I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

He deliberately started with broken Chinese, then switched back to fluent English.

"You once said that Avatar was a science fiction film created by China and exclusively for the people of China."

"But we all know that science fiction films have always been a weak point in Chinese cinema."

"I'd like to ask, where do you get the confidence to say such a thing?"

He paused, a malicious glint in his blue eyes behind his glasses.

"What if... I mean, what if this movie is a critical and commercial failure?"

"Does that mean you've not only made yourself, but also your country, lose face in front of the whole world?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "lost face," making his provocative intent obvious.

"Does this also prove that the Chinese are a nation lacking imagination, and that they would never be able to make a decent science fiction film in their lifetime?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room erupted in uproar.

The domestic journalists were all indignant, wishing they could pierce through that journalist with their eyes.

This is no longer a question; this is blatant humiliation!

Liu Dehua, who was sitting next to Xiao Chen, immediately darkened his face.

He had been a prominent figure in the film industry for decades and had seen all sorts of storms, but such direct malice still ignited a fire of anger in his chest.

He clenched his fist, leaned forward slightly, and was about to speak in rebuttal.

Just then, a hand gently pressed on his arm.

That hand was long, fair, and had distinct knuckles, exuding an undeniable sense of calm and strength.

Andy Lau turned his head and met Xiao Chen's eyes.

There was no anger in those beautiful peach blossom eyes; they were as calm as a deep pool.

He shook his head almost imperceptibly at Andy Lau, then turned back to the blond reporter.

The boy's clear voice was clearly transmitted throughout the entire venue through the microphone.

He smiled, a smile that was still bright, but like a sharp dagger, instantly piercing through the other person's disguise of gentlemanly conduct.

"My friend, the journalist."

He answered in fluent English, his pronunciation as pure as if he had just stepped out of an Oxford University classroom.

"Your question is very interesting."

He leaned back slightly, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously, his posture as relaxed as if he were having a casual chat.

"What if... I mean, what if?"

He mimicked the other person's tone and asked back slowly and deliberately.

"Does the success of this film prove that you and your country are equally narrow-minded?"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by this brilliant counterattack.

Xiao Chen's smile deepened, but his eyes revealed a hint of coldness.

"Because in China, in my understanding, we would never completely deny any possibility of a person's future just because of their past failures."

"We would not, out of our own ignorance, arrogantly judge whether a nation with five thousand years of civilization lacks imagination."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was firm and resounding.

The blond reporter's face turned from white to red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The microphone in my hand felt like it weighed a ton.

There was a brief silence in the hall, followed by thunderous applause.

The domestic reporters clapped enthusiastically, their eyes welling up with tears. It was so satisfying!

This is exactly what they want to see!

With composure and reason, he delivered a resounding slap in the face using the highest emotional intelligence!

Andy Lau looked at the 19-year-old boy beside him with admiration and praise in his eyes.

He had initially worried that Xiao Chen, being young and impetuous, might lose control of his emotions, but he hadn't expected him to handle things so perfectly.

That composure and wisdom far beyond his years made him feel inferior.

The interview ended awkwardly amidst enthusiastic applause.

Everyone moved to the IMAX theater, ready to witness firsthand the film that had stirred up global public opinion.

The lights in the theater slowly dimmed.

The giant screen lit up, the dragon logo flashed, and the logo of Shiba Culture appeared.

Then, there was a deep blue.

The planet Pandora, without any warning, crashed into everyone's field of vision.

It was a beauty that defied description in any language.

The Hallelujah Mountains, suspended in the air, are shrouded in mist, with giant vines hanging down from the mountain and connecting to another floating mountain.

At night, all the plants on the planet emit a dazzling glow, and the ground beneath your feet radiates halos of light with every step.

Various wondrous creatures roam through the glowing jungle, while pterosaurs let out clear cries as they soar across the massive gas planet.

This is not a movie.

This is a dream.

A dream woven with the ultimate imagination, so magnificent it takes your breath away.

Apart from the movie's soundtrack, there wasn't a single other noise in the entire theater.

Everyone was captivated by the images on the screen. Their eyes widened and their mouths gaped open, like children seeing the world for the first time, afraid of missing a single frame.

The plot is not complicated; it could even be described as a clichéd "savior" story.

A disabled veteran, through the "Avatar" project, acquired the body of a Na'vi, eventually fell in love with the land, and led the Na'vi in ​​their resistance against human invasion.

But at this moment, no one cares about the story itself.

Because Xiao Chen used top-notch visual effects to give this simple story an incredibly rich and beautiful soul.

When the male protagonist first connects to his avatar, he runs freely through the jungles of Pandora.

Feeling the wind blowing past my ears, feeling the joy of my legs regaining their strength.

Many people in the theater clenched their fists unconsciously, feeling the same way.

Beneath the giant Tree of Souls, countless glowing seeds drifted down like dandelions, landing on the heroine's arrows and arms.

When the male protagonist was proven to be the "chosen one," the sacred and serene beauty he exuded made countless female viewers cover their mouths and their eyes well up with tears.

Two and a half hours felt like just a moment.

When the end credits rolled and the theater lights came back on, no one stood up.

Everyone was still leaning back in their chairs, staring blankly at the now-darkened screen, as if their souls were still lingering on that beautiful blue planet, never to return.

After a long while, someone let out a long sigh.

"Oh My God……"

That sigh was like a switch, instantly igniting the entire venue.

The applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time.

Everyone stood up spontaneously and applauded enthusiastically.

We pay the highest tribute to this great work and to the young man who created this miracle.

The blond reporter who had asked the question earlier was now completely stunned and shocked.

His mouth was half-open, and his blue eyes were filled with disbelief.

He finally understood what Xiao Chen meant by "a science fiction film exclusively for the people of China".

This is not bragging at all.

This is the most humble statement.