Actor: Thank you.

I spent a few more days on set, and things went quite smoothly.

"What did I tell you?" Zhang Yuan, now dressed in a white plaid suit, hooked his arm around Cheng Hao and said with a smile.

"Just like our play, this is called 'Safe Journey'."

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right," the kind older sister replied with a smile.

She's been in an exceptionally good mood these past few days.

After all, she enjoyed the leisurely life she had hoped for: a nine-to-five job, meals, and walks.

It was beautiful, and I was in a very high mood.

It seems that my mindset has affected my body; my skin is even brighter than before.

"As long as a person acts with reason and evidence, and is strong, demons and evil spirits will not dare to approach." Zhang Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as I expected.

What can you do to me?
Who would be foolish enough to speak up for Yao Cheng?

It's not that she doesn't have friends, it's just that it's not worth it.

Speaking well of her would bring no benefit; instead, it would only make me worry about offending her.

The key point is that I am in the right. Back then, she was two-faced and broke her promise.

Anyone who knows the inside story would never get involved in this mess.

Because if things go wrong, you might not get any meat and end up with a lot of trouble.

As a result, he was in a great mood.

The two stood in front of a green screen, filming intimate scenes.

"I will do everything in my power to help the Chinese people build a happy and dignified country."

Bathed in the flashes of a bunch of old-fashioned cameras, Zhang Yuan's eyes shone as he confidently and slowly delivered his lines.

In September 1955, Qian was finally granted permission to return to China.

Besides the three pilots who were exchanged, Eisenhower, a former soldier, was the then-president.

There's a saying: "When a scholar meets a soldier, reason is useless."

Old Ai believed that after five years of house arrest, Qian Lao's information and knowledge had become outdated and no longer had high scientific value.

Historically, civil and military officials have looked down on each other, and this conclusion is somewhat based on that view.

In addition, the Korean War a few years ago taught the United States a good lesson, and the other side dared not underestimate the power of China.

With the lobbying of top scientific figures such as Theodore von Kármán, and with the combined efforts of many parties, this generation of scientific prodigy finally embarked on the long journey home.

The Los Angeles Times ran the headline that day, "Rocket expert Qian Xuesen returns to Red China."

It has been a full 20 years since Qian Xuesen arrived at the Lighthouse in 1935.

Twenty years ago, he came to the lighthouse by boat; twenty years later, he left the lighthouse by boat.

Over the past 20 years, he has been involved in almost all of the United States' rocket projects. If nothing had gone wrong, he would definitely have become a founding member of NASA, which was established three years later.

Even now, a large portion of NASA's veterans and executives are still students and disciples of Qian Xuesen.

In fact, it's not just NASA; Chinese technical personnel make up a very high percentage in various high-tech industries in the United States.

The heads of the three major chip giants, Intel, Nvidia, and AMD, are all of Chinese descent.

In North America's existing AI industry, Chinese technical personnel account for more than 50%.

Those who get things done and those who become famous and successful are completely disproportionate to those who stand in the spotlight, clearly indicating that they have been deliberately suppressed in terms of honors.

Just like Qian Xuesen back then, they know you are capable and intelligent, and because of your strength and intelligence, they are wary of you, and even hate you.

However, what's even more frightening is that this fear and pressure doesn't only come from the white population.

“Mr. Qian Xuesen, since you want to return to China and contribute to its development.”

"Then why not go back to Taiwan?"

A reporter with yellow skin questioned him in English.

It is obvious that this is a reporter from Taiwan.

I came here today on purpose to cause trouble.

Zhang Yuan's gaze shifted to this person, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

“If you are Chinese, you should ask questions in Chinese.” He then replied in Chinese.

When faced with a question that is deliberately provocative, the best solution is not to answer it, so as not to fall into the trap set by the other party.

At the same time, they find fault with each other and muddy the waters.

Whenever the blond guy encounters a difficult question, he just curses at the reporter and the TV station the reporter works for—that's his routine.

Qian's wisdom is not only reflected in scientific research.

Not only did they avoid the issue, they also mocked the other party for not speaking Chinese.

And they leave right after they've finished.

He took Cheng Hao's arm and stepped onto the steps in front of the green screen.

"Card!"

At the director's command, Zhang Yuan relaxed his pride.

I glanced back at the green screen.

When the movie is shown, it should appear as a passenger ship on the green screen.

While researching, he discovered that there was another famous Chinese person on the boat that Qian Xuesen visited the lighthouse 35 years ago.

It was the internationally renowned architect I.M. Pei. The two were on the same ship heading to the lighthouse, but they were complete strangers.

Both of them are top talents in their respective industries, yet they both went to North America at the same time.

Back then, the lighthouse was a true lighthouse, with unparalleled ability to attract talent.

Next, there were scenes filmed on the ship, so the crew made a short scene of the cabin and deck, mostly using green screen.

