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

[At dawn yesterday, before the morning mist had broken, at the Hejiapu Wharf, located thirty li (approximately 15 kilometers) waterway out of Chun'an County.]

Must Magistrate Hai also interfere in these matters?

The moment the words fell, the already stagnant air in the hall seemed to freeze over, and everyone's eyes turned to Hai Rui, who sat upright in the main seat, dressed in a blue robe, his back as straight as a pine tree, waiting to see how he would respond to the question that was tinged with disdain and provocation.

The next moment, Hai Rui, who had been sitting upright at his desk, suddenly stood up. His previously composed tone abruptly rose to its highest point, each word like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounding throughout the entire hall. It was truly earth-shattering, making everyone's eardrums buzz. The Great Ming Sword, which had been sheathed by the infighting and murky undercurrents of officialdom, its blade already sharpened and brimming with power, was suddenly drawn at this moment, its cold gleam revealing its unstoppable momentum that instantly swept through the entire hall.

The criminal was apprehended at the dock before dawn, but the official report was already on the desk in the Hangzhou governor's office yesterday morning. Chun'an County is over two hundred li from Hangzhou; did your report somehow grow wings and fly there?!

He took a step forward, his gaze fixed intently on the several officials below, whose faces had turned pale. His voice was filled with undisguised anger, each word carrying immense weight, striking the hearts of the crowd. Those who had initially held onto a sliver of hope instantly broke out in a cold sweat, not daring to even lift their heads.

[Besides, how dare you even mention the "Great Ming Code" to my face?]

His fingers tapped heavily on the edge of the table. The sound wasn't loud, but it made the already oppressive atmosphere even more suffocating, and even the breathing in the room became cautious.

【I would like to ask you, which clause or article in the Great Ming Code states that any case involving collusion with Japanese pirates does not even require formal filing?】

Before he finished speaking, Hai Rui raised his hand, his righteous indignation and fury filling him with righteous indignation, and slammed his palm heavily onto the pear wood table in front of him. With a loud "bang," the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table all jumped up, ink splashed out of the inkstone, and spread thick ink marks on the Xuan paper. The sound was like a heavy hammer hitting everyone's heart, making everyone in the hall tremble, and their legs couldn't help but shake.

[You neither formally file a case nor conduct an interrogation to record the suspect's confession. You even send out reports to your superiors before the suspect has even been apprehended. What are you trying to achieve by distorting the truth and disregarding the law like this?!]

His gaze, like two icy daggers, was fixed on the leading official below. His angry shouts, each word deliberate and forceful, revealed his absolute adherence to the laws of the Ming Dynasty. His unyielding and incorruptible aura silenced everyone present, preventing them from raising their heads; no one dared to utter a word. Only his resounding question echoed between the beams and pillars in the entire hall.

At this moment, outside the scenes depicted in the script, whether in the audience at the recording of the "Creators Competition" program or watching the live broadcast on their screens, everyone was holding their breath, watching Hai Rui's relentless and stern questioning relentlessly. For the past half hour, they had followed the plot, watching Hai Rui fall into traps upon his arrival in Chun'an, watching corrupt officials conspire to frame innocent disaster victims as traitors, watching Hai Rui besieged and besieged on all sides. The pent-up frustration and repression had been building up to its peak. But the moment Hai Rui slammed his fist on the table, all that frustration vanished instantly. In its place came a surge of exhilarating release, uncontrollable gasps and shouts. The audience erupted in cheers, the shouts rising and falling, almost shattering the roof of the studio.

Holy crap!

"Hai Rui was awesome!"

"It's over! This game is completely over!"

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, the screen instantly filled with a dense barrage of messages.

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible! In this whole situation, Hai Rui had no one he could trust. Everyone around him was waiting to see him fail, or even to drag him down with them. He couldn't afford to reveal the slightest flaw. Yet, relying solely on his mastery of the law and his extraordinary wisdom, he managed to tear a hole in this seemingly hopeless situation and break free!"

"What is the Great Ming Divine Sword? This is the Great Ming Divine Sword! It truly deserves the name!"

"That one moment when Hai Rui slammed his fist on the table—that unwavering and incorruptible spirit—completely cemented his legendary status in my heart!"

