan Club, and the once-powerful business tycoon of mainland China, hunched over uncontrollably, his voice hoarse.
"Lu Kuan has driven me to the edge of a cliff. You... please don't be the ones to push me off, okay?"

Ma Yun felt uncomfortable hearing this. "We're just discussing the matter at hand, why are you bringing up feelings again?"
It was your own idea to provoke that person several times. Everyone was just following Damai.cn to bring some benefits to their main business. Even if it was a so-called "sneak attack" to enter this field ahead of time, it was just a normal business tactic.

Now, if you get into trouble, everyone else is dragged down with you. What kind of rule is that?
But he simply couldn't bring himself to smash the glass right now as a signal, glare angrily at the old chairman, and shout, "Does your daughter's life matter, but the life and death of our company doesn't?"

Wang Jianlin felt he should also make a statement. He had always remained outside the Taishan Club, only discussing business and not personal grudges.

Wanda had already prepared a backup plan long ago. Targeting the advantages of Damai.cn and Wenjie Ticketing, it designed its own online ticketing system. Even if Wanda was unable to promote it, it could still provide guidance on operations that affect per-screen output, such as scheduling and merchandise sales, through so-called "big data".

The term "big data" is very fashionable now. It was first proposed by the American journal Nature last year, and then The Economist elaborated on it again.

“President Liu, we all have children, I understand how you feel.” Wang Jianlin said silently, “I only have one request: in fact, each of us has spent a lot of money on subsidies these past two months.”

“Wenjie has acquired the shares, and these are users that he can naturally convert. I demand that the fair value of the shares be reassessed.”

These words made Lao Ma even more bitter and resentful, because these were all users who were linked to Damai.cn and Alipay!
Transferring equity is equivalent to transferring all rights and assets. Once the connection is severed, all that is needed is for the user's backend, Alipay, and the Wenjie system to bridge the gap, and the assets will become ammunition in the enemy's hands.

These are the more than 20 million paying customers that Alipay painstakingly gained over 15 months, all of whom are about to become empty shells that have only made one or two purchases, all brought to the world by the old chairman, this traitor.

How could he not be consumed by jealousy and hatred at this moment!

To be honest, the other two people couldn't really empathize with the alien's slightly distorted face.

Robin Li remains as refined as ever. The setback at Damai.cn may have annoyed him a little, but it's far from being a serious blow.
Wang Jianlin's intention was to achieve mutual benefit through cooperation. He maintained a distant relationship with the other three members of the Taishan Club, and this opportunity allowed him to step back and bring his experience in online ticketing to Wanda's system. He didn't expect to unify other cinema chains.

He didn't have the resources either.

It's always a good thing that someone takes the lead, so Liu Chuanzhi immediately agreed to his request and looked at Li Yanhong with a hopeful expression.

The latter shook his head helplessly, feeling that he no longer needed to get involved in such a dangerous business struggle, since the only conflict between Lu Kuan and Baidu was his shares in Google.

“I’ll listen to the old chairman. This matter has gone beyond basic business and needs to get back on track.”

The refined and cultured Robin Li glanced at the old chairman and raised his glass with gentlemanly manners: "I think we can all have some empathy."

boom!
"To hell with empathy!" The wine glass smashed on the blue brick floor, shards of porcelain flying everywhere, red wine spilling like blood.

Ma Yun suddenly stood up, the chair legs scraping against the brick surface with a screeching sound. He braced himself on the table with both hands, the veins on his neck bulging. His usually mocking "alien" face was now twisted into a near-grotesque expression.

"You're all pretending to be saints! You're unwilling to push the old chairman to his death? Then who's going to care about my life or death when I'm pushed to the edge of a cliff?!"

“Jianlin should understand what I feel. What’s it like to have someone chasing after you like this!” Old Ma’s eyes were red. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had lost his composure like this.

"Taobao's e-commerce data no longer has much of an advantage. A few days ago, news circulated in the express delivery industry that Wenjie Mall would have a big move in November, but no one knows what it will be."

