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In a luxurious private club, Feng Kuzi lounged comfortably on a plush sofa, his crooked teeth glinting as he closed his eyes, savoring the gentle massage from a second-tier actress. Her skilled hands worked expertly, and he wore an expression of bliss.
Suddenly, his assistant hurriedly knocked and entered the room, looking somewhat anxious as he carefully handed over a phone. Lowering his voice, he said, "Boss, this person is spouting nonsense that could affect the reputation of our new film. What should we do?"
Feng Kuzi paused in his enjoyment, momentarily taken aback by the news. He took the phone and squinted at the screen. A flicker of confusion crossed his face before he casually tossed the device aside with a scoff. "Isn't this ridiculous? Yue Fei a loyal minister? Hahaha!"
The actress, Song Xiaoshi, quickly joined in with a few forced laughs, her smile laced with a hint of flattery and servility. There was a spark of cleverness in her eyes. She had caught wind of the mention of the new film, and her mind ignited with thoughts of how to leverage this opportunity for her own gain.
Her sugar daddy was the owner of this club, and today’s arrangement for her to be here giving Feng Kuzi a massage was all about securing her chance to audition for the lead role in "Eternal Minister and Prime Minister Qin." She was acutely aware that this was a rare opportunity she could not afford to let slip away.
Having been in the industry for over seven years now, she had initially made waves with her youthful beauty and decent acting skills under the banner of the Four Little Flowers. However, time had passed swiftly, and she still found herself stuck as a second-tier actress. The harsh reality weighed heavily on her heart, often robbing her of sleep at night.
Navigating through the entertainment industry had been fraught with challenges; she had poured countless tears and sweat into her career. For various reasons, she had missed out on numerous opportunities that could have propelled her to stardom. Now, as time showed no mercy and left its marks on her face, the pressure within her grew daily.
Online discussions were already buzzing with opinions on who would be the next Four Little Flowers. If she couldn't elevate her status soon, would she really have to compete against younger newcomers brimming with vitality?
Every time she thought about it, a sense of unease washed over her. It felt as if she were trapped in an unfathomable black hole. She was acutely aware of the ruthless nature of the entertainment industry. Newcomers emerged like mushrooms after rain, and the competition was fierce to the point of being brutal. If she couldn't seize the fleeting opportunities and capital she still had, it would be nearly impossible for her to rise again in the future.
Song Xiaoshi was calculating how to turn this turmoil to her advantage. However, her assistant was too preoccupied with his own thoughts to pay her any mind. He understood all too well that his boss, Feng Kuzi, was the only one who mattered. If Feng Kuzi fell because of this incident, his own prospects would be bleak as well. Therefore, he had to think of a way to make Feng Kuzi take this seriously.
Feng Kuzi remained nonchalant, but the assistant dared not take that lightly. With an anxious expression, he quickly elaborated, "Boss, this person is no simple character; he’s the youngest History Professor at Yanjing University!"
Feng Kuzi continued to act indifferent, seemingly unconcerned. At that moment, Song Xiaoshi seized the opportunity to interject, "What’s so great about a History Professor? Can he compare to our Feng Dao's fame? Our Feng Dao is an internationally renowned director; even the president of Yanjing University would have to bow and greet him first, right, Feng Dao?"
Song Xiaoshi's face was plastered with flattery as she tried to curry favor with Feng Kuzi. Of course, Feng Kuzi saw right through her. He knew she was just buttering him up, and her attempts were rather clumsy. He understood very well that someone of the president's caliber was not someone he could provoke. However, since there were no other people around, he temporarily set aside those concerns and indulged in a fantasy about that scenario, satisfying his vanity.
Seeing that Feng Kuzi still wasn’t taking it seriously, the assistant furrowed his brow in frustration and added urgently, "This professor recently wrote a sensational piece that completely overturned Old Master’s reputation; now he’s targeting us! I think he means trouble!"
At the mention of Old Master’s name, Feng Kuzi froze for a moment and quickly focused. Both were directors from Dragon Kingdom who gained international acclaim through their documentary-style films about scars from history. They had always been rivals, competing openly and covertly without yielding an inch.
Old Master’s film "Demon Qi" became a classic and won numerous awards internationally, elevating his reputation even further. That was why Feng Kuzi was preparing to shoot "Eternal Capable Minister," aiming to fill that gap and not fall behind in their competition.
Yesterday, Demon Qi was vindicated, and he felt quite pleased about it. He thought it was a perfect convergence of timing, location, and people. He imagined that with Old Master's proud work being overturned, his own upcoming project would surely shine brightly and take the lead.
However, to his surprise, just one night later, it was his newly planned project, Eternal Capable Minister, that was under scrutiny? It was all happening too fast, leaving him completely unprepared.
Feng Kuzi furrowed his brows tightly, and his expression darkened instantly. He coldly commanded, "Get those writers moving. We need to suppress this Lin and ruin his reputation. They've taken so much of our money; now it's time for them to deliver. Tell them if they don't do well, their subsidies will be cut in half next month!" His tone was filled with anger and ruthlessness, as if he wanted to crush the person named Lin completely.
At that moment, however, Lin seemed oblivious to the online turmoil. He was calmly participating in an interview with Dragon Country Television. Although it wasn't the highly regarded first channel, the ninth channel focused on military and agriculture still held significant prestige and influence.
"Professor Lin," the female host Kong Yue began, dressed in a crisp military uniform with an air of confidence and admiration in her eyes. "First of all, thank you for correcting the history of Qi General, allowing this general to no longer be wronged and adding another strong figure to our national defense."
Lin smiled and gently waved his hand. "It's my duty as a historian. Contributing to the restoration of historical truth and aiding our nation's defense is an honor."
Kong Yue's lips curled into a smile as she replied, "You're too modest." Then she shifted her tone to a more serious one. "Before we officially begin, I have a side question. There has been quite a stir online regarding your statements about national defense capabilities. Was that truly your opinion?"
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