The Entertainment Industry in Turmoil: Young Actresses All Want to Rise to the Top

After a short break, Shen Mo plunged into the film crew of "Love is Not Blind".

Life on the film set seemed to instantly pull him from the world of financial giants who wielded immense power in global markets back into a microcosm where he had to follow procedures and obey commands.

This shift in identity was not a problem for him; rather, it was a novel and necessary experience.

Today's scene is a classic moment where Wang Xiaojian uses sharp and precise language to make Lu Ran, who was harassing Huang Xiaoxian, feel utterly ashamed.

"Action!"

As the clapperboard fell, Shen Mo's calm and composed aura as a decision-maker instantly vanished, replaced by a slightly hunched back, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and an air of detachment as if it were none of his business.

He pushed up the prop black-rimmed glasses on his face, and his lines came out like a machine gun, his tone calm, yet every word piercing.

Director Teng Huatao, behind the monitor, nodded slightly. Before he could speak, Shen Mo, standing in the center of the scene, raised his hand first, his tone deliberate.

"Director Fujii, excuse me, may I share some thoughts?"

All eyes in the room instantly focused on him.

It's somewhat surprising that a newcomer who brought his own funding to the production dared to raise objections so soon after filming began.

Several staff members exchanged glances, their expressions suggesting amusement.

Shen Mo strode to the monitor, his posture humble but his eyes resolute.

"Director Teng, what was that line Wang Xiaojian said to Lu Ran just now?"

"I feel that if, when I'm speaking, I don't look him directly in the eye, but instead glance him up and down first, and then shake my head with a hint of regret."

"Wouldn't the effect be even better...?" He paused slightly before accurately throwing out a single word.

"More like 'Wang Xiaojian'?"

As he spoke, he naturally hunched his back slightly, pushed up his non-existent glasses, and demonstrated the micro-expression changes of "sizing up - pity - sarcastic remarks".

Teng Huatao, who had been crossing his arms, unconsciously leaned forward, staring at the spot where Shen Mo had just performed, his eyes lighting up.

He quickly replayed the footage, tapping his finger on his knee.

"Tsk!" He let out a short exclamation and slapped his thigh.

"That's the spirit! That kind of deep-seated disdain and harshness is far more sophisticated than just hurling insults! Alright, everyone get ready, let's do another take!"

This time, when Shen Mo delivered his lines in the way he had designed, several crew members who were nearby couldn't help but suppress their laughter, their shoulders shaking.

The results were surprisingly good!

One take.

Watching the filming schedule progress smoothly, the executive director couldn't help but whisper to the person next to him, "This 'President Shen' has some tricks up his sleeve."

Initially, everyone was somewhat polite and distant towards him, the "investor father".

But gradually, I discovered that he was not only approachable, but his suggestions always hit the nail on the head regarding the performance and were highly practical, making the play genuinely more enjoyable, so my attitude quietly changed.

What's even more heartwarming is that his professionalism and efficiency mean that the filming progress is smooth and there are very few instances of repeated takes due to actors' performances, which slows down the wrap-up time.

In a film crew where every second counts, this is more practical than any empty promise.

Soon, the atmosphere during breaks in filming changed drastically.

That day, Shen Mo was sitting alone in the rest area, intently studying the script with his eyes down, when a faint scent of perfume wafted over.

Bai Baihe, holding a thermos and her script, naturally sat down on the folding chair next to him.

Instead of maintaining a safe social distance, she leaned forward slightly, bringing her face closer, so close that Shen Mo could clearly see her eyelashes.

"Shen Mo~" Her voice carried a hint of languor and deliberate intimacy, "What do you think of Huang Xiaoxian's next crying scene? Should I hold back a bit, or would a complete breakdown be more moving?"

She gently placed the script on his open screen, her fingertips lightly brushing the pages, her eyes sparkling with inquiry and a hint of barely perceptible teasing.

"Could you help me rehearse the lines and get a feel for it? I feel like... there's a special chemistry between us."

She discovered that this new actor was not only handsome, but also possessed a maturity and insight beyond his years.

This made her appreciate his professional skills, but also aroused a certain curiosity and interest that comes with being a mature woman.

The moment she leaned closer, Shen Mo leaned back almost imperceptibly, creating a half-palm distance between them, a movement as natural as adjusting his sitting posture.

He didn't look away, but calmly met her gaze, a polite yet distant smile on his lips.

He didn't touch the script book, but instead used his pen to lightly mark the paragraphs he had marked on his script.

"Teacher Bai, you are too modest."

His address was polite and formal, drawing an invisible line.

"The emotional climax of this scene is clearly written in the script. Whether it's restraint or release, with your skill, you certainly won't have any problems."

He acknowledged the other party's professional competence, thus preventing any further contact under the guise of "seeking advice."

Then, he changed the subject, his tone still gentle, but the content carried an undeniable weight.

"Our most important task right now is to work together to make 'Love is Not Blind' a success. This is Director Teng's hard work and also the goal that all of our staff have been striving for during this period of time."

He raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the busy crew members not far away, before finally settling back on Bai Baihe's face. His eyes were clear and firm, even carrying a hint of warning.

"I believe that any personal factors that could potentially affect the final product of the film are something we don't want to see, right?"

"After all, the consequences... may be more troublesome than we imagine."

His words contained not a trace of anger, but were like a cup of warm water, instantly extinguishing the nascent flame of ambiguity that Bai Baihe had just begun to feel.

The fact that he said the words "consequences" and "trouble" in such a calm tone made them seem even more weighty.

She then realized that she had underestimated his status as an investor.

Bai Baihe understood Shen Mo's unspoken meaning—he was not only politely declining her advances, but also reminding her not to cause any unnecessary trouble.

His seemingly calm eyes seemed to see through everything, even carrying a rare and unassailable confidence in this circle.

Her smile froze for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, and she sat up straight, widening the distance between them again.

"Hehe, you're right."

She picked up her thermos and took a sip, trying to hide her brief embarrassment.

"Of course, the movie is the most important. I'll go over there and have a chat with Director Teng."

Watching her departing figure, Shen Mo lowered his head and continued reading the script, as if what had just happened was just an ordinary exchange between colleagues.