"He took away 2000 million users from Damai.cn who had linked their bank cards. Even if Alipay still has some regular customers left, with this shift in power, is there any chance for us to turn things around?"

Ma Yun's voice was hoarse with anxiety, as if it had been sanded: "Baidu makes money by doing nothing with search, and Wanda has real estate backing it up, but we can't afford to suffer such a setback. Once Taobao's e-commerce data is overtaken, Taobao will be on its death countdown."

We can't win by fighting, and we can't afford to burn it.

Even with SoftBank's backing, if the situation deteriorates completely, will Japanese investors still have the courage to gamble on themselves?

But considering all the trials and tribulations along the way, and the current situation we face, is it really because our strategy was flawed?

In 2008 of her previous life, Ma Yun proposed the "DaTaoBao Strategy" to transform into a B2C model, splitting off and establishing "Tmall Mall" to provide genuine product guarantees, invoice services, and after-sales standards, thereby changing her image of counterfeit and shoddy goods.
In 2009, "Double 11" was launched to stimulate online transactions and test the carrying capacity of the B2C platform. Within three years, the total sales volume increased from 52 million to 5200 billion!
In 2011, it obtained a payment license and launched a legendary financial business that was like "an ant moving the earth," while avoiding compliance risks.

In four years, through three stages of steady progress, it has become one of the giants of China's internet industry.

The strategy in this life is almost the same, and they were even forced to use channels like Damai.cn to successfully accumulate a large number of users who had their bank cards linked.

If it weren't for the drama involving Lianxiang and the former chairman, Ali would have had the confidence and potential to continue catching up with PaymentTong while maintaining its advantages in e-commerce.

But now?

Looking at the three silent people in the room, he felt a sense of melancholy and stagnation in his heart, with nowhere to vent it.

Swallow, but cannot swallow; spit, but cannot spit out.

The private room fell into a sudden, deathly silence. Wang Jianlin frowned and glanced at the wine stains that had splashed onto the hem of his suit. Li Yanhong's empathy seemed to have temporarily failed him. The old chairman's fingertips tapped unconsciously on the edge of the table, the rhythm erratic.

Of all the people present, only Wang Sicong had a more expressive face. He timidly shrank his neck, his eyes darting back and forth among the crowd. This scene was more suffocating than any fight he had ever seen in a nightclub.

Ma Yun's chest heaved a little calmer as she made a last-ditch effort: "President Liu, is there... is there really no way? Or can you tell me what trouble Liu Qin is in, and if there's anything we can do to help?"

Everyone turned to look at Liu Chuanzhi. No one knew what had happened to Liu Qin abroad, and no inside information had been leaked about the closed bidding that day.

"You can't help, and no one can help. This isn't about money or power." The old chairman seemed to have some secrets to hide, and he looked utterly disheartened.

“I’ll just tell you one thing.” He stretched out his withered, twig-like fingers to reach for his glass, gritting his back teeth in hatred. “Americans are all ungrateful scum. Don’t count on them, and don’t trust them.”

Heaven help me, this basin of "black water" that fell from the sky by the washing machine almost turned the old chairman into a red heart.

Wang Sicong was taken aback by the old chairman's miserable and indignant expression. How much injustice had he suffered in New York over the past two weeks?

The second-generation real estate tycoon often travels to the United States, and he could almost imagine that during this time, the old man was running around like a caged beast.

He dragged his aged body around, groveling in the cold office buildings of Manhattan, pleading for help from his former Goldman Sachs colleagues in broken English.
He sat alone in his hotel room late at night, staring at the electronic ankle monitor sent by the bail court, his daughter's gaunt face flashing in and out of the blue light on the screen.

Wang Sicong sighed and drank a glass of wine. At that moment, the image of the young tiger who had been dominating the city government platform during the day appeared in his mind, his eyes burning with the flames of predation.

The one in front of us seems to have lost all its teeth, and its eyes are now as cloudy as a dying ember.

Ma Yun shook his head with a wry smile, having no more desire to argue with the old chairman. He picked up the jacket from the armrest of the chair and put it on: "Ali...I'm leaving the Taishan Club."