Don't even think about achieving the effect of "Titanic" from over a decade ago; it would be good enough if it didn't look out of place.

"When filming the scenes on the boat later, relax, but don't relax too much."

He and Cheng Hao were looking at the script.

Even in moments of relaxation, there must be a touch of worry.

"I understand." The older sister nodded.

Seeing her reaction put my mind at ease, which meant she had done her homework.

Qian's journey back to China may have seemed smooth, but it was actually fraught with danger.

To save face for tech giants like von Kármán, Amy allowed Qian Xuesen to leave unharmed, without guaranteeing that she would not harm him on the ship for the sake of international reputation.

But only on the ship.

Before boarding the ship, someone reminded Mr. Qian that he must not disembark during the journey.

Assassins were lying in ambush at several stations along the route.

Mr. Qian and Ms. Jiang Ying knew there was danger, so they couldn't completely relax, but they still had to pretend they knew nothing.

Moreover, these assassins didn't just come from North America.

After Qian returned to China, all of his personal belongings, even the snacks his children ate, had to undergo testing and security checks. The level of security was the same as that of an instructor.

During one of his meals, Mr. Qian noticed something amiss with the food. Upon investigation, he discovered that the chef and his entire family had been murdered after being coerced into poisoning the food.

Even after security was strengthened, two poisoning incidents still occurred: one involving tea and the other involving poison smeared on a fountain pen. Both incidents nearly cost Qian Xuesen his life, as he was researching rockets after returning to China.

The one doing all this is, of course, the bald guy on the other side of the sea.

After all, after Du Yuming, a high-ranking member of the Kuomintang, entered Gongdelin... it's not the Gongdelin in Shanghai that serves vegetarian food.

The bald man immediately stopped paying tuition for Du Yuming's eldest son, Du Zhiren, to study abroad.

Ultimately, the other person, unable to afford Harvard tuition, despaired and committed suicide by taking sleeping pills, dying far from home.

Even though the bald man and Soong Mei-ling had huge sums of money deposited in North American banks, they just wouldn't give it to them.

Du Yuming's wife begged for a long time before the bald man finally gave her $1000, which he would have to pay in two installments over two years.

Du Zhiren's tuition debt is nearly ten thousand US dollars. Studying at Lighthouse University, especially at such a top-tier institution, is very expensive.

At the time, Yang Zhenning, who was also in North America, was Du Zhiren's brother-in-law.

Old Yang had just gotten married and bought a house, and all his savings were gone.

They managed to scrape together $8000, but before they could even deliver it, the person was gone.

This incident had two consequences.

The Kuomintang loyalists are completely disappointed with the bald man.

Du Yuming served you faithfully and made great contributions to the country. After he was captured, how did you treat his family?

In addition, Chinese scientists, led by Yang Zhenning, have also become completely disillusioned with Taiwan.

Some people are short-sighted and adept at scheming, but when it comes to actually doing something, they reveal their petty and treacherous nature.

The several assassination attempts that Qian Xuesen faced after returning to China were also closely related to the bald man.

If you can't have it, destroy it; you're the most ruthless when it comes to your own people.

When Zhang Yuan thought of this, he realized that many of his colleagues seemed to be doing the same thing.

If you can't have it, destroy it; and it seems there are quite a few people who end up being destroyed.

After getting off work, Cheng Hao excitedly dragged him to the movie theater.

His previous film, "The Piano in a Factory," was finally released in a rushed time slot, which wasn't ideal for him.

This is why theaters don't have a positive outlook on it.

Even with him starring in the film, theaters have raised their expectations.

"Why not just watch it at home? I'll find a master copy; there's a theater over there in the courtyard house." "It's different, like eating at home versus eating at a restaurant."

"It's strange to watch myself act."

"I want to see," she insisted, pulling him along relentlessly.

The two found a corner, held a bowl of popcorn, and ate while watching.

Some people in the theater were there mainly because of him.

Unlike his usual commercial films, the audience's reaction was very calm.

Some even got up and left halfway through watching it.

People came expecting action or fight scenes, but it turned out to be an art film with a dark humor tone.

Expectations do not match reality.

"No taste at all," the older sister muttered as someone left.

"You acted so well, and the content was meaningful too."

"Is it possible that people don't want to watch meaningful movies, but just want to watch something exciting?"

He grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth.

What the audience wants is the direct stimulation of online games.

"Believe it or not, if the film had a scene of me and Qin Hailu having sex naked, it would have made tens of millions more in revenue."

Cheng Hao rolled her eyes at him.

He shrugged. "Ordinary people just like to watch something vulgar, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Hey, now that I've said this, shouldn't you suspect that there's something between me and Qin Hailu?" he pressed.

Cheng Hao didn't even look at him, too lazy to pay him any attention.

"Discrimination against people's appearance."

On the way home after watching the movie, Cheng Hao kept praising his acting.

"I'm considering taking on more meaningful roles in the future."

