You were asked to write a political intrigue drama, but you wrote "Da Ming 1566".

Chapter 112 A Divine Scene! The Textile Bureau is Ordered to Provide Disaster Relief!

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the audience in the studio and the millions of netizens watching on their screens erupted in an uncontrollable frenzy. Everyone had assumed that Chen Yu, having just reached the pinnacle of master screenwriting, would at least take a break to calm his excitement before continuing to write. But to everyone's surprise, Chen Yu didn't pause for even a second; his fingers continued flying across the keyboard. The previous paragraph had just created a turbulent surge, and this new scene was already another earth-shattering climax?!

Meanwhile, the group of master screenwriters, who were intently watching the live stream, all wore expressions of disbelief mixed with confusion. "Could it be that Chen Yu is currently entering that rare and precious creative state?" Just like in competitive sports, some athletes, at their peak, enter a near-divine realm. According to athletes who have experienced it firsthand, in that state, the entire arena seems to be under their control, and every movement is precise to the extreme.

For example, basketball players who are on fire and can score no matter how they shoot, and football stars who can break through defenses single-handedly as if they were in an empty field, are usually in this state.

This peak state, which countless people dream of, has a special name: Isshin-ryu.

This phenomenon isn't exclusive to athletes; it also occurs in literary creation, especially in screenwriting. In a state of flow, inspiration flows like a bursting dam, and the words seem to come alive, often resulting in masterpieces that surpass one's usual abilities. Many classic screenplays were written in this state of flow.

Whether it's Master Wang, the pillar of Huaying Group, or Mr. Shuping, a highly respected judge on the panel of the Creators Competition, they have all experienced the ultimate creative pleasure brought by flow more than once.

Looking at Chen Yu's flowing, effortless prose, and at his seemingly inexhaustible wellspring of inspiration, they were almost certain that Chen Yu had entered a state of flow. Upon realizing this, Master Wang's face first flashed with a complex and unfathomable expression, which was then replaced by deep admiration. He himself had entered a state of flow many times in his youth; at his peak, for three whole months, he had almost achieved a state of perfect harmony between man and pen. Whenever he sat at his desk, his thoughts would automatically enter a state of flow, without needing to deliberately seek inspiration.

That same year, he wrote three phenomenal, blockbuster screenplays, achieving unparalleled speed and quality in his writing, and quickly rose to fame in the screenwriting world. However, as his fame grew and his social engagements increased, the number of times Master Wang could enter a state of flow became increasingly rare. After becoming a master screenwriter, he never entered a state of flow again. This is because achieving a state of flow requires the creator to be completely immersed in their own world, abandoning all external distractions and inner distractions. Once there are attachments in one's mind, and the motivation to move forward is lost, it becomes impossible to enter that pure creative state again.

After entering the hall of fame, he felt that his screenwriting career had been fulfilled and there was nothing left to pursue. So he became complacent and enjoyed the comfortable life that came with success, thus losing the possibility of entering the state of flow.

But now, Chen Yu, a young man who has just entered the hall of mastery, is at the most spirited and easily prone to arrogance in his life. Any ordinary person, after achieving such brilliant success, would probably have already become complacent and eager to let the whole world know about their achievements. How could they possibly maintain such a calm mindset and enter that state of flow that requires absolute focus?

But Chen Yu did it, which proves just how strong his heart is and how firm his will is. It also shows that there is a much grander goal guiding him, and an incredibly powerful driving force supporting him to keep moving forward. Thinking of this, Master Wang took a deep breath, his eyes filled with determination, and slowly said, "He said before that he wanted to challenge for the top spot on the Divine Drama Ranking. Now it seems that this is definitely not just a momentary impulse." "Merely ninth place on the Divine Drama Ranking is simply not enough to satisfy his lofty ambitions."

"His goal, from beginning to end, has only been one: to be number one on the Divine Drama Ranking. Only such a goal could allow him to immediately enter such an extreme state of flow after just becoming a master!" "I'm convinced. In all my years, there have been very few people who have truly won me over, but today, I am truly and utterly impressed by Chen Yu!" Master Wang took another deep breath, his eyes gleaming with fervent light as he stared intently at the text constantly flashing on the live stream screen. "Let me see what kind of breathtaking visual feast this young man, who aims for the top of the Divine Drama Ranking, will bring us next!" At this moment, countless eyes in the studio, in front of the screen, across the country, and even around the world, were focused on the lines of text that Chen Yu had typed, filled with a variety of complex emotions. In the story of the script, after experiencing the breathtaking political storm in the Yu Xi Palace in the capital, which was enough to shake the very foundation of the Ming Dynasty, the camera slowly shifted, focusing once again on Chun'an, Zhejiang, thousands of miles away. This time, with Gao Hanwen's full support and the personal guards sent by the Governor-General's office to escort him, Hai Rui didn't waste a moment, leading his men to Chun'an Wharf at breakneck speed. His purpose was very clear: to personally remove the weaving bureau lanterns hanging on the grain ships and then seize all of them. Only in this way could he preserve the sagacity of the Jiajing Emperor and completely thwart the sinister plot of those wealthy silk merchants in Jiangnan who wanted to take advantage of the famine to seize land from the people at low prices. However, on the largest grain ship at the wharf, a man stood quietly at the bow, waiting for Hai Rui's arrival. That man was Shen Yishi.

At this moment, Shen Yishi, dressed in fine brocade, stood tall and elegant, exuding the dignified air of someone long accustomed to high office. Hai Rui, however, had no interest in engaging in any pleasantries with this merchant who sought to profit from the disaster and sell off the land of the famine victims at bargain prices. His first words were direct and forceful: "State your official rank and identity." Upon hearing Shen Yishi claim to be working for the Textile Bureau, Hai Rui's face instantly turned icy cold.