"Farewell, everyone."

Old Ma, who had just lost control of his emotions, had calmed down. After being utterly desperate, he even showed a carefree and open-minded demeanor, and turned to push open the door to leave.

Looking back on the past few years, I only stumbled at Huayi, which was planted by the time traveler seven years ago. I thought that cooperating with a top big shot like Chairman Liu would not be too much of a loss.
But the result still left people feeling bitter.

The old chairman he had found, whom he thought could withstand anything even if the sky fell, almost had his head smashed open this time.

Unfortunately, in this life there isn't an omniscient and omnipotent judge to tell him:

Every step you took was correct, and you even did your best to adapt, but you encountered a time traveler who had foreseen everything.

Crimes other than war.

……

No one tried to persuade him to stay, because they didn't know what to say if they did.

Wang Sicong was at least polite enough to lift his bottom slightly off the stool, and the creaking of the wooden door once again separated the two worlds.

The old chairman glanced at the three remaining people at the table—Wang Jianlin, Li Yanhong, and Wang Jianlin—and looked out at the night view of Beiping, his eyes flickering with emotion.

“Jianlin is fifty-five this year, Ma Yun is forty-five, and Yanhong is forty-one. You are all still at an age where you can still stumble and fall.”

The plaque inscribed by Mei Lanfang cast a shadow overhead. The old chairman pointed a trembling index finger at his temple and said, "I'm sixty-five."

“During this period, I often thought about what exactly makes Lu Kuan so strong and so terrifying, and why we stumbled without even realizing it.”

"Sometimes it's a small stumble, and you can quickly gain an advantage afterward. Sometimes it's a big stumble, like this time with Lianxiang. To get back up, it will almost cost him half his life."

Wang Jianlin and his son, along with Li Yanhong, listened silently to his rambling, treating it as just listening to a disheartened old man ramble on, knowing that future opportunities for cooperation were slim.

After a few drinks, Liu Chuanzhi's complexion seemed to have become a little rosier. "I can't figure out the answer, and I don't want to believe those nonsense stories about him being some kind of minor deity."

"If I had to name the one thing I most envy or am jealous of about him..." He gripped his wine glass tightly, veins bulging and snaking among his age spots, and downed it in one gulp:
"All I can say is that he's very young! He's too young!"

"If I were that age now, even if I were beaten to a pulp and crawling under a bridge, as long as I didn't die, I could still shout at the top of my lungs—"

"Thirty years east of the river! Thirty years west of the river!"

The old chairman, whom Li Shoucheng jokingly said had had his spine removed, shouted these words loudly, but then immediately became dejected, as if it were just a last gasp before death.

"Thirty years from now, Lu Kuan's son may have taken over his father's business, and Wenjie will still stand firmly."

"But what about me? In another thirty years, I'll probably be nothing but dust."

He swallowed a glass of wine with difficulty, tears streaming down his cloudy eyes: "Tell me, what other way can I continue to fight Lu Kuan to the death?"

"I have no choice but to swallow my pride and beg you all to give me a way out..."

Having said all that, no one is shameless. Looking at the old chairman's withered fingers tightly gripping the wine glass, the bulging blue veins on the back of his hand meandered like withered vines among the age spots.

It seemed as if he had aged a lot in just a moment. His eyes behind the glasses were cloudy and yellowish, and his eye bags were so swollen that they looked like two water-filled sacs.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group left.

The "anti-French alliance," which was initiated by Ma Yun last June and lasted for nearly 16 months, has officially collapsed.

The old chairman poured himself a drink and drank for a while, then took out his phone and dialed a number with an indifferent expression.

"Hello? Hello, Chairman Liu."

“I’ve done what I needed to do. Damai.cn has collapsed, and Ma Yun and Ali are now facing a dead end.” The old chairman said thoughtfully, “I also told Ma Yun a few days ago that now, apart from you, there is no one who can save Ali.”

