Chapter 38
This comment by 天下丫丫 expressed the thoughts of most people. They thought they were just watching a happy drama, but who would have thought that there were such heavy historical regrets behind the happy drama.
Give them a minute to unfollow and cool down.
"Although I also want to scold Director Huan, honestly, I have to thank him. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have read those dusty historical books, and I wouldn't have had the chance to meet such a heroic and upright ancestor as General Yue."
"+1."
"My surname is Yue, and I'm proud to be a descendant of our ancestors."
"Don't try to harass General Yue from above. General Yue is everyone's General Yue."
Some viewers were spitting and cursing Qin Hui, while others were already trying to make connections with him.
In front of the computer, the old director of the Institute of Ancient Studies looked at everyone's heated discussion with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Uncle, tell me the truth, is there any kind of py deal between your Institute of Ancient Studies and Director Huan?"
The old director raised his eyes, pushed up his reading glasses, and said with a smile, "Yeah, a little girl like you can see that?"
The old director admitted it generously, but Yan An didn't believe it. He rolled his eyes and smiled at the old man flatteringly:
"Uncle, Director Huan is an honorary professor at the Institute of Ancient Chinese Studies. Given your personality, you must have recognized him right away. If I remember correctly, it was you who helped find the designer for Director Huan's dress."
Before the old man could speak, Yan An produced evidence: "I saw it all, the stinky old man and my Director Huan were wearing the same style."
"Uncle, you love Xiao An the most, right? Xiao An, can I ask you a favor?"
The old director continued to smile: "Let me guess, Xiao An, are you asking me to get an autograph for you?"
"I know that in this family, you, uncle, understand me the best!" Yan An gave the old director a thumbs up.
The old director teased Yan An deliberately: "But why do I remember that yesterday I seemed to hear you calling Xiao Youxiang and asking him to help you get an autograph."
"Of course, there's no such thing as too many signatures." Yan An's face began to twist as she thought of the message Xiao Xiang had just sent her, and she gritted her teeth and said:
"I'm so angry, Uncle, let me tell you, Yan Shuai Shuai is a big pig's hoof. I don't know when he met Director Huan, and he didn't even tell me."
Yan An sniffed and muttered, "What's even worse is that he asked Director Huan for an autograph in my name, but! I didn't even receive it! That's my idol's autograph, and Yan Shuaishuai secretly hid Director Huan's autograph without telling me!"
Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
The sound of a hover car's engine landing was heard from the lawn outside the door. In the room, the black dog heard the noise, twitched its ears, wagged its tail, and quickly rushed to the door, enthusiastically welcoming its owner who came home late.
After the Fenghuo internal award ceremony, Yan Zegang, who was slightly drunk, opened the door and saw the black dog waiting obediently at the door. His eyes softened for a moment, and he bent down to touch the black dog's head and whispered, "Go to sleep. You don't have to wait for me next time."
Yan Ze would say this every time he came home late, but every time, the dog would stubbornly appear at the door.
After comforting the dog, Yan Ze looked up and saw Yan Xiaoan trotting over with Dahei.
Originally, Yan An thought that with the help of the Yan family and Fenghuo, she could at least get a standing ticket to enter the venue. Unfortunately, she fell ill like a mountain. At this moment, her high fever has not completely subsided. She has a fever-reducing patch on her head and a thin blanket wrapped around her body.
It stood there like a caterpillar.
Yan Ze took off his coat and asked, "Why aren't you sleeping? You're sick but you're staying up late instead of getting enough rest. Do you want to get better?"
"Ahem, don't talk about me for now. You have a bigger problem right now, my dear brother. Don't you have anything you want to say to me?"
Xiao Xiangge had already sent her a message before. Yan Shuaishuai, this big pig's hoof, actually secretly kept Director Huan's signature. It's too much!
Yan Ze's eyelids twitched, and he thought of something. His eyes flashed slightly, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of his elderly uncle who, along with Yan An, was not getting a good rest. He was sitting in the living room, looking around with a smile on his face, as if he was watching the fun.
Yan Ze couldn't help but feel fortunate that his grandfather, who loved gossip, had gone out to relax recently, leaving Yan Xiaoan without a key general.
The more times like this, the more you should not panic.
Yan Ze remained calm and tried to fool the caterpillar. He raised his hand and placed it on the caterpillar's shoulder, saying vaguely:
"What should I say to you? Stop messing around and go back to your room to sleep. If you can't recover, you'll be the one crying and feeling miserable tomorrow."
At the end, Yan Ze did not forget to urge the old man: "Uncle, don't stay up late, it's time to rest."
