My wife is the stand-in.

Extremely single.

Amanosaki was self-aware enough to realize that just half a month ago he was someone who stayed up all night to earn a few thousand dollars. He had no idea about the cost of a movie and was at most familiar with anime culture and art. He was, at best, an "anime artist".

Cost control and budget planning are certainly not as quick to formulate as those of Lin Shuyu, who possesses the "divine insight" (天人相).

Lin Shuyu, who was summoned, had no objections. On the contrary, having gained the approval of the first wife in the cabin, she was very willing to contribute to the new family.

"Okay, let Karenina talk to her, let's hurry up and shoot the night scene."

Spielberg downed his cup of black coffee and rallied his spirits: "The night scene will probably take three hours to shoot, mainly focusing on that lady... Is she alright?"

Amanosaki patted his chest and assured him, "Don't worry, the three cuts and six holes on my body weren't for nothing."

Seeing the blood seeping through the gauze from Amanosaki's violent movements, Spielberg's face twitched, and he muttered something barely audible:

"It's not like anyone can be stabbed three times and still be alive and kicking. That's just too outrageous. China is full of legends and stories. This could be made into a romance movie. The Armenian knights wouldn't play this kind of bloody love... If I had that ability, I'd find another lover too."

After quickly finishing his rant, the old man shouted in a booming voice, "Sam! Get the lighting crew here... Hurry up! Do you want to watch a nearly seventy-year-old man stay up all night with you? Have pity on me!"

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In the pouring rain, Saeko Busujima stood on the edge of the damaged deck. The rain soaked her combat uniform, which clung to her body and outlined her alluring curves. In the dim, flickering light, she, dressed in pure black combat uniform, looked like a lump of ink that might melt into the night at any moment, adding a touch of mystery.

She put down A-Ping, who was nestled in her arms, and said to Amanosaki, who was clutching his shoulder and whose lips were pale, "Keep an eye on A-Ping. I'll be right back."

“You lost to them last time.” Amanosaki took the unconscious A-Ping and shook his head stubbornly.

"The people of the Great River are being humiliated by monsters. Do you expect me to stand by and watch them die? I am the Divine Dragon, the Divine Dragon of China. I exist to protect the land and its people."

Amanosaki bit his lip and shouted something behind him with a ferocious expression. Li Junzi, who had turned into a big fat man, came over panting and carefully took over and carried Aping away.

He then turned his head and looked Saeko Busujima up and down: "Let's go together."

"You are just a mortal, you will die."

Amanosaki nodded: "People die when they are killed, and monsters die too. I bear the mission of my family, and I cannot hide on the sidelines like a coward, nor can I watch my beloved woman fight a war that she has no chance of winning."

He gave a bitter smile: "My family has hunted four-clawed scaled fish for generations, and I have an obligation to participate in the war."

"Let's kill him together!"

The atmosphere between the two people changed strangely, and then, amidst the sounds of gunfire and artillery, they naturally embraced and kissed.

"Card!"

"very good!"

Spiegelberg clapped, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the fifteenth take of this scene, and the filming time has already been four hours, which is far more than the two hours the director said.

Fortunately, the outdoor night scenes have already been filmed, and the remaining nights will be indoors, which can be solved with lighting and special effects.

"Everyone, take a break. Filming starts at 9 a.m. tomorrow," Pix Berg said, rubbing his red eyes. Everyone felt relieved and quickly packed up their equipment, scattering like birds.

At this moment, Lin Shuyu, who had already drunk three cups of strong tea, came over, pinching the bridge of her nose: "It's all planned out. We plan to hire six director teams to edit the footage according to the requirements."

Amanosaki paused slightly, "Isn't that too much?"

Spielberg nodded in agreement: "The more directors there are, the more obvious the differences in camera language and style become, making post-production unification more difficult."

Karenina explained from the side: "This is just a grouping. Because of the tight schedule, Ms. Lin suggested that our team take the lead and assign tasks to six groups. Eight teams in each group will compete. The selected shots will receive a high bonus, and those that are not selected will also receive a subsidy."

"This is... a collaborative work?" Spielberg frowned.

"Hiss—6848, how much does that cost?" Amanosaki gasped, feeling a sharp pain in his teeth.

Chapter 172: She's a Good Girl

Forty-eight teams, although only the artistic abilities of the director's vision and the editor's team were needed, Amanosaki felt that, according to Spielberg's standards, the directors were qualified to participate in this project.

It must be very expensive.

Moreover, by hiring multiple special effects teams, shortening the special effects production time, and ensuring quality, it's impossible to reduce the budget.

Amanosaki could already imagine the scenario where 500 million yen would simply not be enough.

As Amanosaki had predicted, things turned out just as he had.

"We need another 200 million to ensure a surplus."

Lin Shuyu read out a string of numbers that gave Amanosaki a headache.

"Is there any contract left over?" He rubbed his temples hard, as if trying to smooth out his furrowed brows.

“Yes.” Lin Shuyu flipped through the documents, which were photocopies of contracts provided by various conglomerates and forces, used to allow the Yushan branch to arrange who would execute the contracts.

When Yubaba signed the contract, she made quite a show of it, naturally even bringing out many non-renewable medicinal baths, including two medicinal baths of the same level as those enjoyed by Amanosaki, which were enjoyed by deities.

Unless its popularity increases further, Yubaba's bathhouse will only be able to sell ordinary goods in the future.