"Even if Mount Tai has money, fighting against a system like Wenjie is not a matter of money at all. Although we parted on bad terms today, I believe that with his vision, he will come to his senses."

"Find him yourself when you have time to discuss cooperation and investment."

"I think that when a person is at their wit's end, that is when their will is least firm."

The sound of light, drizzling rain could be heard from the other end of the phone, followed by a calm reply: "Okay, thank you."

"I promise you this is valid. If you need funds in the future, we can lend them to you legally and compliantly, but there's one thing..."

The old chairman said calmly, "I know that no one will know about this. When we need to repurchase Lianxiang's shares next year or the year after, you can find a shell company."

beep...

Little Ma needed the right opportunity, and the old chairman provided it. Now, let's just watch the power struggle between Little Ma and Little Ma—

One side suspects that Wenjie has poached Zhang Xiaolong to develop communications, while the other's core business is already in a strategic predicament. Will they, and how will they, reach a cooperation agreement under the pressure of the massive Wenjie system? (Chapter 533)
Typhoon Molave ​​made landfall in Shenzhen, bringing torrential rain and strong winds to Nanshan Science and Technology Park. The lights in the conference room at Tencent's headquarters stayed on almost all night.
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On the morning of October 1st, the following day, a quick glance at the temporary viewing platform on the west side of Tiananmen Gate Tower revealed that it was already filled with guests dressed in formal attire.

The temporary viewing platforms are located on both sides of Tiananmen Gate Tower. They were built specifically for the celebrations and feature a red base with white railings. The style is consistent with the original permanent viewing platforms to ensure visual harmony and unity.

Lu Kuan, as a "representative of artists who have made outstanding contributions to the country," stood in the front row, dressed in a dark Zhongshan suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He was quite the figurehead among non-political figures.

When he left home in the morning, Liu Yifei specially made him look older with makeup. With his hands folded in front of him and his solemn expression, he didn't look too out of place among the people around him who were generally over fifty or sixty years old.

"Look! Look, Daddy! Can you see the tallest and most handsome one?" In Wenyuhe Prefecture, Liu Yifei excitedly stood in front of the TV in the living room, holding her 5-month-old daughter.

The screen was showing a live broadcast of the Tiananmen Rostrum viewing platform, with the camera slowly panning left and right, introducing the important people attending today.

"That's Daddy, can you recognize him?" Liu Yifei looked down at her daughter, gently tapping the screen with her fingertip, as if teaching her to identify him. Lu Youyou stared blankly at the TV with her big, bright eyes, her little mouth slightly open, seemingly curious about the flashing images.

Her gaze followed her mother's finger, and suddenly she cried out "Eeya!" and made a grasping motion in the air with her little hand, as if in response to something.

Unfortunately, she didn't recognize her "presentable" father on TV; she was startled by the sudden sound of military music and then excitedly snuggled up in her mother's arms.

Xiao Liu assumed she had recognized her husband and excitedly looked up at her best friend Jing Tian, ​​who was holding her son: "Come here, Tian Tian, ​​the camera will pan over there again later. Bring Tie Dan to meet his dad."

But at first glance...

Her own son, Liu Tiedan, was nestled in Jing Tian's arms, his little face almost buried in the girl's chest, his chubby little hands unconsciously tugging at his aunt's collar, looking like a "drunk grandma."

With no one else at home, Da Tiantian was wearing only a loose T-shirt. The neckline was already soft, and when Tie Dan nudged her, it opened slightly, revealing a hint of her curves.

She was amused by the little guy's actions, and gently poked his chubby cheek. She said helplessly to Liu Yifei, "I wanted to point it out to Tiedan like you did, but Youyou pricked up his ears to listen to the military music, and he didn't react..."

"This son of mine is having so much fun that he doesn't even think about his father!" Xiao Liu said with a laugh, watching his son curl up in a ball with his eyes closed, nestled in a warm embrace. "When Bingbing came to our house after the premiere of 'The Founding of a Republic' last month, he looked just like this. It was hilarious, haha."

