Huayu: It's normal for me, as a director, to mentor young actresses, right?

Chapter 68 The Pledge of Allegiance

How could Lin Yu be completely oblivious to the online discussions about "My Love from the Star"? He not only cared, but he was also fully aware of them.

From the moment Hu Jintao and Liu Shishi made their Reuters report at the opening ceremony, people have been summarizing and reporting on the direction of public opinion online every day.

Lin Yu knew perfectly well that the group of old-fashioned people were jumping up and down in anxiety online every day.

On Weibo, Baidu Tieba, and various forums, the debate about "Ming Dynasty clothing" and "Manchu clothing" has reached a fever pitch recently.

Seeing that the aesthetic habits cultivated over so many years, one drama after another, are about to be destroyed all at once by "My Love from the Star," how could those people possibly sit still?

Those forces that have long been dedicated to glorifying the Qing Dynasty, promoting "cheongsam culture," and shaping the image of the "Kangxi and Qianlong Prosperity" are genuinely feeling threatened.

Various "experts" and "influencers" have jumped in, expressing all sorts of opinions:

"The cheongsam is an improvement on traditional clothing, representing progress."

"Manchu clothing blends the characteristics of multiple ethnic groups and is the crystallization of cultural integration."

Lin Yu couldn't help but laugh when he saw these lines. Some of them were even suggested by him out of "kindness."

They actually believe and say these ridiculous things.

If Lin Yu doesn't help them find some direction, these people will be like headless flies every day, with no idea how to refute the trend of Ming Dynasty Hanfu online.

After all, that kind of clothing looks better; anyone with eyes can tell at a glance.

If these people are just being unreasonable, they won't make much of a splash.

Only by truly deepening the debate can we get more people involved.

The trend will pass quickly, but the issue will persist for a long time.

For example, which is the authentic sweet tofu pudding or savory tofu pudding? Let's invite the debaters from both sides to the stage.

Moreover, dealing with these "experts" and "influencers" requires more than just verbal clashes.

No matter how intense the verbal battle gets, at most it's just a few insults and a few accounts being banned, nothing serious. You always need to produce some solid evidence.

As for whether "taking money to do something" is considered employment or a crime, it may indeed be difficult to define.

But it's a different story when it comes to them. You have to understand that the headquarters of the Manchu Association is in the United States, which is considered accepting foreign funds and undermining national unity.

If it's confirmed, then he really will be going to jail.

As for where this evidence came from, well, someone just delivered it to us.

Looking at Lin Yu's smiling face, Wang Zhongjun thought to himself, "You might as well let me go and give them a piece of my mind."

They've been around for so many years, who cares about being scolded a few times? But if they really dig up all the dogs they've painstakingly raised over the years, then there'll be absolutely no room for reconciliation.

These people are not easy to train.

Behind every "expert" and every "big V" (influencer), there are tens of thousands of ordinary people who are unaware of the truth.

They stirred up various public opinion trends online and guided the direction of public opinion.

This is the key asset that has enabled them to wield such influence in the film and television industry over the years.

"If Mr. Wang is having trouble, he can go back and think about it again." Lin Yu's smile remained unchanged as he made a gesture to stand up and see the guest out.

If you hesitate to change your allegiance, who will trust you? To put it nicely, it's called abandoning darkness for light; to put it bluntly, it's betraying your master for personal gain.

"Director Lin, don't be in such a hurry." Seeing Lin Yu stand up, Wang Zhongjun also became a little anxious. "I was just thinking about who I have on hand."

Wang Zhongjun came here today with the intention of changing bosses. At his level, how could he still be superstitious about the "glory of the Qing Dynasty"?

We're all businessmen; whoever provides the food is the boss.

Those people seem to be all-powerful and influential in the industry, but if they were really that influential, they wouldn't just stay within the entertainment circle.

Over the years, Wang Zhongjun has come to realize that those people's power is declining day by day, and the new generation of young people are increasingly less swayed by their rhetoric.

The terms "cultural confidence" and "national rejuvenation" are not empty slogans, but real social trends.

If I leave empty-handed today without accomplishing anything, what if word gets out...

Those who need to deal with him won't just be the "old guard" and "remnants of the past."

Lin Yu's side will also treat him as a fence-sitter and use him as a target. Once the two sides start fighting, the fence-sitter will be the one who dies the fastest.

The worst outcome is pleasing neither side.

"Director Lin, I only have a small group of people under my command," Wang Zhongjun said cautiously. "As you know, those people are usually active in the United States, and none of the leaders dare to return to China."

Hearing this, Lin Yu nodded reluctantly and sat back down. "It's okay. It would be strange if you had all of them. As the great man said, 'Pull up some, beat up some, and divide some.'"

Wang Zhongjun breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "Understood, Director Lin. I'll get back and organize it, and send it over within three days."

"Why are you giving this to me?" Lin Yu glanced at him. "You're the one who should be doing this yourself, why do you need me to handle it?"

Just kidding. If Lin Yu has to do everything himself, what use are you?

"Okay, Director Lin, I'll get to work on this as soon as I get back." Wang Zhongjun sighed inwardly; it seemed there really wasn't any room for maneuver left.

"Then I won't see Mr. Wang off." Lin Yu picked up his teacup and sat steadily on the sofa.

"Director Lin, you're busy. I'll head back now." Wang Zhongjun stood up, bowed slightly, and then turned to leave.

Watching Wang Zhongjun's departing figure, Lin Yu walked to the small refrigerator, skillfully took out a can of cola, and took a sip.

"Every time I receive guests, I have to drink a lot of tea. When I become the boss, I will definitely change all the drinks served to cola."

Lin Yu stood up and walked to the window. The window of the executive lounge overlooked most of Hengdian Film and Television City. He thought about how his planned fishing scheme had ultimately turned into a net-casting spree.

But let them try to squeeze money out of them, as long as they can get their money. After they pay, there's another hurdle waiting for them.

Before Lin Yu could even finish admiring the scenery, he was hugged from behind.

"Brother Xiaoyu, are you surprised? Unexpected?" Nazha's voice, muffled, came from behind.

Lin Yu finally relaxed. He had just been thinking of taking him down and pinning him to the ground.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say you were waiting for me in Jinling?" Lin Yu turned around and habitually patted Nazha's head.

"But you said you were going to Jinling to be with me today." Nazha pouted, it was hard to tell if she was unhappy that Lin Yu didn't come to see her, or if he had messed up her hair again.

"I've been busy with something," Lin Yu said with a smile, taking her hand. "I'll be there once I'm done."

"I know, that's why I came to find you." Nazha's eyes sparkled. "Elbow, come upstairs with me."

Wait, the surprise you mentioned is this fine wash?!