"I'll translate what this comrade just said! He said-
I would like to remind this gentleman that when you use what you have seen and heard in your own society to pass sweeping judgment on another people's emotions, you reveal precisely how narrow your understanding is!
Where you come from, romantic love has long saturated every corner of the screen, so a light kiss seems insignificant to you! But on our screens, ordinary people's romantic feelings were shut out for many years. What moves our audiences is genuine love that remains unchanged through hardship, attachment to their country and homeland, and the awakening of human feelings that have long been suppressed. That power comes from the heart of the story, not some cheap, opportunistic trick.
You presume that our creators have exhausted their talent, but do you understand that art has never had a universal yardstick? Treating what you take for granted as the sole standard by which to judge the entire world is not objectivity. It is condescending arrogance!
We yearn for sincere love. That is a healthy part of human nature. Your distortion of this simple, heartfelt response into a warped outlook only proves that you do not understand the emotions of people who have grown up in different lands!
So you have no right whatsoever to stand here and ask that question!"
Having said everything he wanted to say, Jiang Chengshi finally released the frustration pent up in his chest.
He had never even considered whether the reporter could translate it.
Only when that female voice rang out again did he turn his gaze toward the front row.
Then he saw-
A young woman in a light-colored outfit had risen from the seat at the far end of the front row.
The lighting in the audience was