We asked you to make an anti-corruption film, but you made one in the name of the people!

The next morning, Lin Mo swiped his card and entered the gate of the Supreme People's Procuratorate as usual.

But today is clearly different from usual.

When Xiao Zhang at the front desk saw him, his eyes lit up: "Brother Lin! I saw the trailer yesterday, it's amazing!"

Lin Mo smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

Upon entering the elevator, I found two people already inside. One was Old Li from the office, and the other was Xiao Zhou from the discipline inspection team.

When Old Li saw Lin Mo, he immediately gave him a thumbs up: "Little Lin, you've really made the Supreme People's Procuratorate proud this time!"

Xiao Zhou got even more excited, waving his phone: "My WeChat Moments are flooded with your posts! My wife asked me last night, 'Does your company have someone this amazing?'"

Lin Mo was a little embarrassed by the praise and scratched his head: "I just filmed a TV series, I was lucky."

"Good luck?" Old Li laughed heartily. "You're telling me you were lucky? Don't be modest, kid!"

When the elevator reached the floor where the publicity department was located, Lin Mo quickly slipped out.

As soon as I entered the office, I sensed that something was off.

At this time of day, people are usually either making tea, using their computers, or chatting in small groups.

Today, everyone's eyes were fixed on the doorway—on him.

"Here it comes! The main character is here!" Xiao Wang from the next workstation was the first to shout.

"Brother Lin! You're so unfair! You filmed such a big production and didn't even tell us beforehand!"

"Exactly! We thought you were on a business trip, but it turns out you went to be a director!"

A group of people swarmed around, chattering amongst themselves.

Surrounded by people, Lin Mo was both amused and exasperated: "Everyone, I was just worried that if I told you beforehand, it would be embarrassing if I messed it up."

"Smash it? Look at the quality of that trailer, can you smash it?" Typist Xiao Liu held up his phone.

Lin Mo glanced at the comments and indeed, the comments under the official Weibo post were all filled with anticipation.

"Brother Lin, how did you manage to get those actors? Wu Gang, Zhang Fengyi—these are all big names!"

"Director Lin, could you give me a role in your next film? Even just a passerby would be fine!"

Just as Lin Mo was about to answer, a cough came from behind him.

"cough!"

Everyone turned around and saw that Old Han was standing at the doorway, looking serious.

"So we don't have to do any work anymore?"

Everyone immediately scattered like birds and beasts, some making tea, others turning on their computers, each pretending to be more serious than anyone else.

Old Han looked at Lin Mo: "Xiao Lin, come to my office."

"Okay."

Lin Mo followed Lao Han into the office. As soon as the door closed, Lao Han's serious face immediately relaxed, and he burst out laughing.

"These kids are better informed than I am." Old Han sat down in a chair, pointed to the sofa, and said, "Sit down."

Lin Mo sat down, and Lao Han poured him a cup of tea.

"How was it? Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's alright." Lin Mo took the teacup. "My phone vibrated all night, all congratulatory messages."

"That's normal." Old Han leaned back in his chair. "This is nothing. You'll know what 'busy' really means once the show airs."

Lin Mo took a sip of tea: "Director Han, is this what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Not entirely." Old Han's smile faded, and he became serious. "This morning, Prosecutor Zhao called me and told me something."

Lin Mo put down his cup and sat up straight.

"What is it?"

"CCTV wanted our cooperation in the pre-broadcast publicity," Lao Han said. "Prosecutor Zhao meant that since you're the director and one of our own, it's most appropriate for you to handle the publicity."

Lin Mo blinked: "You want me to be on TV?"

"It's not just television." Old Han counted on his fingers, "CCTV interview programs, live broadcasts on several platforms, and even live streams on Weibo, they're all scheduled. Prosecutor Zhao said you have to go whether you like it or not."

Lin Mo's lips twitched: "Director Han, I'm just a behind-the-scenes filmmaker, it's not my job to be in the public eye..."

"Don't give me that." Old Han glared at him. "You've already filmed such a big production, and you chickened out during the last interview?"

"I'm not a coward..."

"It's not like we'll just agree because we're cowards." Old Han made the decision immediately. "Prosecutor Zhao also said that publicity is crucial to the success of this film. You're the director, so you have the most say. If you don't speak up, who will?"

Lin Mo opened his mouth, but found that he really couldn't refute it.

"Alright then." He sighed. "So, when do we start?"

"Next week," Lao Han said, "CCTV will send someone to coordinate. You just need to cooperate then."

Lin Mo nodded, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.

Old Han looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Hey kid, are you still a little confused?"

"A little," Lin Mo honestly admitted. "Two months ago I was just a junior staff member writing briefings, and now I'm going to be on CCTV. Anyone would be stunned!"

"It's okay to be a little confused." Old Han patted the table. "But don't be afraid. The shows you've made stand out, they're high quality, you know what you're doing. When you're on TV, just tell the truth, say exactly how you filmed it, don't do anything fancy."

Lin Mo took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

"There's one more thing," Old Han said in a low voice. "Prosecutor Zhao revealed that the Central Propaganda Department attaches great importance to this film and may recommend it as a key production this year. Keep that in mind."

Lin Mo was taken aback: "Such a high standard?"

"What do you think?" Old Han rolled his eyes at him. "Produced by the Supreme People's Procuratorate, an anti-corruption drama, an all-star cast of veteran actors, airing on CCTV's prime time slot. With those labels stacked up, how could it be low-quality?"

Lin Mo scratched his head: "Then I'm under even more pressure."

"It's good to be under pressure." Old Han stood up, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Young man, pressure is what drives you. Go back and get ready; you'll be busy next week."

Lin Mo also stood up, walked to the door, and then turned back.

"Director Han, what do you think would be appropriate for me to wear on the show?"

Old Han was taken aback by the question, and looked him up and down: "You look fine in your jacket. Don't wear a suit, it doesn't suit you."

"Alright."

Lin Mo pushed open the door, went out, and returned to his workstation.

Xiao Wang leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Lin, what did Director Han say to you?"

As Lin Mo turned on his computer, he casually said, "Get me on CCTV."

"Tch, if you don't want to talk, fine."