387: Chapter 387 Momentum

Ah, so there is also the term "pre-made dish" for film and television works?

Some comments explained it to each other, and the netizens gradually understood; it roughly meant walking the same path as others, copying their successful experiences, and running it again in the same way.

However, knowing about "pre-made dishes," what are "pre-made people"?

"Actors in 'pre-made dish' films? Directors?"

Lin Chuyan was noncommittal about this.

He didn't need to define it; the netizens would provide the best explanation and answer.

He just made another sarcastic remark.

"Just like pre-made dishes, the brains of pre-made people also need to be defrosted; if they aren't defrosted, it's easy to contradict oneself when speaking."

The netizens finally understood this time—Director Deng Yu, maybe you should stop responding?

It's pathetic. You're getting on in years; you're no match for Yanzi.

Lin Chuyan lowered his head to read again, but the number of people in the live stream was increasing; they were all here to watch the drama.

He didn't pay them any mind.

Too much is as bad as too little; irritating the old man too much might not be a good thing.

Just as his girlfriend said, he had to let people stand on his side—ever since he publicly pointed out that "the play" was a massive flop, the "reason" in this matter had always been on his side.

He shouldn't scold him too harshly, lest people think he was bullying an old man.

After all, Old Deng was old. If he saw the words "pre-made people" on the hot search and got so excited he fell ill, public opinion might very well reverse.

Public opinion was just that metaphysical.

If that happened, Old Deng—ah no, Director Deng Yu—could sell his misery, and then he would have messed up.

The current pace was quite good.

He said a few snide remarks, Old Deng retorted a few times, and they both hit the hot search, earning traffic. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

In any case, before his own "double blades" was released, he hoped Old Deng would take good care of his health.

Director Deng Yu was furious: Where did this little bastard get so many snarky comments from?!

He naturally didn't have time to watch Lin Chuyan's live stream, but why was Director Deng Yu on the hot search every time the stream ended?!

Director Deng Yu had a dinner party that night, clinking glasses with a group of people, when his assistant ran over to tell him the news. The old man instantly lost all mood.

A perfectly good movie was labeled a "pre-made dish," and now the whole internet was discussing it.

Pre-made dish film: "the play."

The pre-made dish director, also known as the so-called pre-made person: Director Deng Yu.

The fortunate thing in the misfortune was that everyone was currently mocking Director Deng Yu, and no one had yet pointed their spearhead at Young Actor Qi Ye, whom he and his wife, Producer Zhang Nuo, were strongly promoting.

Director Deng Yu breathed a small sigh of relief, and, he realized he had indeed underestimated Lin Chuyan.

This person was not as easy to deal with as he had imagined.

Returning home, Director Deng Yu's bad mood was written all over his face.

"What? Is it because of Lin Chuyan again?" Producer Zhang Nuo sat on the sofa, smoking, and spoke slowly.

"Yeah."

Producer Zhang Nuo didn't give her husband any face at all: "He isn't afraid of you."

"Hmph."

"Haven't you realized it yet? You have your influence, and he also has his 'momentum'."

Director Deng Yu frowned upon hearing this. His steps, which were about to turn toward his bedroom, stopped, and he simply sat on the sofa, smoking as well.

Although the couple didn't have any affection for each other, played their own games, and slept in separate rooms, their interests were too deeply intertwined, and they had long been unable to leave each other. This could be considered a different kind of love, right...

Director Deng Yu, with a bit of drunkenness, said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Tell me about it."

"A senior director in the industry, with connections throughout the Chinese Entertainment Industry, and you yourself are capital. When outsiders mention you, who doesn't call you a big shot..."

Director Deng Yu interrupted her: "Get to the point."

Producer Zhang Nuo didn't mind: "The point is, you thought he was a small workshop, with only a small studio behind him, and it seemed like he was easier to bully than those so-called top celebrities in the circle, but you ignored many things and didn't see that he also has his own 'momentum'. This is also the reason why he isn't afraid of you."

"For example?"

"The most intuitive one is his strength." Producer Zhang Nuo asked him back, "Tell me, what were the top celebrities you met before like?"

Director Deng Yu frowned again: "Feng Liqian..."

Reminded by Producer Zhang Nuo, Director Deng Yu immediately realized where the difference between the two lay.

No, this wasn't just a slight difference; it was an all-around crushing.

Feng Liqian was a variety show personality; could you say he had any irreplaceability in filming variety shows? Obviously not.

Filming TV dramas naturally had blockbusters, which established his position in the circle. But likewise, there was no irreplaceability. If you swapped him for another young idol, would the show be unwatchable?

In the last two years, he had transitioned to movies... the box office had basically flopped.

Not to mention music; he also held concerts, but it was purely harvesting leeks from fans. Only the fans thought it sounded good; there were no representative works.

Director Deng Yu didn't know until he thought about it carefully, but once he thought about it... this guy was worthy of carrying Lin Chuyan's shoes?

Although he had a deep hatred for Lin Chuyan, this was the truth, and he had to admit it.

Director Deng Yu nodded: "You're right. He really isn't an ordinary top celebrity."

Producer Zhang Nuo continued: "He is also not a small workshop. It's called an individual studio, but what about in reality? Music business is undertaken by two companies, backed by two major music capital forces, Tianxing and NetEase Cloud Music. Furthermore, if you have listened to his songs, if you understand his relationship with Ruan Xingyu, and know how much musical talent he has, you would know that these two companies could not possibly abandon him."

Director Deng Yu was not a stupid person, and at this moment, he learned to draw inferences about other cases: "His relationship with CCTV is also very good. "dreamer", "lotus lantern", and the CCTV Spring Festival Gala are proof, and his relationship with CCTV big brother Zeng Jie is also very close."

Producer Zhang Nuo glanced at him: "So, you can block him in the film circle, but you can't block the others."

Director Deng Yu took a deep drag on his cigarette: "This is no longer a question of blocking or not; the problem is that he doesn't listen, doesn't submit to management, and is trying to bite us."

He flicked the ash again: "Such a person must be cleared out."

Producer Zhang Nuo's expression was very calm: "I haven't finished yet. This is just the most intuitive point; he has other 'momentum'."

"Go on."

"His popularity." Producer Zhang Nuo's tone was somewhat unhappy, "You shouldn't have responded to what he said in the live stream!"

"This little brat is so damn annoying."

"He is now a veritable opinion leader, pointing where he wants to hit. Haven't you discovered it yet? This is his 'momentum'! In the matter of dealing with you, even many of his haters won't stand on your side, except for Young Actor Qi Ye's fans."

Producer Zhang Nuo pointed it out to him: "You want to smear him? Be careful of being smeared by him first!"

Could you, Director Deng Yu, cover the sky with one hand? No.

Since you can't, you can't block Lin Chuyan's mouth.

And Lin Chuyan's mouth was famous in the Chinese Entertainment Industry for being... nasty.

Producer Zhang Nuo's words, "Be careful of being smeared by him first," were truly deafening, and Director Deng Yu was stunned.

"You're right. Small skirmishes are useless; we must find a way to crush him completely at once."

Producer Zhang Nuo asked him back: "You are targeting him now; who doesn't know it's your trick?"

Director Deng Yu was also convinced: "I'll endure it, isn't it enough to just endure it?"

Director Deng Yu got up and left, his back looking somewhat disheveled.

How did this matter develop to this point?

He couldn't figure it out.