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Chapter 205 Art is an Explosion (Please Subscribe!)
"I have a ticket, why won't you give me one? Aren't you bullying me?"

On the set of "The Burning of the Yuanmingyuan", the food standards for Hong Kong people were higher because of the preferential treatment given to foreigners by the country.

China has a long-standing tradition of worrying about inequality rather than scarcity. Using two different food standards in the same production crew would naturally be unfair and cause resentment among those who receive a lower standard of living.

If it were just a day or two, that would be fine, but the problem is that this period is very long. A drama can easily take several months, so it's inevitable that some 'early birds' will emerge.

Sure enough, the crew had only been filming for a week when today the female lead, Liu Xiaoqing, managed to get a few meal tickets used by Hong Kong residents. However, when she happily went to another window to get her food, the lady serving the food refused to give her the tickets, only recognizing the person.

This ignited all of Liu Xiaoqing's pent-up resentment and grievances from the past week.

He started arguing with the lady serving food right at the window.

At the same time, they used the argument as an excuse to vent their dissatisfaction.

This immediately made the atmosphere in the cafeteria very heavy and tense.

The actors and crew in Hong Kong exchanged awkward glances. Meanwhile, on the mainland, some felt a sense of relief, while others worried for her.

Just when they didn't know how to end things, someone at the door reminded them, "The director is here."

"What happened?"

As Li Hanxiang entered the canteen, he immediately sensed the tension in the air. He frowned slightly and then gave Liu Guoquan, who had come to borrow people on behalf of Chen Fusheng, an apologetic look.

……

After Liu Guoquan returned, he told Chen Fusheng about the conflicts he had witnessed on the set of "The Burning of the Yuanmingyuan".

"How did Director Li resolve this later?" Chen Fusheng asked after hearing the story.

"Director Li asked the aunt to serve food to Liu Xiaoqing, but in that situation, who could eat? So Liu Xiaoqing refused and left with tears in her eyes. Later, Director Li sent someone to comfort her, and then I came back."

Having heard the whole story, Zhu Lin said indignantly, "Are Hong Kong directors really that hypocritical?"

Lingzi explained to her, "Because the country offers preferential treatment to foreigners, it's not entirely the director's responsibility."

“We have people from Hong Kong in our crew, and we also have Americans, but they eat the same food as us.”

"Because Director Chen raised everyone's food standards, there's naturally no difference," the production manager said.

That's it!

Zhu Lin only knew that the food standards of Chen Fusheng's crew were high, but she didn't know there was another reason behind it.

"Do you need to take care of that problem with Director Li's film crew?" Ling Zi then asked Chen Fusheng.

"Why worry about that? The day after tomorrow, Director Li will bring his crew to be extras for us. We'll treat them to our crew's boxed lunches for a day, and that will solve the problem."

"Brilliant! Isn't this a technique called 'subtle and silent influence'?"

……

He Jun is a security guard at an investment bank and also a veteran.

Because their headquarters building was rented to Director Chen for filming, they have been working in a five-story building next door for the time being.

And they've already moved out more than a month ago.

For more than a month, like most of his colleagues, he gradually went from being curious about the noises made by the film crew shooting next door to getting used to it.

But when I came to work this morning, I was still quite shocked by what I saw.

At this moment, several black SWAT assault vehicles were parked in the plaza of their investment bank headquarters building, along with at least a hundred police officers dressed in dark blue or black combat uniforms and wearing German-style steel helmets.

Of course, these police officers are clearly not from mainland China; their uniforms seem somewhat similar to those of the Hong Kong police.

A large broadcast van was parked outside, and more than a dozen reporters were checking their 'equipment'.

To He Jun's even greater surprise, he actually saw several familiar faces.

Those were his colleagues; they had also become actors.

When He Jun was about to go over and find out what was going on, he was stopped by a policeman.

"Halt! There's filming going on ahead. Comrade, please don't come any closer. Thank you for your cooperation."

It was obvious that the person who stopped him was a real policeman.

Because the other party was wearing a white Type 72 police uniform.

This is the standard uniform for their mainland police officers.

He Jun took out his work ID and said to the young policeman in front of him, "Hello comrade, I am a security guard from an investment bank..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt the ground shake.

Looking in the direction of the vibration, a Type 59 medium tank slowly approached, followed by a large Jiefang truck.

When He Jun saw the soldiers carrying bags of explosives and a cannon off the Great Liberation Army, he was completely stunned.

'Is this...is this really just filming?'

