?Mobile reading Ma Yinghong isn't stupid—he knows that most people have already thought of the two suggestions he proposed. Others don't mention the eight-zero e-book idea merely because they don't want to be scorned by the cultivation community, thus preserving their good reputation. The first suggestion seems rather outlandish, while the second one feels somewhat unkind. The cultivation practitioners have long prided themselves on being superior to ordinary people in the mundane world, especially in moral matters. Even commoners understand the principle that misfortune rarely befalls one's family—much less the cultivation world. To obtain secret scrolls and treasures, they are willing to go to great lengths, yet they quietly carry out their wrongdoing without ever speaking up, fearing embarrassment. It's only after delivering the second suggestion that Ma Yinghong realized this point. Facing a group of seasoned, wise elders, he deeply felt that he would never gain an advantage when dealing with them. After hearing his second suggestion, one of the seemingly loyal defenders shook his head and said, "This is too harsh; it doesn't hold up under the principles of the martial world... though, indeed, it seems there's no better alternative!" Another defender nodded and added, "Yes, since Master Ma has proposed it, let him take charge of this matter!" Seeing that these people were about to make him bear the blame, Ma Yinghong quickly interjected, "This doesn't seem right. Whether in rank or reputation, I simply don't compare with any of you, and I'd rather choose a more esteemed elder to shoulder this responsibility!" The third defender frowned and said, "Then you're mistaken. As the saying goes, 'a new generation of talent emerges with every age.' This is truly the world of the young—our older generation must give the young more opportunities!" "Soon another person chimed in, saying, 'Indeed, young people have that drive—unlike us, who're so rigid. I personally think Ma Daoyou is a perfect fit. You really shouldn't hesitate anymore; this is all the group's sincere good intentions!' Ma Yinghong's face turned green. What good intentions? It's clearly a fire pit. We didn't jump in, that's fine, but don't also nudge others to step in! Moreover, if I'm asked to lead now, will I really get a fair share once we secure the secret manual? Even if one thinks about it with one's backside, it's clear that once the manual and treasures are in hand, Ma Yinghong will be pushed aside. Yet, with everyone's heartfelt enthusiasm, if he refuses, he'll surely provoke outrage—his previous efforts will all go to waste. Knowing full well it's a pit, yet still having to cheerfully jump in—this feeling... truly, it's not just a regular downer. It's absolutely TMD heartbreaking. He straightened his spine, gritting his teeth and said, "If you all value me so much, then how could I possibly refuse? Wouldn't that be a blow to everyone's face!" Laughter rang out—everyone beamed with delight. ... In the capital, the Wei family's quadrangle courtyard. Wei Qingtian was holding a finely crafted purple clay teapot, sipping his tea with a relaxed, contented expression. The tea was a gift from Qin Feng—not only delicious, but also highly nourishing. He Zhejun entered with a warm smile, greeting him, "Dad, you're having tea, aren't you? You look great! Didn't you say there was a routine committee meeting today? How come you didn't go?" The elder glanced at him and replied, "National peace and prosperity—what could I possibly do about a small meeting? You came here just to see me, knowing full well I might attend, so what's your game?" The younger man blushed slightly, saying, "Well, I was just passing by—came over to drop in!" "Seen you, then. You may now go," the elder said, not at all impressed. He, Master He, hesitated to speak, took a deep breath, and said carefully, "Father, Xiao Feng has been so thoughtful in bringing you all these fine things. You're surely not able to use them all by yourself. Could you spare a few for me?" "Never!" "No, Father—you've always been so generous. Instead of letting them go bad, why not send some to me? I'll certainly remember your kindness!" "Then just ask Xiao Feng directly. There's nothing else to discuss—just go already! Don't bother my good mood!" "Oh!" Master He left the Wei family with a look of disappointment. He had always been reluctant to speak directly to his son-in-law, especially after their earlier conflict, so he had hoped to gain favor with the elder. But to his surprise, Mr. Wei Qingtian turned out to be as tight-fisted as a bronze statue. Well, then, he'd better ask his daughter for help. With his precious daughter giving him support, he was sure Xiao Feng would be generous. Yet, just as he was about to take action, he found himself in a bind—his daughter's phone was completely unreachable. He Muqing was busy fighting, naturally having no time to answer calls. At the Wei family's courtyard, the elder sat with his eyes half-closed, saying a deeply philosophical remark: "You've made your own misfortunes unbearable—how could you have looked down upon Xiao Feng before? This is a modest lesson. Being choosy about wealth and status isn't a serious flaw, but at the very least, you should have first clarified whether the other party was truly poor or wealthy. To judge without first understanding, that's what makes you truly talented!" Or perhaps the domestic audience simply has lower taste. Then there's only one explanation: the people behind these television and film productions are consistently testing the intelligence of viewers—otherwise, how could so many masterpieces keep emerging? Therefore, positioning is crucial. Many recognize this, but few actually achieve it. Among the twenty-some production teams, most are making the currently popular masterpieces, while only one stands out significantly. This company is the media arm of D Qin Group, a major enterprise that has only recently entered the entertainment industry. From the props and production quality to the actors' demeanor, the atmosphere on set is vastly different from that of the more makeshift teams—anyone passing by can immediately sense the difference. Currently, the cast is filming the pivotal scenes between the lead and the second lead, and everyone maintains the expected seriousness. This atmosphere not only earns admiration from many production teams but also draws numerous complaints and raised eyebrows. After all, perspectives differ—this is simply to be expected. Arisawa had a strong command of performance, and Zhou Muzhi was also a perceptive young actress, so their on-screen chemistry was particularly compelling. "Click," the director called out, "Excellent! Both of you have done a wonderful job—let's try the wide shot again!" Due to the distinct requirements for wide, medium, and close shots, certain scenes might need to be repeated several times before completion, posing a significant challenge for the actors.