1979: The child's mother is a celestial being.

Chapter 68 Damn it
The cast and crew of "The Tuner".

It's still morning, and the film crew hasn't started work yet.

However, almost everyone has already arrived...

Seeing that director Han Sanping hadn't arrived yet, Zhang Fugui walked over to Gu Wenhou and whispered to him:
"Old Gu, this stalemate isn't going to work. Why don't we just give up? Why get angry with a young man?"

"Am I trying to be stubborn? It's clearly his directing ability that's lacking, yet he keeps questioning our cinematography skills. I could tolerate it once or twice, but Lao Zhang, if you count on your fingers, since the start of filming this movie, it's been more than once or twice, I can't even count it on both hands."

Bao Qicheng also came over and, after listening to Gu Wenhou's complaints, advised, "Hey, Lao Gu, Director Han is a little inexperienced, but he wouldn't deliberately target you. In the end, everyone is thinking about the film, so I hope you can understand. After all, they are the higher-ups."

Gu Wenhou was provoked by Bao Qicheng's last sentence and sneered, "So what if he's from above? Just because he's from above, does that mean we have to fawn over him?"

“That’s not what I meant, but this matter needs to be resolved, right? Putting aside this conflict, Lao Gu, you definitely want to make a good movie, after all, this is a movie project approved for the country’s foreign exchange earnings mission, and many leaders are paying attention to it.”

Zhang Fugui chimed in, "Yes, Lao Gu, this is a political task assigned to the factory from above. Since we've accepted this task, we should just finish filming it properly. At worst, we won't cooperate next time. Otherwise, if this matter continues to escalate, it will inevitably alarm the leaders, and the factory will look bad. People who don't know the truth might even say that we're ganging up to bully young people."

Gu Wenhou hesitated for two seconds before finally letting out a heavy sigh: "Fine, I'll listen to you this time, for the sake of the film. But I will never work with such an unworthy young director again. It's exhausting."

"Let's talk about the future later." Bao Qicheng said, glancing at the time. He realized it was almost time to start filming. Usually, the director would have arrived by now, but why hadn't he been seen today?

Did they really go to file a complaint?

As the assistant director was thinking this, he noticed the director and the screenwriter, Xiao Chen, walking in from the entrance of the film set.

"People are coming."

"Let's go over there and apologize."

Next, the two photographers' "apology" caught Han Sanping off guard.

But the Chinese way of dealing with people is that if you give me an inch, I'll give you a mile.

So Han Sanping apologized to the two photographers.

In other words, both sides have given each other a way out.

Normally, this matter would just be over and done with.

At least it's saved face.

Then we went back to the previous filming mode.

Yes, at this moment, most of the crew members think this way.

They even breathed a sigh of relief.

No one noticed the hushed conversation between Chen Fusheng and Han Sanping.

"What do you mean now?" Chen Fusheng asked.

"Let's stick to the plan. I want to see how a genius like you directs."

"Are you sure? I might steal all your thunder."

"Damn, if you're really that good, I'll accept it. I'll just let you be the director." Although he said that, Han Sanping still didn't quite believe that Chen Fusheng had better directing skills than him, but why was he also inexplicably looking forward to it?
To be honest, Chen Fusheng wasn't actually after Han Sanping's director position.

The main problem was that Han Sanping's directing skills were insufficient to break the deadlock.

That's why Chen Fusheng thought of taking the position himself.

In his previous life, he had worked in the entertainment industry for over twenty years, holding all sorts of positions on film sets. So, the difficulties his crew was facing now were not difficulties to him at all; on the contrary, they were a great opportunity.

Some directors have a strong desire for control and like to run the film crew like a dictator. In their eyes, cinematographers and assistant directors are just tools.

It's hard to say what the great directors of that era were, but almost all the great directors of later generations were like that.

Coincidentally, although Chen Fusheng didn't become a great director in his previous life, he did develop the common problems of great directors.

But now that the photographer has come to apologize, it's somewhat disrupted his plans. Chen Fusheng isn't sure if their previous promise to "shoot however the director tells us to" still holds true.