During the recording of the "Creator Competition" program, a deafening roar of cheers suddenly erupted, like a tsunami, wave after wave, so powerful that it seemed to lift the entire roof of the studio. Even in the contestants' competition rooms, which were professionally soundproofed and had closed doors, the overwhelming sound waves could be clearly felt, and even the floor beneath one's feet vibrated slightly.

In the room, Chen Yu watched the clip that had just finished playing on the screen. His eyes shone like the brightest stars in the night sky, and a wide grin spread across his face, revealing a carefree yet slightly arrogant smile. He raised his chin, his tone filled with undisguised pride, and slowly spoke to the camera:

"Aren't some people always clamoring to see me write about famous scenes?"

"Now, here's the iconic scene you've been waiting for. Watch closely, and have you learned it?"

At this moment, whether it's the audience at the recording of the "Creators Competition," netizens watching the live stream, or viewers in front of their television screens, everyone is enthusiastically discussing Hai Rui's exhilarating and desperate counterattack in the script. Even though the story of "The Ming Dynasty" is still just a script that hasn't been officially adapted for the big screen or acted out by actors, the scene depicted solely by the words, the moment Hai Rui slams his fist on the table and questions the audience with such force, the extreme dramatic tension, and the overwhelming righteousness, still bring an unprecedented and powerful shock to everyone who sees it, leaving a lasting impression.

The comments section was filled with heartfelt reflections from viewers:

"My god! This part was so incredibly cool!"

"The more oppressive and frustrating the preceding plot was, the more satisfying and cathartic it was when Hai Rui slammed his fist on the table!"

"It was really too difficult. Just watching it made me feel suffocated. From the moment Hai Rui stepped into Chun'an County, everyone around him was setting traps for him, trying to coerce him into killing those dozens of innocent disaster victims as traitors who colluded with the Japanese. One step forward was an abyss, and one step back was the collapse of the law. He was completely fighting alone, without a single helper."

"Even in such a desperate situation, Hai Rui managed to accurately seize the fatal loophole in the other party's case-handling procedures by relying on his thorough understanding of the Ming Dynasty Code."

"Then, following this lead, they uncovered the fatal oversight of their hasty setup and hasty fabrication of charges. Based on these two points, they launched an immediate attack and managed to turn the tide from a seemingly hopeless situation."

"To be honest, if Hai Rui hadn't taken every step perfectly from the moment he stepped into Chun'an, anyone else in that position would probably have been devoured alive long ago, without even a chance to resist."

"As expected of the legendary Ming Dynasty sword that has been passed down through the ages! Awesome! Truly awesome!"

Meanwhile, outside the script, Chen Yu, with a smug smile on his lips, raised his eyebrows and asked the camera, "Have you learned it yet?" This scene instantly brightened the eyes of countless viewers in front of the screen, and stirred up a myriad of emotions in their hearts.

A new wave of discussion instantly swept through the comments section:

"In this scene, it's not just Hai Rui, the upright official from the script, who's handsome!"

"Besides the script, Chen Yu, the author who wrote this iconic scene from the Investiture of the Gods, is also incredibly handsome!"

"Have you forgotten? During this period, he faced blatant questioning and malicious suppression from Guo Gang, the president of the Screenwriters Association. There were also so-called industry veterans and members of the Screenwriters Association who fanned the flames, created momentum, and smeared him. Even many uninformed viewers were swayed and began to doubt and question his script."

"Isn't Chen Yu's current situation just like Hai Rui's in the script, facing immense pressure from all sides, standing alone at the forefront of the storm?"

"But he had that confidence. He said he would bring out a masterpiece, and he immediately produced such a god-level masterpiece. Moreover, it was top-notch from the start, silencing everyone."

"What industry suppression? What authoritative seniors? Sorry, in the face of this absolute talent that practically overflows the screen and is visible to the naked eye, they are all insignificant and trivial!"

"His casual 'Have you learned it?' isn't it a real-life moment of legendary status? Chen Yu's high spirits and the overflowing genius of this young screenwriter are all perfectly embodied in this one sentence!"

Countless viewers, with expressions of mockery and ridicule, swarmed to the comment section of Guo Gang's Weibo post, leaving a dense barrage of comments under his previous post mocking Chen Yu for failing to write memorable scenes and for his script being empty and devoid of substance:

"Have you learned it? Chairman Guo, I'm asking you a question!"

