Chapter 693: International Film TV! (2)

Translator: _Min_

“I have no regrets,” Director Tang Haiqiu declared slowly, his voice carrying a hint of defiance. “The lead role could only be played by Teacher Si; no one else could shoulder it. She is Sui Yan, and Sui Yan is her. No one else could portray her.” He adjusted his glasses and added, “As for whether a new wave of xianxia dramas can arise, it depends on whether today’s audience still harbors a fervent spirit.”

He pushed his glasses up on his nose, “Oh, and one last thing, if Great Xia TV had accepted the schedule I requested, I would have regretted it.”

This response was more direct than the entertainment reporter’s provocative questions.

The entertainment reporter who asked didn’t expect Tang Haiqiu to be so forthright and was momentarily left speechless, unsure of what to ask next.

The promotional event quickly concluded, and the crew returned to their hotel.

Director Tang had just settled down when Director Qin hurried over to him.

“Old Tang, you’re insane,” Director Qin, who had been in the audience, was shocked by Tang Haiqiu’s statement and felt helpless to stop him. “Our department has many connections, even I have to negotiate schedules with the review board. By saying that, you’ve openly challenged them. You might never be able to broadcast a drama again.”

“I was just speaking the truth,” Tang Haiqiu replied calmly, “Really, if it weren’t for you telling me the prime time slot was taken by another drama, I wouldn’t have thought we could get an even better premiere schedule.”

Could he have witnessed Si Fuqing’s potential if the schedule hadn’t been occupied?

“Starlight TV?” Director Qin did not agree. “Starlight TV doesn’t tie in with mainstream awards. Most of the awards are judged by Great Xia TV. Think about it not just for yourself but for Miss Si, especially since she has a variety show coming up.”

Tang Haiqiu fell silent for a moment. “Indeed, it’s a good thing the question wasn’t directed at her; if it was, the person who asked the question might have ended up crying right there.”

Director Qin could only nod.

He acknowledged that this was indeed Si Fuqing’s style.

“It’s not just Starlight TV,” Tang Haiqiu said, patting him on the shoulder. “I’ve signed a non-disclosure agreement. Don’t be shocked when it’s announced.”

His heart had already healed, and he was quite content to watch the hearts of others explode.

Elsewhere, at the Sijiu City First Hospital.

Ji Boyan was still unconscious, having just escaped a life-threatening condition.

Seeing the attending doctor emerge from the ICU, Ji Longtai rushed forward. “Doctor, how is my nephew? Can his hands be saved?”

“Mr. Ji, the perpetrator was very harsh. We can’t determine what kind of tool was used to damage Mr. Boyan’s hands so severely,” the doctor removed his mask. “The bones are completely shattered, too cleanly to be reconstructed. The nerves are also destroyed. We can only amputate.”

Even being run over by a car wouldn’t result in such damage.

The doctor couldn’t imagine what Ji Boyan had endured.

Hearing this, Ji Longtai felt a darkness descend before his eyes. “Amputate?!”

That would make him like the Yu family’s wheelchair-bound invalid, a cripple?

Losing legs might be compensated by a wheelchair, but losing hands meant he couldn’t even feed himself.

“If we don’t amputate, the cells will further necrotize, and we’ll have to remove the entire arm,” the doctor explained gently. “Please, Mr. Ji, make a decision quickly.”

With reliable medical resources at Sijiu City First Hospital, Ji Longtai reluctantly agreed to sign the consent.

The doctor then went to perform the amputation surgery on Ji Boyan.

Ji Longtai’s voice was grim, “Have you found out anything?”

“No,” his secretary shook her head. “The surveillance is broken, and there are no other traces nearby. Fingerprints and footprints have been cleaned up.”

“Broken? Can’t it be fixed?” Ji Longtai frowned.

“It’s irreparable,” the secretary pursed his lips. “The damage was thorough.”

Ji Longtai’s expression darkened; this was a premeditated attack.

The attacker was knowledgeable about investigation and counter-tracking.

“Place an order on T18,” Ji Longtai paced back and forth, clenching his teeth. “No matter the cost, we need to restore the surveillance!”

An order on T18 wasn’t cheap.

This would cost him five million, which pained Ji Longtai.

But it was necessary; this was a direct affront to the Ji family.

The news of Ji Boyan’s crippled hands would spread throughout Sijiu City within a day.

The Ji family would lose face, becoming a laughingstock.

The secretary nodded and went to prepare.

Online, the interview with the “Crossing the Demon Realm” crew from earlier that day was already going viral.

Especially Director Tang Haiqiu’s bold statement.

His words had offended many.

Si Fuqing’s rival teams were also stunned.

Tang Haiqiu was usually cautious and reserved. What had made him speak so boldly?