Miss Liu was touched, her eyes slightly moist.
In the five years she had known Li Chen, he had posted to his blog only a handful of Times.
More than half of those posts were actually made by her using his account.
Including this Time, the only two Times he had posted were both because of her.
Even though this Time he was facing the official Hundred Flowers Film Festival, Li Chen still chose not to remain silent.
Miss Liu’s heart was incredibly soft.
Without saying a word, she leaned slightly and quietly rested in Li Chen’s arms.
She truly wished this moment could last forever, until the end of Time.
Unfortunately, Li Chen was a practical man.
He never played the game of doing good deeds without seeking recognition.
Since he had stood up for Miss Liu, he intended to claim his reward.
The warm and peaceful atmosphere was abruptly broken by Li Chen.
He accurately found Miss Liu’s soft lips and covered them with his own.
“Mm…” Miss Liu hadn’t even reacted when Li Chen forcefully broke through her lips.
The two embraced fully, passionately kissing.
Miss Liu’s pink bra and panties slipped off.
The two indulged in the fervent eruption of passion between a man and a woman.
Facing Li Chen’s unrestrained demands, Miss Liu willingly and silently endured.
After more than half an hour, peace finally returned.
Miss Liu curled into Li Chen’s embrace, holding him tightly.
She buried her head in his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat.
Two tears of happiness unconsciously streamed from the corners of her eyes.
Li Chen felt a coolness on his chest, lowered his head, and saw it.
He gently wiped away the glistening tears from the corner of her eye with his right hand: “Why are you crying?”
Miss Liu silently shook her head, still not speaking.
After a long moment, she lifted her head, smiling as brightly as a flower.
“Director Li, I want to have your baby!”
Li Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled after two seconds.
He gently pinched Miss Liu’s delicate cheek: “One isn’t enough? If you don’t have ten, I won’t let you off.”
Miss Liu chuckled, playfully hitting Li Chen: “Do you think I’m a pig! Ten babies?”
“Should I have eleven for you, to make a whole football team?”
Li Chen burst out laughing: “Add me, and it’s eleven, isn’t it? Their dad will be the goalkeeper.”
“With their dad there, no one will even think of breaking through our home’s gate.”
The two were full of tenderness, Miss Liu listening to Li Chen’s endlessly charming sweet nothings.
She felt that happiness was probably just like this.
Crystal Wu was secluded from the world, and Miss Liu was like a princess in a fairy tale, pampered to the heavens by Li Chen.
Many female celebrities envied her.
Outside, the world was already in turmoil.
Li Chen’s single blog post directly set two precedents.
First, Li Chen’s blog post garnered over three million clicks within an hour, setting a new record since blogs began internal testing in 2004, with the queen of blogs, Liu Yifei, only able to take second place.
Second, since the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Film Festival was established, Li Chen was the first public figure to openly criticize the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers for shady dealings and fraud through a public platform.
Netizens and Liu Yifei’s fans were furious.
They directly crashed the blog’s server.
They couldn't leave comments or repost.
Angered, the fans could only run to the official Sina website of the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Film Festival and curse loudly in the comments section.
The comments under Li Chen’s blog were all exceptionally striking.
“Xiao Li Zi is mighty! His anger for a beauty is so great, Wu Yusen’s loss is not unjust.”
“Why is Xiao Li Zi so childish? He only tells the truth!”
“The Celestial Fairy has found a good man! From now on, I’ll give Xiao Li Zi above 60 points, he’s passed.”
“Chen Ge has been deified in my heart, no words needed, a true man!”
“I always thought the tradition of the Golden Rooster Awards was that no one knew the award recipient before they received it, and no one knew them after! When did Hundred Flowers learn the Golden Rooster’s tradition?”
The Golden Horse Awards and Golden Horse Awards were not to be outdone, jumping out one after another to mock the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers.
Wen Jun, Chairman of the Golden Horse Awards, stated directly: “The Golden Rooster doesn’t crow, the Hundred Flowers fall, cinema cannot be run this way!”
The Golden Horse Awards also chimed in: “Mainstream themes have become niche, what’s wrong with the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers?”
At this moment, in a conference room of the Filmmakers Association.
A sixty-something old man sat in the middle of the rectangular conference table.
His face was dark, his chest heaving, as he angrily pounded the table.
“Lawless! No sense of the bigger picture! Such a person must not be tolerated!”
“Make him delete the blog immediately, otherwise—”
As soon as he said “otherwise,” the old man suddenly got stuck.
He had originally intended to say, “otherwise, we’ll kick him out of the association.”
But he was too angry and had forgotten that this young man was not part of any association; he was an outsider.
The Secretary-General of the Filmmakers Association also looked grim.
No matter how much he explained, the media, the audience, and the netizens would not buy it.
He had disagreed with this approach from the beginning.
But the higher-ups insisted on pushing it through.
Did they still think this was the 1980s or 90s?
Now it was the internet age.
Every action, every word, would be infinitely magnified by the internet.
The audience had eyes, and netizens weren’t all fools.
Even if the Golden Rooster Awards had given Best Picture to «Zhang» last year, probably no one would have said anything.
But the Hundred Flowers Awards were purely decided by audience votes.
And they even found 101 middle-aged people aged 38.
This logic, only leaders could come up with it.
Seeing the old man’s hands trembling with anger, the Secretary-General feared he might get sick.
He quickly tried to smooth things over: “Old Chen, how about we talk to General Manager Han?”
“I imagine he would still listen to General Manager Han. I’ll also go talk to Lao Tian.”
“No matter what, Lao Tian is his mentor. He wouldn’t go so far as to betray his teacher, would he?”
A short, stout man with a receding hairline, over fifty years old, suddenly interjected: “How could Lao Tian take such a person as a student?”
Another skinny man wearing presbyopic glasses chimed in: “Exactly! Is Lao Tian out of his mind? I think he’s been dormant for ten years and gone stupid!”
Those who spoke were all elderly; association members under 50 just listened silently.
Many of them actually agreed with Li Chen’s statements.
However, for now, it wasn't their turn to speak in the association.
Especially in such a large environment in China that emphasizes seniority and connections.
At least in the short term, the younger generation like them had no say.
Watching these people, all over fifty, looking indignant, many strong and capable members secretly laughed.
These people’s minds were still stuck in the last century. Reform and opening up had been going on for decades, and they still wanted to have a one-man show?
It seemed the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers had split, but in reality, it was just a change of appearance, still the same family.
Han Sanping knew he wouldn't have peace; he hadn't expected Li Chen to be so bold.
Openly bombarding these old guys.
He even disregarded him, the producer of «Zhang».
Indeed, a newborn calf fears no tiger.
Although Han Sanping didn’t approve of Li Chen’s actions, he still greatly admired Li Chen internally.
Several of his reforms for Chinese cinema were seen as radical pioneers by these old guys.
They were completely at odds with these elderly conservatives.
