The only sun in Huayu

Chapter 135 Anger and Utter Defeat (24)

"okay."

The other party seemed to have lost patience, and their tone turned cold, "You, the great host Chai, better watch yourself. Don't come looking for me about topics and boundaries in the future."

After saying that, the call was disconnected before Chai Jing could respond.

Chai Jing stood frozen in her seat, holding her scalding hot phone.

To outsiders, she seems free and unrestrained, but anyone who wants to climb the social ladder must have real influence.

Whether it's reporting or program direction, it must be able to have a real impact.

The most common type of reporting is negative, such as those who dare to speak out and tell the truth, and those who look for problems in local areas, but these have been suppressed in recent years.

Of course, this approach of focusing on the negative has limited prospects and is not conducive to advancement.

Like the ancient practice of being flogged in court, one may gain fame, but from then on, there is no possibility of rising to a high position or gaining official status.

To gain recognition, you need help.

At a certain point in time, certain things are discussed.

It can help people promote and create momentum, and when it comes to practical implementation, it also indirectly boosts their influence.

Simply put, there must be a line on top of it.

This line can also define a safe zone for them.

Without the string, it's like a kite with a broken string.

night.

Chai Jing launched an emergency public relations campaign.

She's also a goddess in the media circle, and she's never short of dinner invitations.

In a private room of a hotel restaurant where media professionals in the industry often gather.

After several rounds of drinks and several dishes, Chai Jing endured her nausea and drank with the group of people.

The conversation inevitably turned to Shen Shandeng, the most talked-about figure recently, and his groundbreaking interview.

Zhang Wei, a deputy editor-in-chief of The Beijing News, had a few drinks on his face, which was shiny with oil. He looked at the somewhat silent Chai Jing with a hint of mockery and aggression.

“Reporter Chai, things are different now. The interview went so smoothly.”

"Director Shen's grand theories of 'Chinese core,' 'cinematic universe,' and 'three immortalities' have become so profound and insightful after you asked them. Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd become the honorary spokesperson for Shandeng Culture! Haha!"

A few laughs echoed from inside the private room, their meaning unclear.

Chai Jing's fingers tightened slightly on her wine glass, and the professional smile on her face faded.

All the frustration and anger accumulated over the past few days were instantly ignited.

How dare a deputy editor-in-chief of a market-oriented media outlet speak to her like that!

Chai Jing put down her wine glass, looked up at Zhang Wei, and said in a flat tone, "The way you're saying that, Deputy Editor-in-Chief Zhang, makes it sound like your Beijing News didn't report this."

"Didn't you mention the film industry path of 'Chinese core + Chinese visual effects'? Didn't you talk about the 'Chinese Hero Cinematic Universe'? Didn't you repost Shen Shandeng's grand goal of 'establishing virtue, establishing merit, and establishing words'?"

“I took a look, and the headlines in your newspaper are more and more sensational than the last, such as ‘Shen Shandeng points out the bright road for Chinese films’ and ‘The three immortalities are the highest pursuit of literary and artistic workers’.”

"What, Editor-in-Chief Zhang, have you also become Shen Shandeng's cheerleaders?"

Zhang Wei's smile froze, and an embarrassed blush crept up from the base of his neck.

He chuckled and said casually, "Hey! That's just a task assigned by the newspaper. It's a hot topic, we have to follow it. You know, money is king these days. Sigh, that's how society has become so corrupt."

Seeing this, Chai Jing was delighted.

As long as she's not facing Shen Shandeng, she could easily suppress someone like him with one hand.

They absolutely had to make the other party feel aggrieved.

"Task?"

A cold glint flashed in Chai Jing's eyes, but her tone carried a hint of agreement: "Yes, they're all missions."

"It's only right and proper to receive a salary from the newspaper and complete its commercial tasks."

"Just like Shen Shandeng spending real money on publicity and promotion to various media channels, it's only natural for you to take the money and do your job, helping him to promote and create hype. Why laugh at someone who is just as bad?"

These words hit the nail on the head, directly tearing away the fig leaf of "journalistic ideals" and "independence and objectivity," revealing the naked exchange of interests beneath.

As if no one is an insider!
At least Chai Jing has her own journalistic ethics, which is far superior to these market newspapers that directly take money!
The atmosphere in the private room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Zhang Wei jumped up, his finger trembling slightly as he pointed at Chai Jing: "Chai Jing! What nonsense are you spouting! We were just doing normal reporting! What do you mean by 'taking money to brag'?"

"What do you take us media people for? Prostitutes? Or like you, a mouthpiece kept by Shen Shandeng?!"

