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

Amidst the crisp, rapid tapping of the keyboard, pages of text flowed swiftly from Chen Yu's fingertips.

Between the lines, one can sense the surging, turbulent river water rushing down from the flood discharge weir of the Xin'an River embankment.

What stood firm against the raging flood were two impregnable walls.

One wall was built by layers of heavy sandbags, while the other was a human wall made of flesh and blood.

Hu Zongxian, Tan Lun, and Qi Jiguang, along with a group of officers, soldiers, and civilians, had been fighting fiercely at the crest of the flood for a full day and night.

Sandbags large enough to build an entire high wall were continuously thrown into the weir, but they were swept away by the flood in the blink of an eye, unable to stop the surging river at all.

The next instant, that wall of flesh and blood, with the resolute determination to face death, and a long rope tightly tied around their waists, leaped into the surging floodwaters.

As Hu Zongxian watched this scene, his eyes were already brimming with hot tears.

Have the names of all the brothers who jumped been written down?

If there is even the slightest mishap, their parents, wives, and children must be treated with utmost care and generosity.

He raised his head and solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute to the officers and soldiers who had plunged into the floodwaters.

I beg you all, brothers!

When viewers in the live stream saw this scene on the screen, their eyes welled up with tears.

When the audience heard that Tan Lun and Hu Zongxian were discussing activating the flood diversion plan to divert the flood peak that was originally going to inundate nine counties to Chun'an and Jiande counties, they couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh, their hearts heavy.

Not a single audience member criticized Hu Zongxian and his colleagues throughout the entire event.

"Minister Hu has truly given it his all."

"By reducing the devastation that would have affected nine counties to just two, we have already minimized the losses for the people."

"Those soldiers who linked arms to build walls and used their bodies to block the floodwaters were all true heroes!"

Meanwhile, the film industry representatives sitting at the scene, as well as the contestants in other isolation rooms, were all staring intently at Chen Yu in the "910" live broadcast room.

After such a tear-jerking scene, shouldn't Chen Yu take a break and relax? Shouldn't he adjust his overly heavy creative emotions?

Contestant number 3 clenched his back teeth tightly.

"That's for sure. After an extreme emotional outburst, all that's left is an even more unbearable emptiness."

Contestant number 6, Andrew, clenched his teeth harder than anyone else.

"I don't believe he can write anything worthwhile that captures this emotion if he just follows this emotional line."

"This part of the plot is definitely going to fall apart!"

But the sound of Chen Yu typing on the keyboard seemed endless, continuing to ring out, each word sketching out the absurd scene of Zheng Bichang, He Maocai and a group of corrupt officials holding a celebratory banquet in their mansion during the time when the flood was raging and the river was raging.

At the brightly lit celebratory banquet, they didn't utter a single word about the impending annihilation of the people of Zhejiang.

Their only concern was to take advantage of the famine years to acquire the people's land at the lowest possible price and smoothly complete the imperial order to convert rice paddies to mulberry fields.

Even during the banquet, Zheng Bichang brazenly uttered such a statement.

Serving the imperial court involves matters of merit and demerit, which are never for ordinary people to judge. As long as the crucial task of converting rice paddies to mulberry fields is handled properly, it will be a contribution to the nation and a benefit for generations to come.

The viewers in the live stream were so angry they were practically grinding their teeth in frustration, and the screen was instantly flooded with angry curses and profanities.

A dedicated online forum for criticizing Zheng Bichang and He Maocai was quickly created by netizens.

The room was filled with condemnations and denunciations of the two corrupt officials.

Even now, there has never been such a large-scale outcry in the online forums for Xu Jie, whom the audience jokingly calls an old cunning scoundrel, or Zhang Juzheng and Gao Gong, who forced Tan Lun to go to Zhejiang. This shows just how much the audience hates these two people.

At the same time, another group of people were also clenching their teeth so hard they were grinding their jaws.

However, the reason they were gritting their teeth was not because of the plot in the script, but because they were staring at the popularity number in Chen Yu's live broadcast room, which was still jumping and refreshing wildly.

"It's still rising, it's actually still going up???"

"Is this hype going to never end?"

"Has this hype not peaked yet?"

"It should be stopping soon!"

Immediately afterwards, at the end of the celebration banquet, Chen Yu wrote that when Zheng Bichang, He Maocai, Yang Jinshui and others learned that Hu Zongxian insisted on diverting the flood, and that the original plan to flood nine counties was ultimately only to flood one and a half, and that the plan to buy land at a low price had taken a huge turn for the worse, the expressions on their faces instantly turned into fury and disappointment, and then they typed the words "End of Act Twelve" with their fingertips.

