Chapter 110: The Young Star

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Long Er’s remark about being able to provoke trouble meant that even if Da Fei discovered Mo Fei’s true identity and decided to turn hostile, Long Er could handle the fallout. Without some measure of skill and connections, casually antagonizing such people would inevitably lead to passive dangers, even ending up adrift at sea.

Mo Fei felt uneasy. “Should we report this to the police?”

Long Er looked at him, silent for a moment before saying, “If reporting helped, you wouldn’t have witnessed any of this.”

“Bee, hemp, sparrow—do you know what sparrow means?” Long Er asked.

In the past, sparrows were officials assassinated and seals seized; today, it’s collusion between officials and businessmen.

“Are we just supposed to stand by and do nothing?” Mo Fei frowned, challenging him.

Long Er’s face remained expressionless, his tone indifferent: “Who do you think you can control? Who would care? As long as you don’t lose yourself, consider yourself lucky.”

“But the families of those kids do care,” Mo Fei said, recalling the faces of the young people at the bar.

Though he had no family himself, if it had been Lv Chunqiu or Granny Zhang missing, he’d be worried too.

“That’s none of your business,” Long Er’s expression grew serious. “Do you know how many people try to take them on each year? And do you know how many die at their hands annually?”

“This isn’t something you can handle alone, or even with two people. If you get involved, it’s a dead end.”

Mo Fei thought for a moment, shaking his head. “I don’t want to take them down—I just want to save one if I can.”

“There’s too much suffering in this world. I know my limits—I can’t save everyone, but if I see something, at least I want to try to help.”

Officer Xiao Xu said he had the spirit of a hero. Whether for his own conscience or not wanting to disappoint such high praise, Mo Fei felt he should make an effort.

Long Er’s eyes flickered slightly. “I’m beginning to respect you, but I advise you not to.”

If you’re just mingling for fun, that’s one thing, but wrecking someone’s livelihood is entirely different.

If Da Fei really resented this and got help from above, Long Er could get out unscathed—but Mo Fei might not be so lucky.

Mo Fei’s gaze turned plaintive. “You lit the fire; you’re responsible for putting it out.”

No one could resist such an old-school domineering CEO line.

Long Er clenched his molars and placed his phone in Mo Fei’s hand. “Then go ahead and call the police.”

“Let’s see whether they solve the problem or just deal with the whistleblower first.”

Even with such strength, Long Er remained pessimistic, which made Mo Fei a little intimidated.

As the ancients said, the initial momentum fades quickly; Long Er’s cold water doused all enthusiasm.

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Mo Fei muttered softly, “Is there really no other way?”

“There is,” Long Er said coldly, ignoring the flicker of hope in Mo Fei’s eyes. “Unless the five great families of the Mian tribe fall to internal strife, fighting each other to mutual ruin, and another power rises to overthrow the situation.”

“That would lead to two outcomes: the survivors are either deported back to their homeland or silenced abroad.”

His words were starkly realistic.

But if you want to change the status quo, only a large-scale eruption of conflict might achieve it.

No individual has any chance alone.

Mo Fei was thoroughly dispirited. “Then at least I can warn them secretly, right?”

This time Long Er didn’t object. “Do as you please.”

He figured Mo Fei would learn from experience that success was impossible.

Then he could step in later to rescue people.

That aside, Long Er understood why Director Wang wanted him to first get close and see the villains’ lives up close.

Mo Fei was a good person, even somewhat naively kind-hearted. Judging by his appearance, it wasn’t exactly a case of ‘looks reflecting the heart,’ but rather ‘don’t judge a book by its cover.’

He didn’t seem like a reckless do-gooder either.

Thankfully, he was willing to take advice.

If he were a reckless do-gooder who wouldn’t listen, Long Er would seriously consider packing him off and quitting himself.

Far away in another city, Director Wang sneezed several times in a row.

The screenwriter worriedly asked, “Could it be the flu?”

“The flu’s no big deal, some medicine will fix it,” Director Wang waved it off. “As long as it’s not the actors having issues, everything else is manageable.”

He grew more fond of the story the more he read. “You see, this old Deng character wasn’t sealed without reason. Look at the wording, look at the portrayal—”

“His family runs a plasma factory, right?”

“Can this really air as a show?”

The story was good, but a bit too bloody.

Feeding crocodiles, water prisons, electric shocks, finger-breaking, bloodletting, and several restricted scenes—this would be rated adult-only abroad.

The screenwriter could only smile wryly. “He gets carried away when writing, can’t control his pen.”

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Director Wang shook his head. “It has to be revised.”

The screenwriter nodded immediately. “Don’t worry, I’ll work with him to rein it in.”

Director Wang trusted his old colleague enough to nod. “Good. Once the script’s ready, send copies to Wu Miao and Fa first. Mo Fei’s copy can wait until he arrives there.”

“Understood.”

It wasn’t that they didn’t trust Mo Fei, but that place wasn’t safe.

Director Wang held high hopes for this project; if the script leaked and the film flopped, he’d be ruined in an instant.

The new film was being prepared with great fervor, while the current hit, Battle Royale, performed as expected.

Battle Royale followed Director Wang’s usual style, achieving results consistent with his past works.

For most people, watching it once was thrilling enough; there was no need for a second viewing.

But one person not only watched it once or twice but often went to the cinema multiple times just for fun.

When Lv Chunqiu went to support his little ghost’s film, he encountered that person at the theater.

Miss Wen stood at the entrance with little Wen, who was clutching a large bucket of popcorn.

“Miss Wen,” Lv Chunqiu greeted them, “here to see the movie?”

Miss Wen wore a brown coat, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, looking gentle and serene. “Yes, it’s always worth watching Mr. Mo Fei’s films multiple times.”

Lv Chunqiu felt happy but a bit embarrassed. “Xiao Fei only had a minor role as number five in this film—not many scenes. But he’ll be the lead in an upcoming movie.”

Miss Wen’s eyes widened in delight. “Really? I’ll definitely support it!”

“Yes, yes, it’s a completely different type of film from this one,” Lv Chunqiu smiled warmly.

With such good taste and fondness for Xiao Fei, that person surely wouldn’t disappoint!

The two women found common ground and immediately began chatting happily.

Little Wen focused intently on munching popcorn.

Miss Wen had taken her to see this movie many times already. Though she liked Uncle Moon too, watching it repeatedly could bore a child.

But Little Wen was a well-behaved child; even if bored, she never complained, quietly watching with her mother and eating popcorn.