"This is hilarious! The president of the Screenwriters' Association, is this all the level and vision you have? You even had the nerve to spout nonsense online and mock Chen Yu? I think you should just let Chen Yu take the president's seat!"

"Who was it that confidently and solemnly declared that Chen Yu's script couldn't hold up, that it lacked substance and couldn't create any decent dramatic conflict? And now? Have you been slapped in the face? Doesn't it hurt?!"

Meanwhile, in the private office of the Beijing Screenwriters Association, Guo Gang sat behind a large mahogany desk, his face ashen with rage, almost turning a ghastly bluish-black. His chest heaved violently, consumed by a raging fire that nearly drove him mad. In a fit of fury, he grabbed the well-worn purple clay teacup from the desk and smashed it to the ground. With a loud crash, the teacup shattered into pieces, scalding tea splashing everywhere, along with tea leaves and dregs, scattering across the floor.

His face was filled with barely concealed shock and anger. If you looked closely, you could see a hint of fear deep in his almost spitting fire eyes—a fear he himself was unwilling to admit, much less let others see. Even this veteran screenwriter, who had been immersed in the industry for decades, once revered by countless people as a pillar of the field, and now sitting in the position of president of the Screenwriters Association, had never imagined that Chen Yu could actually write such a classic scene that could be called a god.

The moment Hai Rui slammed his fist on the table, the exhilarating outpouring of long-suppressed emotions, the awe-inspiring righteousness and unwavering adherence to the law—it all seemed to leap off the page, stirring the heart. Hai Rui's entire dramatic turnaround was logically flawless; every question struck at the opponent's Achilles' heel, each point interconnected and impeccable. No matter how hard Guo Gang clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and desperately tried to find fault, to nitpick and find a logical loophole, he was utterly helpless.

In his heart, shock, anger, and fear were intertwined and churning violently. He simply couldn't believe that a young screenwriter who hadn't received formal training and whom he ridiculed as an amateur could write such a tense and brilliant plot, even surpassing the pieces he himself had written during his peak years by several levels.

Even so, to make Guo Gang admit in front of the entire internet that he had misjudged the situation, that he had said the wrong thing, and that Chen Yu's abilities were far greater than he had imagined? That would be worse than killing him!

Guo Gang clenched his teeth, his face contorted with anger and obsession, and the look in his eyes was almost manic.

Can't find anything wrong? No problem. Even if it's fabricated out of thin air, even if it's just a forced argument, he'll find something wrong with it! He will never admit defeat so easily, and he will never let a young upstart climb up the ladder by stepping on his reputation!

Thinking of this, he sat back down in front of the computer and his fingers flew across the keyboard. Before long, he posted a new Weibo message.

"Is this reasonable? Does this make sense?"

"This is utter nonsense, incredibly childish!"

"According to normal social norms and official logic, the other party was originally aiming to make this matter a mess and turn it into an ironclad case. How could they easily abandon their plan just because Hai Rui said a few words?"

"This alone is enough to show that although the script seems to be written in a deliberately profound way, it is actually extremely shallow, completely illogical, and lacks any logic that can withstand scrutiny!"

As soon as the Weibo post was published, Guo Gang immediately forwarded it to the official group chat of the Screenwriters Association.

Unlike before, when he would post something on Weibo and the group would immediately erupt in a flurry of responses and flattery, this time the group was eerily quiet, almost deserted, with no one speaking for a long time. Previously, whenever Guo Gang posted something targeting Chen Yu on Weibo, countless association members would jump out and eagerly echo his sentiments as soon as it was shared in the group. Some even impatiently screenshotted themselves commenting and posting it in the group, as if trying to curry favor with Guo Gang, afraid of being left behind if they were even a step too late.

Ever since the incident at the poetry association, where they joined Guo Gang in mocking Chen Yu, only to be humiliated by Chen Yu and subjected to a barrage of online criticism, they've become terrified. Just moments ago, when Guo Gang posted a Weibo post mocking Chen Yu for not being able to write memorable scenes, they all reposted and echoed his sentiments, joining in the online ridicule of Chen Yu's script. But so quickly, Chen Yu dropped a bombshell, delivering a resounding slap in the face to them all. Now, their Weibo comment sections are filled with insults and mockery; they don't even dare log into their accounts, still reeling from this humiliation.

