The Fleeting Years of Chinese Entertainment

In Cai Yinong's office, both Li Guoli and Sister Cai looked rather grave...

"Sigh... I'm truly speechless. A director who's won both awards and box office success, and you actually think he can't make a TV series? What are you thinking? Is it that Lin Mo can't make it? It's that he doesn't care to make it!"

Cai Yinong blushed slightly, whether from lingering anger or from what Li Guoli said.

"Besides targeting us, Lin Mo might also try to steal our market share and scripts. Don't disbelieve me, he has the ability. If he just announces that he's willing to pay a premium for any script that Tangren (the production company) takes a liking to, what do you think the copyright holders will do?"

Upon hearing this, Tsai Yinong nodded somewhat awkwardly.

After all, Lin Mo made a fortune from just one film, "Your Name." If he really decided to fight Tangren Media to the bitter end, Tsai Yinong didn't think she could win.

Moreover, Lin Mo is so young, at an age when inspiration is bursting forth, as can be seen from the movies he has made before.

All of them are original scripts, and they were all written one after another without any "downtime" in between.

This talent... Sister Cai is a little scared just thinking about it!

Regardless of how high Lin Mo may reach in the future, the chances of him slapping Tangren to death are actually quite high.

As for... him randomly choosing scripts to inflate Lin Mo's price?

But... is someone who can write so many good scripts in a row a fool?

"Old Li, is there...anything else?"

The more Cai Yinong thought about it, the more guilty she felt, and the stronger her regret became.

"Of course there are more..."

Li Guoli took out a cigarette case, pulled out another cigarette, lit it, and put it in his mouth.

"What I fear most is... that Lin Mo might directly undermine our Tangren team. After all, people strive for higher positions and water flows downhill. If he keeps offering high prices to poach our talent, I really can't think of many people who could resist the temptation of a future international director."

Cai Yinong was so shocked by what she heard that she almost broke out in a cold sweat.

"Then can't we resist? Are we just supposed to let him do whatever he wants?" Sister Cai said, somewhat unwillingly.

"We can resist, of course we can resist, after all we're not dead. But... the ultimate result of resistance is: Tangren declares bankruptcy, the two of us will be begging for food, and Lin Mo will at most be seriously injured, maybe... even seriously injured might not be enough to keep him from dying."

The more Li Guoli spoke, the more his brows furrowed. After all, he really didn't want to directly oppose Lin Mo, who was destined to have a pivotal position in the entertainment industry in the future.

However, the most important thing now is to plan ahead and take into account all the pros and cons.

Seeing that Cai Yinong's face was starting to turn pale, Li Guoli still chose to continue:

"Yinong... don't think I'm exaggerating. Whether you believe it or not, what I'm saying is true. After all, they have the ability to interfere in our television industry at any time, but we at Tangren can't influence their film industry."

Lin Mo can do whatever he wants on our turf, but we can't even touch his base. What's the point of us playing? Saying that we die while they get hurt is already making ourselves look good.

"The consequences of us really going to war with Lin Mo might be even more serious than I've described. This industry is a place where people kill without bloodshed and devour each other without spitting out the bones. Don't expect him to show leniency to Tangren in the end."

At this moment, Cai Yinong was slumped in her office chair, feeling utterly hopeless.

Regret... these two words kept swirling in her heart.

"Well... Lao Li, do you have any good solutions? After all... we haven't officially broken ties with him yet! What you're saying... might not even happen, right?"

Seeing Cai Yinong's desperate attempt to grasp at a straw, Li Guoli felt a pang of sympathy.

After all, the two have worked together for so many years, and their "relationship" is still quite deep. Although Tsai Yinong lost her mind this time and offended the wrong person, they are now in a situation where they share both prosperity and adversity.

"There is a solution, and it's quite simple. If you're willing to do it, it's relatively easy to accomplish."

Upon hearing this, Tsai Yinong's face lit up. "What's the solution?"

"Go apologize to them, and apologize to Liu Yifei, not Lin Mo. Then find a way to remove those online trolls you bought and replace them with a new batch. Publish positive news about Liu Yifei and completely suppress those smear campaigns!"

Only in this way...maybe this matter can truly come to an end.

Tsai Yinong: ………

Sister Cai was a little disheartened at this point. She had spent money to dig a hole, and in the end, she had to pay out of her own pocket to bury it. It was a classic case of losing both her wife and her army.

However, there's another person who's also broken down in defenses, just like Tsai Yinong...

Song Zude!

This guy is having a tough time these days. He can barely even leave his own house anymore, with paparazzi and reporters surrounding his door 24/7.

After finally "breaking out of the encirclement", he was greeted by the pointing fingers of his neighbors and passersby, as well as a lot of glares and insults.

At first, he didn't think it was a big deal, after all, he had offended a lot of people in the past and suffered a lot of retaliation.

He was used to these kinds of "small scenes," and it wasn't like he hadn't experienced them before.

Such "encirclement and suppression" will last for at least two or three days, or at most a week, and will eventually dissipate.

After all, he would investigate the background of anyone he wanted to "offend" beforehand. He wasn't stupid; he knew who he could mess with and who he couldn't.

Given the people he's offended... no matter who it is, if they suddenly had to "support" such a large group of people, they wouldn't be able to handle it in the long run.

So... at the beginning, Song Dazui's mindset was quite stable.

But as time went by...

"Damn it!!! Is this never going to end? It's been almost half a month, and you still won't stop?"

"Who the hell is this? Are they tired of living? Have too much money to burn?"

"If you have so much money, why don't you give it to me? Then I'd just be doing whatever you want to me. Is it really worth it?"

Song Zude couldn't take it anymore. He drew back his curtains and looked down at the cars blocking the road that hadn't decreased at all. The grievances in his heart were about to reach the sky.

These "workers"... no matter what Song Dazui says to them, does to them, goes to them, or uses any method to "escape."

The ending is always the same... I just can't shake them off!