Use the media to fight the media.

Serious news such as the "New York Times" and the "Los Angeles Times", and the professional magazines led by "The New Yorker" and "Time Magazine" have always complained about the entertainment media led by News Corp and "Entertainment Weekly".

Strictly speaking, the media is not attacking peer media, but the trend of the entire industry gradually declining, gradually getting out of control, and gradually languishing.

Lydia chose to take a salary from the bottom of the kettle, even skipping the facts of the accusations of "Entertainment Weekly" and directly skipping the behind-the-scenes promotion of Harvey Weinstein, and instead pointed the finger at the ugly phenomenon of the entire industry, and completely reversed the situation from the essence. Courage and courage are indeed eye-catching.

However, it is easier said than done, but it is far from that easy to operate.

Everyone sat in a circle, had a detailed and meticulous discussion in all aspects, and began to assign tasks.

Now that we have decided to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, we must solve the problem cleanly and thoroughly: those discussions about Lanli's net worth, those accusations of malicious hype about Lanli, and those eyebrows about Lanli's rapid rise...... All of them, they still have a lot of work to do in order to put an end to future troubles and restore their reputation and image.

When Lan Li returned, it was just a moment after ten o'clock, mainly because of Anne's schedule, and the two little ones were tired, so they went back to the city, had dinner together, and then sent them back to the hotel. So, it's not too late to return.

It was just after midnight that the meeting came to a close.

However, Lydia and Andy still didn't leave. The two have a lot of work to do, the former as a publicist, developing the entire program and liaising with the media, which is her job, and the latter, as an agent, who needs to harness the power of the entire innovative artist agency, and his job is definitely not easy.

Lan Li returned to her room.

Showering and washing away the tiredness, but tonight instead of drying my hair and getting ready for bed, I went to the balcony and looked out at the dark night of Los Angeles, the deep purple sky lightly provoked a halo of light, shimmering with rose, vast and bright, revealing a completely different temperament and charm from the East Coast.

With an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth, the smell of tobacco wafting under his nose, but tonight, there was an urge to light it.

Deep down, after all, there is still no calm and calm on the surface.

Lan Li really didn't care about the condemnations and accusations of "Entertainment Weekly" and other media; more precisely, during the Berlin Film Festival, he foresaw the trajectory of events, even if it was not a "one-man concert", there would inevitably be other opportunities, other excuses, and other events, and this wave would come sooner or later.

The difference is only in when, and to what extent.

As a former journalism student and a Cambridge graduate, Lan Li firmly believes that if he devotes himself to journalism and becomes a journalist, he will be able to make a name for himself. He knows what journalists are for, he knows what journalists do, and he knows how journalists do it.

Lan Li has never been afraid of the media. There is no difference between last year's Seattle event and this year's concert event, in essence. Journalists are just craving flashpoints and gimmicks.

It's the people who are really upset, the fans and the fans.

Standing outside the siege, Lan Li once told himself that other people's eyes are other people's opinions after all, and as a public figure living under the spotlight, he can't win everyone's affection, and there is no need, even Tom Hanks. If he cares about the opinions and opinions of others all the time, and even changes himself for the sake of a little idea of others, in the end, he will lose himself.

But standing inside the siege, Lan Li realized that the truth was incomparably simple, but the real implementation was extremely difficult. At the end of the day, he was an ordinary flesh and blood, not a robot, and he couldn't be indifferent when he heard those curses and provocations, those insults and ridicules. Perhaps, he is not as strong as he thinks.

He thought he could not care. But, he couldn't.

This afternoon, while at Disneyland, someone spat in his face.

It didn't spit on him, it just landed next to him, but the man shouted with a fierce look and a look of contempt, "Liar, you make me sick." Then, as if performing, he raised his hands in the air and shouted again, "Disgusting!"

It was a child of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a youthful and childish face. When such a vicious, so vulgar, such an ugly act happens to a child, and it is also at Disneyland, the shock is often multiplied.

Anne and Alex, who were standing beside Lan Li, were terrified. Alex swung his fist and rushed forward, shouting, "What did you say! What did you just say! I won't allow you to say that!"

