Reborn in the Chinese Entertainment Industry: You're a Director, But You're a Casanova?

Niu Yuehua's heart skipped a beat.

As a reborn individual, he knew all too well the ups and downs this older sister would face online in the future.

His production team absolutely cannot plant such a big landmine, especially since she is not even a landmine.

However, Niu Yuehua didn't show it at all. He put on a warm smile, got out of the car, and went to greet him.

"Director Tian, ​​Professor Xie, Aunt Cui, it's so cold, and I feel terrible that you elders are standing here in this cold wind."

Tian Zhuangzhuang stared at him coldly without saying a word.

Niu Yuehua bowed and scraped as he took the small handbag from Teacher Cui's hand.

Teacher Cui smiled and pointed behind her, "Yuehua, didn't you say you wanted to choose actors with good acting skills? These two are the ones I carefully selected."

"Yao Chen, this girl's professional skills are absolutely outstanding. Dong Xuan, she'll be getting a leading role soon, she's got the makings of a leading lady."

"Oh, by the way, this guy is Yao Chen's boyfriend, Lin Xiaosu. He heard our crew was short-handed, so he volunteered to do odd jobs and get some recognition."

"How could Aunt Cui's choice be wrong? Hello, seniors." Niu Yuehua warmly shook hands with each of them, but his mind was frantically thinking about how to get rid of this big shot.

"Alright, stop flattering me and get in the car, it's freezing." Tian Zhuangzhuang glared at him irritably and led the way into the nearby Golden Cup Bakery.

As everyone squeezed into the carriage, they discovered two beautiful but lifeless girls huddled inside: Tang Yan and Tong Yao.

"Huh? Isn't this a nursery rhyme from the Central Academy of Drama?" Teacher Cui was taken aback. "Yuehua, didn't you say this play wouldn't use anyone from the Central Academy of Drama?"

Niu Yuehua remained expressionless, shifting gears and driving while casually making up stories.

"Aunt Cui, these two are now signed with my company and are my employees. I brought them here not to act, but to serve tea and water to the elders and act as stagehands."

"I just want to show Lu Chuan that the protagonist from the Central Academy of Drama in his movie can only be a waiter for people from the Beijing Film Academy in my movie."

The three professors exchanged glances without speaking, but their eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction.

Tong Yao and Tang Yan in the back row gritted their teeth so hard they didn't dare utter a single fart.

School honors are nothing compared to personal future prospects.

Dong Xuan had put on a particularly exquisite makeup today. After glancing at the script, she took the initiative to speak:

"Director Niu, your film is really good. The whole crew sat and chatted in a living room, and there wasn't even a single outdoor scene with wind and rain. It seems we don't have to work from dawn till dusk."

Yao Chen breathed a sigh of relief and chimed in, "Yes, sitting on the sofa and rehearsing lines feels just as comfortable as being in a rehearsal room."

"Yes, that's right, that's the arrangement during the day," Niu Yuehua replied.

At this moment, Xie Xiaojing spoke up, "Yuehua, what are our filming plans for this weekend?"

"I have two classes next Monday morning, I can't miss them."

"Professor Xie, don't worry, it won't be a delay at all."

"Here's the thing, from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. during the day, we're filming 'Peng Zu.' The teachers sit on the sofas and chat about history in a relaxed manner."

Everyone nodded; it sounded reasonable.

"Then, after we finished eating our boxed lunches at 7 p.m., we turned off the lights and filmed another movie of mine, 'The Comet,' from 8 p.m. to 6 a.m. the next morning."

"This involves a power outage and the eerie atmosphere of the night, so it can only be filmed at night."

The carriage fell into a deathly silence.

Tian Zhuangzhuang's eyes widened suddenly. "What did you say? Film one movie during the day, another at night, working non-stop 24 hours a day? Are you the reincarnation of Zhou Bapi? Didn't we agree to only film one movie?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Zhang Songwen, who had just received two scripts, said tremblingly:

"Director Niu, I'm the lead in both of these films. Don't I even have time to sleep in between?"

"Teacher Zhang, people spend one-third of their lives sleeping, which is such a waste of life." Niu Yuehua launched a barrage of moral blackmail.

"Teachers, do you think I wanted to endure this? It's all because of Lu Chuan." Niu Yuehua said, tears streaming down his face.

"Lu Chuan brought up his father's name, and now none of the film studios and equipment rental companies in the industry dare to take my jobs."

"I begged and pleaded with everyone I knew to get this run-down villa, and I can only borrow it for two days."

"Lu Chuan said outside that our directing department couldn't make films with literary depth, so I insisted on using the most rudimentary environment."

"I want him to know that as long as the teachers and students of Beijing Film Academy unite, no matter where we are, we can create a masterpiece that will go down in history in the shortest amount of time."

Niu Yuehua stared at Tian Zhuangzhuang and Xie Xiaojing through the rearview mirror.

"Professors, this is a battle to defend the dignity of the directing department!"

"If we had filmed it step by step, we would have been drowned in Lu Chuan's spittle long ago."

The accusation of protecting the directing department effectively silenced the resentment in the train carriage.

Although Tian Zhuangzhuang was furious, she could only swallow her curses and let out a cold snort when she thought of Lu Chuan's smug face and his arrogant expression at the literature department meeting.

"You better pray that your script is as amazing as you make it out to be, or you can go back to your theater and perform stand-up comedy."

Yao Chen and Dong Xuan exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of shock in each other's eyes. This freshman's approach was too unconventional.

The van made frequent stops along the way, following the trail left by Director Niu, and finally arrived at Mr. Zhao's villa.

It was still a bit chilly in Beijing in early March, and the villa didn't have heating, so it was quite cold.

The production crew members who had been extorted from the Tianlong production team were smoking cigarettes with menacing expressions on their faces.

"Alright, stop smoking and get to work." Niu Yuehua jumped out of the car and signaled to start work.

The group entered the lobby on the first floor of the villa.

"We won't officially film tonight. Let's go through a run-through first to get a feel for the situation and adjust our mindset."

"Senior Sister Yao Chen, let's try this scene first. It's the key scene in 'Comet' where everyone discovers the parallel universe after the power outage."

Yao Chen took the few pages of paper from him, and her eyes immediately changed. Although she wasn't famous yet, her formal training was on full display.

"Lighting technician, turn off the power. Put some candles on the props. 3, 2, 1, action!"

Yao Chen quickly composed herself, her face filled with fear and suspicion.

"There's one of us in that house outside. What if they decide to come and kill us?"

Her lines were suppressed in her throat, carrying a chilling tremor. Her micro-expressions were also perfectly controlled, pushing the tension of facing the unknown fear to its extreme.

Zhang Songwen, who was originally quite calm, was so shocked by her that he almost couldn't keep up with his lines.

"Okay, stop!" Niu Yuehua shouted.

Teacher Cui looked at Tian Zhuangzhuang from the side and asked, "Old Tian, ​​how's my student?"

"His delivery of lines and his emotional intensity are absolutely amazing!"

Tian Zhuangzhuang nodded. "He's a promising talent, with explosive potential and great depth."

Yao Chen wore a humble yet confident smile, knowing that her performance just now was absolutely perfect.

A minor character, but handled skillfully.

However, Niu Yuehua walked up to Yao Chen.

"Senior, your performance was perfect; it was textbook-level emotional tension."

Just as Yao Chen felt a surge of secret joy, Niu Yuehua's words poured over him like a bucket of ice water.

"But I can't use you."