This is actually a baby's innate instinct to find food. Da Tian Tian's curves are full, her clothes are soft, and she has just been given formula and hasn't had her clothes changed yet. She still has a faint milky smell, which is like a magnet attracting iron filings to this little baby.

The little washing machine smacked its lips, its bright black eyes half-closed, looking completely blissful, even making soft "hmm" sounds, as if protesting its mother's interruption of its blissful moment.

"Come here, hold Youyou." Xiao Liu, afraid that Jing Tian would be embarrassed, reached out to lift her son's bottom. "You little pervert! Your dad is winning glory for the country on the city wall, and you're at home acting like a hooligan with your aunt, huh?"

Tie Dan immediately became unhappy when his mother pulled him. He kicked his short legs and protested with "ah ah" sounds, looking just like an angry little pufferfish whose milk bottle had been taken away.

Jing Tian laughed so hard she almost fell over, then quickly covered Tie Dan's round head: "Oh, never mind, don't pull him, he'll start crying and we won't be able to comfort him!"

The little one in Liu Yifei's arms protested again with "ee-ee-ya-ya," clearly wanting to return to the same angle as before to watch TV. She didn't recognize her father, but she was very sensitive to the colorful images and rhythmic military music.

"Oh, you want to see Daddy? How about Daddy comes back tonight and hugs you?" At this moment, the two women, holding the child, moved a little further away from the TV to prevent the bright light from the screen from hurting their eyes.

Da Tiantian sat on the sofa, while the "shameless" Liu Tiedan was still "biting" at her. He was indeed toothless, so he could only make his aunt feel itchy.

If it were my dad instead...

The girl looked at the man on the TV screen: "Teacher Lu, do you miss your child a lot while you're out here?"

"Him? He doesn't seem to care, but we video chat for a while every day anyway." Liu Yifei laughed. "The filming in Qingdao was originally scheduled to wrap up after National Day, but I heard they rushed to finish it by staying up all night."

Science fiction films often use green screens or real studios, where lighting is fully controllable and unaffected by sunrise or sunset. In particular, RED or ARRI Alexa series cameras can still maintain image quality in low-light environments without relying on strong natural light.

With the technical expertise and execution capabilities of the Wenjie team, they were able to work late into the night to ensure quality while still managing to wrap up filming early and go home to spend time with their children.

It can only be said that even the most hardcore director can't resist the call of a daughter's babbling videos.

"You're leaving for Canada this month, are you sure you can make it?" The little washing machine in Jing Tian's arms was so drunk that it was almost fainting, and even the girl holding him spoke softly.

"Of course I can't go. I'm still breastfeeding, and I've been kidnapped by these two kidnappers."

Xiao Liu reached out and pinched Youyou's chubby little face, her tone both doting and helpless: "Director Zhu from Peking Union Medical College Hospital said that breastfeeding is best done for more than six months, so I'm thinking of just waiting until the end of the year."

“If we suddenly leave them for a few days now, it will not only affect their nutritional intake, but may also cause them separation anxiety and emotional instability.”

She looked at Jing Tian and teased, "You're going to film Lin Yun's mother's scenes with the crew, remember your task?"

"Huh? What mission?" Da Tiantian looked completely bewildered.

Liu Yifei said, half-jokingly, "Be careful on the wide road, don't let his cronies lead you astray, those Americans like Harvey and Quentin are a real mess!"

"I heard that he also wants to help Zhang Yimou talk to Leonardo DiCaprio about the role in 'The Flowers of War'. Leonardo DiCaprio is no good either."

"You need to be more discerning, understand?"

Jing Tian was embarrassed and was about to say that she didn't have his skills, and that the task was too difficult...

Fearing she was setting a trap, she decided to directly retort: ​​"How can you be like this, Liu Yifei? You've been married for over a year and still don't trust Teacher Lu at all?"

"You did this in front of Youyou and Tiedan! Their father was just watching the National Day ceremony at Tiananmen Square. Even my uncle can't go there!"

Da Tiantian looked at someone with an air of "wasteful generosity": "We're both a couple living together, how can there be such a big difference in how we treat each other!"