Seeing Yan Ze, who had long arms and legs, quickly climbed half a flight of stairs in the blink of an eye, Yan An hurriedly shouted, "Don't run, snotty brother. I want to discuss a serious issue with you very seriously."
"I still have some important work documents to review. We can talk tomorrow if you have anything else. Be obedient."
Yan Ze didn't even turn his head, and only breathed a sigh of relief after entering the study.
Downstairs, Yan An and his uncle exchanged a glance, and the old director mouthed silently, "Slip away~"
Yan An: “…” Yan Shuaishuai felt so guilty.
"No, I still can't swallow this." Yan Caterpillar An moved all the way to the door of the study, without knocking, and pushed the door open directly.
He thought Yan Ze was just avoiding him, but when the door opened, he saw Yan Ze behind the desk, wearing gold-rimmed glasses at some point, and communicating with his subordinates through a computer. Yan An overheard and found that the communication was about business from other planets.
Due to the time difference, the people on the other side of the planet haven't finished get off work yet.
So, this old man has to work overtime after coming back from socializing?
Everyone was happily celebrating the night, but Yan Shuaishuai still had to work like a slave for the entire company.
Yan An bit his lower lip, quietly retreated, and carefully closed the door.
"Why did you come down?"
Yan An sat down on the sofa somewhat dejectedly and whispered, "I am a magnanimous person and will forgive Yan Shuaishuai this time."
Life is not easy for the old brother either. He also has his reliable moments. His sister and she are unwilling to inherit the family business. After knowing their thoughts, Yan Shuaishuai took the initiative to step forward and take on everything for them. Since junior high school, his study has been filled with various professional books, and he has also received various elite educations.
While she was happily shopping with her friends, her brother had to carry on under the pressure of inheriting the family business and the teachings of his grandfather.
Just don't worry about it.
If Yan Shuaishuai wants, it’s not impossible to give him a few of his idols’ autographs.
If you like her, just say it directly. She is not a stingy person.
Taking in the reactions of the brother and sister, the old director's smile deepened. The brother and sister have a really good relationship.
Upstairs, Yan Ze hung up the phone, took off his glasses, waited in front of the screen on the computer for a few minutes, then quietly walked to the door and listened again.
The door of the study on the second floor opened a crack silently, and then quickly and gently closed from the inside. Yan Ze closed the door again, but locked it again with concern.
Sitting back in the chair, this stage is probably over.
Yan Ze directly closed the file browsing interface on the computer, and with an expressionless handsome face, as if he was about to review a big business deal, he solemnly clicked on the Canglan website.
Man Jiang Hong, click to play.
On the next planet, the operations manager of Fenghuo's technology company closed the light computer after hanging up the call, raised his hand to scratch his head, and muttered to himself in confusion:
"It's early morning over there on Cangtian Star, right? If I remember correctly, they're holding their annual film and television festival today. It's obviously not a big deal, so why did President Yan contact me at this time? I thought something terrible had happened. I was so scared."
After much thought, the manager couldn't figure out what Yan Ze was trying to do, and finally he could only come to one conclusion: with such high standards and strict requirements, Xiaoyan might be a workaholic.
"It's so terrible."
Unaware of his subordinates' complaints, and without the self-deprecating nature of working even on vacation, Yan Ze locked himself in the study, untied his tie, leaned back in the soft chair, and happily immersed himself in the movie.
After yawning, Yan An and his uncle said goodnight to each other. Passing by the study, he vaguely saw the still bright light inside through the crack of the door, and thought to himself:
Hasn't the stinky old man rested yet?
Turn around and go downstairs to the kitchen to prepare a nutritious breakfast for the stinky old man to help him replenish his nutrition.
Oh, she is such a caring and good sister.
…
Because Fenghuo held an awards ceremony right after Carnival Night, Yan Ze only had time to watch Huan Xu's new work after returning home. By then, the first and second waves of fans had already finished watching the movie.
Everyone is waiting for the latest and hottest comments from people who watch the film.
"Other film critics might be lazy, but I bet a spicy noodle that Mr. Taihang, as a fan of Director Huan, will definitely stay up all night to write a review."
It’s not the fans who are talking nonsense, but the film reviews of Chi Ling and Jin Se are released first by Teacher Taihang, with fast speed and most importantly, high quality.
Fans don’t know that Teacher Taihang is rushing to catch up on the drama due to force majeure.
But even without Taihang, there are still Xingchen.
Gu Chen had just returned from Xinghuo with Huan Xu and Professor Gu not long ago. A small award ceremony was also held inside Xinghuo. It might not be as grand, but it was lively and exciting.
Gu Chen could also feel that something was different.
