A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

After Su Liu and Dilraba returned from their run, the crew members gradually entered the set.

The crackling of walkie-talkies, the footsteps of people carrying equipment, and the shouts of the field staff mingled together.

The scene was even more chaotic than Su Liu had anticipated.

The already cramped film set felt like it was packed with a hundred million people running around. Su Liu watched as a group of men and women with backpacks and cameras around their necks looked around the villa with curious eyes.

He called over a stagehand and, pointing to the group of people, asked, "Who are these people?"

The stagehand was taken aback by the question, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said with a hint of confusion, "I don't know, I've never seen them before. Are they tourists?"

"Tourists?" Su Liu's voice instantly rose. "How could you let tourists in!"

The chaos before him shattered his understanding of the world. Equipment scattered haphazardly, personnel overcrowded—and now, tourists were allowed to walk onto the set! What was going on with this film crew?!

Seeing the middle-aged woman stammering and unable to speak, Su Liu sighed and said to him, "Go and kick them out quickly."

After the stagehand left, Su Liu found Wang Mingfei, the assistant director, who was directing the equipment setup.

"Director Wang," he greeted.

"Hey, Xiao Su, you're here."

Su Liu looked around and said with a grim expression, "This is too chaotic."

Unexpectedly, the other party just chuckled and said, "That's how it is on film sets. You'll get used to it after you've worked on a few more sets."

Su Liu was speechless. If Sister Wenxiu saw this scene, she would probably be furious.

At that moment, he saw a large pile of prop daggers scattered on the ground. These daggers were important symbolic props in the movie, so why were they just lying around on the ground like that!

"Props! Where's the head of the props department?" he shouted.

However, the people around him, busy moving equipment and chatting while smoking, just looked at each other blankly; some even scratched their heads in confusion, and no one responded for a long time. This scene made Su Liu's temples throb!

Seeing this, Wang Mingfei quickly wiped his sweat, grabbed the walkie-talkie on his chest, and shouted, "Props, props. Come over here right away."

A short while later, a woman rushed over.

"Director, what's wrong?" she asked, panting.

Su Liu looked closely and was completely bewildered. He pointed at her, his eyes wide, and said, "Wait a minute, aren't you a stagehand?"

The woman, who appeared to be either a stagehand or a prop master, gave an awkward smile. "I also work as a prop master," she said.

Su Liu scratched his head, completely bewildered by the situation. A production assistant/propsman? What kind of setup was that?! Just then, Chen Zhixi appeared on set. He rushed over to him as if he'd seen a savior.

"Sister Chen! Sister Chen! Something's not right with this film crew!"

"What's wrong?" Chen Zhixi looked at Su Liu with a puzzled expression.

"Looking at the messy surroundings, does it resemble a professional film crew?"

"So what do you think a professional film crew should be like?"

"There has to be a sense of order, right?" Su Liu spread his hands, gesturing around the area. "It's like I, the director, sit in the center, and everyone is like a precise cog in a machine, stuck in their own position. When I give an order, they complete my tasks efficiently and neatly, like an assembly line."

Chen Zhixi shook his head repeatedly as he listened, "What you're saying might be possible in Hollywood, but this is what you see here."

Su Liu couldn't believe it. He thought only his crew was like this. It seemed that all the crews in the Chinese entertainment industry were in this terrible state.

"Are you serious? I just called for props, and a stagehand came over saying she also does props! Is that normal?"

Seeing his indignant expression, Chen Zhixi quickly reminded him, "Don't get involved in this. The more positions they take, the more salary they get. If you stop them from making money, what if they cause trouble? Will the movie still be made?"

"So you mean I'm afraid of them?" Su Liu laughed angrily. "I'm the director, why should I be so humiliated?"

"Actually, what's the difference between us and them?"

"What did you say?"

"This project has several nominal producers and supervisors. For example, your sister Wenxiu took 800,000 yuan just by being listed as a producer. You want to interfere with that too? You can't just allow officials to set fires while forbidding ordinary people from even lighting lamps."

Su Liu opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a long time.

"Alright." Chen Zhixi patted him on the shoulder. "Everyone does it this way, so don't worry about it."

This is why the domestic film industry is always director-centric. Managing such a disorganized film crew effectively is no easy feat for an average person.

The morning's filming went relatively smoothly overall. Su Liu also gave up the idea of ​​personally directing every detail. He sat in the director's chair, monitoring the monitor, and directly instructed the assistant director and director of photography to implement whatever effects he wanted.

Time flew by, and it was soon midnight. Everyone in the crew had been working for 17 hours straight, and they were all exhausted.

In this tense atmosphere, even the slightest mistake can trigger a violent conflict.

The lighting equipment just malfunctioned, and the assistant director kept blaming the lighting technician. The technician, not to be outdone, immediately shifted the blame to the mechanical team, claiming they damaged their equipment while moving it.

The two groups immediately started shoving each other and almost came to blows.

Finally, a group of prop and stagehands went up to stop them, preventing a major accident from happening.

Most of these people were recruited temporarily, each leading their own small clique. Any slight friction between these cliques could ignite a powder keg, ready to erupt into a major conflict at any moment.

Su Liu had been astonished countless times throughout the day. It was truly unbelievable; was the Chinese entertainment industry really producing films and television dramas with such makeshift teams?

After finishing filming that evening, he called An Wenxiu and recounted the absurd things he had seen and experienced on set that day.

As a result, the other party was too busy to listen to his complaints.

He wanted to call Chen Duling again, but suddenly realized it was already very late and he couldn't disturb the top student's sleep.

Just then, a faint knock came at the door.

Su Liu went over and opened the door, only to see Reba standing at the door carrying a bag of snacks.

She waved what she was holding. "Teacher Su, are you hungry?"

"You really have energy in the middle of the night." Su Liu stepped aside to let her in.

"I don't have many scenes today."

Su Liu and Reba sat down on the sofa, opened a bag of potato chips, and started eating them one by one.

It was eerily quiet all around, except for the crunching sound of potato chips being eaten.

I had so much to say, but in this atmosphere, it would be too naive to speak.

Suddenly, their fingers holding the potato chips touched, their eyes met, and they both burst into laughter.