And then Guo Gang posted this Weibo post, expecting them to repost it? Shouldn't they at least be given a break? Being publicly humiliated time and time again, their faces are practically swollen from the blows—who can stand that?!

Guo Gang stared at the group chat interface, and seeing that no new messages popped up for a long time, his already unpleasant expression instantly darkened even more, and the veins on his forehead throbbed involuntarily.

?

With a flick of his finger, he sent a cold, question mark to the group chat.

Immediately afterwards, he typed out another sentence, filled with undisguised anger: "Are you all going to shut up? Have you all become mute?"

The group remained silent for a while before one of the association members, who was usually close to Guo Gang, cautiously jumped out and sent a few words:

"President, it's not that we don't want to speak up, it's just that Chen Yu is currently riding high, his talent is at its peak, and judging from his appearance, it seems like when inspiration strikes, it's unstoppable, like a spring flowing forth."

"Should we...should we lay low for now and wait until things calm down?"

"And President, why don't you set your Weibo comments to be featured? The comment section is just......"

Upon hearing this, Guo Gang's face instantly turned even more ashen, almost dripping with anger. He immediately typed out a few words, each one brimming with rage:

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"You don't trust my professional judgment based on so many years of experience?"

"What, you're thinking of joining the others and leaving the Writers Guild?"

Upon seeing Guo Gang's words, all the screenwriters in the group had a slight change in expression, and an indescribable bitterness instantly spread from the bottom of their hearts.

Leaving the association was something they would never even consider, much less dare to do. Although staying in the association meant following Guo Gang's instructions in everything, and constantly having to flatter and fawn over him, saying and doing things against their conscience, the industry resources the Screenwriters' Association held were unparalleled, and the various subsidies and benefits they received each year were quite generous. If they really offended Guo Gang and were kicked out of the association, all these resources and benefits they relied on for survival would be lost, and they would find it impossible to move forward in this industry.

Thinking of this, no matter how unwilling they were or how afraid they were of being embarrassed, they could only force themselves to reply in the group chat with bitter faces, vying to flatter each other:

"How could that be, Chairman! We could never have such thoughts!"

"There can't be two suns in the sky, nor two masters among the people. Chairman Guo, you are the only sun in our hearts! We will follow you forever!"

"I wasn't speaking just now because I was carefully considering what you said, Chairman. It was absolutely brilliant! Truly ingenious! You saw right through the surface to the essence; it was spot on, hitting the nail on the head!"

"I've already forwarded the president's Weibo post! Everyone needs to see the president's professional commentary!"

Seeing that the group chat had instantly returned to its usual flattery and agreement, and the members of the Screenwriters Association all expressed their opinions, Guo Gang's gloomy face finally softened a bit, and the anger in his chest subsided slightly.

Just then, Guo Gang's newly posted Weibo post, along with the content reposted by the members of the Screenwriters Association, quickly reached Chen Yu's ears. Looking at the content on his phone screen, the mocking smile on Chen Yu's lips became even more pronounced.

Seeing Guo Gang's assertive comments on Weibo, claiming that this part of the plot was childish, shallow, and illogical, Chen Yu felt both annoyed and amused, almost bursting out laughing. He could call any script childish and shallow, but if "The Ming Dynasty" could be described with those words, then there was no script in the world that wasn't childish and shallow.

Especially the scene where Hai Rui pulls off a miraculous comeback and breaks through the impasse is the most crucial part of these scenes, the core of the entire story. Every line of dialogue and every plot point is perfectly executed, seamlessly connected, leaving no room for criticism. And what follows is only more explosive and spectacular; Hai Rui single-handedly saves the collapsing situation and upholds the laws of the Ming Dynasty—that is the truly divine and unparalleled scene!

Why did Guo Gang have to question the plausibility of this particular plot point? Chen Yu sneered inwardly. He could only think that even if someone was courting death, there was no better way to do it. But since Guo Gang had come to him looking for trouble, Chen Yu had no reason not to grant his wish.

He turned his head slightly, gave a sneer at the camera, and his eyes revealed undisguised arrogance and confidence.

"It seems that some people not only don't know how to write memorable scenes, but now they also need to go back to school and learn what common sense and logic are."

"Is this all the Writers Guild president is capable of?"

"Alright, since you're so eager to learn, I'll treat it as a free lesson and teach you properly. Pay close attention to the following scene and learn carefully!"