The laws of the Ming Dynasty clearly stipulated that merchants were not allowed to wear fine silks and satins. How do you explain your current attire?

Shen Yishi first offered a few words of flattery to Hai Rui in a humble yet respectful manner, attempting to ease the tense atmosphere. However, seeing that Hai Rui remained incorruptible and unyielding, he could only wave his hand helplessly, instructing the servants behind him to bring out a neatly folded set of sixth-rank official robes.

This was a set of sixth-rank official hats, requested and bestowed by the Imperial Textile Bureau on behalf of the Ming Dynasty and personally granted by the Jiajing Emperor—a unique and unprecedented honor in the Ming Dynasty. Shen Yishi's voice became clear and powerful.

Although this title was bestowed upon me by the Emperor's boundless grace, I, Shen, have never dared to wear it lightly, for it would indeed violate the ancestral rules of our Great Ming.

"But now that His Majesty has bestowed upon me official rank, I am no longer merely an ordinary merchant. This is why I dare to wear silk today. I wonder if Master Hai agrees with my answer?"

Shen Yishi originally thought that by bringing out the official robes specially bestowed by the emperor, he could at least intimidate Hai Rui and prevent him from pressing him so relentlessly and leaving no room for maneuver.

But the next moment, Hai Rui's words were still sharp and incisive, hitting the nail on the head. With his extraordinary insight, he instantly seized the fatal flaw in Shen Yishi's words.

[You just said it yourself, that the Emperor's bestowal of official titles and ranks upon you in this way does not conform to the ancestral rules of the Ming Dynasty. Now, are you asking me to agree with your statement?]

This statement was incredibly damaging. Hai Rui directly used Shen Yishi's own words to deny the legitimacy of his official robes, leaving him with no way to refute it.

Shen Yishi never expected that his boastful and helpless remark would be so accurately seized upon by Hai Rui. He could only quickly change the subject, trying to defuse the crisis by talking about the disaster at hand.

【Lord Hai, hundreds of thousands of disaster victims are starving and the life-saving food is on the ship. This is the most important matter at hand. As for whether I, Shen, should wear official robes or silk, can we discuss that after the disaster relief work is completed?】

But Hai Rui showed no sign of backing down, continuing to press on and firmly reject his proposal. 【No.】

"If you are an official officially appointed by the court, immediately change into your official robes; if you are just an ordinary merchant, immediately change into coarse linen clothes." When Shen Yishi retorted again, asking what his clothes had to do with the disaster victims and the grain on the boat, Hai Rui's tone became even more stern.

[You're using the banner of the Imperial Textile Bureau and the name of the Imperial Palace to forcefully buy the land that disaster victims depend on for survival at rock-bottom prices.] [If you were to wear official robes today, I would immediately petition the court to impeach the Imperial Textile Bureau for abusing imperial authority and exploiting the people.]

[If you were to change into plain clothes today, I would immediately arrest you on charges of being a merchant impersonating an official and disturbing the peace!]

[I'll ask you one last time, will you put on your official robes immediately, or change into plain clothes immediately?] At this point, after this series of sharp and pressing verbal exchanges, Hai Rui had firmly grasped the core issue of identity, forcing Shen Yishi into a corner with no way out.

If Shen Yishi chose to wear official robes, it would be tantamount to admitting he was a court official. This would mean that the low-price land purchase was an official action by the Textile Bureau, giving Hai Rui a legitimate reason to impeach the entire bureau. The consequences would be obvious: death would be the only outcome for Shen Yishi. Not only would his own life be in danger, but countless others in the Textile Bureau would also lose their heads! However, if he chose to wear plain clothes, it would be tantamount to admitting he was just an ordinary citizen. What right did an ordinary citizen have to hang the Textile Bureau's lanterns and act in the name of the imperial family? In that case, Hai Rui could immediately arrest Shen Yishi and seize all the grain ships. This is Hai Rui's shrewdness; with a simple question, he forced Shen Yishi into a life-or-death situation.

At this critical juncture, Shen Yishi, cornered on the edge of a cliff, suddenly revealed a relieved smile. Before coming to Chun'an, he had already prepared for the worst, ready with his final move. Once he took that step, he would surely die. He would gamble his own life, dragging the entire Ming Dynasty bureaucracy, from the imperial palace to the local prefectures and counties, into this vortex! But who would willingly give up their life unless absolutely necessary? Now, Hai Rui had blocked all paths, leaving him no other choice.

Then... let's get involved!

This was, in a sense, the last and most heroic act of resistance against this unjust fate, from a merchant-talented man with boundless ambition but born at the wrong time. Those corrupt officials he usually despised yet could only tolerate his bullying—this time, he would personally drag them all to hell, to be buried with him!

Just as the audience was still immersed in the brilliant and eloquent exchange, and had not yet fully recovered, the next scene that appeared on the screen instantly left everyone stunned.

Shen Yishi nodded slightly to the accountant beside him, who immediately understood and gestured for his men to slowly lower the white invitation card hanging below the lantern. The card bore four powerful characters: "By Imperial Decree, Disaster Relief!" Together with the lantern, it read: "By Imperial Decree, Weaving Bureau, Disaster Relief!" At Chun'an Wharf, the winds of the Qiantang River howled, causing the lanterns and invitation card to flutter loudly. Bathed in the setting sun, this created a breathtaking scene, leaving countless viewers momentarily speechless—a truly divine spectacle!

This scene completely exceeded everyone's expectations. No one could have imagined that Shen Yishi would make such a stunning move. The entire live stream exploded!

"Holy crap! They've already thrown this bombshell at the very beginning of Act 26? Who can handle this?"

"He's gone berserk! Chen Yu is truly going berserk today! I have a feeling we're witnessing a legendary moment that will be recorded in history!"