The only sun in Huayu

Chapter 118 Killing someone is like destroying their spirit! (34)

Marco Müller seemed to be nailed to the cold night wind of BJ, unable to move.

All thoughts of escaping were shattered at that moment.

he knows.

I'm afraid I really won't be able to leave tonight.

Ugh!
Damn Americans!

motherfxxk!

In a luxurious suite, warm yellow light softly shines down.

The profoundness of classical Eastern furniture is cleverly blended with the exquisite French romantic decorations, creating an atmosphere that is both private and luxurious.

Outside the window, the winter night air in Beijing was chilly, but inside it was warm and cozy.

With her back to Shen Shandeng, Fan Bingbing first took off her long cashmere coat, revealing a close-fitting black turtleneck sweater underneath.

Her movements were slow and deliberate, with a deliberate, cat-like elegance. Her fingertips traced her waist as she slowly lifted her cardigan, revealing a section of her fair and supple waist. Finally, she took it off and casually draped it over the armrest of the sofa.

Next up is the long dress.

Finally, she changed into a silk slip dress; the smooth fabric clung to her curves, shimmering alluringly under the light.

She turned around, her eyes sparkling, and walked to Shen Shandeng, who was sitting on the sofa. She straddled his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a lingering kiss.

As their breaths mingled, her voice was soft and sweet: "My great hero, don't you want to unwrap your 'gift of honor'? I wore this specially for you today, a whole outfit."

Shen Shandeng enjoyed her initiative, his palm slowly caressing her smooth back, but his eyes remained clear.

Snapped!
He gently patted her buttocks, his tone slightly teasing: "Let's get rid of your smell first. We haven't gotten down to business yet."

talking.

He took a delicate little box out of his pocket, opened it, and inside was a black leather choker with a small metal ring in the center that gleamed coldly under the light.

"That's it. You've made a bet, so put this on."

Fan Bingbing looked at the necklace, her heart suddenly racing, and her cheeks flushed.

She still finds it hard to believe that Shen Shandeng could actually take an international bigwig of Mark Müller's caliber as his "dog".

But looking at him now, he was so confident, with a slightly domineering smile.

She smiled alluringly, her fingertips tracing his chest: "Then you'd better hurry up and finish your business."

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door.

"Go open the door." Shen Shandeng patted her.

Fan Bingbing wrapped herself in the hotel pajamas, took a deep breath to suppress her excitement and a little nervousness, walked to the door, and opened it.

Outside.

Ma Youde stepped aside to let Mark Müller, whose face was pale and whose eyes were darting around, pass by.

Ma Youde nodded slightly to Shen Shandeng, then gently closed the door and stood guard outside.

Fan Bingbing instinctively wanted to avoid him for the time being, but Shen Shandeng waved and put his arm around her waist.

He adjusted his posture, leaning back more comfortably on the sofa, one arm still around Fan Bingbing, the other casually resting on the armrest.

Marco Müller stood stiffly in the doorway, looking at everything inside the suite.

Especially the young man on the sofa who was embracing a woman wearing only a bathrobe, her eyes filled with seductive allure.

A profound sense of humiliation and absurdity welled up within me.

Just hours before, he was the international art authority sitting in the main seat, being fawned over by Tian Lili and others, and trying to give them pointers.

But now, he stands here like a schoolboy being summoned.

The room fell silent for a moment.

The air was so heavy it was almost dripping with moisture.

Even with Fan Bingbing's seasoned experience, witnessing this sudden reversal of status and power was still too much of a shock for her.

Her body went limp, and she almost clung to Shen Shandeng.

Mark Müller simply could not bear this silent oppression and torment.

"Director Shen, could you have your men call me over? What's the matter?"

He tried to make his tone sound normal, conveying his annoyance at being disturbed.

Shen Shandeng seemed not to hear his question.

A patient hunter is not in a hurry to tame his prey directly.

“Mr. Muller, you’ve come at the right time. I’ve just rethought the structure of the play ‘Dark Surge’ and I think it should still be based on the classic three-act structure.”

"Act One: Fall and Mission"

The voice was steady, yet it struck Mark Müller's heart like a hammer: "The opening scene, Paris, 1943, a blend of gloom and luxury. The fear and despair of the Isaac neighborhood contrasts sharply with the clamor and arrogance of the German occupying forces. Our heroine, Ella Bloom, witnesses her family being brutally taken away, escaping only because she hides in a neighbor's house, deeply traumatized and sowing the seeds of revenge." "Later, the resistance recruits and trains her in disguise. How about setting their first encounter at a classical music concert frequented by a German officer? Ella cleverly captures Hoffmann's attention."

