Chapter Sixty-Six: The Sensational Impact of the Video

After this statement, someone finally raised their hand to ask a question.

“As you mentioned earlier, at that time you had only just moved beyond being a mere extra and had landed a minor speaking role. What was it that prompted a provincial television station to invite you for an interview?”

“It’s necessary to explain this point. During that period, I was fortunate enough to be cast in Brother Chen Long’s new film, ‘Myth.’ An accident occurred during the shoot, and relying on my martial arts background, I was lucky enough to help prevent a tragedy.”

The press conference was gradually unfolding in the manner Liu Qingshan desired.

“You saved someone? Could you tell us exactly what happened? Who was it that you saved?”

Although news of an incident on the set of “Myth” was no longer a secret, both the questioner and the other journalists present tacitly allowed Liu Qingshan to be the one to speak about it.

Of course, much of this was due to its shock value. Until this moment, no one had connected the two events. Even though some had previously speculated as much, those were baseless conjectures—after all, Liu Qingshan was then just an obscure face, barely worth anyone’s attention.

“I’ve already consulted with the ‘Myth’ production team and the person involved, and both have agreed that I may make this public today. The individual I rescued was none other than Miss Jin Xishan, the renowned superstar from Korea!”

A thunderous uproar swept through the room. Even those who had already guessed as much found the confirmation from Liu Qingshan’s own lips electrifying.

Naturally, each journalist had their own reasons for excitement—the sensational value of the news was only part of it. Many were hoping for even more explosive revelations from different angles.

For a while, the room was a cacophony of competing questions, the scene growing increasingly chaotic.

The reporters from Korea were especially fervent, their eyes wide, rising from their seats, waving their arms and shouting out questions.

This was the moment to test the host’s ability to manage the scene—quick thinking was crucial now.

If one could only recite a script, they’d be no more than an announcer. At this slightly awkward juncture, engaging with the reporters to stabilize the atmosphere was key.

“If everyone keeps shouting over each other, our future star Liu Qingshan won’t have a chance to say what’s on his mind! Honestly, I was shocked myself when I heard that the beautiful Miss Jin Xishan had been saved by Liu. I’m sure you all feel the same! Since there are so many of Miss Jin’s fellow countrymen present, why don’t we give the first question to our international friends?”

It was no surprise that Xu Danni, last year’s Golden Microphone Award winner, deftly brought calm to the chaotic scene.

Regardless of whether or not the domestic reporters agreed, they recognized the necessity of her suggestion. Jin Xishan’s importance and the interest in her couldn’t be separated from the Korean reporters present.

In fact, their focus had already shifted—there was a need to first understand how the Koreans viewed this event.

“Mr. Liu, could you describe in detail how the accident occurred?”

This question came from an authentic Korean reporter, and was immediately translated into Mandarin by the interpreter.

Liu Qingshan began to recount the incident truthfully, making sure to highlight the aging of the harness as the cause and the comprehensive safety precautions in place at the time.

From the Korean journalists’ satisfied expressions, it was clear they were reassured—Liu’s account was thorough, including details of the safety measures and the names of the personnel responsible.

“May I ask, what injuries did our star Miss Jin sustain in this accident?”

“Sister Xishan suffered only minor abrasions. She was discharged from the hospital that very night. My own injuries were more serious—especially the wire marks on my back, which were deep enough to expose bone!”

As he spoke, Liu Qingshan stood up, turning to show his back to the rows of reporters.

Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd at the sight of the still-visible scars, so clear even after his special constitution had hastened recovery. The injuries to bone and muscle were obvious, the marks stark even after more than two months.

He did this, in part, to win the sympathy of the Korean audience—after all, the person he’d saved was the dream girl for many of their compatriots.

He also hoped, by this means, to diffuse any Korean resentment toward the “Myth” crew.

To further support his account, Xu Danni, after receiving a subtle signal from Liu Qingshan, played the footage of the rescue.

The sheer terror of that day, in just a few dozen seconds of video, left everyone in the room visibly shaken.

The sudden snap of the harness, Jin Xishan’s body being violently yanked toward the rocks, the steel cable whipping back and forth, the jagged stone outcrops on either side, and the blood drawn by their sharp edges—all of this left the audience stunned.

And then, at the critical instant, Liu Qingshan’s leap, heedless of his own safety, was seared into every mind present.

It was clearly an effective gesture, for the Korean reporter stood once more and bowed deeply to Liu Qingshan. “Thank you, Mr. Liu. You saved a national treasure of our Republic.”

Liu Qingshan hastened to respond, this time in fluent Korean.

“The thanks should go to the production team. I was simply in the right place at the right time. Anyone would have done the same. Brother Chen Long had arranged for every position to be watched over by someone. It just so happened that I was the one on the spot.”

The Korean journalist was amazed. “I didn’t expect your Korean to be so fluent.”

Liu Qingshan explained, “During those two months, I spent every day with Sister Xishan and Mingxiu oppa, sharing all our meals, and started learning then.”

This time he switched to Mandarin, so that the interpreter could translate and allow the mainland reporters to understand as well.

“So you and Miss Jin Xishan must be very close now?”

At last, the entertainment reporter’s true nature emerged, sidestepping Choi Mingxiu and steering the conversation toward gossip about Liu Qingshan and Jin Xishan.

Liu Qingshan laughed heartily. “Alright, we’ve given everyone their turn. Now it’s time for our Chinese reporters to ask questions!”

There was another burst of good-natured laughter among the press, and someone raised a hand. “So the reason ‘Entertainment Interview’ invited you was because of the rescue? Was this at the request of the ‘Myth’ crew?”

“Yes. After the accident, the investors anticipated that questions would arise and planned to hold an interview to clarify the incident, applying for approval from the local county government before proceeding. Unexpectedly, the two people from ‘Entertainment Interview’ were not only arrogant but also narrow-minded. Afterwards, they even instigated rumors and tried to turn the facts upside down by privately contacting subordinate media outlets!”

“Are you saying that the negative news was entirely the personal doing of Dou Feiwen and Yuan Siruo?”

“Yes. Brother Chen Long even called to inquire, and Director Rong Yongnian made it clear he knew nothing about it. This is my personal lawyer, Wang Huansheng. I now authorize him to make a statement on my behalf regarding legal action for personal accountability in this matter.”

Wang Huansheng cleared his throat and took the floor. “Here is the documentary evidence we have gathered so far.”