Actor: Thank you.

Zhang Yuan was in a good mood while on set.

There's only one scene left to film, and after that, we can leave this icy, snowy Northeast.

He began to understand why Hainan was called "Little Northeast China".

A classic joke: If you want to eat the most authentic Guo Bao Rou (sweet and sour pork), go to Sanya.

If it were me, I'd go too.

He just wants to find a beach to lie down on, sunbathe his back, and get rid of the coldness in his body.

Then he remembered that he owned a luxury villa in Yalong Bay, Sanya.

Let Yang Siwei arrange for the company's key employees to go on vacation and stay somewhere; otherwise, the company will become deserted and easily stagnate.

Fortunately, China does not have such absurd laws as "abnormal occupation," so a homeless person won't just randomly come and occupy your house and then be unable to leave.

The problem is that ordinary people and the middle class can't solve it; the houses of the wealthy always have servants and butlers, so they can't take over.

If you actually get the job, they have ways to turn you into a cadaver teacher.

I didn't know that! I thought it was a moving target, so I started shooting...

The house he bought also has a community manager who checks it every week.

Zhang Yuan specifically instructed that it was okay to use it, but no one was allowed to have a sex party inside.

I've never even driven one...

Besides filming, there was something else that made him happy.

Zhang Yimou replied to him, asking if Brother Qian could still go to the horse farm.
"Of course," he immediately agreed, and told the other party that he would send a car to pick them up and that Zhang Yimou's family should not take a plane.

You are being watched now, and your itinerary could easily be leaked.

Taking a long highway journey and then changing vehicles along the way makes it more discreet.

He asked Brother Long to arrange for a few experienced drivers to provide transportation.

Zhang Yimou complained to him that those paparazzi reporters had gone too far!
He didn't respond before because he thought he could just endure it for a while.

Unexpectedly, someone threw bricks at his window yesterday.

It scared the child to tears.

That wasn't the end of it; after smashing the glass, someone impersonated a repairman and came to the door.

It was his wife's older brother who sensed something was wrong and realized what was going on, which prevented anyone from barging in.

How can anyone stay at home like this?

Zhang Yuan then lured Zhang Yimou's family up the mountain.

The group repeatedly confirmed that no one was following them before arriving at Lixian Horse Ranch.

The house and food are all provided. The people who come to visit are either colleagues or big bosses. No one will expose anything, and not many people even know Zhang Yimou's wife and children.

He spoke to Brother Qian in a secretive manner, saying that he would arrange for a young woman and three children to stay temporarily at the horse farm, and that he couldn't tell anyone.

Brother Qian also said he was quite capable, quietly producing three children.

Zhang Yuan: …

Once everything is settled here, I'll have a reason to meet with Zhang Yimou for a detailed discussion when I have some free time.

Even after the reporters lost track of him, they didn't stop making a scene.

This directly led to a news story about "Zhang Yimou fleeing with his family".

There are rumors that he went to Singapore.

There are rumors that he has long been a North American.

There are rumors that he has already divorced his wife.

Anything can happen.

This big news caused a sensation among reporters, television stations broadcast it repeatedly, and the public discussed it extensively—a veritable nationwide frenzy.

Besides these parties, there are others who benefit.

For example, the poet Chen.

The box office performance of "Sacrifice" was mediocre, not even reaching 2 million, only 1.7 million.

Logically speaking, it's not bad, but compared to other films released at the same time, it became the youngest.

It's so embarrassing.

Originally, I had to deal with the media, but now nobody cares about this anymore.

However, a TV station called him before the Lunar New Year to ask for his opinion on recent events.

Needless to say, the box office performance of "Ip Man 2" far exceeded expectations, with the film ultimately grossing 4.3 million yuan.

The interviewer was quite blunt, asking him how he felt about "taking down" the senior figure.

Cool!
But can I say that?

He could only give a fake answer, saying that he was lucky and that everyone favored him.

When asked about Zhang Yimou again, he adopted an attitude of knowing nothing and refused to answer any questions.

Just when he thought the phone interview was over, the other party suddenly turned around and pulled a fast one.

"Why didn't we see you at Mr. Zhou Libo's wedding?"

Did you not receive an invitation?

"Or is it because the box office competitors all went, so they're avoiding it?"

The incident the other party was referring to was the most lively "grand gathering" in the entertainment industry at the end of the year a while ago.

Zhou Libo of Shanghai invited various figures from the entertainment industry to attend his charity wedding.

It was a very large event, with more than 700 people participating.

Artists from Huayi Brothers, including Chen Shiren, Richie Jen, and even Chen Long, all went.

It was like a charity gala, where everyone was out for a fashion show.

Zhou Libo is currently very popular, especially after the huge success of "China's Got Talent," which has further increased his fame.

It was his wedding to that rich woman from Wenzhou.

They even invited Cui Yongyuan to speak on stage.

Xiao Cui has such good eyesight, he understood it at a glance.

What a load of bullshit charity, what a lousy wedding.

It's just an excuse to boost one's reputation.

