BXBX NOVEL Chapter 696: Earthquake in the Entertainment Industry (2)
Chapter 696: Earthquake in the Entertainment Industry (2)
With time zones varying across different countries, some differing by as much as twelve hours, which television network could manage a global premiere?
“It’s true, supervisor!” the secretary interjected, placing down the computer and pulling up the announcement. “IFTV! It’s official from IFTV. People abroad have also found the trailer for ‘Crossing the Demon Realm.’”
The image displayed was indeed a new schedule announcement from IFTV.
Clear as day in black and white.
‘Crossing the Demon Realm,’ January 20th, 8 PM, a simultaneous global premiere.
The supervisor’s nonchalant expression tightened, his face a picture of disbelief. “This is impossible!”
He himself managed the scheduling and knew the complexities involved.
IFTV usually favored serious dramas, and despite numerous fantasy series produced by the Western Continent, none had aired on IFTV.
The secretary gave a wry smile. “It’s confirmed, supervisor.”
The supervisor’s hands trembled as he logged into Weibo.
His inbox was flooded.
Private messages and comments were maxed out at 999+, and they kept increasing.
The comments under his recent post had initially supported him, urging him to suppress the arrogance of Si Fuqing’s team.
But now, the tide had turned to mockery.
[People would choose you over IFTV?]
[Si Fuqing: Yes, I had the bigger face, even IFTV has to air my drama.]
[Who’s slapping whom now? You’re about to lose face,. You are just responsible for the schedule, thinking you could speak for Great Xia TV.]
Overwhelmed, the supervisor felt a dark veil fall over his eyes.
He had not regained his composure when his phone rang. Hastily, he answered, “Hello?”
“Seen the news? Are you happy now?” the voice on the line was neither cold nor warm, “Better apologize quickly! Or you can forget about your job. Actually, forget it, you’re suspended for three months pending investigation!”
Facing a crisis of reputation for Great Xia TV, even the tough supervisor could not avoid dismissal.
The supervisor’s phone slipped from his trembling hands and crashed to the floor, his body going limp.
He had not anticipated that a momentary lapse could cause such turmoil.
He did not regret choosing Tong Luoyun, but he regretted confronting Si Fuqing’s team online and tarnishing the image of Great Xia TV.
Now, it was all over.
The supervisor steadied himself. “Any news from Teacher Tong?”
“Teacher Tong is abroad, still filming at this hour.” The secretary bit her lip. “The news probably hasn’t reached her yet.”
The supervisor wiped his sweat.
Now, his only hope lay in Tong Luoyun. If ‘Great Zhao Dynasty’ premiered and broke viewership records, perhaps he could be reinstated.
At midnight.
#Crossing the Demon Realm, Global Premiere#
#Si Fuqing: Just That Bold#
#IFTV#
Three trending hashtags, each exploding with activity.
A programmer worked overtime to increase server capacity.
“You really are something else, blowing up the entertainment industry several times this year,” commented Sang Yanqing with a chuckle.
“After working nonstop for days, I’m dead tired,” Si Fuqing stretched lazily, pulling a gaming helmet from her bag. “I need to play some games to relax.”
Having been too busy to log in recently, she wondered how much time had passed in the game world.
“Play less,” Sang Yanqing crossed her arms. “Oracle doesn’t affect you, but nurturing games drain you. No matter how well you raise them in-game, you can’t see them in real life. Don’t get too invested.”
Si Fuqing muttered, “It’s not fake; I can visit his tomb.”
Sang Yanqing sighed.
Hopeless.
But considering today’s successful battle, she’ll let it slide.
“You can rest until the end of the month,” Sang Yanqing said as she left. “Just remember to tone it down when filming ‘The Birth of an Employee,’ and try not to blow up the entertainment scene again.”
Si Fuqing gave a thumbs-up and quickly donned the gaming helmet, entering ‘Eternity.’