However, before He Jun could process what was happening, he heard a buzzing sound coming from above.

Looking up, I saw an armed helicopter flying overhead.

"Zhi-9".

He Jun recognized the model of the helicopter.

Watching this, currently the most advanced helicopter in my country, land on the rooftop of the headquarters building, He Jun was so shocked he was almost numb. "Comrade, Comrade He Jun..."

The policeman's shouts brought He Jun back to his senses.

He exclaimed "Ah!" and then gave the other person an apologetic look.

"Comrade, you can go in now."

"Thank you."

He Jun thanked him and then walked directly towards the captain.

"Captain, you guys..."

Before He Jun could even voice his doubts, his captain pulled him directly toward Director Ling Zi, who was directing operations in the square.

"Director, director, I have a brother here..."

Ling Zi turned around and looked He Jun up and down. He didn't seem out of place at first glance, so she didn't ask him to change his clothes. She nodded and said:
"Okay, Captain Wu, could you please explain our requirements for extras to this comrade? I'm quite busy here."

"It's alright, it's alright, leave it to me, director, you go about your business."

He Jun was still a little dazed at this moment.

"Captain, what exactly is going on?"

"What else could it be? The leaders told us to play along with them."

Captain Wu continued, "I never imagined that my first time acting would be in a film directed by Director Chen. It seems I'll have something to brag about when I accompany my wife to her parents' home next National Day."

He Jun suddenly realized that he had thought the team leader had come to act on his own, but it turned out that it was arranged by the leaders.

No wonder then.

"Captain, there are so many people here. Even if we act, we won't get much screen time, right?"

“So you have to learn to find opportunities yourself. Look at that person.” Captain Wu pointed to Li Hanxiang, who was wearing a police uniform and standing next to Ling Zi.

"I don't know him," He Jun said honestly.

"Nonsense, of course I know you don't recognize him. I showed you the epaulets on his shoulders."

He Jun examined it carefully and said, "It looks like a senior police inspector."

"Do you understand?" Captain Wu asked.

He Jun looked bewildered: "What do you understand, Captain?"

"You're usually pretty smart, so why aren't you thinking straight now?"

Captain Wu stopped being mysterious and continued, "This guy has the highest rank, so he'll definitely get a lot of screen time. We'll just stand behind him, and that'll get us on camera, right?"

"It seems so." He Jun's eyes lit up.

Half an hour later, the first major event of the day began.

Li Hanxiang, who plays the Hong Kong Police Commissioner, looked at his own firepower and didn't take the terrorists in the bank building seriously at all. He thought they were just a few stowaways. Without understanding the layout inside, he symbolically shouted a few words to the terrorists inside to surrender, but to no avail. So he directly ordered the assault team to launch an attack.

Boom~
When He Jun, one of the extras, discovered that the 'police' had actually blown up the glass door of their headquarters building, he felt excited but also a little incredulous.

Meanwhile, Chen Fusheng, who was with the 'terrorist', watched a signature slow-motion wide-angle shot on the director's monitor in front of him, showing the flames of an explosion engulfing the attacking team. He immediately shouted into his walkie-talkie, "Click! Check if the personnel are injured..."

The second scene was moved to the rooftop, where the helicopter rescue team mistook Cheng Long for a terrorist and strafed him. Although they only fired blanks, the scene was still dangerous.

It took three takes to achieve the desired effect.

In the third scene, the police used tanks.

As a result, the tank exploded directly under a rocket fired by the terrorists.

Of course, it was actually blown up by explosives buried inside the tank.

However, what appeared on camera was that it had been blown up by a rocket.

Because it's a real explosion!
Therefore, this scene could only be filmed once.

After all, even if the country strongly supports Chen Fusheng's film, it's impossible to get another tank to blow it up for him.

Even the oldest Type 59 tank.

Even so, the explosion of this tank was enough to shock everyone present.

Li Hanxiang: "Damn, this is too extravagant."

Liu Xiaoqing: "Holy crap, a tank just exploded like that."

Leung Ka-fai: "As expected of Mr. Chan's film, awesome."

Cheng Long: "Wow, that's amazing, so amazing. I'm so glad I chose to take this role."

He Jun: "Gulp, this is crazy!"

"..."

At this moment, Chen Fusheng finished watching the footage, and his palms started to sweat without him even realizing it.

After a long pause, he finally let out a long sigh of relief, and then excitedly exclaimed:
"Indeed, art is an explosion!"

(End of this chapter)