You call Final Destination a safety education film?

The first day of screenings has ended.

The crowd slowly dispersed towards the entrance of the exhibition hall, the noisy conversations gradually subsided, and the screening room became quiet and empty again.

The renowned directors and industry guests who had come from outside the school left one after another, and the media reporters who came to cover the event also packed up their camera equipment and walked out one after another.

In a dark corner near the fire exit, two figures quietly gathered away from the crowd.

One of them was Wu Helin, and the other, a chubby man in a brown suit and gold-rimmed glasses, was the project manager of a well-known film and television media company.

Did you bring the script I asked you to collect?

Wu Helin cautiously scanned his surroundings to make sure no one else was there, then asked in a low voice.

"Here you go." The fat man pulled a USB drive and a thick stack of printed scripts from his briefcase, the ink still smelling of freshly printed ink.

Wu Helin glanced at the original author's name on the script: "It's Chen Bi again?"

"Why bother with all that? The source is exactly the same as our previous cooperation channels." The fat man pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone casual. "This guy is nobody with no connections or background, no need to delve into his identity."

Wu Helin, who was looking through the printed copy of the script, did not notice that the fat man's eyes darted away when he pushed up his glasses.

"That's true."

Wu Helin nodded in agreement, glanced at the printed manuscript, and confirmed that it was the "Bi-style" script he wanted.

The so-called "Bi style" refers to Bi Lao's gradually solidified creative style over the years.

That is, the narrative is mild and stable, the points of conflict are weakened, and controversial and sensitive content is avoided throughout.

Films shot in this way have a stable reputation and low risk, conforming to mainstream aesthetics while avoiding easy failures.

Wu Helin casually closed the script, looked up at the fat man opposite him: "The stuff is fine, the follow-up process will proceed as usual."

"By the way, there's something I've been wanting to ask you," the fat man said casually, closing his briefcase. "With your abilities, you could easily write a script like this, so why bother collecting other people's scripts?"

Wu Helin was once hailed as "the best screenwriter who can direct, and the best director who can write scripts," which is why he was taken in as a disciple by Bi Fujian and given special training.

"You can write it, but there's no need," Wu Helin replied with a disdainful smile. "With that free time, you might as well find a few junior girls to discuss life with."

"You really know how to enjoy yourself."

The two of them smiled knowingly.

When this topic was brought up, Wu Helin immediately became interested.

"My reputation for being a womanizer has long been known throughout the circle. Those who still actively seek to get close to me are all scheming," Wu Helin said slowly, taking out a cigarette from his pocket. "Since everyone has their own agenda, let's be straightforward and talk about interests, not sincerity."

"Transparent".

The fat man smiled and nodded in agreement, then leaned over to Wu Helin to light his cigarette.

"The key point is that these kinds of girls are the most adventurous. As long as you can fulfill their wishes, they'll make any request, especially dance majors, they're simply..."

The two chuckled, revealing a knowing smile.

"Aren't you afraid someone will...?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" Wu Helin scoffed. "What do I have to be afraid of?"

"Report me? The positions I arranged for them all absolutely met the team's recruitment requirements. No one can find fault with me on this point." Wu Helin exhaled a puff of smoke. "There are quite a few people who meet the requirements. Naturally, whoever is willing to put in a little more effort, I'll give them the opportunity. They should be thanking me for giving them the chance."

In a dark, deserted corner, the two men smoked cigarettes. As the smoke rings slowly dissipated, the surroundings were gradually enveloped in smoke, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of smoke.

"Are you planning to use this script to direct Mr. Bi's new movie?"

"Um."

"Can a script of this quality even pass the review?"

"That depends on who suggested it." Amidst the swirling smoke, Wu Helin smiled confidently. "No one understands Bi Lao's filming style better than me."

The implication is that no one dares to question the script proposed by Bi in front of him, because that would mean publicly contradicting the "Bi-style" approach.

A few days later was the initial story concept meeting, where a preliminary story outline would be determined. It was also the perfect opportunity for Wu Helin to present the script.

Everything is ready, except for the final push.

Amidst the swirling smoke, the fat man's gaze was unreadable.

……

Bi Lao Studio.

The studio is decorated in a simple and rustic style, with soft ceiling lighting and a quiet room with only a slight hum from the projector.

On a large screen against one wall, project materials selected by Assistant Zhang are being played continuously.

Mr. Bi silently watched the flashing images on the screen, his fingers rhythmically tapping lightly on the table.

The camera work is slow and gentle, creating a relaxed and soothing atmosphere. There are no intense confrontations or tense and thrilling scenes; all the plot points transition smoothly.

These are video materials that he specifically asked his assistant to select, perfectly matching his consistent creative style.

Theoretically, he should find this content pleasing to the eye, but right now he just feels a little awkward.

Old Bi frowned, and that familiar sense of emptiness welled up again, causing him to gradually fall into deep thought.

When he first experienced this sense of emptiness, Bi believed it was due to his own lack of ability leading to a psychological imbalance. After several attempts, he decided to switch to making documentaries, trying to use new techniques to improve his abilities and break through the predicament.

His lens is now more refined and his technique more skillful, far surpassing his earlier work, yet that feeling still lingers.

A sense of frustration welled up in Mr. Bi's heart. He slowly closed his eyes and leaned back quietly in his chair.

There was a light knock at the door, and Assistant Zhang came in, casually placing a thick brown paper bag on the desk: "Mr. Bi, Xinghan Culture just sent over a script."

Old Bi opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

He has always had his own team create and polish the scripts for his films, and he has rejected countless scripts from investors over the years, a fact that is well known in the industry.

Of course, nothing is absolute. He has broken the rules a few times in his life, but those were all excellent scripts of extremely high quality and whose core was completely in line with his creative philosophy.

Mr. Bi casually weighed the brown paper bag in his hand; it was quite heavy. He opened the bag, and a stack of brand-new printed scripts slid out from it.

"Jurassic Park?"

Mr. Bi murmured the title of the script, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

He has a wide range of interests, including prehistoric times and paleontology. Although there are many short films with related content in the industry, no one has ever combined them with the theme of "park".

Thinking of this, Mr. Bi suddenly became interested.