Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 291 A Big Shot Acting Like a Big Shot 38

When Song Xianyin's film "The Old Locust Tree" was released in Country A, it also faced numerous difficulties.

Shen Juan's identity was special, and Song Xianyin wasn't very popular in Country A at the time. When she brought the film to the Film Association, the old man was drinking tea while eyeing her.

"This... um, what's the name of this young lady again?" The president took a sip of tea, smiled at Song Xianyin, and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

The assistant next to her quickly explained, "President, her name is Song Xianyin. She's here to ask about 'The Old Locust Tree.' Didn't you say it was pretty good before?"

The president suddenly realized and patted his head: "Oh, oh, oh, oh, 'The Old Locust Tree,' I remember it, I remember it."

But then he changed the subject: "However, isn't your topic a bit sensitive?" He looked at Song Xianyin with a smile.

Song Xianyin looked at him, puzzled: "What's so sensitive about it?"

Seeing that she didn't understand, the president exchanged a glance with his assistant.

The assistant stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Ms. Song, why is your film all women? You should at least add some men, right? People who don't know better might think you're promoting some kind of ideology... We don't follow those foreign practices."

After he finished speaking, he gave a dry laugh.

Song Xianyin was silent for a moment before calmly replying, "What am I talking about? I'm just telling an ordinary story, an ordinary story about three generations of women. What does this have to do with ideology?"

The president slowly put down his cup, a cryptic smile on his face: "Ms. Song, we've heard you studied abroad and were influenced by some foreign ideas, which we understand. But you also need to know that domestic films and foreign films are ultimately different."

"It's not that we necessarily want to block your movie, but look... um, this director, he's not entirely from country A, is he? In your movie, you're the only person from country A. It feels... a bit political."

"That's right, we don't know what the political stance of your film is."

Song Xianyin was losing her patience. She frowned and looked at the two people opposite her: "What exactly are you trying to say? I've said it many times about your so-called political stance."

"We've revised this movie dozens of times already. You insisted on the phone that I come over, and I did. Now you're saying this and that. What exactly do you mean?"

She really doesn't understand. One minute she says there are political problems, the next she says she doesn't like the look of the film. She uses all sorts of excuses to block their film and prevent it from being approved.

Seeing that Song Xianyin was somewhat agitated, the president said with a conciliatory smile, "Ms. Song, Ms. Song, you've misunderstood. That's not what we meant. We didn't mean anything by it."

"But... you know, this is indeed a bit sensitive. We also have superiors; it's not like I can just say it's okay and it'll be approved."

Song Xianyin looked at him coldly: "Is your superior Chairman Qin? Shen Juan and I have already shown the movie to him, and he said it was fine. But why is it always getting stuck with you?"

What exactly does this despicable person in front of me mean?

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door.

The assistant clapped his hands: "Oh, Chairman, it must be Old Li. He also has a movie coming out soon."

The chairman immediately beamed with joy: "Oh dear, oh dear, quickly let Old Li in, quickly let him in!"

They completely ignored Song Xianyin, immediately got up, opened the door, greeted the so-called "Old Li," and began exchanging pleasantries and chatting.

When Old Li came in, he glanced at Song Xianyin but didn't say anything. Several grown men stood aside, chatting and laughing happily.

Looking at the documents on the table and listening to the laughter coming from all around the room, Song Xianyin felt an urge to slap each of them.

They should all just die.

They've given this dead man plenty of money, but he's always up to these petty tricks.

Song Xianyin was so angry that she had difficulty breathing.

"Oh, Chairman, it's been a long time since I've come to see you," Old Li said with a smile as he walked into the office. "So I came to say hello, after all, we're related, right?"

The president chuckled and replied, "Hey Lao Li, why are you bringing this up? You could have just made a phone call. Why bother coming all the way here?"

The assistant was serving them like a lackey, pouring tea for the two of them while agreeing with one and going along with the other, looking quite busy.

They worked together seamlessly, completely ignoring Song Xianyin sitting to the side.

Despite having the same problem, the president's attitude towards the two was completely different.

Song Xianyin has never been one to be bullied since childhood.

She walked up to the president with her documents in hand, stopped, stared at him, and didn't say a word.

At first, the president tried to pretend he didn't see it, but with a living person standing right in front of him staring straight at him, he couldn't keep up the act for long.

His smile faded as he looked at Song Xianyin.

"Miss Song, what do you mean by this?" His tone was already tinged with impatience.

What's she trying to do with that expression? Is she planning a rebellion?

"If you're really that tough, then don't come begging me." He sneered. "And now you're putting on that face, huh? Do you really think you're some international superstar?"

Looking at his fleshy face, Song Xianyin coldly uttered two words: "You pig-headed idiot, pay me back."

Since they won't approve it, then they should just give back those tens of millions.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The assistant looked at Song Xianyin in horror, her lips trembling: "You...you pig-headed idiot...who are you talking about?"

The president's face flushed red instantly. He slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly: "Who the hell are you talking about?!"

Song Xianyin didn't back down, giving him a defiant look: "I'm talking to you, pay me back, understand? We gave you so much money, and you still think the movie was wasted on us?"

"Fine, fine, fine," the chairman sneered. "Then go ahead and sue me. You want that money? Go ahead and sue me. I want to see if you can actually get it back!"

"Don't forget, you begged me to take that money. I didn't force you."

A hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

Old Li quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Oh dear, oh dear, don't do that, we're all friends."

He looked at Song Xianyin and tried to mediate: "Oh dear, this is Miss Song... Wen, right? Don't be so anxious. You young girls are always so emotionally unstable. We can discuss things slowly. You see, our president isn't an unreasonable person."

"You shut up too, you son of a bitch!" Song Xianyin suddenly yelled at Old Li.

"Who do you think you are? Your movies are utter garbage, and you still have the nerve to keep raking in money?"

Upon hearing this, Old Li froze on the spot, his face darkening instantly, so embarrassed he could barely speak.

Song Xianyin turned to look at the chairman: "You're not going to pay back the money, are you? Fine, but don't think I have to make movies in Country A. But if you don't pay back the money, don't blame me for what I might do."

"This is our first meeting, so you may not know my personality yet. That's okay, you'll have plenty of opportunities to get to know me later."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the water glass on the table and splashed it hard on the president's face.

The assistant, terrified, rushed forward to stop her: "Hey, how dare you—"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Xianyin slammed the teacup onto the ground with a loud "bang".

The assistant shuddered, her body stiffening. She slowly lowered her hand, her voice trembling, "This... isn't appropriate..."

"Get out," Song Xianyin said coldly.

The assistant glanced at the chairman cautiously, but ultimately made way for him silently.

very scary.