"Broadcaster?" Chai Jing met his almost fiery gaze, but smiled even more gently: "Isn't that right? When it comes to independence, you're all so aloof and otherworldly, but when it comes to Shen Shandeng, isn't it him who throws out whatever bone you want, and you all swarm to it?"

"He painted a picture of a 'hundred-billion-dollar market,' and you all rushed to analyze its feasibility;"

"When he proposed the concept of a 'cinematic universe,' you immediately started taking stock of which historical intellectual property could be developed;" "When he proclaimed the 'Three Immortalities,' you immediately extended it to cultural pride and national pride."

"Tsk tsk, the speed of their follow-up and the angle of their interpretation are even more insightful than those of us who conducted the interviews. What, are you complaining about how hard it is to make money now?"

"When you took the money, did you take less than what was due?"

Chai Jing paused, her gaze sweeping over the various expressions on the faces of everyone present.

"Don't you look down on me for playing the straight man in interviews? But what's the essential difference between what you're doing and what I'm doing? At least I had a few face-to-face exchanges with him, and what about you? You haven't even seen his face!"

"Just by smelling the money he's spreading and the concepts he's deliberately introducing, you can automatically and unconsciously spread his ideas everywhere."

"In the end, who among us is more noble than whom? Aren't we all just revolving around the rules set by Shen Shandeng and the bait he throws out?"

"You!" Zhang Wei was so angry that he trembled all over.

The words "Didn't your station get paid?" rolled around on his lips a few times, but he ultimately didn't dare to shout them out.

In the end, he could only slam his fist on the table, making the dishes rattle: "This is outrageous! It's like a shrew yelling in the street!"

The atmosphere in the private room was eerie.

It was so eerie that it seemed to bring a sense of joy.

morning.

There was no hint of morning in Chalperic's office.

The atmosphere was oppressive; the curtains were tightly drawn, blocking out the sunlight and leaving the room gloomy.

The embers of an expensive cigar were mixed with the sour, musty smell of whiskey.

Chalperic slumped in his large leather office chair, his tie loose, his eye bags heavy, his former composure and confidence completely gone.

"He won, he won completely."

Chalperic muttered to himself, stating a desperate fact.

It was as if he was talking to thin air, or perhaps to his assistant Smith, who was standing at his desk with a concerned expression.

"See? Smith, he has directly anchored himself and his film career to the cultural genes and the highest spiritual pursuits of the Chinese people!"

Chalperic gulped down the remaining wine in his glass, the pungent taste causing him to cough a few times.

"All my previous judgments were correct!"

"This person is not an ordinary director; he is a system builder."

"He used the success of a film to validate and promote his complete 'new grammar'."

"Just like us, he used his knowledge and culture to fight for his country!"

Chalperic waved his empty hand: "Industry determines the right to speak! Weak nations have no art, and strong nations have no art either!"

“Venice, yes, Venice is the best example! Our Hollywood’s power has turned the temple of art into our stage! What he’s doing now is using the Chinese market to build another big market in China.”

"Another fucking 'power'! What the hell is this 'motherfxxk'?"

If someone had told Chapelperic six months ago, or even a month ago, that someone like Shen Shandeng would emerge here.

He would only laugh at the other person mercilessly!

However, it has now become a reality.

Despite having only one film, Shen Shandeng has acquired territory and businesses.

With these, there will be output.
"He's now rooted in the industry. With 'The Eunuch' making a splash, it grossed hundreds of millions at the box office and attracted tens of millions of viewers. Now he's saying, 'Are Chinese viewers human beings?' This isn't a question; it's a declaration!"

"He is sending signals to his core supporters, strong and continuous signals. His core supporters are frighteningly solid. What we previously thought of was to culturally negate him, to smear him in the media, and even to use their own people within their ranks."

Chalperrick shook his head bitterly: "It's no use. His theories are ingrained in the industry. Unless we can destroy the entire film market overnight, we can't touch him in the slightest."

"But is it possible to destroy the entire film market? Even if it were, he would gain even more support."

“This place has cultural sovereignty, and it can press the pause button at any time. Even a giant like Murdoch can be expelled at will, and when Soros comes, he still has to talk about the construction of the financial system.”

"hehe."

Chalperik gave a bitter laugh.

Lost!

Totally defeated!

It's no longer just a matter of a single side quest; the entire public opinion landscape could be overturned.

Smith maintained a respectful demeanor, but inwardly he was disdainful.

No, who's talking about you and us?

Dude, I'm just making money, why would I work my ass off for the Peanut Village boss?
He needs to pay off his student loans!
(End of this chapter)