My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 411 Some people are alive but already dead; some people are dead but still alive.
How could it not be like heaven and earth for Jin Zhuoqun?

As long as the show isn't officially broadcast, he can only show it off to others.

He would wane if anyone asked him why he hadn't seen the broadcast.

And once it airs, it can only be on TVB right now.

Moreover, TVB only has one channel right now, with few drama slots. They also have to say thank you for watching at midnight, and then turn off the TV when there's static.

It's not even as good as the video recording station that Xishan Factory has now.

This will prevent Weidong's new factory in Jiangzhou Economic Development Zone from doing the same thing.

It would be good enough if the videotapes could be released to the public, or even just shown to everyone for free.

Today, everyone was crowding after the evening news, and as usual, I saw an advertisement for Hilallai casual wear.

But the new version of Ai Jiayi, wearing a T-shirt with animal prints and jeans with a panda head and a sandblasted, washed-out effect, walks with the air of a fashionable urban woman through the famous hutongs of Beijing's Temple of Heaven, Drum Tower, and Imperial City walls...

The impeccably slender figure of the short-haired dancer perfectly accentuates the charm of a model on the runway.

The ancient city's vicissitudes contrast sharply with its modern splendor.

It's bound to leave a deep impression.

The audience at the new factory, seeing the advertisement for the first time, burst into applause and urged their friends who were still eating or playing basketball to come and take a look.

They were even whispering among themselves that the boss hadn't played basketball today and was instead glued to the TV, probably waiting to see this commercial.
Dong Xueqing was also puzzled, so she blocked her brother-in-law to separate them: "Can't you watch it at home? We just got a big TV, and my sister is still at home."

Wei Dong explained in a low voice, "We have to wait and see the reaction from the TV series. The purpose of filming this series is to give everyone a feel for it. Let's see the effect on set. We'll be back before nine o'clock."

Shen Cuiyue and Qin Yuye weren't in a hurry at all.

They gathered on the other side eating snacks: "Why don't you try some of this? Look at how she's so busy, how can a man resist? Men need to be free to have fun."

"Forget it, I need to diet. I've gained another two pounds. My god, the food in Jiangzhou is much more tempting than in Hong Kong... Your way of thinking is really attractive to men. No one can compete with you. I think we still need to manage relationships between men and women."

The woman from Jianghu was very generous: "I will definitely not take what is yours, but you have to let me take care of you and accompany you for the rest of my life. I still have high hopes for you."

Qin Yuye sighed: "Your path of a confidante requires a soulmate connection. I have to consider whether I should continue this charade..."

Shen Cuiyue quickly promoted her product: "How can this be called a waste? Look how smoothly your career is going now. You're only a few years old. I almost died at your age..."

She knew how to use comparison to evoke emotional resonance.

After the weather forecast, the TV series that slowly begins its opening sequence will be even more likely to follow.

The game starts at its peak.

This is a very common slideshow-style intro these days.

But the content is novel: "This film is dedicated to the people's heroes who sacrificed themselves in the struggles against internal and external enemies for national independence and the freedom and happiness of the people."

The clicking sound of a typewriter accompanied the subtitles appearing on a black background.

It exudes a high-class vibe.

From 7:30 to 8:00, unless there is a special special report, the TV series has been airing regularly for more than a year.

After the trilogy of "Huo Yuanjia" and "Chen Zhen", several other domestic TV series have fallen short in comparison. The recently concluded "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is even more epic and moving.

Back then, anyone who could afford a black and white television was considered a wealthy family.

Often, only one or two households in a village or street own a television set, and dozens of people watch it together when it's on.

Therefore, the TV dramas that were broadcast at this time have almost all become the most cherished memories of this generation.

Just by looking at the opening credits, you can tell it's a revolutionary film, and you immediately get excited.

Because we were still in the era of victory-oriented dramas like "The Southern Expedition and the Northern War" and "Guerrilla on the Plain".

The opening scene features a stunningly beautiful, ethereal city shrouded in mist.

Qin Yuye and Shen Cuiyue immediately stopped talking, beaming with pride: "It looks like our mountaintop restaurant?"

The center of Jiangzhou City is a peninsula shaped like the Chinese character "人" (ren, meaning person) formed by the confluence of two rivers.

So the terrain is just a ridge where the mountains meet.

The ridge where the Military Intelligence Bureau's residence was located was the highest point in the city center.

This is the view you can see when you look out over the river.

The mighty Yangtze River flows majestically, while the opposite bank is lined with rolling, dark green mountains.

Therefore, the city is rich in water vapor and shrouded in mist, which is why it has earned the nickname "Fog City".

To let Wei Dong know that Jin Zhuoqun had tasted the benefits of film shooting, he deliberately used a film camera to shoot these key shots, and finally mixed them together with the footage shot by a television tape camera.

This served the purpose of later photo editing and color correction.

I didn't expect the effect to be so good.

Even the rear-projection TV in front of me looks lush and vibrant, brimming with life.

But the next shot immediately shows Wang Zhiwen walking out of the frame with difficulty, wearing a tattered and bloodstained shirt and trousers and heavy shackles.

However, there was not a trace of determination or fighting spirit on his face, completely different from the heroic image promoted by this era. He was as relaxed as if he were on a picnic.

Her smiling eyes revealed a deep affection filled with cherishment and longing; her greedy breath seemed to carry the fragrance of flowers; she reached out into the mist, hoping to grasp some of the milky, flowing vapor.

Her already slender figure appeared even more frail at this moment.

Even climbing a single step required him to bend over and use his hands to drag the heavy shackles.

