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

Chapter 41 Accidents always happen when you think you're safe.

"Who let this person in?"

Han Sanping's face darkened.

After all this trouble, we were just one step away from a perfect ending when suddenly someone came along and ruined everything.

He turned to look at the staff member in charge of media relations, his eyes filled with anger.

What are they trying to do? Are they trying to make things difficult for Lin Yu? They're trying to cut off my path!

On stage, Lin Yu looked up and smiled when he heard the question.

"Excuse me, reporter, could you please introduce yourself first?"

The tone was very polite.

The staff handed over the microphone, and the reporter took it, about to speak.

"Never mind," Lin Yu waved her hand, interrupting him, "It's not anything important anyway."

A low chuckle escaped from the audience, and the reporter's expression stiffened.

Lin Yu didn't give him time to react, his gaze fixed on the other person's face.

"What is the question you're trying to ask?"

"Are you asking about the unfairness in this industry? Or are you asking about the uneven distribution of resources?"

Lin Yu spoke slowly, as if giving the other person time to think.

"Are you suggesting that class monopolizes all opportunities?"

Lin Yu's tone suddenly changed and became much louder.

"Or are you suggesting that there are many people like you who achieve their goals by breaking the rules and undermining fairness?"

The audience fell completely silent.

Lin Yu smiled at the reporter, his eyes completely calm.

"Look, you yourself get the chance to ask questions by undermining fairness, yet you question whether the opportunity I received was fair."

"Don't you think it's ridiculous to ask this question?"

Lin Yu's gaze remained fixed on the reporter.

"If I were to give up this opportunity and let someone else have it because of 'fairness,' would you praise me for being noble, or would you call me hypocritical?"

No one answered.

"As for whether it's fair that I got this opportunity, I just want to say..."

Lin Yu's gaze swept across the hundreds of faces below the stage, finally landing on the reporter.

"I am standing here because I am the best."

As soon as Lin Yu finished speaking, the audience fell silent for a moment.

The reporter was still standing, picked up the microphone, and seemed about to say something.

Lin Yu smiled and interrupted him, "Alright, Mr. Reporter, let's leave the opportunity to ask questions to others."

He paused for a moment, then his smile deepened.

"You can't keep undermining fairness."

The reporter's face flushed red, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something but then he swallowed it back.

Two staff members had already walked up to him. He looked around at the people and finally sat down dejectedly.

The host immediately took over: "Now, let's have the first reporter ask their question."

The reporters invited today are generally well-informed; they know exactly what to ask and what not to ask.

As for the person from earlier, they were probably holding a grudge because they didn't receive payment for their work.

Subsequent interviews went back to normal, and nobody wanted to create a "big news" story anymore.

The premiere has ended.

After seeing off Wang Jinghua and the group of artists she brought, Lin Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know how Dilraba and Gulnazar met before, now I finally don't have to worry about dying too badly.

He turned around and saw two old men, Tian Zhuangzhuang and Wang Jinsong, standing not far away, looking regretful.

"We should have brought the girls from the Shanghai Theatre Academy with us," Wang Jinsong said, looking at Wang Jinghua and her group as they walked away, his voice full of regret.

"They're all outstanding students from film and television schools." Tian Zhuangzhuang's tone was equally regretful. "We should have introduced them when they came."

Lin Yu listened to the conversation between the two old men, his veins throbbing. "You two are my masters, can't you at least hope for something good about your disciple?"

The two old men exchanged a glance, and Wang Jinsong spoke up in a serious tone: "Hey, how can you think of your master like that? I just wanted to hone your improvisation skills, which is one of the core skills of an actor."

Lin Yu took a deep breath. Just how many core skills did he need to learn?

"I'm the director, actors don't need to learn skills." Lin Yu looked at Wang Jinsong expressionlessly.

"You're still a performing arts student." The smile didn't disappear; it simply moved to Old Wang's face.

Lin Yu turned to Tian Zhuangzhuang and asked, "Teacher Tian, ​​is it too late for me to change my major?"

Tian Zhuangzhuang pretended to pat his pocket, his tone filled with exaggerated regret, "I forgot to bring my transfer application form today."

He paused for a moment, looking regretful.

"Tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you in my office first thing tomorrow morning."

Lin Yu's expression worsened. These two old men were really willing to sell themselves just to watch a show.

Lin Yu glared at the two old men. "So it's my fault for not being able to let you two see a great show today?"

Both teachers nodded in unison, expressing their deep agreement.

"What kind of show are you watching?"

A voice came from behind.

Dilraba patted Lin Yu on the back and said calmly, "Can you take me with you?"

The teacher leading the group from the Shanghai Theatre Academy had just finished chatting with Principal Zhang and was leading the students out of the screening room.

Lin Yu felt a few drops of cold sweat seep out of his forehead.

He turned to look at Reba, a warm smile quickly spreading across his face. "It's nothing, I was just talking to my teacher about the graduation play."

One of the core skills of a self-taught scumbag is being able to make up lies without batting an eye.

Reba gave him a suspicious look: "Aren't you just a freshman? Isn't it a bit too early to be talking about graduation now?"

"Early understanding, early detection, and early intervention."

Lin Yu blurted out the rhyme, then realized his mistake, "Oh no, I meant that the sooner we understand the situation and discover the problem, the sooner we can deal with it."

Dilraba stared at him for a few seconds, her eyes scrutinizing him.

Not far away, two old men who were chatting with the teacher leading the team from the Shanghai Theatre Academy almost couldn't hold back when they heard this.

Even if you don't get to see the main show, seeing this prelude is still worthwhile.

Although Reba sensed something strange in Lin Yu's words, she felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Just as I was thinking, my thoughts were interrupted.

"Director Lin," Lin Gengxin squeezed through the crowd, his face full of enthusiasm, "Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Call me when you have time in Shanghai, and I'll make the arrangements."

After several months of filming, Lin Gengxin and Lin Yu became quite familiar with each other.

Good lad, I'll remember this favor.

Lin Yu looked at Lin Gengxin with great enthusiasm, "Lin Gou, you're too kind. I'll definitely consider you first if there are any suitable roles in the future."

Lin Gengxin held Lin Yu's hand tightly, his tone very sincere, "I'll go through fire and water for you, Director Lin."

"When are you going back?" Lin Yu asked casually, "I'll see you off. You've had a tough time these past few days."

"I have a train ticket for the day after tomorrow, so I can still do some sightseeing in Yanjing tomorrow."

Lin Yu nodded, just about to invite him to dinner, when Reba chimed in, "By the way, Lin Yu, come have dinner with me tonight. I just met a fellow townsman, also from your Beijing Film Academy."