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The entire conference room was deathly silent.

The humming sound of the exhaust fan was particularly clear at this moment.

The investors' representatives looked at each other, their eyes filled with undisguised shock.

The bald man sitting on the left, holding a thermos, had his hand still in mid-air, the lid not yet screwed on, and was just staring blankly at Ye Wanxing.

The man with glasses, who had been leaning back in his chair, now sat up straight without even picking up the pen that had fallen on the table.

They're sitting here today, originally intending to find an excuse to replace the person.

In their preconceived notions, Ye Wanxing was just a pretty face who relied on her looks and was easily blown away by the wind.

People who couldn't even read two sentences in a coherent way before were completely stunned by this two-minute-long monologue delivered with full energy and without any pauses or breathing errors.

This is completely different from the previous "Lin Daiyu" who was panting softly.

Sister Hui, who was standing to the side and behind, was completely dumbfounded.

She knew Ye Wanxing's physical condition better than anyone else.

I often suffer from hypoglycemia due to hunger, and I feel tired even after speaking a few words. I also experience chest tightness and shortness of breath if I raise my voice even slightly.

But today, the voice not only didn't waver, but even the last note had a powerful, downward-slamming force.

Sister Hui stared blankly at Ye Wanxing's straight back, wondering what kind of magic pill this girl had taken to be able to unleash such confidence.

Director Zhang sat in the main seat, staring intently at Ye Wanxing.

After a good ten seconds, Director Zhang suddenly shoved the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray on the table, and finally showed the first smile since he entered the room on his tense face.

"it is good."

Director Zhang uttered a single word, leaned forward, and clapped his hands twice forcefully.

"That's exactly the kind of confidence we need—the ability to go into battle at any time!"

Director Zhang's eyes were full of admiration. He pointed at Ye Wanxing and said, "If you had shown this kind of attitude earlier, would I have been able to get angry before?"

Upon hearing this, Sister Hui's heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly dropped back into her stomach. She let out a long sigh of relief, her back soaked with cold sweat.

"Director Zhang, about the role of Xing that night..." Sister Hui quickly followed up, wanting to strike while the iron was hot, "Can we proceed with the contract as originally planned?"

"Wait a minute."

A voice, neither too loud nor too soft, suddenly rang out in the conference room.

The bespectacled representative from the investment company raised his hand, interrupting Sister Hui.

He pushed up the frames of his glasses and his gaze fell on Ye Wanxing again.

"The dialogue was indeed excellent, and the emotions were spot-on. I agree with that."

The bespectacled man glanced around at the other representatives and continued:

"However, judging from Teacher Ye's acting style in recent years, he has mostly taken on purely dramatic roles that don't require much physical action. He probably rarely even does wire work, right?"

The bespectacled man leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table. "But Director Zhang, only 30% of our film is dialogue. The remaining 70% is all real martial arts and horse battles."

He sneered and continued to press: "The female lead in our film has to wear real armor weighing over ten kilograms and fly through the air while suspended by wires! This requires real physical strength and core power."

Hearing this, Sister Hui's heart tightened, and she quickly interjected with a smile:

"Mr. Li, please rest assured. We have professional stunt doubles for the high-difficulty action scenes. Wanxing will mainly be responsible for the dialogue scenes and facial expressions in close-ups. Dangerous stunts will be handled by stunt doubles, so it will definitely not delay the filming schedule..."

"substitute?"

Director Zhang, who was standing to the side, suddenly snorted coldly and stubbed out the half-lit cigarette in his hand in the ashtray.

"I, Zhang Weiguo, have been making historical dramas for decades. When have I ever relied on a stunt double to fool the audience?"

Director Zhang's voice suddenly rose, revealing a forceful tone, "For the command platform and the battle formation scenes in this film, I want them all to be long, continuous takes, with the camera shoved in her face and following her every move! You want her to use a stunt double? Do you expect me to film her back and then sell it to the cinema to make money?"

Sister Hui was speechless after being scolded, and the smile on her face instantly froze.

Seeing this, the bespectacled man added the final blow: "Even if we take a step back and don't need Teacher Ye to do somersaults, just wearing that set of real iron armor weighing over ten kilograms and standing all day on set is extremely physically demanding."

The bespectacled man stared sharply at Ye Wanxing: "Teacher Ye, in recent years, your acting roles have mostly been dramatic scenes that don't require much physical action."

The atmosphere in the meeting room had just eased up a little when it instantly plummeted to freezing point again.

Sister Hui's palms were sweaty, and her face turned pale. She knew that with the investors and director having made their position clear, mere verbal assurances were no longer enough.

"Mr. Li, Wanxing has a dedicated fitness coach, and they've been working on building up their physical fitness lately..." Sister Hui forced a weak explanation.

"Seeing is believing." The bespectacled man ignored these platitudes and turned to look at Director Zhang directly.

"Director Zhang, isn't martial arts instructor Lao Wang also in the dressing room next door with Zhao Siqi today?"

"Have him come over. Since Teacher Ye said he's in good shape today, we don't need a stunt double. Let's do a short action scene right here. Just to see his basic foundation and coordination."

Director Zhang listened and did not object.

Although he was satisfied with Ye Wanxing's lines, the investors' concerns were also his biggest practical worry. If the actors' physical stamina couldn't keep up, long takes couldn't be filmed.

"Go and call Lao Wang over," Director Zhang instructed his assistant behind him.

Sister Hui was so anxious that sweat was pouring down her forehead.

She quietly tugged at Ye Wanxing's sleeve and said anxiously in a low voice, "Wanxing, please don't force yourself later. If you really can't, just pretend to be okay. Just don't fall to the ground, or everything will be over."

Ye Wanxing did not look at Sister Hui.

She stood quietly in place, sensing the state within her body.

In the past, when she encountered such emergencies, as soon as she got nervous, her stomach would start to spasm and cramp uncontrollably, followed by dizziness and weakness in her limbs.

But now, that stomach that always aches is surprisingly calm.

That bowl of minced meat stuffed tofu and clear broth beef brisket noodles seemed to be continuously supplying her body with energy.

Less than two minutes later, Lao Wang, the martial arts director of the film crew, walked in.

He was carrying a red-tasseled spear, a prop often used by film crews.

This isn't one of those flimsy plastic rods; it's a solid ash rod. Although the tip isn't sharpened, it's quite heavy.

"Old Wang, teach her a basic combat move and let her try it out." Director Zhang pointed at Ye Wanxing.

Old Wang walked to the center of the open space.

"Teacher Ye, the weapon used by the female general in this play is a spear. You don't need to practice any routines, just try out a counterattack move from the script."

Old Wang, holding the spear, demonstrated it with crisp and clean movements.