She laughed as she spoke, then glanced at Xiao Liu, who had a dark expression and was about to get up, and quickly threatened, "Hey, hey, don't come any closer! Tie Dan is still in my hands!"

Liu Yifei has been bullying Jing Tian for years, but now she's turned around and started throwing mud at her. This big-breasted, brainless girl is finally starting to get her brains!

"Jing Tian, ​​you think you're all grown up now? I'll deal with you when I have the chance!"

"Ha ha!"

After laughing and joking around for a while, Liu Xiaoli, having finished her work in the garden, went inside and took the twins to bed, leaving only Liu Yifei and Liu Yifei to watch TV and wait for lunch, feeling extremely bored.

Today, Da Tian Tian just went out for a routine visit, plus accompanied Xiao Liu to dance practice to lose weight, planning to find a suitable time to debut on a video website as "Very Sweet".

It's not a legitimate business, just something to have fun with.

Two best friends were snuggled on the sofa watching TV when they switched to Hunan TV, where the familiar music and lines played.

Because "Boys Over Flowers" suffered a major setback with the Korean Wave, they pulled out "My Fair Princess" to save the day, a common tactic, but the plot was still very entertaining.

Jing Tian looked at Jin Suo on the screen and chatted casually: "It seems like there are a lot of Qing Dynasty dramas in the industry this year. Yang Mi has taken on a time-travel drama adapted from a novel, and Zheng Xiaolong, that director from the Beijing circle, is also preparing to launch a long-form project."

"I asked you, why didn't you answer?"

"There aren't any really suitable roles, and I think my Qing Dynasty costume looks a bit strange." Da Tian Tian now knows how to analyze the strengths and weaknesses of scripts, but she collaborates with Wenjie through her studio, unlike other artists who are so tightly bound to the platform.

Liu Yifei nodded: "The two you mentioned are both adapted from novels. Qing Dynasty dramas are relatively easy to research, and they also have the influence of 'Princess Pearl'."

"I've seen an internal survey report from the industry. The TV drama market is different now than before. Women are now the main viewers, so there are more historical dramas, palace intrigue, family feuds, and power struggles geared towards women."

"But it seems that Wenjie is not very willing to do Qing Dynasty backgrounds. Instead, Zhong Lifang and others have bought a lot of books from other dynasties. I read two books when I was pregnant, one from the Song Dynasty and one from a fictional era."

She suddenly remembered something: "I've read that book called 'Nirvana in Fire,' there's a princess in it you could try. The one set in the Song Dynasty is called 'The Story of Minglan' or something, I can't quite remember."

"The plot and character design are basically geared towards female audiences, which means they are catering to the market."

Jing Tian was very excited: "Okay, then I'll read the novel first!"

These were all things Liu Yifei used to pass the time during her pregnancy. "The Story of Minglan" was adapted from the novel of the same name by the online writer Guanxin Zeluan. It was serialized on Jinjiang Literature City in 06-07. "Nirvana in Fire" was also a work published on Qidian Chinese Female Network at the same time.

Film and television works are meant to showcase the spirit of the times and social issues, in order to attract the audience's attention and capture their minds.

For example, LeEco Culture, which received investment from coal mine owners in this life and was reorganized into a film and internet company, produced the hugely popular TV series "Dwelling Narrowness" in July of this year. Although there were some controversies along the way due to the sensitive plot, it still managed to smoothly transition thanks to the background of the Xishan Gang and achieved a great social impact. (Chapter 503)
This corresponds to the contemporary phenomenon of mortgage slaves.

Therefore, Travel Channel will also air a drama called "Naked Wedding Era" during this year's Spring Festival. It is common for literary and artistic works to follow trends. Otherwise, if you watch old themes again after this period, you will not be able to get such high popularity and discussion.

One of the most significant characteristics of the Chinese entertainment industry in the 2.0 era is the accelerated pace of IP development, which is also determined by the characteristics of coal-based capital.

