Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 142 Then Let's Fight Two
"At 18:30, Kiwi will be live streaming from the 'Idol Producer' studio to discuss cyberbullying and school bullying."

These few lines of text instantly ignited the entire internet.

The studio for "Idol Producer" was in a state of chaos at this moment.

The venue, which had already finished recording, was urgently put into use, and instructions kept coming from the control room:

"Move camera number 3 to the left side of the stage!"

"Dim the lights by 10% to achieve a cinematic feel!"

"Test the live stream signal, quick!"

The executive director, Lao Zhang, wiped his sweat and complained, "What kind of last-minute addition was this? The live broadcast equipment isn't even fully set up yet."

Director Chen Gang's eyes lit up: "What do you know? Gu Yang took the initiative to come to our platform to do a live broadcast. This is an incredible amount of buzz!"

He pointed to the real-time data, "The number of reservations has already exceeded one million. It's bound to be trending on social media later!"

"Make our Idol Producer logo bigger and put it behind him!"

"Stick one on the microphone too."

In the backstage corridor, Cheng Xiao and Zhou Jieqiong were hiding at the door of the prop room, peeking at the excitement.

"Why did Gu Yang suddenly start live streaming?" Cheng Xiao asked, biting her milk tea straw, her eyes sparkling.

Zhou Jieqiong lowered her voice: "What else could it be? It's about Tian Xiwei." She pointed to the statement Jiaxing had just posted on her phone, "Isn't this obviously a prelude to war?"

"Hey, where did you get this milk tea?"

"Gu Yang bought it for me..."

? ? ? ? ?

The online arguments have escalated to this point, and he still has the mood to buy you milk tea?
besides! ! !

Why not buy her a cup?
Cheng Xiao suddenly widened her eyes: "Wait, he's not going to do it on the live stream..."

The two women exchanged a glance, then simultaneously pulled out their phones and frantically typed, each spreading this shocking gossip in their respective group chats with their best friends.

"Audio test! Is Mr. Gu Yang's microphone ready?"

"No, there's static! Switch to the backup equipment!"

"Holy crap, the number of reservations has surpassed three million!"

The CTO, watching the numbers climb relentlessly, suddenly yelled, "Contact the operations team immediately! Activate all the backup servers!"

"Teacher Gu, the live streaming equipment is ready," the assistant cautiously reminded him at the door.

Gu Yang nodded, then glanced one last time at the message Tian Xiwei had sent him on his phone.

"I'm fine, don't be impulsive...!"

"I miss you……!"

He chuckled, silenced his phone, and strode towards the makeshift live-streaming area.

"Three, two, one, start!"

The moment the live stream screen lit up, a flood of comments poured in, so fast that they were almost impossible to read.

"Honey, I'm here!"

"Sunflower seeds, peanuts, mineral water..."

"Eat melons in the front row!"

"Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, Gu Yang, you can't beat them."

Gu Yang was wearing a black turtleneck sweater today, a rare sight for him, and his tall figure looked particularly solemn under the spotlight.

Instead of greeting him with a smile as usual, he spoke directly, his voice deep and powerful:
"There has been a lot of discussion about school bullying lately."

He paused slightly, looking directly into the camera, "But what I want to say is that violence is never just about fists and scars."

The studio suddenly fell silent, with only the faint sound of the machines running.

Gu Yang tapped his fingers lightly on the table as he continued:

"Do you know what the most terrible violence is? It's when a group of people treat a person with rumors, humiliation, and isolation. That kind of invisible damage is often harder to heal than physical pain."

The barrage suddenly exploded:

Is this about Tian Xiwei?

Gu Yang is so cool!

I cried, remembering my own experience of being bullied at school.

Gu Yang's gaze seemed to pierce through the screen: "I know a girl who was falsely accused of stealing and lived under the constant whispers and pointing fingers of her classmates for three whole years. Later, the truth came out, but..."

He gave a wry smile. "No one remembers to apologize, but those hurts will forever remain in her heart."

His voice grew increasingly somber: “The cruelest thing about this kind of violence is that it doesn’t leave any visible scars, but it can make a person doubt their own worth, toss and turn at night, and even lose trust in the world.”

The comments section started scrolling wildly:
This is so true, I don't even dare to look at my classmates' group chat anymore.

The same applies to cyberbullying; keyboard warriors have no idea how hurtful their words can be.

Gu Yang is probably referring to Tian Xiwei's current situation.

“So,” Gu Yang suddenly raised his voice, “I’ve decided to move the release date of ‘Better Days’ to the 18th.”

"This isn't a publicity stunt; it's about hoping more people can understand..."

He took a deep breath, his eyes resolute: "Some violence is invisible, but it hurts more. Some wounds don't bleed, but they go deeper. Any of us can be a perpetrator or a victim. The important thing is whether we choose to remain silent or speak out when we see injustice."

The barrage was completely boiling:

[I burst into tears; isn't this exactly what Tian Xiwei is going through right now?]

Gu Yang is using the entire movie to support Tian Xiwei.

[I'm a fan of Gu Yanglu now, he's so responsible!]

[Look at those haters, every single one of your insults is violence.] [This is just hype...]

The number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded 20 million, and the server has been on the verge of crashing several times.

Gu Yang concluded by saying, "Perhaps we cannot completely eliminate violence, but at least we can choose not to be silent bystanders."

"I hope that 'Better Days' will bring more people to think and courage on December 18th."