This time, however, she didn’t awaken in a palace.
She was in a wild forest.
The sound of hooves thundered like lightning.
Si Fuqing spotted a youth being pursued.
She distinctly noticed that the youth paused and glanced her way as she appeared.
That brief pause allowed his pursuers to catch up.
Si Fuqing’s gaze hardened, ready to intervene.
But the youth had already redirected his attention, dodging an attack.
What followed was a massacre.
A one-sided slaughter by the young prince.
Si Fuqing had seen him quietly reading and earnestly cooking.
But she had never witnessed him kill.
He was silent throughout, not uttering a word.
After the last pursuer fell, he stopped.
His white robe was stained with fresh blood, dripping from his wrist onto the ground.
His handsome face was splattered with blood, resembling a demonic spirit.
The sword in his hand was the Dragon Sparrow.
The old emperor had given him this sword, hoping for his early demise.
Though still youthful, he had grown taller than her.
Si Fuqing had to reach up to wipe the blood from his face.
He couldn’t see her, only feeling a gentle breeze.
His eyelashes flattered.
“I thought you wouldn’t come,” the youth said indifferently. “But I’m also relieved. You haven’t been here for over a year, so you didn’t have to see my hands stained with blood, slaughtering my brothers.”
Si Fuqing was taken aback.
More than a year had passed since she last visited, and he was now thirteen.
At thirteen, the fight for the throne had already begun.
The eldest prince was the crown prince, already twenty-six years old.
In terms of age and overall capability, he was the least notable.
Even the youngest, the eighteenth prince, had the backing of the imperial noble consort.
Only he had nothing.
Yet, from nothing, he rose to rule over thousands.
What had he endured?
“Your appearance today caught me off guard,” the youth finally smiled faintly. “The sun is about to set. Let’s sit.”
He smoothed his robe and sat down.
Si Fuqing sat beside him, continuing to wipe his blood.
He had no wounds; the blood was all from others, which relieved her.
Another moment of silence passed.
“Were you scared just now?” the youth asked slowly.
Si Fuqing wrote on the ground.
—Not scared, I’ve killed many enemies too.
The youth raised an eyebrow. “So you couldn’t reincarnate and became a wandering ghost?”
Si Fuqing:
His logic wasn’t entirely wrong.
“Some say I’ll go to hell,” the youth said calmly. “I thought about it, and it’s fine. At least I can see what you look like. You’re one of the few ghosts who’s been kind to me.”
Si Fuqing frowned.
—You won’t.
After a pause, she wrote six more words on the ground.
—Conquer the world, I’m with you.
Together, they would rule the world and conquer all foes.
The youth’s gaze deepened, and he slowly looked up from the mountaintop over the vast lands of the Great Xia’s five states. “Alright.”
At that time, it was noon on the Western Continent.
Tong Luoyun had just finished a scene.
Still abroad and adjusting to the time difference, she hadn’t had the chance to keep up with domestic news.
As she returned to her van, she noticed her assistant, makeup artist, and manager all looking hesitant.
Tong Luoyun removed her sunglasses, her brows imperceptibly furrowed. “What’s the matter? Why you all look like this?”
As if someone died.
“Uh, Sister Tong…” the assistant stammered, moving her lips hesitantly. “The ‘Crossing the Demon Realm’ crew…”
“What now? Still not giving up on stepping on me?” Tong Luoyun sat down, visibly annoyed. “It’s so annoying. They cling like a band-aid, always trying to leech off my popularity. If they have the skill, they should stand on their own.”
“It’s not that, Sister Tong,” the assistant said with difficulty. “Look.”
She handed over her phone.
Tong Luoyun immediately saw the centerpiece.
The headline was bold and red, clearly showing the editor’s excitement.
[Breaking! After thirty-five years, Great Xia’s work returns to IFTV. The fantasy drama ‘Crossing the Demon Realm’ to premiere simultaneously at home and abroad!]