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

At the end of December, a heavy snow fell in the capital.

The uproar on the internet about "Nanjing Photo Studio" has gradually subsided, but the aftershocks of this film are still subtly changing many things.

........

A magnificent and splendid residence.

The heating in the room was on full blast.

Yu Le, dressed in loose loungewear, stood in front of the kitchen island, slicing an orange.

On the living room carpet, Dongdong was lying on the coffee table, holding colored pencils and frantically scribbling on a piece of white paper.

Liu Qianqian was wearing a fluffy set of pajamas, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a cup of hot milk in her hands, watching a variety show on TV, and occasionally letting out a soft laugh.

After filming wrapped on "Nanjing Photo Studio", she took a short vacation.

"Dad, look!"

Dongdong held up the drawing paper in her hand and ran to Yu Le like she was showing off a treasure.

The drawing depicts a crooked stick figure holding a black stick with several red wavy lines drawn at the top.

"What's this?" Yu Le asked casually as she plated the sliced ​​oranges and handed them to Liu Qianqian.

"This is Sun Wukong fighting monsters!" Dongdong puffed out her little chest, looking very proud. "That red thing is the fire the monsters breathe!"

Liu Qianqian leaned over for a look and mercilessly retorted, "It looks like a stick figure holding a sausage to me."

Dongdong's eyes widened, and she retorted angrily, "My sister doesn't understand art!"

"How come I don't understand?" Liu Qianqian put down her milk glass. "Your drawing of Sun Wukong doesn't even have a single monkey hair."

Seeing that the siblings were about to start arguing again, Yu Le smiled and shook her head, stuffing a piece of orange into Dongdong's mouth to shut him up.

"Alright, great painter, go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."

He chewed on an orange, mumbled a reply, and ran towards the bathroom.

Life returned to its most mundane routine.

Without the spotlight, without the online storm.

Only the warmth of everyday life.

But Yu Le knew that this peace was only temporary.

Now that the giant ship of Salted Fish Entertainment has sailed into the deep sea, it is impossible for it to stop.

.......

Afternoon. Salty Fish Entertainment Headquarters.

Yu Le pushed open the office door.

Yang Nuo was already waiting inside. She was wearing a smart black business suit and holding a thick stack of reports.

"Mr. Yu, the final box office revenue sharing for 'Nanjing Photo Studio' is out." Yang Nuo handed over the report. "The total domestic box office has exceeded 1.5 billion yuan, and the overseas box office has exceeded expectations, taking in more than 60 million US dollars in North America."

Yu Le took the report, glanced at it casually, and tossed it on the table.

"What are the plans next?" Yang Nuo asked. "The second season of 'A Bite of China' is already in preparation. As for the film department, Lao Wang asked if you have any new scripts."

Yu Le turned around.

He walked behind his desk and opened a drawer.

He took a brown paper bag out of it and threw it on the table.

"have."

Yang Nuo stepped forward and opened the paper bag.

Inside was a script.

The cover only has two large bold characters.

The Eight Hundred.

Yang Nuo turned to the first page.

"1937, the final stage of the Battle of Shanghai."

"An reinforced battalion of the 524th Regiment of the 88th Division of the National Revolutionary Army held the Sihang Warehouse on the banks of the Suzhou River."

"Fighting alone for four days and four nights."

"The other side of the river was the foreign concessions of Shanghai, a place of prosperity and entertainment."

"This is a battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, a living hell."

Yang Nuo's breathing stopped instantly.

She had only watched the beginning when the extremely tragic and shocking images immediately came to mind.

The Suzhou Creek, a river that separates two worlds.

On one side is heaven, on the other is hell.

"President Yu, this..." Yang Nuo raised her head, her eyes revealing undisguised shock.

"The Nanjing Photo Studio tells the story of ordinary people's despair and resistance." Yu Le picked up his thermos and took a sip of goji berry water. "The Eight Hundred tells the story of soldiers' courage and the awakening of the nation."

He put down his water glass and tapped his finger on the table.

"Go contact Guan Hu. Ask him to direct this film."

"I'll take care of it right away." Yang Nuo turned around and prepared to leave.

Just then, the internal telephone line on Yu Le's desk rang.

Yu Le pressed the speakerphone button.

Old Wang's anxious voice came from the speaker.

"Mr. Yu, Old Mike's transoceanic call is connected on line two. He says it's extremely urgent!"

......

Los Angeles. Century City.

Saltyfish Entertainment North American Branch.

Old Mike stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dazzling night view outside.

He was holding an encrypted phone in his hand, his palms were covered in cold sweat.

Just ten minutes ago.

He received a call from Washington.

On the other end of the phone was the chief of staff of the newly elected black president.

Not long ago, they were chatting and laughing, talking about the so-called "free competition".

But today, the other party's tone still retained the hypocrisy and politeness typical of politicians.

"Mr. Davis, His Excellency the President appreciates the rapid growth of Saltfish Entertainment in the North American market."

"However, the film 'Nanjing Photo Studio' has sparked some unnecessary disputes in the international community."

"Japan is an important ally of ours in the Asia-Pacific region. His Excellency the President hopes that, as a responsible multinational corporation, [Company Name] will be more... cautious in its choice of subject matter in the future."

"Stop publishing works that undermine regional stability and incite ethnic sentiments."

"After all, we all hope that the North American market is a harmonious and inclusive business environment. Don't you agree?"

The phone hangs up.

Old Mike stood there for a full five minutes.

This means they feel you're being too unruly in the venue and want to set rules for you.

Old Mike took a deep breath and dialed Yu Le's hotline.

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Beijing.

Yu Le listened to Old Mike's report without any change in expression.

He even had the leisure to pick out the goji berries from his thermos and throw them into the trash can next to him.

In the office, Yang Nuo stood to one side, her face turning extremely pale.

"Boss," Old Mike's voice trembled on the other end of the phone, "they're kicking us while we're down! We helped him win the election, and now he's trying to restrict us!"

"These politicians are utterly shameless!"

Yu Le chuckled softly.

"Mike, you've been in this industry for forty years, haven't you seen through it yet?"

"Politicians' mouths are deceitful."

"When they take the money, you are a guardian of democracy. Once they are in power, you become a capitalist who undermines stability."

Yu Le leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold.

"Fifty million dollars, I never expected to buy their lifelong loyalty."