In the entertainment industry, the silly system claims it's the immortal realm.

Chapter 96 Bingbing VS Yuanyuan: A Battleground

Filming is both incredibly fun and incredibly tedious.

It all depends on how you view the job you're doing.

Wei Yi sat behind the monitor, holding a cup of iced coffee that had gone cold, staring at the footage playing back on the screen.

This is the first film he has seriously directed abroad.

The last time I filmed "One Shot," I was surrounded by a bunch of big shots.

Tian Erzhuang kept a close eye on things from start to finish, Xie Xiaojin visited the set every few days, Mu Deyuan personally operated the camera, Liu Yibing helped revise the script, Han Sanping was dragged in for a cameo role, Zhang Li called every few days to ask about the progress, and even Zhang Huijun came to the set to show his support.

He didn't say it at the time, but he knew very well in his heart:

The fact that the film was able to be shot so smoothly is at most due to my own contribution of 40%.

The remaining 60 points were all thanks to those old guys supporting them.

Now that we're abroad, the teachers can't come with us.

From storyboarding to directing, from casting to post-production, he had to make all the decisions himself.

However, after filming for a few days, the vague tension that had been weighing on my heart gradually dissipated.

The reason is simple: the script is good, and the actors are all good.

Liang Jiahui, just by standing there, is the epitome of a middle-aged Qin Feng; Wang Baoqiang, even when he runs and falls, doesn't utter a sound.

The entire crew, from cinematographers to lighting technicians to production assistants, were all affiliated with the Beijing Film Academy; none of them were as famous as him.

In addition, his status as the heir of the Beijing Film Academy carries weight, so there's no need to utter the words "disqualification from the sect."

The mere existence of the Beijing Film Academy is enough to make all its members honest and diligent.

After a few days of adjustment, each department began to gradually get into the swing of things.

Occasionally, minor problems would occur, but they were all unintentional mistakes, and no one dared to cause trouble under his watchful eye.

The production team quickly shifted from initial stumbling blocks to a deeper collaboration between the director and actors.

After receiving the script, each actor had a different understanding of their role and the entire play.

The purpose of a director is to bring these differing interpretations to the same level and tune them to the same pitch.

It's easy in some ways, but not in others. He has the original version in his mind as a reference, and he knows exactly what effect each scene should have. When he makes demands on the actors, he is specific and detailed, and doesn't talk nonsense.

It's not easy, not every actor can understand it immediately.

Fortunately, he can still cheat.

[Host detected actively activating the "Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Soul-Capturing Puppet Control Technique". Current number of mortal puppets within range: seven. Spiritual energy consumption: 2 points/hour. Remaining spiritual energy: 557.]

An invisible wave spread out, and in the system's vision, the gray mist above Liang Jiahui's head, representing "misunderstanding of the character," dissipated at a visible speed, and the red light on Wang Baoqiang's body, representing "unstable comedic rhythm," gradually turned into a soft green.

Wei Yi, without changing his expression, picked up his iced coffee, took another sip, and nodded to the script supervisor next to him: "Next take."

In ten days, filming for the first scene was nearing completion.

The next stop was another rented location to film scenes in the police station.

Another group of people—Huang Xiaoming as Huang Landeng, Wu Mengda as Kuntai, and Chow Yun-fat as a guest star as a Chinese gangster boss—should also make their appearance.

On that very day, Gao Yuanyuan flew over.

She has a role in the next scene.

She plays the female owner of an antique shop, a character named Feng Rui.

Wei Yi was so busy that he couldn't get away, so he arranged for the crew's driver to pick her up from the airport.

When Gao Yuanyuan arrived at the set, the first thing she saw was Fan Binbin standing behind Wei Yi, holding a large stainless steel kettle in both hands, looking like a little assistant or secretary.

The crew is filming the last few scenes of the day.

It wasn't too difficult, there was plenty of time, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.

Gao Yuanyuan didn't say anything and silently walked behind Wei Yi.

Fan Binbin turned his head to look at him.

Gao Yuanyuan also glanced at her.

The two stared at each other for less than a second before Fan Xiaopang smiled and reached out to Gao Yuanyuan, saying, "Hello, Yuanyuan, you've come over here."

"Bingbing, hello there. Yes, I just got off the plane." Gao Yuanyuan also politely extended her hand, and the two fair and slender hands were clasped together.

Instantly separate.

