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

"Director Liu, this is against the rules." Xie Xiaojing was the first to stand up, ready to get angry.

Given their relationship, the first person to speak up would at least provide an explanation to both parties, no matter what.

"Professor Xie, the rules are for big-name directors. We're just a makeshift team right now." Liu Yuehua didn't even respond.

"Since it's already dark, let's not waste any more time. I've prepared a midnight snack." He turned to the lighting technician. "Prepare to cut off the power to the whole place. Light the candles. 'Comet' is now in production."

No one was given a chance to protest; the regime ruled the entire production crew with its power.

"Senior Brother Lin!" Liu Yuehua called out in the darkness!

Lin Xiaosu, who had just been tricked into staying, stood up straight as if by reflex.

"The power's out now, and there might be a serial killer outside. Go and guard the gate like a madman. If anyone dares to come near, fight them with all your might!"

Lin Xiaosu was single-minded; before his mind could even process what was happening, his body had already faithfully carried out the director's orders, glaring fiercely at Zhang Songwen who was trying to approach.

Zhang Songwen was so frightened by this raw, untamed energy that he instinctively took two steps back. This was precisely the most genuine reaction of a frail scholar when faced with primitive violence.

"Okay, get the camera on." Liu Yuehua personally carried the camera and weaved through the crowd.

After midnight, in the confinement, cold, hunger, and deliberate provocation of suspicion, the actors' mental state was pushed to the limit.

When Dong Xuan shed tears of despair on camera, "Cut! Night shoot wrapped, you can rest now."

Liu Yuehua brought in the prepared late-night snacks and fruit from outside the wall. "Have something to eat and get ready to rest."

"Only after eating and drinking well and getting a good night's sleep will you have the energy to film the daytime scenes."

Tian Zhuangzhuang was a little surprised. "Weren't you treating us like donkeys? Planning to work 24/7? Why are you letting us sleep?"

"How could that be? You are all the most valuable assets of the Beijing Film Academy. You can pass easily. There's no need for you to stay up all night filming." Liu Yuehua casually flattered him.

Teacher Cui nodded in satisfaction.

The simplest psychological method to soothe a child, through the contrast between prior and subsequent perceptions and the gap between expectations, successfully won over the public's favor.

He never intended for everyone to stay up all night; he just lied beforehand.

Feeling the gratitude of everyone, Liu Yuehua smiled with satisfaction.

Dong Xuan leaned closer to take a look, and her eyes widened in astonishment.

The bag contained beautifully packaged double-portion lunch boxes, totaling more than 20 servings, and underneath was a whole box of imported cherries.

"My God, what a treatment!" Tong Yao swallowed hard, looking at Liu Yuehua with great confusion in her big eyes.

Tian Zhuangzhuang and Xie Xiaojing were also stunned.

They thought this stingy kid would at most prepare instant noodles for them to make themselves, but they didn't expect the food to be so poor.

When Zhang Yimou was filming "Hero," Li Lianjie didn't even receive this kind of treatment, right?

Seeing everyone's reaction, Liu Yuehua immediately put on a pained expression with slightly red eyes, and even Teacher Cui didn't notice his pretense.

"Dear teachers, senior brothers and sisters," Liu Yuehua said with a sorrowful tone, "I know it was wrong of me to lock you all up here. I'm not human, I'm a bastard, but this is all the budget the crew has left."

"I used all the money I originally planned to use to rent equipment. I found the best restaurant in Beijing and ordered the most expensive boxed meals to ensure that everyone had enough nutrition while filming under the most extreme conditions."

With red eyes, Liu Yuehua shoved a lunchbox into Zhang Songwen's hand.

"Teacher Zhang, please eat a couple more pieces of meat. For the sake of art, I'm happy to spend this money."

Zhang Songwen was so moved that his hands were trembling. "Director Liu, you've gone through so much. I'll do my best to act this role well for you."

Looking at the imported cherries in her hand, Tian Zhuangzhuang felt too embarrassed to curse anymore.

