Therefore, Lu Huaizhang must immediately take action to arrest Qian Zhao!
Li Yiming is dead, and the scene is in chaos. Chaos breeds change, and chaos creates opportunities for others to take advantage of.
In this way, another undercover agent lurking within the Ninth Bureau can use the pretext of capturing Qian Zhao to follow the team capturing Qian Zhao to the rendezvous point and cover the contact's escape!
Li Yiming did everything in his power, using his life and his last bit of wisdom, to protect his comrades.
She couldn't leave the confines of her office, nor could she guarantee that the other undercover agent within the bureau could successfully cover the contact's escape. She couldn't even be 100% certain that Lu Huaizhang would fall for it—
What she gained by giving her life without hesitation was only a vague "possibility".
But in any case, she has done everything she could.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the second hand of the clock ticks away methodically.
Stunned by the implications of Shang Yechu's words, everyone present remained silent for a long time.
Xu Hanwen sized Shang Yechu up and down. He frowned slightly when he saw her face. His displeasure deepened when he saw her figure. His displeasure intensified when he saw her excessively long hair.
Zheng Bohan's face was gloomy, so dark it seemed to drip water. He wondered what Shang Yechu's words had done to offend him this time.
Liu Zihang was dumbfounded. He kept glancing at Shang Yechu and then at Wei Xuan behind Shang Yechu, his face turning pale and then red.
Zhang Chen was quite moved, and his gaze towards Shang Yechu was filled with undisguised admiration.
“Very good. Xiao Ye.” Zhang Chen asked with great interest, “Can you speak Ru Guan dialect?”
Shang Yechu felt a surge of joy in her heart, but she suppressed her emotions and said calmly, "I have studied some of it, and I really like the culture of Ruguan."
Zhang Chen asked in Ruguan dialect, "What aspect of Ruguan culture or customs do you like best?"
Shang Yechu replied in the same Ruguan dialect: "I like Ruguan's tea-flavored pastries and goat milk foam with mint leaves the most. As well as the music played by Fu'an bells and Ruqin."
Shang Yechu's dialect was certainly not as fluent as Zhang Chen's; he spoke slowly, and some of his pronunciations still betrayed traces of Mandarin. However, every transition and intonation was very authentic, without any awkwardness.
What do you think of Ruguan?
"I only stayed in Ruguan for two days, but it felt like my spiritual home. It was very pleasant."
No one dislikes hearing others praise their hometown. Zhang Chen was still eager to ask more when Zheng Bohan's voice suddenly interrupted.
"There are many illogical parts in this plot, as you should know."
It's here!
Shang Yechu mustered all her strength and said sincerely, "It was indeed rather rough and hasty. For example, the fact that there was only one guard watching over Li Yiming was an oversimplification of my thinking. Under such circumstances, it must have been an inescapable trap."
Shang Yechu wasn't a professional screenwriter after all. Her skills might fool Liu Zihang and Zhang Chen, but they were just showing off her limited abilities in front of Zheng Bohan.
Zheng Bohan stared at Shang Yechu's face with sharp eyes: "Your ability to perform under pressure is good, but this interview is for actors, not screenwriters. Director Liu is right, there are indeed redundant issues."
Liu Zihang's face lit up with joy. He had thought Wei Xuan was finished, but now it seemed he could still put up a fight!
“This part sounds like showing off.” Zheng Bohan’s tone was unreadable. “You need to give me a sufficiently credible reason to convince me.”
Shang Yechu looked into Zheng Bohan's eyes. Zheng Bohan also looked back at Shang Yechu.
The master and apprentice finally stopped avoiding each other and pretending, and looked at each other openly, their eyes shining with something only they could understand.
Shang Yechu looked away and took a small step forward, saying, "Teacher Zheng is right. Dear teachers, this plot isn't just designed for the sake of logic, nor is it meant to boast about my scriptwriting abilities..."
"What was the reason for that?" Zhang Chen pressed.
Shang Yechu closed her eyes briefly, a multitude of thoughts flashing through her mind. When she opened them again, all the confusion, unease, and desire in her eyes had vanished, leaving only a look of honesty.
"This scene was to express my understanding of the character."
Zheng Bohan stood up, staring intently at Shang Yechu, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, his eyes terrifying.
"What kind of role understanding?"
Shang Yechu uttered the sentence clearly in a calm yet firm tone:
"I believe that for believers like the Red Party members, the most important aspect of their sacrifice is not dying a heroic or moving death—"
"Instead, until the very last moment of their lives, they still firmly believed in the path beneath their feet, burning everything for it, giving everything, without giving up, still fighting, and having no regrets even in the face of death."
"A warrior until death."
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