Those eyes that had been glued to the screen, watching the real-time popularity of "Ming Dynasty," finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"He's finished writing Act Twelve, shouldn't he take a break and catch his breath?"

"Chen Yu has written so many scenes today, each one at this god-like level. He should take a break; his inspiration must be exhausted by now, right?"

But just moments later, something happened that left them speechless.

Chen Yu didn't even have time to drink a sip of water; his fingertips were still clicking away on the keyboard.

[The thirteenth act of the Ming Dynasty has officially begun.]

The scene opens with a confrontation between Ma Ningyuan, who is the pawn in the whole affair and destined to be the scapegoat, and Hu Zongxian.

Ma Ningyuan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had finally repaid Hu Zongxian's kindness and saved Hu Zongxian from being caught in the middle and suffering from both sides.

If it were just a matter of sacrificing Ma Ningyuan's life to ensure Hu Zongxian could successfully resolve the mess of converting rice paddies to mulberry fields, then it would all be worth it.

But Hu Zongxian's next words were like a thunderbolt, instantly waking Ma Ningyuan up.

[What Prince Yu? What Junior Grand Secretary? What does "passing the test" mean?]

Do you know just how deep the murky waters of the Ming Dynasty court really are?

After Hu Zongxian gave Ma Ningyuan a severe scolding, he sighed with a sense of loss.

The affairs of this world are always intertwined; the problem lies in these complex and interdependent relationships.

As Hu Zongxian let out a long sigh, the contestants in the live broadcast room outside the script also deflated, letting out a collective sigh. Contestant number 3's stubbornness in the face of defeat had vanished completely, leaving only utter despair on his face.

"No, he just keeps writing and never stops, doesn't he?"

"These lines are so legendary, he just keeps spouting them off, one after another, he just can't stop, can he?"

"Chen Yu, can't you even act like a human being?"

"He's insane, this guy is a complete writing madman."

Only contestant number 6, Andrew, kept his lips tightly pursed.

"How come this scene hasn't collapsed yet?"

"Impossible, it's about to collapse, it's definitely about to collapse!"

In response to their silent prayers, Chen Yu responded with an increasingly crisp and loud, incessant tapping of his keyboard.

Immediately afterwards, Zheng Bichang and He Maocai, anticipating that Ma Ningyuan must have come to Hu Zongxian's governor's mansion, also rushed over, wanting to sound out Hu Zongxian's opinion.

This scene depicts the increasingly intense verbal exchange between these two men and Hu Zongxian.

But the result of this confrontation was that the two old foxes in the officialdom who could have manipulated Ma Ningyuan were completely fooled by Hu Zongxian, and were no different from fools!

The two not only exposed their true colors in their conversation, but Hu Zongxian also seized on their weaknesses, forcing them to admit that the flood was not a natural disaster at all, but a complete man-made one.

So Yang Jinshui, who had originally tried his best to protect even his godson Li Xuan, now had no choice but to push Li Xuan out to take the blame.

The magistrates of Chun'an and Jiande counties, along with Li Xuan, the river supervisor, were all sentenced to immediate execution for the crimes of neglecting their duties and harming the country by failing to maintain the river embankments.

Seeing this, the viewers in the live stream, who had been holding back their anger for so long, finally felt a little better.

The contestants also wore expressions of anticipation, or even a hint of humble pleading.

Contestant number 6, Andrew, stared intently at the screen in front of him, silently praying in his heart.

"You must be tired after writing for so long, Chen Yu?"

"You've written so much, your hands are sore, your brain is tired, you must be exhausted. How about we stop and rest for a bit?"

"Look, they've already beheaded three people, and the plot of destroying the dike and flooding the fields has been emotionally built up. Let's take a break, Brother Yu, can you please stop writing?"

"I'm really scared!"

But Chen Yu couldn't hear their almost pleading prayers from the bottom of their hearts.

He was still determined to push the plot forward to the point where Hai Rui made his official appearance today!

Where is the plot going in the first place?

Do you think that killing a few insignificant henchmen will make this massive flood that destroyed the dikes and inundated the fields pass by? That's wishful thinking!

Chen Yu's fingertips did not stop for a moment.

After the three scapegoats were brought to justice, what followed was a series of silent power struggles waged by the real bosses behind the scenes.

Zheng Bichang, He Maocai, and Yang Jinshui arrived at Hu Zongxian's governor's office and engaged in a head-on confrontation with Hu Zongxian.

This scene between the two actors produced a series of classic lines that have been passed down through the ages.

What if the imperial court hadn't issued an edict to postpone the conversion of rice paddies to mulberry fields?

Then we have no choice but to bite the bullet and do our best.