This seemingly simple movement design reveals the physical limits of a body that is already on the verge of collapse behind a seemingly relaxed expression. Between the rusty, heavy iron chains and bolts, the bloody and mangled ankles and wrists reveal the white bone!

But he still smiled, having used all his strength to climb the last step.

He laid down his heavy shackles, turned and looked around, and surprisingly said nonchalantly, "Thank you for allowing me to rest in peace in this land of my hometown. I have no regrets in this life. Come, send me to meet my comrades..."

Previously, the image of revolutionary martyrs was that of people shouting revolutionary slogans with great passion.

Not here.

Only a carefree and unrestrained pride.

Even though the tattered shirt was stained with blood, revealing the severe injuries from torture, and only half of the broken glasses remained intact.

But even his bruised and swollen face couldn't hide his arrogance that seemed to pierce the heavens.

Therefore, the actor's skill level determines the emotional impact of the character.

Nineteen-year-old Wang Zhiwen looks older than his age, with a naturally deep and reserved air about him.

But he also portrayed the indelible youthful spirit of this 29-year-old martyr.

The vast factory food court, spanning several thousand square meters, was eerily quiet, as if frozen solid, with the silence spreading rapidly starting from the rear-projection television in the corner.

Everyone put down what they were doing, craned their necks, moved their feet, and tried to get as close as possible to see the figure on the screen.

The executioner in the voiceover must have felt resentful, because he no longer had that superior feeling of controlling the other person's life: "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

The martyr smiled and said, "What I fear is the warlord infighting and the people's suffering on this land. What I fear is the peril of this nation and the invasion of foreign enemies. What I fear is the people living in ignominy and ignorance. If my death can move people even a little, then my life will not have been in vain!"

Wang Zhiwen's talent for delivering lines was on full display at this moment.

His voice was very relaxed. Even when talking about his own life and death, there was not a trace of begging for mercy. On the contrary, he showed disdain for those who only cared about their lives.

Although the pronunciation and rhythm are slow, they are very steady and powerful, with precise enunciation, conveying a profound emotion of anger at others' lack of competitiveness within a calm tone.

This unique vocal quality and expressiveness allows viewers to perceive the plot development and characters' personalities, and even immerse themselves in the scene, solely through the sound.

Knowing that this martyr, whom I'd never heard of before, must have been doomed.

Why don't you hold onto your emotions tightly?

Even the voice-over gritted its teeth: "You just know you can't escape death, so you're pretending to be nonchalant!"

The martyr struggled to straighten his leg by dragging the shackles, and it looked as if it was broken, but his laughter was not tragic at all.

Huan Chang said, "Li Guoxiang, why are you in such a hurry to interrogate and kill me? Isn't it because you're afraid I'm young, afraid that we'll follow one after another, fearless of death, to wipe out the warlords? I choose to die now, so I can stay young forever. You live, but you only feel fear in your heart..."

This passage has a more rhythmic tone.

The distinct levels of emphasis and pacing are so captivating that even audiences unfamiliar with performance techniques will find it highly engaging.

The control of speech rate, tone, and intonation not only makes the emotions of the martyrs more three-dimensional and vivid.

This fearless spirit, conveyed through television images, makes it easier for viewers to become immersed in the story.

Those usually lazy, puffy eyes now seemed to radiate divine light as they arrogantly and disdainfully glanced at this place.

Her eyes alone are so expressive that they can touch people's hearts.

The executioner, as if his secret had been exposed, roared in fury: "What are you looking at? You're going to die! Gouge his eyes out!"

In modern terms, it was a breach of their defenses.

The person who holds the power of life and death over others is the one who becomes vulnerable.

There weren't as many restrictions on what could and couldn't be broadcast in the 1980s; in fact, the last decade or so has been the period when the domestic film and television industry has been the most daring to produce films.

It has all kinds of scenes.

When the warlord soldiers carrying guns stepped forward and brandished sharp knives to gouge out eyes, all the spectators couldn't bear to watch!

The scene, obviously created by skillful optical illusion, shows the blood-covered martyr swaying precariously, yet still standing there with undisguised mockery: "Not strong enough? Try stabbing deeper and maybe you can pierce my brain and see if you can shake my faith. Aren't you full? Haven't these warlords given you enough food and pay? Then you should pick up your guns and resist their oppression..."

Countless people have read countless times in textbooks about the martyrs' heroic sacrifice.

Countless heroic figures have been portrayed on the silver screen.

But none of them are as realistic.

It's not as infectious.

The physical pain that everyone seems to empathize with has gone beyond its extreme; the spiritual expectations have long surpassed the physical torment.

The terrified warlord could only cut out his tongue, yet even his mumbled words carried a saintly composure: "My head may be severed, but my will cannot be taken away. Come, let's see how you can erase my ideals..."

Then cut off both hands, then both feet...

Only after firing three shots in desperation did the execution end in vain amidst a chorus of curses.

Only at this point might some people realize that the mournful and slow symphonic accompaniment was laying the groundwork for the background overture, and that the story was slowly unfolding, told in a flashback, recounting the tale of this 29-year-old martyr.

All who witnessed it were moved to tears.

Even if there are still indifferent onlookers or mocking faces, at least at this moment, they can't say it.

He's likely to be mistaken for that Li Guoxiang by television viewers and beaten up.

But it wasn't until the end of the first episode, when everyone was watching the credits start to roll, that the song "As You Wish" was finally brought to the foreground.

It completely ignited the emotions in the hearts of all the viewers.

(End of this chapter)