He said that all the money given as gifts by the guests would be donated to charity.

Where to donate?
He and his wife set up a charitable foundation...

These days, everyone seems to be starting a charitable foundation, but it's all just a load of rubbish.

Everyone rushed over eagerly, only to end up benefiting from this guy's efforts.

It has to be said that Zhou Libo perfectly embodies the stereotypical image of a shrewd and mercenary Shanghainese.

Many guests only found out about the situation when they arrived at the scene, so they didn't look too happy.

Xiao Cui even made sarcastic remarks on stage.

"I've attended quite a few weddings, but this is the first one that's disguised as a charity event."

"I particularly admire your two teachers because they can nurture anyone into a successful person."

“You know that marrying him involves a lot of risk,” Xiao Cui said to the bride.

After all, this guy had beaten up his father-in-law.

If I had to describe your marriage in four words, it would be "a moment of folly."

On stage, in front of everyone, I gave this guy a good dressing down.

Later, Zhou Libo also posted on Weibo, sarcastically saying that some people are hypocrites who always present themselves as compassionate, patriotic, and upright.

On stage, a play unfolds, depicting yin and yang.

The people in the audience were either exchanging business cards and socializing, or they were just watching coldly, not knowing whether they were laughing at Cui Yongyuan or Zhou Libo.

This piece of junk, how could I possibly go there?
If it's genuine charity, that's one thing, but who knows where all that money ends up?

In fact, this Mr. Zhou had sent him an invitation.

The wedding invitations were quite unique, designed to resemble old newspapers from old Shanghai.

He casually tossed it aside and told his men not to go unless absolutely necessary.

He simply looks down on this person, especially now that the villain has gained power, his attitude is even more unpleasant.

You can't say that to reporters.

All I can say is that I received an invitation, but I'm currently working on a film set and don't have time to go.

He's not like Cui Yongyuan, who would dare to turn on you to your face.

Xiao Cui comes from the General Staff compound; his father retired as a deputy division-level officer.

He's been to the Huaihai Campaign, the Yangtze River Crossing Campaign, the Sichuan Bandit Suppression Campaign, and has also been to Vietnam and Laos. He's a veteran who's fought his way through the latter half of the war.

That's why he has the confidence to say whatever he wants.

Feng Dapao later went too far and deliberately provoked this kind of person.

Moreover, even though the producers of "Cell Phone 2" told him not to participate or film, he insisted on filming.

Why did Feng Xiaogang dare to do this?
Because Cui Yongyuan's father passed away in 17.

He and Liu Zhenyun then became completely unscrupulous.

Unexpectedly, the other party went all out.

Therefore, one should not be arrogant. Even if one has money and power, one must be careful not to drive others to their doom.

He was too lazy to get involved in these people's affairs, so it was best not to go.

Taking advantage of his good mood, he rushed to film the last scene overnight.

He knocked on the door of a small house.

Qin Hailu, wearing a white crew-neck t-shirt and a red jacket, came out of the house.

The male protagonist knocks on the other party's door in the middle of the night.

He had refused her invitations twice before, but now that he was going to her door, the woman blocked his way. "Is someone inside?"

"Has the child returned from his maternal grandparents' house?"

Qin Hailu stood tall, still blocking the doorway.

You know what, he's got some substance, not just a pushover.

"Could it be Old Wang from next door?" Zhang Yuan chuckled jokingly.

While he was busy making musical instruments and trying to win back his daughter, his lover gave Teacher Wang an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

"Cut!" the director yelled.

"Hailu, why are you sticking your chest out like that? You're not trying to seduce him."

"Zhang Yuan, don't look at his chest either."

"I have my own understanding. Chen Guilin came in the middle of the night just to have a taste of something fresh."

“When you’re driven by desire, your eyes will naturally wander,” Zhang Yuan explained.

This is a performance.

"Then stop acting. Everyone, be careful not to attract each other."

"I feel like something's missing," Zhang Meng said, circling around the area a few times.

Then, with a smile, he found a thermos and placed it in front of the camera, roughly in the middle of the two people in a distant shot.

Zhang Yuan glanced at the thermos; it was green.

As expected of someone with a background in writing sketches, he couldn't resist adding a touch of humor.

The male lead's head is a bit green, so the scene also needs to have a bit of green.

Come on.

After several takes, Qin Hailu perfectly captured the feeling of a woman who, feeling guilty, uses anger to mask her inner turmoil.

Zhang Yuan, on the other hand, expressed the helplessness of middle-aged men.

My ex-wife is leaving.

My daughter is leaving.

Now even his lover, who had been keeping a close eye on him, has "betrayed" him.

The camera lingered on the image of him staring blankly at the door.

"Okay, filming is wrapped!"

Clap clap clap clap... Warm applause rang out in the cold winter night.

Zhang Yuan did not laugh along.

The emotions are still present in the character.

He touched his face and then scratched his head.

I can finally shave and get a haircut.

"What are you standing there for? Let's have dinner together."