[Minister Hu, you local officials can always look to the next mountain and think it's higher, you always have a way out. But I can't. I only have one sky above me, and that sky is right here in the Imperial Palace!]

This thrilling confrontation ultimately ended with Hu Zongxian's complete domination and resounding victory.

I absolutely cannot allow some people to use the pretext of converting rice paddies to mulberry fields to destabilize Zhejiang and disrupt the stability of my Great Ming Dynasty!

I have no way out, and you shouldn't even think about having any way out. I'll ask you one last time: are you going to revise this memorial or not?

The imposing authority and powerful aura emanating from Hu Zongxian's words, even through the cold pages of a script, stirred the hearts and stirred the blood of the audience in front of the screen...

When Chen Yu typed those words heavily, the viewers in the live stream went wild, and the whole place erupted in cheers.

Zheng Bichang, He Maocai, and Yang Jinshui stared at the ground, remaining silent for a long time; the room was deathly quiet.

Yang Jinshui finally spoke up. "Since the Minister has put it this way, truly for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, what else is there for us to say?"

[Let's revise the memorial according to the minister's suggestion.]

[The Thirteenth Act of the Ming Dynasty has come to an end!]

As the curtain fell, the audience, who had been holding back their anger for over a dozen scenes, finally vented most of it after Hu Zongxian's complete victory over the group of cunning old foxes in Zhejiang's officialdom.

"May Minister Hu rest in peace!"

"He turned the tide and saved the day; Minister Hu single-handedly protected Zhejiang!"

"In this desperate situation, Minister Hu managed to subdue the three old foxes and force them to jointly write a memorial requesting a postponement of the conversion of rice paddies to mulberry fields. This was an incredible turnaround in a hopeless situation."

"Who else but Minister Hu could deserve the title of 'unparalleled national hero'?!"

At that moment, the audience in the studio all stood up and applauded the exciting plot of "Ming Dynasty".

On the judges' panel, Professor Shuping clapped enthusiastically without reservation, and the other judges next to her also joined in the applause.

Only the film industry representatives in the audience, who had previously denounced "Ming Dynasty" as utterly worthless, now had faces as black as stale pig liver.

Meanwhile, the film industry representative, who had previously maintained a calm and detached demeanor, now had an extremely unpleasant expression, filled with seriousness and unconcealed worry in his eyes.

He was the official representative of China Film Group.

Huaying is a leading film and television giant in China, and with its current size, it can be considered a top-tier industry leader.

The relevant departments above wanted to prepare a benchmark script for film and television learning within the system. The plan had already been set, and it was intended to be written and polished by several top screenwriters under Huaying Film Group.

This matter was originally a done deal, and everything was settled.

But at this moment, seeing the terrifyingly high popularity of Chen Yu's live stream, and considering the explosive performance of the script for "The Ming Dynasty," the representative of Huaying could no longer maintain his previous composure, and a sense of worry uncontrollably arose in his mind.

"If 'The Ming Dynasty' continues at this pace, could it actually qualify to compete with our Huaying Film Studio for this project opportunity?"

A moment later, the representative of Huaying shook his head violently, trying to shake this absurd and outrageous thought out of his mind.

What qualifications does Chen Yu have?

"The Ming Dynasty" has only been written for a dozen or so scenes? How can it be compared to a work polished by several top screenwriters from Huaying Film Studio?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible???"

But the next second, after a brief pause, the sound of keyboard typing resumed, like a persistent curse, instantly freezing the Huaying representative in place.

Chen Yu's hands continued to tap incessantly, without stopping for a moment.

Lines of text and scenes of scripts continue to flow from his fingertips.

Aside from a hint of barely concealed fatigue, Chen Yu's eyes were filled with burning excitement and anticipation.

Because he knew in his heart that although the flooding of the dikes and fields had basically come to an end from this point on, the huge aftershocks caused by this incident would be more than ten times greater than the incident itself!

From this moment on, the masks of hypocrisy will be torn off more and more people, and more and more classic lines and iconic scenes from the Investiture of the Gods will emerge one after another.

For example, in the next scene, there are so many classic lines that they could flood the screen!

Human hearts are like water.

Water always flows downhill, but the human heart always wants to reach ever higher; there's no end to it.

The people may be made to follow a path, but they may not be made to understand it.

These people don't understand the court's difficulties, so this is the only method we can use.

The true colors of those high-ranking officials in the Ming Dynasty court will be exposed to everyone one by one, laid bare.

Just thinking about the audience's reaction to these plot points made Chen Yu's excitement and anticipation impossible to suppress or calm down.

Rest? What is rest?

As long as it's not dead yet, keep writing it to death!

[The fourteenth act of the Ming Dynasty has officially begun!]