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Yu Le was so angry with Dongdong that he had a headache.

Liu Xiaoli walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced ​​watermelon.

She was dressed in simple loungewear, her hair casually tied back with a hairpin, a few strands falling beside her smooth neck.

"Alright, stop arguing with your son."

Liu Xiaoli placed the watermelon on the coffee table.

Her fair fingers picked up a piece.

He held it to Yu Le's lips.

"He's only in first grade, what good sentences can he possibly make up?"

Yu Le took a bite of watermelon.

The sweet juice spread throughout my mouth.

He glared at Dongdong, who was secretly sticking out his tongue, and said, "This kid needs to be taught a lesson."

Liu Xiaoli rolled her eyes at Yu Le helplessly, then reached out and gently stroked his brow.

"Shut your mouth."

"You have so much to do at the company, why do you have to stay home and make things difficult for your son?"

Yu Le chewed on watermelon, mumbling indistinctly.

"Isn't this all for the sake of nurturing the flowers of our motherland?"

Just then, the phone on the coffee table suddenly started buzzing.

Yang Nuo's name was displayed on the screen.

Yu Le picked up her phone.

Press the answer button.

"Mr. Yu, something's happened."

Yang Nuo speaks very quickly.

His anxiety was palpable.

"All the materials for 'The Eight Hundred', which is scheduled for release in China in mid-July, have been sent out."

"The response was extremely enthusiastic."

"But from overseas, Old Mike just sent an urgent email."

"Our communication channels have been suppressed."

The nonchalant look on Yu Le's face faded.

"I'll be at the company right away."

He hung up the phone.

He grabbed the coat draped over the back of the sofa.

"There's an urgent matter at the company, I need to go."

Liu Xiaoli nodded.

Drive slowly.

......

Half an hour later.

Salty Fish Entertainment Headquarters.

The top-floor conference room was brightly lit.

The large screen is divided into two parts, left and right.

On the left is real-time data monitoring of major domestic social media platforms.

On the right is a video conference screen showing the connection to the North American branch.

Old Wang, Yang Nuo, and several heads of the publicity and distribution departments were all present.

Yu Le pushed open the door and walked in.

Sit down directly in the main seat.

Place the thermos on the table.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Yu Le looked at Yang Nuo.

Yang Nuo immediately pulled up several data charts.

At 8 p.m., Xianyu Entertainment's official Weibo account and major ticketing platforms simultaneously released the first trailer for "The Eight Hundred".

"Release date is set for July 15th."

"The situation domestically is quite good."

"The total number of views across the entire network has now exceeded 50 million."

Yang Nuo clicked on the trailer.

A low, somber background sound filled the conference room.

In the picture, the Suzhou River flows quietly.

The camera pans to the right. In the brightly lit, bustling International Settlement, famous actors perform and wealthy women play mahjong, creating a scene of prosperity and extravagance.

But the camera pans across the Suzhou River.

Move to the left.

The Sihang Warehouse, now a scene of utter devastation, stands amidst the ruins.

The air was thick with the smoke of gunpowder.

Director Guan Hu is extremely adept at this kind of strong visual contrast.

One side is paradise.

One side is hell.

The soldiers of the National Revolutionary Army were covered in blood.

He strapped grenades to his body.

They lined up to jump off the building.

He perished together with the Japanese soldiers who were holding steel plates.

"Mother, your son has been unfilial!"

A piercing roar pierced through the screen.

The trailer abruptly ended.

The screen went black.

Two large, blood-red characters appeared.

The Eight Hundred.

July 15th, fight to the bitter end.

Yang Nuo pointed to the densely packed comments from netizens at the bottom of the screen.

"The emotions of domestic audiences have been completely ignited."

"The sense of national pride and patriotism accumulated in 'Nanjing Photo Studio' is continued in this film."

"Netizens are flooding the screen with comments."

"This is the kind of war movie we should be watching!"

"The other side is watching the show, while we're fighting tooth and nail here. The contrast is too real."

See you at the cinema on July 15th!

Yu Le nodded slightly.

The domestic economic foundation is as stable as a rock.

As long as the quality is good.

Chinese audiences are always the most receptive.

He turned to look at the video feed on the right side of the screen.

"Mike."

Yu Le spoke.

Tell me about the situation on your end.

In the video.

Old Mike sat in his office in Los Angeles.

The tie was pulled loose and limp.

The table was piled high with documents.

He scratched his already thinning hair.

His face looked extremely pale.

"BOSS".

"We're in big trouble."

Old Mike picked up a report.

"The trailer for 'The Eight Hundred' was originally scheduled to be released simultaneously in the three major North American theaters today."

"All of them have been removed."

"The scheduling managers at AMC, Regal, and Cinemark have all agreed on the same thing."

"It's said that this film has a tendency towards excessive violence."

"Does not meet the family viewing rating standards for the summer movie season."

Old Wang suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

"fart!"

"Hollywood is full of gore movies, why don't they talk about the rating system being problematic?"

Old Mike sighed.

"Not just cinemas."

"The splash screen ads we bought for Twitter and Facebook have also been forcibly removed."

"The reason is that it involves sensitive political and historical disputes."

The official trailer for "The Eight Hundred" on YouTube has been throttled.

"Whenever you search for related terms, all that comes up are smear articles from right-wing Japanese media."

The air pressure in the conference room dropped to freezing.

Yu Le lowered his head in deep thought.

This is a comprehensive containment.

That phone call from the White House last time was definitely not just talk.

The American president didn't want cultural works showcasing the spirit of resistance of the Chinese people to have any influence on their turf.

Japan must have spent a lot of money lobbying as well.