Anne held Lan Li's right hand tightly, at a loss, her body trembling slightly.

Lan Li grabbed Alex in time and pulled him back. Alex stood still, his face full of grievances, "Why did he say that about you? Why?" as he spoke, tears slid down, but he clenched his fists hard, twisted his cheeks stubbornly, and bit his lower lip stubbornly, unwilling to show his vulnerability.

At that moment, Lan Li was so embarrassed. He could raise his fist and give the child a hard lesson, but he couldn't stop the crowd, let alone the eyes and eyes that hurt the two children.

Did he really do something wrong? He shouldn't have held a concert willfully? He shouldn't have held on to an agreement regardless of it? He shouldn't have held on to his dreams? What if, if Heather really did it, because he ......

Lan Li closed his eyes tightly, squeezing off all his thoughts, he couldn't let such thoughts go on, it was too heavy, almost breathless.

He once thought that the dream of "Don Quixote" had really come true, not only because of the success of the concert and the Grammys, but also because of George Slander, Herbert Jones, Heather Chloe, those faces really understood the essence of the album.

He once thought that he was finally no longer alone on the road of chasing his dreams. Those figures who raised their hands in the air and cheered, those faces full of tears and happiness, they became their partners.

He once thought that his persistence, his ideals, and his soul had truly found a confidant. Those who are crammed into Lincoln Center, those who are crammed into Madison Square Garden, they really understand "I am fighting cancer", they really understand "Don Quixote".

I've worked so long, I've persevered for so long, I've struggled so long. At some point today, he began to deny himself, all of it. It turned out that everything was just wishful thinking on his part:

Wishful thinking that dreams are real, wishful thinking that Don Quixote is real, wishful thinking that hard work will eventually reach the end, wishful thinking that he is not alone on this thorny road.

At the end of the day, he's still alone. All of them disappeared in an instant under the keyboards of the people, as if nothing was as heavy as a word, and a sentence from Entertainment Weekly. So easy, so ridiculous, so ridiculous.

"You should understand that pointless persistence is stupidity, not only a waste of your time and energy, but also a hindrance to everyone around you. You're not stupid, you should at least know how to give up. You're not a genius, never have been. There are not so many geniuses in the world, there are not so many miracles, you are just a fool daydreaming, and the chance of success is equal to zero! Dream? This is the most useless word in the world, an excuse for those who fail to comfort themselves. ”

George Hall's words were like nightmares, and just when Lan Li thought they had long since disappeared and were insignificant, they reappeared, laughing at his embarrassment in a high-minded, cold and haughty manner.

His mouth was full of bitterness, and he couldn't spit it out, but he couldn't swallow it either.

Powerlessness, a deep sense of powerlessness. After being reborn, Lan Li felt powerless for the first time.

Death fades and is reborn, from the moment he opens his eyes, he seems to be running wildly, running towards his dreams with all his might, single-mindedly, without distractions, doing his best, truly enjoying life wantonly, truly interpreting the color of life.

But today, he was suddenly at a loss, as if all running was blind and empty, and when he opened his eyes, the sky was full of gray and black, and a heavy feeling of powerlessness wrapped around his ankles like aquatic weeds, and the more he struggled, the tighter he felt, the more he struggled, the more painful he became.

He took a deep breath suddenly, the smell of dry tobacco mixed with the cold and coolness of the late night cut into his chest, looked down at the cigarette on his fingertips, the cigarette holder was actually bitten off, and the corners of his mouth outlined a helpless wry smile, playing with the cigarette.

To ignite, not to ignite, to ignite, or not to ignite?

Thoughts are turbulent, but I can't make a decision. Immediately, Lan Li realized his indecision. This is not him, and this is not like him, immersed in self-pity and unable to extricate himself, denying himself, questioning himself, giving up on himself.

After the transformation of two lives, he thought that Chu Jiashu had been left in the memories of the previous life forever, but now he actually made the same mistake again. Now, he is not Chu Jiashu, but Lan Li, Lan Li-Hall.

Even if he is alone, even if he is alone, even if he stands alone, even if he walks alone, he will hold his head high and stride forward until the end of his life.