The sparks were full of life again, unlike the lifeless state they had been in when their mother left. Everyone had a direction to work towards again, and the person who brought them all together...
Gu Chen glanced downstairs and noticed the gaze. Huan Xu raised his eyes and saw Xiao Gu standing at the door looking down. He smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Gu Chen held the door handle to hide his slightly hot face. Before entering, he uttered two more words: "Good night."
Looking at Xiao Gu who disappeared behind the door, Huan Xu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes also curved: "Good night."
"Good night to you too, Uncle Gu."
"Well, good night, Xiaoxu." Professor Gu felt relieved when he saw that the relationship between Huan Xu and Gu Chen was getting better day by day.
"Xiao Xu, that..."
Huan Xu took two steps and heard Gu Mingrui's voice again from behind him.
"Uncle Gu, please speak."
"It's nothing important. I just want to say thank you for your hard work during this period. You've done a great job. If you're tired, just stop and take a rest. We are all behind you."
"Yes! Thank you Uncle Gu for your concern. I'm not tired." After a pause, Huan Xu raised the corners of his lips and said, "I enjoy the creative process. Nothing makes me happier than filming."
"Really? That's good."
It was not until Huan Xu returned to the room and Professor Gu was the only one left in the silent living room that his sigh was heard in the living room.
"Just be happy." Nothing is more important than being happy.
In the room, Gu Chen immediately turned on the light computer. After confirming that Taihang had not published a film review yet, his tense face relaxed a little. He quickly switched to Xingchen's small account and typed out the film review that had been prepared long ago, word for word.
[Xingchen: This wine is a tribute to the Spring and Autumn Period.]
As soon as Xingchen’s comment was published, a fan who had set him as a special follower discovered this hot movie review.
"Sofa, good morning, Mr. Xingchen."
"The film review written by the teacher has the flavor of a chivalrous hero. That's right."
"No one can compete with me for the new space signature."
"Teacher's writing is so good. If the teacher can write well, please write more. Two sentences are really not enough for everyone to share."
After Xingchen's film review was released, fans began to repost and discuss it. Of course, some people also went to Taihang's Xingchen blog to continue squatting, and did not forget to cue Taihang to urge him to update:
"Teacher, it's time to post the movie review."
"If Teacher Taihang keeps dragging it out, Director Huan's position as the number one film critic will be taken away by Teacher Xingchen."
Reviews from other film critics have also been released one after another. Some are well-written, while others are average. However, so far, the review by Xingchen is generally recognized as the best.
The second-ranked film review also imitates the brief style of Xingchen and Taihang: a wash painting of rivers and lakes, fascinating and moving.
Although it lacks the feeling of chivalry, the style is correct.
Other film critics couldn't help but be amazed. Elsewhere, the longer the film review, the more comprehensive the analysis of the shots and the intention, the more likely it is to be selected as a featured article.
When it comes to Huan Xu, not only are the films he shoots unconventional, but even his film reviews are unique.
At this moment, the sky was already turning pale, and the rising sun dyed the horizon a crimson.
Many people were actually already sleepy, but they still didn't give up and wanted to wait a little longer to see if they could get Taihang's film review.
As fans were eagerly waiting, Taihang’s account finally released a new update.
[Taihang: Just go to the mountains and rivers, and the heaven and earth will let you go.]
"It's worth it that I've held on until now. Teacher Taihang will never let anyone down."
"Oh yeah, the new signature is ready. I'm done with work and ready to take a nap."
"I love Mr. Taihang's short reviews, especially his review of Director Huan. They are insightful and vivid, and they open my mind."
"But I'm not as educated as the one above. One sentence is awesome and it goes around the world. The teacher wrote it really well."
Even Yan Ze didn't feel tired at the rush to send out the film review.
I came out of the study and was about to go back to my room to catch up on some sleep when I smelled a strange burnt smell.
Following the smell all the way to the kitchen, Yan Ze's ears moved slightly. Amidst the increasingly strong strange smell, Yan Ze also caught an ominous "gurgling" sound.
There was a sticky note on the refrigerator with a message from Yan An:
Thank you for your hard work, brother. Since we are both fans of Director Huan, I have prepared some hot porridge for you in advance. Drink it before going to bed. I will give you the full love from your sister. No man can stop charming you wink.jpg.
Yan Ze: “…”
Pursing his lips, Yan Ze reached out and carefully clicked on the panel of the kitchen visual system.
With a "beep", the scene inside the smart kitchen appeared on the system panel.
A bowl of porridge.
A bowl of dark green, strangely colored porridge.
A bowl of porridge with bubbles of varying sizes and the remains of unknown ingredients floating on the surface.