Less than ten minutes after the live stream ended, #GuYangTalksAboutCyberbullying# and #BetterDaysMovedUpDate# surged into the top three trending topics.

A well-known film critic posted on Weibo: "Gu Yang's statement can be described as the most outspoken of the year. It both promotes the film and supports someone, killing two birds with one stone."

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the president's office of Jiaxing Media was so heavy it was almost frozen.

Zeng Jia sat in the main seat, her fingers rhythmically tapping on the mahogany desk, her gaze sweeping over each of the executives present.

As the largest shareholder and actual controller of Jiaxing, she has always been someone who doesn't show her emotions, but the slight furrow in her brows at this moment said it all.

"Is Gu Yang using Jiaxing as a stepping stone?" Yang Mi couldn't help but slam her hand on the table and stand up. "Is he using our PR crisis to promote his new film?"

Zeng Jia gestured for her to sit down, her voice calm yet authoritative: "Data shows that the pre-sale box office for 'Better Days' surged by 3000 million yuan in half an hour, and the number of people who want to see it on Douban has exceeded 50."

The people in the conference room looked at each other in bewilderment.

“Since we’re going to fight,” Zeng Jia gently pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her gaze behind the lenses sharp as a knife, “we must strike where it hurts. Isn’t Tian Xiwei his Achilles’ heel? Then let this ‘rising star’ have no future.”

Yang Mi nodded knowingly: "I'll call people right away..."

At 7:00 PM sharp, Jiaxing Media posted an announcement on its official website:

[Statement Regarding the Guidelines for Collaborating with Artists with Disgraced Records]

The article emphasizes "resolutely refusing to collaborate with artists who have ethical controversies."
Although the announcement did not name names, the accompanying image was deliberately a blurred silhouette of a woman, making it obvious to anyone with a discerning eye who it referred to.

Following this, film and television companies that have good relations with Jaywalk Studio expressed their views:
Huace Film & Television: "Prioritizing artistic ethics..."

Huanrui Century: "Boycott artists with bad records..."

Zhengwu Sunshine: "Zhengwu will never collaborate with people with moral flaws in its new drama..."

The whole network was in an uproar.

Title of a popular post on a forum:
Rational Discussion: Is Tian Xiwei's career over?

A highly-rated comment read: "Jia Xing is trying to wipe her out completely; half of the entertainment industry is blacklisting her."

On Weibo, the hashtag #TianXiweiGetOutOfTheEntertainmentIndustry# sparked a frenzy among anti-fans.
"No matter how capable Gu Yang is, can he stand against a group of capitalists?"

"Waiting for that resourceful celebrity to completely fade into obscurity!"

……

In Tian Xiwei's apartment, the air conditioner emitted a slight hum.

Yang Yutong paced anxiously back and forth in the room, the light from her phone screen reflecting on her furrowed brows.

"Weiwei, did you see Huace's statement? And Huanrui, Zhengwu Yangguang..." Her voice trembled, "This is basically a complete internet ban! You'll be banned from now on..."

"Rain Child".

Tian Xiwei interrupted softly, a gentle smile playing on her lips.

She curled up in the beanbag chair by the window, the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains and casting dappled shadows on her.

The phone screen was still showing Gu Yang's live stream, and the figure in the black turtleneck sweater seemed to be right in front of me.

Yang Yutong was stunned; she had never seen her friend with such an expression.

Those eyes, which were always brimming with stubbornness, were now as soft as a spring stream. Her fingertips gently caressed the edge of the phone, as if touching a precious dream.

"Aren't you worried?" Yang Yutong squatted down in front of her. "Those resources, endorsements..."

Tian Xiwei shook her head, her gaze falling on the snowflakes drifting outside the window: "Do you know what happens when everyone is throwing stones at you..."

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible: “There’s someone standing in front of you, picking up those stones one by one and throwing them back.”

"When the whole world is questioning you and criticizing you..."

Her fingertips unconsciously traced Gu Yang's outline on the screen. "There is someone who stands in front of you without asking any questions."

A tear slid down silently, shimmering faintly in the moonlight.

"He could have remained silent, he could have stayed out of it..."

Tian Xiwei's voice choked with emotion, "But he chose the most difficult path."

Looking at her friend's reddened eyes, Yang Yutong suddenly understood something.

Tian Xiwei gently pressed her phone against her chest, tears streaming down her face, yet a bright smile bloomed on her lips.

“I used to think that I could only rely on myself in this industry.”

Her voice trembled slightly, "But now I know that there really is someone who doesn't care about gains or losses, doesn't care about the consequences, just to protect you."

Outside the window, the snow in Shanghai is falling heavier and heavier.

But in this small apartment, it's warm and cozy.

Looking at the snow falling outside the window, Tian Xiwei realized for the first time what it felt like to be chosen so resolutely by someone.

It was like a ship that had been adrift for a long time finally finding a harbor, or like suddenly seeing the light of a lighthouse in the long night.

"The road ahead may be difficult."

She whispered, her tears glistening in the moonlight, "But when someone is willing to light a lamp for you..."

She raised her tearful eyes, her bright smile sending a shiver down Yang Yutong's spine. "Even the darkest night can become warm."

At this moment, all the grievances and fears transformed into the most tender emotions.

Tian Xiwei knew that in this world of fame and fortune, to encounter such a pure heart was already the greatest gift of fate.

As for what the future holds, it seems less important at this moment.

(End of this chapter)