"You've got a conscience, kid. Let's finish eating and then film another proper take."

The entire crew was moved to tears, and even the production assistants enjoyed this top-notch food treatment.

The crowd channeled their grief into their appetite and their fighting spirit soared.

Liu Yuehua sneered inwardly, "Spend my ass!"

These were all provided and delivered free of charge by the business owners on the commercial street, as a way of thanking me for boosting their business by taking pictures of GG. I didn't pay a single penny.

Tang Yan was eating a boxed lunch that tasted somewhat familiar. She was about to say something when Tong Yao quickly pulled her back.

After a good meal and a good night's sleep, everyone was energized and full of vitality.

The daytime filming of "Peng Zu" went even more smoothly. The old professors, who were indebted to the filmmakers and had an inherent academic arrogance, made their debate scenes on the sofa seem natural and they got it in one take.

Finally, after two days and two nights of relentless pressure and exploitation by Liu Yuehua, all the footage for both films was completed.

After checking, Liu Yuehua finally clapped his hands and shouted that it was over.

Tian Zhuangzhuang pointed at his nose, "Open the door now and let me go back to school to sleep."

Liu Yuehua walked to the gate with a smile, took a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door.

Zhang Songwen was stunned. "Director Liu, didn't you throw the keys into the bushes that night?"

Liu Yuehua looked at him like he was an idiot: "I just threw away a screw that I picked up from the ground. Anyway, you can't see it clearly at night."

"If I really threw the key away, I'd have to spend 50 yuan to hire a locksmith to break in, and then pay him 200 yuan for round-trip transportation. Do you think I'm crazy?"

After a moment of silence, the entire audience fell silent.

"Liu Yuehua, I'll fuck your grandpa!" Tian Zhuangzhuang roared deafeningly.

If Xie Xiaojing hadn't desperately stopped him, the old man would have torn this beast to pieces on the spot.

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A week later, at the Beijing Film Academy's CapCut studio.

After watching the finished films, Lao Tian and Lao Xie, although they hated Liu Yuehua to the core, had to admit that the films were indeed well made.

"Peng Zu" showcases the depth of the script and the historical heritage of Chinese culture, while "Comet" embodies hardcore physical logic and the realism of a pseudo-documentary brought by a handheld camera.

Just as Liu Yuehua was preparing to take the mother tape to China Film Group to discuss its distribution, Liu Xiaoli called.

"Yuehua, I have bad news." Liu Xiaoli's voice was filled with despair.

"What's wrong, Auntie? Did Big Beard Zhang reject you?"

"It's not about Tianlong. I contacted the screening manager yesterday, but this morning all the major cinema chains gave the same answer: they refused to accept our film."

The smile on Liu Yuehua's face disappeared.

Liu Xiaoli continued, "It is said that Lu Chuan's father personally intervened, saying that 'Peng Zu' promotes feudal superstition and bizarre phenomena. 'Comet' is a fabricated pseudoscience, and the imperial edict was blocked."

"He also said that unless you personally go to his company, kneel down and offer tea, and admit that you are inferior to him, these two films will never be shown in mainland cinemas for even a second."

"Should we call your master and get in touch?"

"It's alright, Aunt Liu. You should stay and help Qianqian with the script. I can handle this little thing. My master doesn't need to get involved with such a petty person. He's gone out for a walk with the master, so there's no need to trouble him with this."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Xiaojing looked at Liu Yuehua curiously, "What's wrong, Yuehua? Zhang Dahuzi? You're still in contact with his film crew?"

"Want to grab a bite together? He's also an alumnus of our Beijing Film Academy."

Liu Yuehua quickly adjusted his expression, smiled at Xie Xiaojing, and said, "It's alright, Professor Xie, I can handle it."

He packed his mother's bag and went out, then sent Liu Xiaoli a text message: "Book me a ticket to Hong Kong."

Children complain to their parents; adults solve problems on their own.