Even though there was nothing in his stomach, Yan Ze still felt a surge of urgency.
He closed the kitchen door emotionlessly, as if this could block out some unspeakable things.
After a sleepless night, the entire Cangtian Star was quiet during the day, and most people were catching up on their sleep.
At this time of year, even the most demanding Grandet would give his employees a day off with pay to help them adjust to the time difference.
It was already afternoon when Huan Xu woke up. As expected, Man Jiang Hong had been awarded the gold seal of quality film and was automatically recommended to be promoted to more audiences.
Looking at the data in the background, Huan Xu raised his brows slightly. He knew the reason why everyone avoided carnival night.
He released Man Jiang Hong yesterday. On the one hand, as he said, it was to repay the fans' trust. On the other hand, he also wanted to increase the number of works and increase his director points before the director list was updated this quarter.
Yes, Carnival Night is the second day of the end of the month, and today is the beginning of the month, which is also the time to update the director ranking list for the new quarter.
Judging from the updates on Xingbo yesterday, fans' reactions were quite good, with many people watching the entire film right away. Huan Xu felt more confident.
However, looking at the data in the background at this moment, even Huan Xu couldn't help but be surprised for a moment. This data is not only good, but it is already to the point where other companies in the industry call it outrageous.
There is no love in "Man Jiang Hong", only a group of knights and soldiers who are willing to take risks for the sake of their country. There is no deep and lingering love, and even the friendship is a like-minded friendship that has never been expressed by anyone.
Throughout the film, Huan Xu manipulated the audience's tension and anticipation to the extreme.
As a film that is not mainstream and has the debuff of being unpopular, the feedback data on the first day was actually better than the previous three films.
After staring at the all-S-level data in silence for a moment, Huan Xu suddenly smiled.
"fine."
It is true that the audience has their own preferences, but we must also believe that the audience has their own aesthetics and judgment. As long as the work is exciting enough, the audience will applaud.
In the villa, Professor Gu and Gu Chen also stood up one after another.
All areas of Cang Tian Star gradually became bustling with people and returned to their former bustling and prosperous state.
Fans also spontaneously gathered under Huan Xu's blog, greeting him in a chaotic manner.
"Good morning, Director Huan."
"Good afternoon, Brother Huan."
"Good evening, Huan."
Even after a nap, the aftereffects of Man Jiang Hong were still strong. After greeting the host, the fans called their friends to join in the circle of fun and built many tall buildings.
Everyone has also seen the small gold seal on the drop-down interface of Man Jiang Hong.
Even though Huan Xu's four consecutive works have won the gold medal for high-quality videos, the audience all know that the gold medal is not that easy to get. Of course, it depends on the scorer.
"Silence: Just watch it and leave it alone. I should say I've been expecting this, I'll just get used to it. Smoke rings.jpg."
"Two pinches of black: compared to the five blue trophies and the small gold medal, huh, nothing special."
"Yingyingguai: I seriously suspect that Director Huan has some collecting addiction."
The more excited the fans are in their hearts, the calmer they appear, as if they have seen many storms and waves. They keep a low profile and just let Director Huan and their excellence know for themselves.
However, this condescending attitude and Versailles tone are very irritating to the eyes and ears of black fans.
It's just a few words to say:
"A certain bronze-level director and his fans should stop being so arrogant!"
“Pride is the original sin.”
"The higher you fly, the harder you fall."
I have never seen black fans with such low fighting power. Huan Xu’s fans don’t have the heart to fight against these little black fans.
When they meet Director Huan, who is so powerful and good at fighting, the little black guys will have a hard time.
The haters who were inexplicably sympathized with: ...
"Take your cheap sympathy and get out of here. We don't need it!" Who are you insulting?
Not only did the haters not appreciate the gesture, they also lacked manners. The fans just laughed it off and returned the favor, kindly reminding him, "The director list will be updated tonight."
With several trophies and three, no, four, excellent films, there was no need for an official announcement. Even his haters were certain and convinced that Huan Xu could no longer be a bronze-level rank.
Silver-level directors are the backbone of every planet. Black fans dare to attack bronze-level directors, but they dare not offend the entire silver-level circle.
Otherwise, even without Huan Xu's fans, the fans of other Director Yin would be able to drown them with their spit and nails.
I'm so angry. Now I have one less reason to criticize Huan.
Fans and haters alike are already prepared for Huan Xu to steadily ascend to the silver level.
Since the release of his work, Huan Xu has caught up with two ranking updates. The first time he was directly promoted to bronze level, and the second time he was directly promoted to silver level. The upgrade speed is faster than a rocket and he never stops.