It must be said that plans can never keep up with changes.

But having come this far, Chen Fusheng could no longer back down.

First, he had already made his boast, and second, Han Sanping had already taken his megaphone and started calling out to the crew: "Everyone, please be quiet and listen to what I have to say."

Gu Wenhou and the others, who had just apologized, looked at Han Sanping with complicated expressions, thinking that he wanted to use their apology to boost the crew's low morale over the past two days.

In fact, many people think this way.

"These past two days, due to my own reasons, I failed to manage my relationships with my colleagues on set, which delayed the filming schedule of the entire crew and caused everyone to feel anxious. Here, I would like to offer my deepest apologies and sincerely apologize to all my colleagues."

Han Sanping bowed and continued, "Today, this matter is over, so I hope everyone can cheer up, work together, and make a good film, so as not to let down the expectations of the country and the people, nor to let down our efforts and dedication during this period."

"it is good!"

"It wasn't a big conflict to begin with, so it should have been like this."

"Let's work together and make a good movie; that's the most important thing."

Everyone thought that was the end of it, and they all clapped in unison, even Gu Wenhou and his group did the same.

As soon as the applause stopped, Han Sanping raised the megaphone again.

"I also want to announce something else. Everyone knows that Comrade Fusheng is an excellent screenwriter, an excellent actor, and even an excellent author. But what you may not know is that he is also a good director. So, after discussing it with him, we decided that from today onwards, Comrade Fusheng will temporarily exercise my directing authority. If he can do better than me, then he will be the director of the production team from now on. I hope everyone can cooperate with him well."

After Han Sanping said this, everyone in the crew was dumbfounded.

However, before everyone could react, he turned to Chen Fusheng and said, "Now, Comrade Fusheng, please say a few words."

Chen Fusheng stepped forward and took the megaphone from Han Sanping, as if he were taking the baton of power from the director.

A sense of responsibility inexplicably arose on my shoulders.

But this responsibility didn't make him feel pain; instead, it made him feel a little excited.

I'm back; that familiar feeling is back.

It's like a military general, once again donning armor and wielding weapons, returning to his familiar battlefield.

This feeling of excitement is something I cannot share with outsiders.

"Good morning, everyone. I am Chen Fusheng. I have been acting with you all for so many days, so I won't go into too much detail about my introduction."

"But I know that everyone is skeptical about my acting as director. I feel that there's no point in saying anything more. Just watch what I do... Well, that's all I have to say."

"Now, everyone in the crew, please get to your posts. We'll start filming our first scene today in ten minutes. And then, please have the camera crew come over here."

Gu Wenhou and Zhang Fugui exchanged a glance. Although they were still in shock from the crew's last-minute change of director, they walked toward Chen Fusheng with a sense of helplessness.

"Push your camera along the grain of the old wooden floor... At the 7-second mark, move the camera away from the actress's knuckles holding the letter, loosen the focus by half a stop, and let her silhouette float in the scratches of the blinds—remember, the focus shift should be slow."

On your end, when she laughs, your camera should move from left to right, allowing the backlight to shatter into starlight patterns on her eyelashes. At the same time, have the lighting technician lower the diffuser by five centimeters, leaving a sharp, razor-sharp shadow on her collarbone. For the last three seconds, don't touch the camera; let the lens sink on its own, sinking into the now-cold cup of coffee on the coffee table!

"Do you understand everything?"

As I said before, Chen Fusheng knew that everyone would have doubts about his abilities as a substitute director, so he didn't say much and went straight to show his professional skills.

As for Gu Wenhou and Zhang Fugui, they did think that Chen Fusheng, like Han Sanping, wanted to teach them, who were not experts, but after listening to his arrangements...

The two of them couldn't help but shout in their hearts: Holy crap, he really knows it!
Meanwhile, Han Sanping, standing to the side, also widened his eyes, feeling that while it was easy for him to relinquish his position as director, it would be difficult to take it back.

(End of this chapter)