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Yu Le did not immediately express his opinion.

He looked at the document, his fingers lightly tracing the surface of the teacup.

Vice Chairman of the China Film Association.

He knew better than anyone what this title meant.

This is not a nominal position.

The vice chairman of the Film Association wields immense influence within the industry, directly impacting policy direction, resource allocation, and even the selection of participants for international film festivals.

More importantly, this represents the official recognition and endorsement of him.

He will have a much smoother time getting things done in the country from now on.

But at the same time, this also means greater responsibility.

The authorities won't give you a title for nothing.

This is an exchange.

If you take a bribe, you have to work for them.

Director Wang noticed what he was thinking and took the initiative to speak.

"Yu Le, I won't beat around the bush with you. I'm giving you this position not to flatter you and make you fawn over me."

"We really need you to get things done."

Director Wang took off his glasses, wiped the lenses with the hem of his shirt, and put them back on.

"You saw it too, that farce of family reunion that happened in South Korea the other day. Although your Sissi gave it a firm rebuttal, the incident itself illustrates a point."

"We have been passive in terms of international cultural discourse for far too long."

Director Wang's voice lowered, revealing a hint of resentment.

"Our kung fu movies are remade by Hollywood and rake in global box office revenue, but it has absolutely nothing to do with us. Our historical stories are stolen by others, distorted, and then claimed as their cultural heritage."

"Even when our own actors become popular, people jump out and try to poach them."

Why?

"Because we didn't have anything of value to take over that position."

"If you don't take the position, someone else will."

Director Wang leaned forward, his gaze fixed intently on Yu Le.

"You are currently the only filmmaker in China who can go head-to-head with Hollywood. You have channels, resources, and works. Most importantly, you have the ability to package Chinese stories into commercial blockbusters that the whole world will love to watch."

"No one else in the entire Chinese film and television industry has this skill."

Yu Le put down his teacup and lightly ran his fingers along the edge of the document.

"Director Wang, you've put it this way, it would be very ungrateful of me to refuse."

Yu Le picked up the pen on the table.

He signed his name on the last page of the document.

The brushstrokes are crisp and clean.

Director Wang took the document, glanced at the signature, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

"Good. From today onwards, you are the vice chairman of the China Film Association."

Director Wang stood up and extended his right hand.

Yu Le stood up and shook hands with him.

Director Wang had a strong grip; he held on for a full three seconds before letting go.

"Yu Le."

Director Wang's tone changed from official business to a more solemn, elder-like manner.

"I've been in this position for eight years. I've seen too many people pat their chests and claim they want to contribute to Chinese cinema, only to end up making bad movies to rake in money."

"I don't want you to end up like that."

Yu Le met his gaze without looking away.

"Don't worry, Director Wang, it certainly won't happen."

Director Wang released his grip and nodded.

I'm really looking forward to your "Mulan" movie.

"I won't let you down."

Yu Le took his leave.

I walked out of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television building.

In November, the wind in Beijing already carried a chill.

Yu Le stood on the steps, unbuttoned one of his suit jacket buttons, and let out a long breath.

Yu Le got into the car and casually unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

The driver, Lao Zhou, glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Mr. Yu, are you going back to the company or home?"

"go home."

The black Audi merged into the traffic on Chang'an Avenue.

In Beijing in November, it gets dark early in the evening, and the streetlights are already on.

Yu Le leaned back in the back seat, her eyes half-closed.

But my mind was racing.

Director Wang's words still echoed in my ears.

If you don't take the position, someone else will.

This statement is blunt, but it is the truth.

He knew all too well what kind of cultural export China had done in his previous life.

Hollywood remade Mulan, and the result made audiences across the country furious.

South Korea successfully inscribed the Dragon Boat Festival on its UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage list, and kimchi has become one of their cultural treasures.

Japan's anime industry is far ahead of the competition, and young people all over the world can speak Japanese lines at the drop of a hat.

And what about China?

Thousands of years of cultural heritage have been fragmented by others, who take pieces from here and there and then claim them as their own original creations.

What's even more frustrating is that the domestic film and television industry itself is also disappointing.

After capital poured in, traffic stars appeared everywhere, and green screen acting and poor acting skills were rampant.

A perfectly good IP has been ruined beyond recognition.

The audience got numb from all the complaining and eventually just went to watch Marvel movies from the US and idol dramas from South Korea.

Yu Le clenched his fist.

Since he has taken advantage of the time traveler in this life, he can't just focus on making money.

To be honest, the road ahead for Liu Qianqian is almost completely paved.

Avatar brought her to the attention of a global audience.

Inception allowed her to conquer the North American market with her true self.

With the release of "Mulan" next year, she will be just one step away from becoming a true international superstar.

The little girl who shouted "I want to become an international superstar" to the camera from her rented room back then, her dream is about to come true.

But this is not enough.

One Liu Qianqian cannot support the cultural output of the entire Chinese nation.

We need more high-quality Chinese-language works.

A more complete industrial chain.

The car was parked in the underground parking garage of Shengshi Huating.

Yu Le pushed open the car door, stepped out with long legs, and changed into a pair of comfortable sneakers.

The elevator doors opened.

In the entryway, a pair of small blue slippers lay crookedly to one side.

In the living room, Liu Xiaoli sat cross-legged on the carpet, patiently teaching Dongdong to recognize characters.

Dongdong lay on the small table, his chubby hands holding a pencil, writing the character "大" (big) crookedly.

After finishing the last stroke, he held up the notebook and showed it off to Liu Xiaoli.

Liu Xiaoli glanced at it and suppressed a laugh.

"Honey, this isn't 'big,' it's 'dog.' You added an extra dot."

Dongdong looked down at the words she had written, then looked up at the words in her textbook.

Then he nodded very firmly.

"Same here, any extra is a free gift!"

Yu Le changed into slippers and walked over, casually patting the little chubby boy on the back of the head.

"That's quite a grand strategy, isn't it? Learning to read is even linked to running a promotion?"