Huayu02 started by making films.

"So you're not planning to release it? Marketing and post-production both cost money," Han Shanping pressed.

Jiang Wen chimed in from the side, "Xiao Yi, the main reason I came here this time is to indulge my acting passion...hehe..."

Han Yi was too embarrassed to point it out, thinking to himself: "If you, Jiang Wen, want to act, just say so, and scripts will pile up like mountains. You just want to come to my film crew and indulge your directorial fantasies, don't you?"

He looked at the two of them and casually said, "Senior brother, I understand what you mean, but it really won't work. This is just a small film set, with seven or eight guns, not enough for you to command. But what I don't understand the most is—"

Han Yi abruptly changed the subject, his gaze fixed directly on Han Shanping, unyielding: "How did my humble abode manage to attract such a great figure as you, President Han?"

After saying that, he looked at the two of them with a grin. The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

After a moment, Han Shanping spoke first: "Han Yi, I won't beat around the bush. I've seen your movie script at the Film Bureau, and it doesn't seem very realistic. Are you copying Wang Xiaoshuai and his group?"

Great, the ball is back in our court now.

Han Yi thought for a moment and replied, "You can't hide it from President Han, you guessed right."

Jiang Wen nearly dropped his cigarette, thinking, "Damn, are all graduates of the Beijing Film Academy this stubborn?"

Seeing that the two remained silent for a while, Han Yi took out his laptop and inserted the memory card from the video he had filmed in Anxia Village last time.

A video started playing in front of the two of them.

……

A moment later, Jiang Wen was the first to react: "Is this real? Where was it filmed?"

Han Yi nodded.

Han Shanping asked, "Your movies... are they based on this?"

"It's even worse than that."

"Well done! This kind of thing should be made into a movie and preserved!" Jiang Wen, who has a fiery temper, slammed his fist on the table and gritted his teeth.

Han Shanping pondered for a moment: "So what are your plans after you finish filming?"

"The film was sent to Venice at the same time as the formal report was submitted..." Han Yi finished speaking in one breath.

"Why not report it now?"

"It's been so many years, do you think it's still useful?" Han Yi said helplessly.

The three sat in silence for a long time until the afternoon filming time was approaching.

Han Yi put away the memory card and said to the two of them, "I've told you the truth. What you do is your business. I'm not forcing you not to report me, I just hope you can give me a little more time."

After saying that, he turned around and began filming in the afternoon.

On set in the afternoon, Han Yi switched to tyrant mode:

"Fan Xiaopang! You're playing a girl who grew up in the countryside, why are you staring with those big eyes? Relax!"

"No, start over! Makeup artist. Her hands need to be treated too! How can someone who's done farm work since childhood have such fair and delicate hands?"

"Jiang Wu! You're a bachelor who hasn't been with a woman in over thirty years. Your reaction to a woman is off! You should be a little timid, yet unable to resist stealing glances!"

"Script supervisor, the lighting is too harsh! Add another layer of diffuser!"

"Gao Qiang, don't be nervous! Haven't you ever seen a pretty girl before? The camera's practically shoved in Fan Xiaopang's face!"

The crew didn't wrap up until 7 p.m.

Han Yi was about to call Han Shanping and Jiang Wen for dinner when he saw the two of them walk out of the room one after the other.

Jiang Wen spoke first: "Han Yi, your film is meaningful. If you encounter any difficulties, feel free to come to me."

Han Shanping walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "I'll take care of things with the Film Bureau. You just focus on making your film. When you submit the report later, include me in the list."

Han Yi was somewhat bewildered by this sudden statement: "Senior brother, President Han, what's going on...?"

The two said in unison, "It means we support you."

"That's exactly what you mean."

Han Yi understood immediately and felt relieved. He smiled and said, "With the two of you here, plus the teachers from the school, I feel much more confident."

The three of them looked at each other and smiled.

During dinner, Han Yi wanted the two of them to stay in the village for the night before leaving, but Jiang Wen had received a phone call in the afternoon and was restless throughout the meal.

Only after asking did they learn that something had happened with his ex-girlfriend. Han Shanping had already called a driver, and the two of them had to rush back to Beijing that night.

Han Yi could only watch the two get into the car in the darkness.

Before getting into the car, Han Yi mentioned his plans for the next film to Han Shanping, who readily agreed.

……

As the days went by, the crew of "Selaginella" gradually got on track. Jiang Wu and Fan Xiaopang also gradually immersed themselves in their respective roles.

July 15th arrived in the blink of an eye.

That morning, the film crew was shooting Fan Xiaopang's last scene at the foot of the mountain in Shexian County: running.

Han Yi instructed her in front of the bread truck: "When the clapperboard starts rolling, run up the mountain. I want you to run with the feeling of surviving a disaster, like the sun has come out after the rain."

But when you reach the summit and see mountain after mountain range before you, your expression must instantly switch to despair, while your eyes, though blank, must still reveal a faint glimmer of hope.

"Could I try running a few times first? I want to get a feel for what it's like to have lead in my legs."

"sure."

Han Yi was very satisfied with Fan Xiaopang's serious attitude.

Makeup and hair are done, and the camera slider is in place. The final scenes in this mountain village are about to begin.

"Three, two, one—run!"

At Han Yi's command, the camera immediately moved forward, its lens closely following Fan Xiaopang running ahead. Side cameras and Du Zhe's DV camera were all aimed at her pale face.

"Try it again, from a different angle!" Han Yi shouted through the megaphone.

"This one won't work. Fan Xiaopang, remember this: put yourself in the shoes of someone who used to bully you on set. Think about that mistress who said you could only play maids your whole life, and you refused to believe it. You had to prove you could play a princess, you had to play an empress!"

After a few injections of "stimulant," Fan Xiaopang's previously panting chest lifted again. Fine beads of sweat clung to her face as the makeup artist touched up her makeup, and she mumbled, "I understand, Han Yi!"

"Great, let's do one more take!"

"Three, two, one, ready—"

Fan Xiaopang recalled the character "Shanju" from the script: "A life of misery, disliked by her parents, forced to drop out of school early to work, trafficked, assaulted, and forced to become pregnant... How similar this is to my own experiences since my debut."

The injustice of being told by the original author that she would be "destined to be a maid for life" while on the set of "Pi Yanzi Searches for Her Wild Father," the disdain from Hong Kong and Taiwan staff, and the embarrassment of being treated like a sex symbol all rushed back to mind at this moment.

Thinking of these things, her eyes reddened slightly, and tears welled up in them.

Han Yi noticed the change in her emotions but did not interrupt.

This is a hurdle she must overcome. If she can get through it, the future will be bright; if she can't, she'll only be able to go back to being a decorative vase.

This industry is equally cruel to both men and women. It may seem like there's a long road ahead, but often there's no road at all, it's all dry land.

Han Yi raised the megaphone, looked up at the sky—the sun hadn't yet reached its zenith. He quickly visualized the moment in his mind, finding the perfect light, and shouted:

"run--!"

……

Does Fan Bingbing have acting skills? That's a Schrödinger question.

It depends on who she's compared to. The public is always first attracted to her stunningly beautiful face, and her acting skills become secondary.

Most people are probably thinking, "Wow, she's practically a reincarnation of Daji! Or: She's so stunningly beautiful, I wonder..."

After filming the last set of shots, everyone returned to the village.