Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: This Top Star Has Real Achievements

The leader pondered for a moment, then looked up at everyone in the conference room.

This time, however, he didn't ask anyone, "So what should we do now?"

Before anyone below could speak, his phone, which was on the table, suddenly rang.

He glanced at the caller ID, immediately stood up, thought for a moment, and answered the phone without leaving the conference room.

"Hello, boss. Yes, it's been investigated and confirmed."

"There are no problems with Li Xiang. The cause of this conflict is simply that he rejected Taro's movie offer."

"Yes, I will contact the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers Association to arrange for someone to work on writer Lu. Understood, good leader, I'll get on it right away."

After hanging up the phone, he did not sit down again. Instead, he looked at the group of people who had stood up upon hearing the call and conveyed his instructions in a deep voice.

"The higher-ups are already aware of the whole thing and are very angry about it, believing that the international impact of this incident is extremely negative."

"So what should we do next?"

"First, stabilize domestic public opinion. Second, notify the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers Association, ordering writer Lu to issue a public apology."

"Freedom of speech is true, but as an artist who receives state subsidies, one cannot speak without considering international repercussions."

"But considering the veteran writer's past contributions, all his positions will be removed once this controversy has subsided."

"As you get older, you should return to simplicity, focus on writing, and strive to create works that the masses enjoy. That is the right path."

"Understood. Should we also communicate with Li Xiang and ask him to exercise restraint?"

The leader pondered for a moment: "Let's see. We need to determine who is in the right, but we must also be careful not to let the conflict escalate indefinitely."

This short conversation essentially set the tone for the great writer Lu.

To put it bluntly, it means stripping away all the identity and halo that he relied on for his standing.

The meeting room was silent. Everyone present knew that this time, the Lu family's long-cultivated status and influence had come to an end.

Once the meeting instructions were issued, the relevant departments acted swiftly and decisively, without the slightest delay.

Just thirty minutes later, two discreet vehicles slowly drove into a long-established residential compound for artists in Beijing.

The courtyard was shaded by green trees and was home to many senior figures in the literary world, but the arrival of the two cars added a sense of oppression.

At this time, the great writer Lu was still sitting in his study, maintaining the air of a literary master, waiting for Li Xiang's reputation to be damaged.

At the same time, they were also proud of their sharp wit and ability to easily manipulate public opinion.

In his view, as a senior writer in the literary world and a well-paid author, it was only natural for him to comment on anyone.

He was even planning in his mind to wait for the storm to escalate for a few more days, and then use the connections he had built up over the years to make a few more moves.

"Mr. Lu, I apologize for disturbing you."

The nanny gently pushed open the study door, and the head of the literary association walked in first. Although he was still polite, his tone was indifferent.

When Old Lu looked up and saw the four uninvited guests, his heart sank and he felt a vague sense of unease.

He still feigned composure, setting down his teacup: "Why have you leaders come in person? Is it about the online controversy, to seek justice for me?"

The person in charge didn't respond to that, but instead sat down and got straight to the point: "We've come today to formally convey the superior's decision regarding your case."

"Your online remarks have triggered extremely negative public opinion overseas, seriously damaged the country's image, and caused adverse international repercussions."

Upon hearing this, the renowned writer Lu's expression changed: "It's just normal literary commentary, criticizing current affairs, why take it to this?"

Although he tried to explain himself, his tone remained somewhat stubborn.

"That Li Xiang acts arrogantly and sets a bad example. As a senior, am I wrong to offer him some advice?"

"Whether it's right or wrong, the country only speaks based on facts." The person in charge of the literary and art federation no longer tolerated him.

"Your remarks have been widely interpreted and amplified by overseas media and equality organizations, and have risen to the level of cultural prejudice and media bullying."

"While sparking a global boycott, it has also completely disrupted the positive atmosphere for China's cultural exchanges with the outside world, with extremely negative consequences."

A staff member from the Writers' Association also produced a notice of action: "After joint assessment by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers' Association, a final decision has been made."

"First, we order you to issue a public apology statement, apologizing to Li Xiang and the public for your inappropriate remarks and misleading public opinion."

"Secondly, you are relieved of all positions held by the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers Association, and your special appointment status and industry review qualifications are revoked."

These two short sentences struck the great writer Lu like two thunderbolts.

His face turned deathly pale instantly, his blood seemed to run cold, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Remove them from all positions? What's going on here?

Is the intention to strip him of his lifelong literary identity and industry halo?

"No...it's impossible!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief.

"I've suffered so much and created so many great works, and you want to dismiss me just because of a few comments? That's unreasonable!"

"The organization retained your membership and did not pursue further action because it took into account your past creative contributions."

The person in charge looked at the distraught old man, but his tone remained calm.

"Retaining your right to write, allowing you to return to the creative process, and freeing you from official duties is already the maximum level of leniency we can offer."

At the opportune moment, a staff member from the Writers' Association spoke up: "Mr. Lu, the higher-ups' attitude is very firm; there is no room for negotiation on this matter."

"If you are not clear about the extent of the impact, you can call your son back and let him see the public opinion overseas."

"To be honest, the impact of this matter is far too severe, and the punishment given to you is already considered lenient."

"I don't believe it!" Old Lu suddenly looked up. "I didn't do anything, how did it escalate to the national level?"

"Did that kid try to pull strings at the Beijing Film Academy? Or did Huace give you some benefits? Otherwise, why would you be so biased towards him?"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the people from the Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the Writers Association immediately darkened.

They were subordinates of the propaganda department, and since they were caught up in the mess, they were at least ashamed of the old man in front of them.

Instead of reflecting on his own actions, the old man continued to ramble on and on about them, clearly not knowing the meaning of death.

Those members of the Writers' Association who knew his situation better looked at the old man calmly.

"With your extensive connections, why don't you go and find out just how big of a mess you've made? Let's end the meeting here. I hope you'll take care of yourself."

After saying that, she left without giving him any further chance to pester her.

Left alone, Lu Lao sat stiffly in his chair, watching the figures of the others turn and leave, feeling a tightness in his chest.

But he still couldn't believe that a short Weibo post could lead to this outcome.

With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone, ready to call Taro and ask what had happened overseas.

"Dad! Something's happened! Something terrible has happened!"

"Your remarks were reprinted by The New York Times and the Associated Press, and were even labeled as discrimination and bullying by equality organizations!"