Even his colleagues couldn't help but feel jealous, and hated themselves for not having Huan Xu's brains.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Canglan.com will update the director list on time.
All major companies update simultaneously.
"Director Huan, Director Huan." The particularly confident fans skipped the bronze list and set their sights on the silver list, searching for Huan Xu's name from bottom to top.
only……
From the bottom to the middle and then to the front row, there is nothing, nothing at all.
The little fan who discovered the situation turned pale and said, "This shouldn't be the case. Where is Director Huan, who is so old like me?"
When fans were searching for Huan Xu's name, a group of black fans also quickly scanned the names one by one with such seriousness that those who didn't know them would think they were also career fans.
When they searched the entire silver list and didn't find any familiar names, the haters and fans were equally confused.
Besides, I'm a little disappointed that Huan Xu didn't make the silver list...
In a small group, messages flashed one after another: "What's going on? I didn't see Huan?"
"Hidden by the dark forces?"
"Nonsense, this is the Blue Directors List. Even the Archons can't do anything shady. Bro, black people need brains too."
"What should we do then?"
"What else can I do? Such a good opportunity, laugh!"
Although it's a pity, and I think it's a bit unfair that Huan Xu can't even make it to the silver list, don't forget that their main job is to be Huan Xu's black fans.
Led by the group leader, black fans once again flocked to Huan Xu's blog.
"What did you say? One should not be too arrogant."
"Little Copper Director, I'll call you, do you dare to answer?"
Even if Huan Xu doesn't reach the silver level this time, he is still the most talented director in the hearts of his fans. Moreover, even if Huan Xu doesn't release any works in the future, in three months, when the influence of Man Jiang Hong ferments, plus the Untitled Trilogy, he will definitely reach the silver level.
I'm just a little unhappy. According to everyone's calculations, Huan Xu should have been promoted to the silver level this time.
At this time, the black fans were still gloating and shouting, and the fans were also angry and were about to roll up their sleeves to confront them.
However, just as the battle was about to break out, two consecutive new comments diverted all the firepower.
"Director Huan isn't on the bronze rank list either. Where is Director Huan when I'm so old?"
"Oh my god, my family, hurry up and go watch the Golden List!!!"
What gold list? What gold list?
The pupils of fans and haters all trembled. Could it be what they thought?
“Ahhhhhh—”
"Director Huan, you almost scared me to death!"
"Anti-fan: Why don't you go up to the sky? Director Huan: I'm going up now, so proud!"
"The haters were still yelling just now, does your face hurt right now, hahahaha."
The slap in the face came so fast like a tornado.
"Xiao Xu, this..." Inside the villa, Gu Mingrui looked at Huan Xu with excitement and complexity.
Huan Xu quickly waved his hands to show that he was also surprised.
Huan Xu wanted to improve his score in the director rankings and strive to be a silver director in the front row, in preparation for the next update of the list to become a gold director.
As a result, even he, the person involved, did not expect it and acted so aggressively.
Fans in their social media space once again used fireworks to explode the screen to express their excitement, with comments sliding across in unison: "Congratulations to Director Huan on his promotion to Gold Level!"
Huan Xu's name was indeed not on the silver-level ranking list, nor on the bronze-level ranking list, because he directly skipped the silver level and was promoted to the gold level.
The dark gold-glittering name echoes the glittering pure gold of the gold-level ranking list, which is low-key and luxurious.
The Gold rankings are divided into two parts, with the equally rare Platinum level located right next to the Star rankings in the upper part.
Huan Xu's name is in the lower half, on the gold-level ranking list.
The original owner's mother, Ms. Feng Manman, was a gold-level director during her lifetime. Because of her death, her name has faded and has been classified in the list of those who died or retired with gold rankings.
But it doesn't matter. Today, Huan Xu's name stands on the gold list in her place.
It is no longer in the future tense. At this moment, Huan Xu has won the recognition of the interstellar audience and has become a truly qualified pillar director of Xinghuo, and a precious and rare gold-level director in the entire Blue Star.
He has reached a higher position and will see more scenery.
The phone book rang. Huan Xu glanced down, smiled, and clicked the speaker mode. Uncle Wang's image appeared on the virtual screen, and his excited voice broke through the screen: "Xiao Xu, Director Jin, you are Director Jin!"
"Yes, uncle, Uncle Gu and I also saw it."
"You kid!" Uncle Wang slapped his thigh. "I was so scared that I almost had a heart attack just now. If you want to be so exciting next time, you have to tell me in advance so that I can be prepared. Oh my god."
Huan Xu smiled helplessly. This was really not something he could control.
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