Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

November 18th.

The sky over Beijing was a deep blue, and the sunlight was chilly.

Outside the headquarters building of Xianyu Entertainment in Chaoyang District CBD.

Starting at 8:00 AM, the entire street was under the highest level of traffic control. There was a checkpoint every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

Special forces personnel and fully armed police blocked all intersections.

Inside the building, all employees were notified in advance to wear formal attire, remain at their respective workstations, and not move around without permission.

The atmosphere was solemn and respectful.

1:50 PM.

A large convoy of vehicles was approaching from the direction of Chang'an Avenue.

The lead vehicle was a police motorcycle, flanked by two black Cadillacs adorned with the national flag, followed by a long convoy of commercial vehicles.

The convoy came to a smooth stop at the main entrance of the Salted Fish Entertainment Building.

Yu Le stood on the steps, dressed in a well-tailored dark bespoke suit. He was accompanied by two high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Commerce of China.

The car door opened.

Secret Service agents quickly spread out to form a perimeter.

The black president, who had just won the election and made history, stepped out of the car with a light step.

He was wearing a dark blue suit and had his signature confident smile on his face.

"Mr. President, welcome to China." The leader from the Ministry of Commerce stepped forward with a smile and shook hands.

Then, the leader turned to the side and pointed at Yu Le.

"This is Mr. Yu Le, the founder of Saltyfish Entertainment."

The Black president turned his head and his gaze fell on Yu Le. He had read the briefing before coming and knew that this young Chinese man was the behind-the-scenes financier who had poured fifty million US dollars into political donations through Old Mike.

Without that money to bombard GG in key swing states, he might not have won so easily.

"Mr. Yu, I've long admired your name." The Black president extended his hand, his smile widening even further, carrying a hint of barely perceptible closeness. "I've seen 'Mulan' at the White House; it's a truly wonderful film. You have made outstanding contributions to cultural exchange between our two countries."

"Mr. President, you flatter me." Yu Le shook his hand, neither humble nor arrogant. "Salted Fish Entertainment has always been committed to connecting different cultures through film. Please come in."

A large group of people walked into the building.

Accompanying them were officials from both countries, as well as journalists from dozens of top domestic and international media outlets. Cameras and microphones flashed incessantly.

Yu Le led the president on a tour of the film production department and special effects center, and gave a brief introduction to "Inception," which will be released in North America soon.

The entire tour lasted forty-five minutes.

Before leaving, the Black president delivered a brief speech in the lobby of the Salted Fish Entertainment venue, in front of all the media.

"Culture knows no borders. Saltyfish Entertainment has proven that excellent commercial art can cross the Pacific Ocean and connect the emotions of people from both countries. I look forward to seeing more such collaborations in the future."

It was 3 PM. The convoy drove away.

The cordon has been lifted.

But the real storm has only just begun.

7 p.m. that evening.

News Broadcast.

After reporting on the formal talks during the president's visit to China, the scene shifted, and the announcer's clear and articulate voice rang out:

"This afternoon, the US delegation visited Salty Fish Entertainment Culture Co., Ltd. in Beijing. The two sides conducted in-depth discussions on topics such as film and television cultural exchanges and non-governmental business cooperation between the two countries..."

The shot of Yu Le shaking hands and talking with the black president lingered for a full ten seconds.

Immediately afterwards, major portal websites, blogs, and online forums exploded with activity.

The top five trending topics have all changed.

#US President Visits Salted Fish Entertainment#

#YuLe's Prestige#

#Salted Fish Entertainment in CCTV News#

Netizens have completely gone crazy.

"Am I blind? I just saw President Yu on the evening news?!"

"What kind of incredible pomp and circumstance is this! When foreign dignitaries visit China, they go to the Forbidden City or the Great Wall, or at the very least, large state-owned enterprises. This guy goes to visit a private entertainment company?!"

"Upstairs, you're being narrow-minded! This isn't a regular visit; it's part of a state visit! Look at the rank of the accompanying personnel! This is practically officially certified as the 'face of Sino-US cultural exchange'!"

"Just what's Mr. Yu's background?! His connections must be incredibly powerful!"

……

A high-end villa district in Beijing.

Han Sanping was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a cup of Da Hong Pao tea. The television was playing a replay of the evening news.

When I saw the image of Yu Le walking side by side with the Black president in the lobby of the Salted Fish Entertainment Center.

Han Sanping's hand suddenly trembled.

He stared intently at the television screen, his eyes wide open, his breathing rapid.

Having been in this industry for decades, Han Sanping knew better than anyone what those ten seconds on the evening news meant.

This is no longer within the scope of the entertainment industry.

This is a national-level diplomatic event.

Saltyfish Entertainment has now become a "benchmark for Sino-US cultural exchange".

Who would dare to obstruct the approval of Xianyu Entertainment at this critical juncture? That would be jeopardizing the overall diplomatic situation!

"He's gone mad... He's fucking insane..." Han Sanping muttered to himself.

He originally thought Yu Le was just a talented and lucky young man. He wanted to teach Yu Le a lesson using the rules.

But to his utter surprise, Yu Le didn't play by the rules at all.

Dimensionality reduction strike.

These four words struck Han Sanping hard on the head, making him dizzy.

The phone that was on the coffee table suddenly rang.

Han Sanping glanced at the caller ID: Director of the Content Division of the Radio and Television Censorship Department.

He took a deep breath and pressed the answer button.

"Chairman Han." The voice on the other end of the phone betrayed barely concealed panic. "You've seen the news, haven't you? Those three films from Salty Fish Entertainment... we can't hold them back anymore. The director just called personally to ask about the progress, and he was furious."

Han Sanping closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa.

"Let them through." His voice sounded as if he had aged ten years in an instant.