"They had brief exchanges with Bach or Beethoven, and Ella's cultural refinement and that fragile, delicate beauty instantly captivated Hoffmann,"

"Act Two: The Abyss Game"

"Ella begins to have an intimate relationship with Hoffman, and she gradually descends into the abyss, struggling between mission and emotion, her identity gradually becoming blurred."

"Act Three: Choices and Fall".

"The Last Supper serves as the central scene. In Hoffman's villa, he appears more melancholy than usual, and even gives Ella a very exquisite diamond brooch, possibly belonging to his family heirloom, much like the ring Mr. Yi gives to Wang Jiazhi in 'The Creation'."

Shen Shandeng looked at Mark Müller: "He talked about the meaninglessness of war, revealing a rare vulnerability and disillusionment, saying things like 'Maybe only you are real.'"

"At this moment, Ella's inner defenses completely collapsed. She forgot the hatred between her tribe and her mission. In desperation, she shouted 'Run!'"

"So, Mr. Muller, isn't this film that inspired me brilliant?"

Shen Shandeng was very enthusiastic, even adding, "Oh, by the way, the love scenes must be carefully designed. The filming time should be longer than the 11 days for 'The Creation,' I think 20 days wouldn't be too much!"

"The film must fully showcase the intense, dangerous chemistry between the simple, self-sacrificing female college student and the complex, melancholic German aristocratic officer!"

Shen Shandeng lowered his head and casually asked Fan Bingbing in his arms, "Bingbing, what do you think?"

Fan Bingbing nestled in Shen Shandeng's arms, feeling a little cold.

too frightening.

She could clearly see that the man standing opposite her, Mark Müller, began to sway slightly, and his face was no longer pale, but rather ashen.

This usually elegant and composed Venice art director was more vulnerable than he was in the VIP box, and at this moment he was as frightened and helpless as a terrified child.

"why?"

Marco Müller finally couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes glazed over as he looked at Shen Shandeng, this black-haired, black-eyed Chinese man.

They discussed this topic, which he regarded as a monstrous threat, with such naturalness and excitement.

Why, why do you want to do this?

He felt extremely short of breath.

"Director Shen! Mr. Shen!"

Marco Müller paused for a moment, then almost pleaded, squatting down in front of Shen Shandeng and begging him, "You can't make it! Please, this movie absolutely cannot be made!"

Fan Bingbing looked at the old man, who was over fifty years old and so close to her, pleading so humbly.

I felt a real sense of apprehension and clung tightly to Shen Shandeng.

Shen Shandeng remained unmoved, lowered his head, and revealed a perfectly measured expression of curiosity and doubt.

"Why can't it be filmed, Mr. Müller? Isn't 'The Creation' a similar narrative? Didn't Venice award it its highest prize, the Golden Lion?"

"Why can't we make films like 'Dark Tides'? It also explores the complexities of human nature and history."

Marco Müller was speechless, his mouth agape, but he couldn't utter a single word.

What could he say?
Is it acceptable to say that "The Creation of Evil" is acceptable because it deconstructs Eastern history?

The reason why "Dark Surge" is considered bad is because it touches on the group that the West should not touch, the group that is called race, but is actually a class group.

The group of elite nobles who designed a protective wall for themselves?

Marco Müller knew perfectly well what was going on, but he could never say it aloud! He could only repeat it in vain, pleading desperately.

"No, I just can't, please,"

"No, I must take the picture!" Shen Shandeng's tone suddenly turned cold and firm as he looked down at Marco Müller, who was squatting in front of him.

“I will not only shoot, but also put a note in the most prominent position at the beginning and end of the film that says ‘Special thanks to Mr. Mark Müller, artistic director of the Venice Film Festival, for his profound inspiration and selfless guidance.’”

"I want to submit this film not only to Venice, but also to the three major European film festivals and the Oscars! I want the whole world to see Mr. Muller's artistic vision and his selfless spirit of supporting younger generations!"

These words completely shattered Mark Müller's psychological defenses.

He leaned against the wall next to him and slumped to the ground.

He looked up at Shen Shandeng with the eyes of someone looking at a devil, in despair.

It turns out he knows everything!
He knew perfectly well that this was a topic that should never be touched!
He knew that the love between the German officer and the Isaac female college student was something that was not even allowed to be discussed in the mainstream Western narrative!

It is absolutely forbidden! There must be no emotional connection between the two; there can only be a one-way relationship of perpetrator and victim!

He is using the rules they set to strangle him!
"Devil, you are the devil!"

Mark Müller muttered absentmindedly, "You're going to destroy everyone, destroy me."

Shen Shandeng remained cold and ruthless.

Looking down at Marco Müller, who was slumped on the ground.

"Mr. Muller, you seem so afraid. Could it be that you had something to hide when you went against the majority to award the prize to 'The Creation'? Or are you truly our friend, and have a problem with this narrative that exclusively portrays the Isaacs as victims of World War II?"

(End of this chapter)