GBP Chapter 305: The Lonely Road No One Knows
Chapter 305: The Lonely Road No One Knows
Xiaohua stood beside him, smiling and interacting with the audience. Her smile remained warm, but Yang Cheng could see the nervousness within her. This exhibition was of great significance to them; it wasn't just an opportunity to display their work; it was a do-or-die battle.
"What do you think they will think?" Yang Cheng asked softly, with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.
Xiao Hua was silent for a moment, then looked at Yang Cheng with gentle eyes: "No matter what they think, we have already tried our best. All we have to do is show our truest selves, and let time prove the rest."
Yang Cheng nodded, his inner tension gradually subsiding. He knew that this exhibition might not easily quell the rumors, but at least they had responded to those groundless doubts with action.
As the exhibition progressed, more and more people stopped in front of their works. Some nodded slightly with expressions of approval, while others frowned, as if examining every detail of the works.
“These works are truly unique,” one audience member whispered to his companion, his tone full of admiration. “I’ve never seen anything like this style before. It’s full of emotion, and the use of color is very bold.”
Yang Cheng felt a warm feeling in his heart when he heard these words. He knew that despite the noise from the outside world, true art could not be concealed. As long as a certain number of people could understand and appreciate their work, their efforts would not be in vain.
After the exhibition, Yang Cheng and Xiaohua returned to the studio. Both of them felt relieved, as if the long-lasting repression had finally been released.
"We succeeded." Yang Cheng said softly, his voice full of fatigue and satisfaction.
Xiaohua nodded and looked at him with a smile: "Yes, we succeeded."
Back in the studio, Yang Cheng felt a slight sense of relief, but he knew the threat of the Black Tiger still lurked in the shadows. This relief was only a brief respite. He gazed at the newly hung artwork on the wall, his heart still lingering. These works were the product of countless sleepless nights of painstaking effort, yet those who attacked them seemed to ignore their efforts and only used dirty tactics to weaken them.
"Xiaohua, what should we do next?" Yang Cheng's voice was low, as if he was mumbling to himself. He couldn't ignore the uneasiness in his heart, the premonition that a greater crisis would erupt at any time made him breathless.
Xiaohua looked up from her drawing table, her expression still calm. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said calmly, "Don't panic yet. The exhibition has been successfully completed. At least we now have more supporters, and that's the best response. From now on, no matter how they attack us, we just have to keep moving forward."
"But I always feel like things aren't that simple." Yang Cheng frowned and took a deep breath. His heart seemed to be shrouded in unease. Every time he tried to calm down, the hidden threat would resurface, preventing him from truly relaxing.
"Chengzi, not everything can be predicted." Xiaohua's voice was soft but firm. "It's normal for you to worry, but we can't stop because of unknown threats. We've come so far. Retreating now will only make them more aggressive."
Yang Cheng nodded silently. His inner anxiety eased somewhat under her comfort, but the heavy shadow in his heart still lingered. He thought of Black Tiger's anonymous threats and the subsequent attacks, and felt that things were far from as simple as they seemed.
A few days later, Yang Cheng accidentally learned from a friend in the industry that Black Tiger was not only spreading rumors and making threats, but was even trying to use legal means to prevent Yang Cheng and Xiaohua's works from continuing to be exhibited. This news was like a hammer, hitting Yang Cheng's nerves hard.
"They are planning to sue us for copyright infringement." Yang Cheng sat on the sofa, holding the phone tightly in his hand, his tone revealing an uncontrollable anger.
Xiaohua frowned and felt a little surprised when she heard the news, but she quickly calmed down. She knew that Black Tiger's real goal was not to win the lawsuit, but to drag them down through the lawsuit, forcing them to lose without a fight under the enormous pressure and exhaustion.
"Don't worry, they're just bluffing. We know there's nothing wrong with our work, and they know it too." Xiaohua spoke calmly, but a tinge of worry welled up in her heart. She knew that while they weren't afraid of going to court, it would consume a tremendous amount of time and energy, their most precious resources.
Yang Cheng couldn't calm down. Thinking about the sweat and hard work he had put into these works over the years, and the audience who supported them at the exhibition, he suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
"We have been trying to create the most authentic works, why these people just won't let us go?" He muttered in a low voice, as if asking and answering himself.
Xiaohua walked over to him, patted his shoulder gently, and comforted him, "Chengzi, no matter what they do, we must persevere. Our work is valuable, and art cannot be destroyed by these means."
Yang Cheng knew she was right, but this protracted battle made him feel tired. He closed his eyes, feeling as if he were caught in an endless tug-of-war, where every step forward cost more than the previous one.
"Maybe we should find a lawyer and deal with them properly." Yang Cheng finally said, with a hint of determination in his voice. He realized that if Black Tiger really wanted to use legal means to stop them, then they must have a powerful ally to help them deal with this battle.
Xiaohua nodded, a thought flashing in his eyes. "I'll contact a few lawyers I'm familiar with to see if there's a suitable one. We can't just sit there and wait for death."
Over the next few days, they began to gather information and search for legal counsel who could assist them. Although Yang Cheng didn't understand the law, he knew this battle couldn't be fought unprepared. He repeatedly reviewed the creative process of each of his works, recalling the moments of inspiration, trying to find any loopholes that could be exploited.
These days, the studio's usual creative atmosphere has been replaced by intense preparation and preparation for a legal battle. Yang Cheng and Xiao Hua both know this isn't just about defending their art, but also about protecting their reputation and future.
One night, Yang Cheng was flipping through legal documents in his office, his mind aching. He rubbed his brow and looked out the window with a weary look. The night was dark, and the street lights flickered slightly, like faint stars in the darkness.
Just then, Xiaohua came over with a cup of hot tea and said softly, "Take a break. Don't push yourself too hard."
Yang Cheng took the teacup and whispered, "I'm just worried...if we lose, things will get worse."
Xiaohua sat down beside him, was silent for a moment, and then said softly, "So what if we lose? We still have the next step to take. The worst-case scenario is just a temporary setback. The important thing is that we don't lose faith in art because of it."
Yang Cheng pondered for a moment and nodded gently. He knew Xiao Hua was right, but the anxiety in his heart still lingered.
As time went by, Yang Cheng gradually began to come out of his anxiety. He realized that worrying would only make him stagnate, and what could really help them was to keep moving forward, continue to create, and continue to uphold their love for art.
A few days later, they finally found a suitable lawyer. He was a well-known lawyer in the art world, specializing in copyright and intellectual property cases. Yang Cheng and Xiao Hua had great confidence in his expertise and began to prepare for Black Tiger's legal attack.
"Don't worry too much," the lawyer said in a meeting, his tone confident and firm. "The other side has no substantial evidence at all. This is just a psychological tactic to make you lose your composure."
Yang Cheng nodded, and the tension in his heart gradually eased. He knew that as long as they stood firm, the Black Tiger's attack would ultimately fail.
As response measures were gradually implemented, Yang Cheng and Xiaohua's lives began to return to normal. They returned to their studios and began a new round of creation. Every stroke of the brush, every blend of colors, carried their unwavering faith in the future. They knew this path wouldn't be easy, but as long as they persevered, they would eventually achieve their own brilliance.
The colors on the canvas shimmered under the light, silently speaking of their inner perseverance and strength. Yang Cheng stood in front of the canvas, took a deep breath, and his anxiety and uneasiness were gradually replaced by the passion of creation.
"The Black Tiger is just a temporary obstacle," he said silently to himself, "As long as we don't give up, we will eventually overcome this."
Xiaohua was concentrating on mixing the paints. She looked up at Yang Cheng, a gentle smile flashing in her eyes.
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