Their initial accumulation of wealth was crude and extremely fast, which meant they couldn't cultivate various IPs and build a company foundation like Wenjie did; all they wanted was quick money.

At this stage, quick money is made by leveraging the fan base accumulated by the novel's IP to adapt it into a film or television series, pairing it with popular actresses, and quickly producing films using large-scale Qing Dynasty palace scenes in places like Hengdian, selling the copyrights and recouping the investment.

Given that Zheng Xiaolong and other veteran Beijing celebrities were predominantly Manchu, the popularity of Qing Dynasty dramas during this period was to be expected.

When internet capital re-enters the market, this quick-money route will generate various derivative lines, with the ultimate goal of turning film and television works into tools for laundering money, boosting stock prices, and illegal fundraising.

Bizarre and varied, a wide array of things.

……

The grand military parade celebrating the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China featured the Dongfeng-21D anti-ship ballistic missile and the Hongqi-9 air defense missile, which made their debut, drawing gasps from foreign media.

The aerial formation roared past, with the KJ-2000 early warning aircraft leading a wedge-shaped formation of J-10 and J-11 fighters, leaving behind a dazzling trail of colored smoke.

Mr. Lu, who had a fantastic view from the viewing platform, exclaimed how exciting it was, thinking to himself that he definitely wanted to try watching a modern war movie someday, as just watching it was enough to get his heart racing.

The day's activities began with the morning ceremony, followed by an official meeting and discussion at noon, cultural performances, and more.

The state banquet at 4:30 pm was the most lively. As a representative of "patriotic artists with outstanding contributions", Lu Kuan was arranged to sit at a table with other guests from the cultural and sports circles to receive greetings and regards from the leaders.

During the toasting ceremony, the Olympic chief director, who had deliberately kept a low profile today, still attracted some attention, mainly because leaders with business connections to him stayed at his table for quite some time.

Encouragement, praise, small talk, and exchange—the list goes on.

The state banquet started early because there were still activities in the evening. Finally, after watching the fireworks display at around 8 p.m., the "red artists" who had been busy all day headed home.

In front of the main villa, the washing machine was about to push open the door to go upstairs when it suddenly noticed that the light in the control room was on.

He recalled how, after returning home last night, their brief separation felt like a reunion, and how he and his wife had played with tight yoga pants themed around voluptuous figures and alluring room layouts. His appetite was whetted, and he headed straight for the yoga room.

The villa's dance studio is not located in the same building as the gym. It is situated on the side of the garden, where moonlight and courtyard lights intertwine and spill out, and is connected to Liu Xiaoli's residence. It is usually reserved for her mother-in-law's use.

However, Liu Yifei is currently the main person there for postpartum recovery exercises, and it has recently been requisitioned as a dance studio.

The road winds through a cobblestone path, and you can faintly hear an electronic melody mixed with bass drum beats emanating from a vibration-damped speaker. It's "Boom Boom Pow" by the Black Eyed Peas, a street dance anthem that topped the Billboard charts for 12 consecutive weeks in 2009.

He is unfamiliar with it and doesn't understand it, but he doesn't need to understand it.

On a beautiful, moonlit night, flirt with your wife, go to a sauna, and then go upstairs for a passionate, all-night conversation.

It's National Day, so living a good, ordinary life is what makes the country prosperous and the people at peace.

Only upon closer inspection did one see the two slender figures reflected in the mirror:

Xiao Liu was wearing a cropped sports bra and yoga pants, which accentuated her peach-shaped curves. She was awkwardly using the Waacking gesture to swing her arms at the right time, and she looked like a beginner.

Jing Tianyi wore a tight-fitting sports vest with high-waisted yoga pants. The vest was stretched taut and swayed slightly with the dance moves, revealing an alluring curve at the neckline.

Liu Yifei wore her baseball cap backwards like a tomboy, and her movements were vigorous and crisp. Da Tiantian, because she had practiced ballet since childhood, had a more delicate figure, which complemented Liu Yifei's strong and powerful movements.

