The only sun in Huayu

"President Shen, it's me, Lu Tianming."

Lu Tianming said apologetically, "Lu Chuan, I was young and naive, and I've caused you trouble. Please don't take it to heart. I'll thank you on his behalf regarding the movie. You young people should keep in touch more often in the future."

On the other end of the phone, Shen Shandeng nodded repeatedly: "Teacher Lu, you're too kind! Director Lu is an artist, it's normal for him to have a temper. It's all for the good of the work, I can understand, it's really nothing. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Lu Chuan, who had been rebuffed by her father and the producer, was still unwilling to give up.

After half a night of insomnia, I finally remembered another true god.

Han Sanping, Chairman of China Film Group!
Yup!

It was only after Third Master intervened twice, with genuine sincerity, that he managed to persuade Shen Shandeng!
Third Master knows the inside story and is his mentor. He will definitely be able to distinguish right from wrong and uphold justice for him!
Thinking of this, Lu Chuan, as if grasping at a lifeline, immediately drove straight to China Film Group.

The car drove through the bustling streets and finally stopped on the North Third Ring Road in front of the new building of China Film Group.

The brand-new, light-colored building is magnificent and has only recently been completed and put into use.

Lu Chuan registered at the entrance, and the security guard's scrutinizing gaze made him very uncomfortable.

These days, he sees everyone as someone who is insulting him.

The ground was so shiny it reflected the enormous chandelier on the dome.

Lu Chuan took the elevator upstairs and walked down the corridor until noon when she finally met Han Sanping.

Han Sanping's office was different from his office at the Beijing Film Studio; it was extremely spacious and had a wide view.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflected Beijing's gray sky, and a mahogany bookcase against the wall was crammed with documents and books. A leather sofa set sat in the corner, covered with towels.

Han Sanping sat behind his desk, with several photo frames behind him, including work photos, personal photos, and a small national flag.

Upon seeing Han Sanping, Lu Chuan acted like a child who had suffered a great injustice meeting her parent, disregarding all decorum and almost bursting into tears as she began to accuse him.

"Third Master! You have to help me, you have to stand up for me! This time, I've been really screwed over by Shen Shandeng!"

"He came to help on the surface, but what did he actually do? He usurped my position! My team and my creative work were all silently infiltrated by him! Now the movie is like this, and he's blaming it all on me! He's so unscrupulous! He pushed me into this mess while he himself escaped unscathed!"

Lu Chuan began her accusations with a sob in her voice, while Han Sanping listened quietly.

When Lu Chuan was so hoarse from talking and staring at him expectantly, Han Sanping finally spoke earnestly.

“Young people need to experience more hardships to broaden their horizons. Think about it, how many criticisms did Shen Shandeng have? When ‘Jiajing’ was released, news about ‘The Eunuch’ was brought up and hyped up.”

"Moreover, you should learn to be grateful."

Lu Chuan was taken aback; this opening line was a bit off.

“Shen Shandeng, I personally went out and asked him twice before he finally agreed to help you clean up the mess.”

Han Sanping looked at him and said, "Without him, it would be questionable whether 'Nanjing' could have been completed smoothly, let alone now that it has grossed over 100 million yuan and made you a member of the 100 million yuan director club. Instead of being grateful to him, you're here complaining and blaming others, which is wrong."

Lu Chuan was dumbfounded, her mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

He's here to complain!

It feels like the complaint has ended up in Shen Shandeng's hands!

"You need to have some magnanimity and show some of the demeanor of a leading director of the new generation."

Han Sanping continued to lecture, "Don't make a big deal out of nothing, crying and wailing all the time, what kind of behavior is that!"

"Third Master! I'm not making a mountain out of a molehill!" Lu Chuan was on the verge of tears. "I've almost cut myself off from the entire industry! The arts and literature circle won't accept me, and my international career path is blocked."

"You know that much!" Han Sanping interrupted him, his tone becoming more serious and warning. "You have no other choice now. The international route? Do you still want to go to Japan? Do you think those artists in China will still tolerate you? In the future, you'll still have to make a living in the market!"

"If you take this job, will you offend Shen Shandeng?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.

Lu Chuan suddenly realized that he seemed to understand his father's good intentions. It turned out that, without his knowledge, Shen Shandeng had blocked all his escape routes, leaving him only with the option of relying on him for survival.

Han Sanping was also acting in Lu Chuan's best interest, and finally pointed out: "If you want to make a living in the market, you should take the initiative to communicate and resolve misunderstandings with Shen Shandeng, instead of complaining here. Do you understand?"

Lu Chuan, feeling wronged and frustrated, left the China Film Building dejectedly.

After he left, Han Sanping picked up his phone, dialed Shen Shandeng's number, and teased, "Lu Chuan just came to me to complain, crying her heart out."

Han Sanping was indeed in a good mood.

In January, Ning Hao's "Racing" surpassed 100 million yuan, and in February, Lu Chuan's "Nanjing" surpassed 100 million yuan. One after another, new generation directors have surpassed 100 million yuan.

He felt incredibly proud of himself!
Upon hearing this, Shen Shandeng on the other end of the phone couldn't help but chuckle. Why was Lu Chuan acting like a child?
And you even complained!
The problem is that the case ended up in his hands after going through many twists and turns!

"Oh, so they reported it to you? This kid is quite persistent, kind of cute."

The film "Nanjing" almost fulfilled all his expectations, and was even more perfect than he imagined.

The film has fostered a historical consensus and exposed the hypocrisy within the arts and culture scene.

Originally, so-called "art" was somewhat comical.

Many art-house directors and self-proclaimed art enthusiasts, like Yasujiro Ozu, actually make films that are most suitable for the whole family.

It was still the Japanese emperor, MacArthur, one of the world's ten greatest generals, who forced him to make a movie with the tone of "I'm a tofu maker, I only make tofu".

So much so that after decades of painting in this style that emphasizes peace, beauty, and a love of life, Lu Sang was completely unaware of the situation of his "ancestor".

This fanatical militarist, both materially and spiritually, has remained consistent and has never changed.

Not only from his diaries, but Ozu never felt ashamed of imperialist aggression; he even considered it an honor. Moreover, in his last film, perhaps due to a more relaxed environment or perhaps because he was old and carefree, he finally stopped hiding his true feelings.

After chatting with Han Sanping and hanging up the phone, Shen Shandeng felt somewhat helpless.

In order to secure a role for Yang Mi in "The Founding of a Republic", he was also asked by Lao Deng to play a role.

Shen Shandeng felt it was time to close the net; Lu Chuan was still useful as a tool.

He called Lu Chuan directly.

Lu Chuan drove, lost in grief and indignation, feeling that no one in the world understood him.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

The name on the caller ID made his hand tremble, and he almost dropped the steering wheel: Shen Shandeng!

He hung up immediately on his own!

Heart pounding.

A few seconds later, a text message popped up: "Answer the call immediately."

Words devoid of any emotion, like training a dog.

Lu Chuan looked at the line of text, her palms sweating profusely.

He gritted his teeth, pulled the car over to the side of the road, and just as he came to a stop, the phone rang again.

He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button with trembling hands.

Shen Shandeng laughed and said, "Director Lu, what have you been busy with these past few days? Instead of celebrating the film's success, are you playing hide-and-seek with me? I just want to ask you, how many people have you complained about me these past few days? My phone has received quite a few notifications."

boom!
In an instant, Lu Chuan felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in her mind, leaving her completely blank and frozen in place.

He... Shen Shandeng knew everything about his complaint?! (End of Chapter)