"I'm getting a little tired of commercial films."

"That's true. Once you have money, you should have some aspirations."

"Yeah, I'm going to leave some food for others, especially my own people." Zhang Yuan put his hands in his pockets, looking as if he had never met his match.

The older sister nudged him with her elbow, signaling him not to be so arrogant.

But then I felt that there wasn't much of a problem with what I said.

When I got home that night, I checked and found that there were already reviews for the film.

The reviews are quite good, and many people have done content analysis. The article is written in a very elegant and literary style, and people can understand the nostalgia for the working class era.

Unfortunately, just like the working class, such a core concept is outdated in the eyes of those who follow trends.

Works that stand the test of time may not necessarily become wildly popular in the present.

Just like Van Gogh's paintings.

While the exorbitant prices are a marketing ploy, from an artistic standpoint, Van Gogh's works possess a rustic and unpretentious beauty.

It's all about emotion, no technique involved.

The same goes for "The Piano in a Factory." While it possesses technical skill, its most precious quality lies in its profound sense of remembrance.

Like Van Gogh's paintings, those who don't understand them will criticize them.

"What kind of junk sold for hundreds of millions!"

"What is this painting? It's not even as realistic as an art student's painting."

Many people have raised questions about "The Piano in a Factory," especially about Zhang Yuan.

Why did he take on this role?

"Not handsome at all."

"Is he trying to make himself look ugly to prove himself?"

"Zhang Yuan, blink if you're being kidnapped."

He couldn't explain it either, including the fact that some fans in the fan groups were demanding refunds.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan really wished he could be like Deyuan Press, with the ticket office located on the Second Ring Road and the refund counter in Afghanistan.

A few days later, he made no response.

Looking at the box office, it barely made 1000 million in its first week.

A quick calculation reveals the answer.

Hey, I actually made a profit!
No compensation was paid.

He remembered that the film's box office performance was terrible in its previous life.

Looks like my face is still useful.

This film has generated a lot of buzz.

As for the current audience not understanding, it doesn't matter. In another ten years, when movie commentary bloggers become popular, this movie will be "vindicated" and elevated to a divine status.

This is a time when the prevailing mentality of prioritizing money above all else is most prevalent, so this play naturally stands out from the crowd.

The next generation of viewers might say that...

"He's acted in movies like this before."

"A masterpiece!"

"Why wasn't it popular back then?"

"These young actors should really learn from them..."

Each version has its own god, but the true god can transcend versions.

He wasn't too worried and just let things take their course.

At least I feel great.

But at times like these, there's always someone who tries to upset him.

That noon, while they were eating lunch, Zeng Jia called him.

"Boss, have you gotten yourself into trouble again lately?"

"What kind of talk is that!" Zhang Yuan put down his chopsticks and said angrily, "It's always others who provoke me; I've always been on the defensive."

"How could someone as quiet, reserved, gentle, and weak as me possibly provoke others... What are you laughing at!"

"Ahem." Zeng Jia cleared her throat, almost unable to hold back her laughter.

You're still weak? Then all those opponents in the past were crushed by you.

“Look at Weibo, some people are commenting on your new drama, and they don’t think it’s very good.”

"understood."

He took out his phone and logged into Weibo using a secondary account.

Spying and swearing should definitely be done using a secondary account.

"Nostalgic films that are just wishful thinking, filled with fantasies about the past but not about the future."

"The box office failure was inevitable."

"Actors who cannot provide high-quality works and roles will eventually be exposed for what they really are."

"The so-called box office machine is nothing but a bunch of soap bubbles."

Zhang Yuan licked his lips.

Oh, so this is saying the box office was bad, and they're mocking me.

Why didn't you say that when Ip Man 2 grossed 4 million?

You didn't mention it when movies like "Painted Skin" grossed over 100 million yuan.

Faced with this "criticism," he scratched his cheek and took another bite of his boxed lunch.

It doesn't affect my appetite at all.

If I could still be discouraged by a single Weibo post after all these years in the industry, then I'd have wasted my life.

It's just that the person who posted the Weibo post was a bit special.

Lu Chuan...

He handed the phone to Cheng Haokan.

"How could this be?"

"Cao Yu is his buddy."

"Oh……"

"I also said that I had a safe journey these past few days, because normal people wouldn't get involved in this."

“Look,” Zhang Yuan said with a helpless smile, “some abnormal people have jumped out.”

"So how do you plan to respond?" Cheng Hao ate a couple of bites of rice, feeling rather unlucky.

Isn't that annoying? Always looking for trouble.

"A response?" Zhang Yuan sneered.

"Have you forgotten how Mr. Qian dealt with those ill-intentioned reporters from Taiwan in the scene we filmed a few days ago?"

"In response, the city fell."

"Don't respond, fight back."

The first thing that popped into Zhang Yuan's mind was, close the door and let Han Han out! (End of Chapter)