"The Yanlong Consortium won a contract worth 200 million for 30 portions of Chi Tang, 10 portions of Yu Tang, and 1 portion of Huang Tang. In addition, Tianwen Group and Jiuxingshan Real Estate also won contracts worth 100 million and 150 million respectively. There are also contracts from several other forces, which add up to about 100 million."

Spielberg listened to the translator describe the wealthy man's assets, and a slight thought crossed his mind.

He felt that Amanosaki liked movies, or at least had a passion for them. Moreover, compared to those stingy big-capital companies that needed to send people to supervise them, his collaboration with this young man was quite pleasant.

More importantly, China doesn't have those damned labor unions.

Perhaps we can persuade him to invest in us after we resolve the funding issue for this film?

But the moment Spielberg looked up, he saw Lin Shuyu, who was as calm as ice, looking at him with eyes that seemed to gleam with all-knowing light.

He smiled awkwardly but politely, dismissing the idea.

temporary.

Lin Shuyu, who had been suppressing the old man, continued to persuade him: "I understand your thoughts, but no one can guarantee that the first movie will be a success. Besides, according to your plan, the live-action movie is just a transition. In the future, you're going to make...animation? How about that name?"

"Yes." Amanosaki nodded.

Lin Shuyu squeezed his hand, her attitude sincere, "I searched online and found that the most recent purely animated film in the world was made twenty years ago. On the contrary, there are many tokusatsu films made both domestically and internationally."

"We've bet too much this time. If the results aren't ideal, other factions might not be willing to put in so much effort again."

Amanosaki felt dizzy and lightheaded.

After 500 million, another 200 million hit him hard, leaving him breathless.

It's all real money. Even if the movie is a bit watered down, you can still make a lot of money and become a rich man.

Moreover, to be honest, Lin Shuyu was telling the truth. The military, helicopters, and other equipment were all borrowed from other forces by the Yushan branch under the guise of carrying out the extermination order. Even if they were exposed, they could cover it up by saying that "the process of killing fish was secretly filmed".

But in essence, it still constitutes the misuse of public resources for private purposes.

If this movie fails, all that will be left are the contracts. The branch can support us once, but it can't support us every time.

But is making a mediocre product really what Amanosaki wants?

Whether a new culture can survive in the information age is often closely related to the initial spark of its emergence. If it starts off lukewarm and takes ten or twenty years to truly flourish, it's harder than winning the lottery in the internet age.

He looked up at the distance and saw Saeko Busujima reading a script while stroking a wooden sword. Sensing Amanosaki's gaze and her chaotic thoughts, she looked up at him quietly, offering no answer or advice.

She simply supported all his decisions with quiet, gentle eyes.

Under that gaze, he felt a surge of energy, his spine straightening perfectly.

If you don’t succeed, you will succeed!

Amanosaki gritted his teeth and gripped Lin Shuyu's hand tightly: "Let's add more, I can handle it."

Lin Shuyu shook her head: "You'll only know the pain of having nothing when the product you poured everything into fails. I find it hard to believe you can withstand that."

No, I've already lost everything, and I've made it through. Amanosaki retorted inwardly.

He didn't say it aloud; some things can never be confessed in a lifetime.

But before Amanosaki could persuade her, Lin Shuyu squatted on the ground, rapidly drafting a contract, her mouth moving as she rattled off words at breakneck speed, as if the words were burning her tongue:

"I'll pay the two hundred million yuan."

"What?" Amanosaki asked, frowning.

He was distracted and didn't hear clearly, and he was unwilling to believe his guess.

"I'll pay the rest."

Lin Shuyu spoke more slowly this time, but her voice was also much softer, carrying a shyness that anyone could hear.

"Why?...No, where did you get two hundred million?" Amanosaki was dumbfounded.

Lin Shuyu, who was squatting, suddenly stood up, her delicate hands clenched tightly, and her pretty face flushed red with tears welling up in her eyes.

"I'll ask my grandfather to give me 200 million as my dowry, okay?"

The girl shouted in despair, and half the people on the ship could hear her clearly. Soon, the entire ship and even the fleet would know the fact that Miss Lin's dowry was two hundred million.

Immediately, sighs and gasps arose from all sides.

Spiegelberg also whistled playfully under Karenina's complicated gaze.

He also gave Karenina a look.

“Young lady, you didn’t lose unjustly. That’s two hundred million. I’d marry any kind lady who gave me two hundred million.” The old man blinked and added.

Karenina spread her hands and shrugged.

Now it was Amanosaki's turn to be embarrassed.

He felt he should comfort Lin Shuyu, who was so embarrassed that she was crouching on the ground, covering her head and defending herself. But clearly, with the whistling sounds rising and falling, the deck was not a suitable environment for comforting anyone.

But leaving it unattended is an even more dangerous choice.

Fortunately, at this time, Spielberg, who had been in the entertainment industry for many years and had seen it all, stepped forward.

He patted Amanosaki on the shoulder and said earnestly:

"Tian, ​​Lin is a good girl, you should treat her well in the future. Now... Lin is very tired, as a gentleman you should carry Lin to rest."

Mr. Spiegelberg! You're truly my savior! No wonder you can spend 500 million! 500 million, no wonder!

Amanosaki nodded gratefully to Spiegelberg, then scooped up Lin Shuyu in his arms and waved to Spiegelberg amidst the girl's instinctive gasp.

"Mr. Berg, there's something you didn't tell me: my girls are all good girls!"

With a hearty laugh, Saeko Busujima pressed against Amanosaki, her ample bosom resting on his strong arms.