When the song entered the tempo-shifting section of "I'm so3008, you're so2000-and-late", the two women suddenly pressed themselves back to back. Their hair, damp with sweat, clung to their slender necks, and their thighs, clad in hot pants, were firm and full.

And there were also her soft, slightly heaving breasts...

It was absolutely stunning; the washing machine couldn't take its eyes off it.

"Hey! Lu Kuan's back." Liu Yifei spotted someone in the mirror and patted Jing Tian's shoulder with a smile.

She glanced at the triangle area where Da Tiantian might be in an awkward situation, and considerately tucked her coat around Da Tiantian's waist.

Jing Tian instantly realized what had happened, recalling the embarrassment of being "3D scanned" last time. Her pretty face flushed, and a faint itch rose within her body. (Chapter 452)
"You guys danced wonderfully! Much better than those skinny Korean girls!" Washing Machine showered her with compliments.

Xiao Liu unconsciously looked down at her chest, then at Da Tiantian who was beaming with joy after being praised, and inexplicably felt that the "country bumpkin" was a veiled reference to her.

"Teacher Lu, we've only practiced a few times, we're not very good at it yet." Jing Tian didn't know how long he had been watching, or if he had seen her particularly cool side flip followed by a helicopter leg turn.

"Ah...right?" Washing Machine coughed, raised his fist to his mouth, and then said shamelessly, "Film it when you practice next time, and I'll take some time out of my busy schedule to give you some pointers."

"You washing machine!" Liu Yifei laughed as she stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, and wrapped her arms around his neck, saying fiercely, "Do you even know anything about dance? You're the one giving instructions, and you still have the nerve to say it!"

Ignoring the presence of others, Lu Kuan lifted his wife up by her bottom and said in a serious tone, "Jing Tian, ​​you can go sleep in the guest room. I'm going to give your sister Qianqian some acting advice."

Liu Yifei gasped, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Her hips, encased in yoga pants, swayed alluringly under the light, and she was about to be forcibly taken away.

She chuckled and playfully punched her husband twice, then looked at the girl still standing there dumbfounded: "Hey, Sweetie, you should take a shower and get some rest. The room's all tidied up this afternoon, I'll call you for a swim tomorrow morning..."

"I...I understand..." Liu Yifei's voice came from afar, and Da Tiantian responded with a flushed face, but she was talking to herself instead.

She watched as Liu Yifei clung to the man like a koala, their intertwined figures casting ambiguous silhouettes on the ground as they turned the corner.

The girl regretted that her imagination was particularly rich; at that moment, the intense scene of her teacher Lu explaining action scenes to her senior sister quickly appeared in her mind.

This isn't the first or second time I've heard the wind and rain all night in my little building.

Lu Kuan gently put his wife down on the villa stairs: "Swimming my ass, do you still want to remember tomorrow? I'm leaving again in a couple of days, so you should take this opportunity to practice the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra."

Liu Yifei said irritably, "You shameless bastard, Tian Tian was just here!"

"So what if she's there? It might be good to provoke her. Don't you think she's too deeply involved?"

The washing machine, with its door closed, leisurely poured itself a cup of tea and began daydreaming, "How about turning into a kitten tonight? What about that outfit?"

"Let's warm up first, honey, the little ones will wake up again soon."

Sitting on her husband's lap, Liu Yifei poked his forehead with her finger in exasperation and said with a laugh, "You were so dignified on TV this morning, how come you're back to your old self as soon as you get home?"

The young woman took the initiative: "Tell me! Did you lose control when you saw her swaying while she was dancing?"

The washing machine felt utterly wronged: "Nonsense! I was just admiring your dance moves, okay?!"

"Really?" Liu Yifei reached for the knob, dimmed the light beside the sofa, and then began to playfully tease the washing machine with great interest:

"I went swimming and showering with Tian Tian this afternoon. Honey, you're so unlucky, you didn't see her... "

Ok?
"You bastard, you're lying!" Xiao Liu sensed something was wrong and grabbed the washing machine by the collar with a cold smile.

"What's wrong with this cat toy?!"

(End of this chapter)