Qin Hailu put on his coat and patted him on the back like a buddy.

We arrived at an old shop that sells roasted chicken racks.

No one seemed to mind; they were all sucking on the meat off the bones.

"Here you go," Zhang Yuan said, offering a glass.

Everyone raised their beer glasses and clinked them together.

"The production went relatively smoothly, without encountering any major difficulties."

"Thank you all for your help."

"I have had many feelings over the past few months."

"Especially when I look at this dilapidated factory all day long, I always wonder, can our play help audiences across the country remember the Northeast of the past and understand the Northeast of today?"

"Whether I can do it or not, at least a part of me will remain on this black soil forever."

"Well said!" Zhang Meng downed a glass of wine and looked up at the chandelier above his head.

"Do you think we'll ever be able to shout 'Long live the workers!' again?"

Zhang Yuan threw down the chicken bone in his hand, rested his chin on his hand, and thought about it without answering.

Difficult.

Time flies and never returns; that pure era that belonged to the workers has passed.

I hope that the play "The Piano in a Factory" can become an index or a tombstone of that era.

After finishing their meal and drinks, the group, just like the characters in the movie, walked arm in arm down the empty street, singing as they went, all the way back to the hotel.

Passersby thought they were a bunch of drunkards.

Zhang Yuan felt that this was a pure joy, a joy of releasing one's true nature, which was rare.

The music ends, the party is over, and life goes on.

They were bound together by their roles one day, but the next day they had to go their separate ways.

Zhang Yuan and the director agreed on matters such as review and award application.

For this kind of film, you should submit it to every award that you can apply for.

Whether it's the Japanese and Korean awards, or the three major European awards, we have to participate in them all.

If the application or the funding for overseas travel is insufficient, Zhang Yuan told him that he would approve it separately and take full responsibility.

Zhang Meng was relieved to hear this and became quite excited.

I boarded the plane and returned to the capital.

When he got home, he received news that Zhuo Wei's studio had been shut down, which made him very relieved.

"I hope you can see the error of your ways." Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief as he lay on the sofa.

"Hey, haven't seen you in a while, you've turned into a wild man?"

Cheng Hao returned home at the opportune moment.

Zhang Yuan looked up and thought to himself, "How come she's here before I even got home?"

We probably shouldn't keep the auntie in this small courtyard house.

My whereabouts are semi-transparent to her.

Or should I buy another house outside?
"It's for filming, so I called the makeup artist. They'll come and clean my face and cut my hair in a bit."

"Don't rush." ​​The kind older sister came up and touched it.

"You always make me wear this or that."

"I'll try something different today." She examined it and found it interesting.

"Then you've missed your chance. The China Film Group's 'Qian Xuesen' crew wants me to audition. I have to leave in two hours."

"You've been so busy, and you're only just getting home."

"There's no way around it, with great power comes great responsibility." Zhang Yuan spread his hands and shook his head.

"By the way, Lao Han told me before that the scientists and advisors at the higher-ups gave me the opportunity to recommend actresses to work with."

"Ms. Jiang Ying, who plays Qian Xuesen's wife."

"I think you'd be a good fit."

Cheng Hao is a well-rounded individual, a true all-rounder.

It may not be top-notch in every aspect, but it excels in being very well-rounded.

He is a unique all-around entertainer of this era.

Later, such female artists became increasingly rare.

She can play almost 8% of all kinds of female roles, whether good or evil.

There are no specific type restrictions.

The actress playing Ms. Jiang Ying must be dignified, elegant, and of good character.

The show hasn't even aired yet, and the person's reputation has already collapsed.

In addition, her nationality is not a problem.

Since I can recommend one anyway, I might as well recommend the most recent one.

"Really?" She smiled, after all, opportunities to act with him were rare.

"Then I need to check the schedule carefully, I'm busy." She raised her chin, deliberately putting on airs.

"Besides, can you really recommend it?"

"I already heard you say that this play is of a very high standard."

"Yeah, I also find it strange, but Lao Han said I performed well and that people like me, and told me to be more confident." Zhang Yuan stroked his chin.

"It's my fault for being too outstanding; I even alarmed the scientists."

If "The Piano in a Factory" is a re-creation of the old slogan "Long live the working class."

The play "Qian Xuesen" is essentially shouting "Long live scientists!"

"Dream on!" Cheng Hao raised her slender finger and tapped his nose: "Let me tell you, scientists and high-ranking military officers are all respectable people."

"Don't be glib with people and upset them."

"I know, I wouldn't be that stupid."

"We're honest."

Cheng Hao hummed a song as she left, heading to the study to look up information about Ms. Jiang Ying, and also to the dressing room to find suitable clothes for her future auditions.

She figured that since Zhang Yuan had said he would recommend her, it should work out.

"Things have been going really well lately." Zhang Yuan crossed his legs and began to recall the physics and math knowledge he had learned before.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as he had imagined.

Scientists, in particular, weren't so optimistic about him... not that they didn't think highly of him.

But things weren't quite as he had imagined. (End of Chapter)