"He's very focused when he's filming, let's not disturb him," Fan Xiaopang immediately whispered.

Gao Yuanyuan nodded and obediently remained silent, standing behind Wei Yi with Fan Xiaopang.

This caused many people on set to cast their gazes in surprise.

These two are both incredibly beautiful and have impeccable manners.

More importantly, apart from a few locals, most people in the crew knew that the relationship between these two and the director was not simple.

Now the two of them have actually appeared in the same place, and Wei Yi is still here.

This just makes you want to watch the show.

Wei Yi had actually noticed it earlier, but he insisted on waiting until the shot was finished before standing up from in front of the monitor.

He turned his head to look, then pretended to be surprised and turned back to look at Gao Yuanyuan, a smile immediately appearing on his face.

"You're here? You must be exhausted. You can go back to the hotel and rest first; you have your scenes tomorrow."

As he spoke, he opened his arms and hugged her without any hesitation.

Gao Yuanyuan smiled and was hugged by him. The corners of her eyes curved perfectly. "I'm not tired. I want to see you filming. You go ahead with your work and don't worry about me."

"Okay! Let's talk after we're done filming."

After saying that, Wei Yizhen turned around and went to do other things.

The production assistant called to him to confirm the upcoming filming, but he walked over without turning his head.

Behind the director's chair, two women stood less than two meters apart.

Fan Binbin turned his head and glanced at her again.

Gao Yuanyuan didn't avoid her gaze and met her eyes.

"It must have been tiring flying here, right?"

Fan Binbin spoke first, her tone as indifferent as if she were asking what was served in the cafeteria today.

Gao Yuanyuan answered casually, "It's alright. We actors are always rushing around, aren't we?"

"You—" Fan Xiaopang gritted her teeth. She hadn't expected this woman to be so cunning.

This woman couldn't possibly be unaware of her relationship with Wei Yi within the industry.

Knowing this, she could still get involved with him, and she was right in front of him right now.

They still dare to come over, and they even act so calm.

Taking a deep breath, Fan Xiaopang spoke again, "What's your relationship with him?"

Unexpectedly, Gao Yuanyuan didn't answer. Instead, she asked the same question as her, "Before answering this question, I also want to know, Bingbing, what is your relationship with him? Is it really like the rumors in the industry, that you are wholeheartedly his lover?"

I'm so hot!

Fan Xiaopang was shocked.

She hadn't expected that this woman's casual strike would cause such high damage.

Even more outrageous is...

This woman can say such things in an innocent, aloof, and artistic tone.

He's always boasted about his high skill level.

Fan Xiaopang, who is never afraid of anything, widened his beautiful eyes in surprise.

For a moment, I didn't even know how to start the conversation.

"It seems it's true, you really are his lover. No wonder you're not afraid of Hua Yi, no wonder you beat Young Master Zhou so badly and still made him swallow his anger."

Gao Yuanyuan said with an air of seriousness, "That way we can barely be considered family. He said I was his girlfriend. That's better than you, his lover, right?"

I'm so angry!

At this moment, Fan Xiaopang felt that his fists were very hard, and he wanted to scratch hundreds of bloody marks on the pure and beautiful face in front of him!

But Fan Xiaopang is Fan Xiaopang after all. Before she made a move, she noticed the smile on Gao Yuanyuan's lips and the provocation deep in her eyes.

This made her forcefully pull back her fist, which was already halfway out.

wrong!

Have!

This woman is definitely trying to outsmart me!

She's trying to provoke me so I'll attack her here!

Realizing this, and regardless of whether he had guessed correctly or not, Fan Xiaopang forcefully suppressed his urge to scratch her face.

"call----"

Letting out a deep breath, Fan Xiaopang spoke up, "You're his girlfriend? Hah, what a joke. What about Mu Tingting? You should have heard of her, right? Last year, their relationship was already in the newspapers. And he even admitted to being in a relationship with many people at the Beijing Film Academy. If you're his girlfriend, then what about Mu Tingting?"

"Oh, right." Fan Xiaopang thought for a moment and added, "Last month I went with him to his teacher's courtyard house for dinner. His parents passed away early, so his teachers are no different from his parents."

This implies that she has already met Wei Yi's "parents".

Furthermore, Mu Tingting's existence was deliberately concealed.

Unexpectedly, Gao Yuanyuan immediately replied, "Xiao Mu, I know her. She's his girlfriend, and I'm his girlfriend too. Before I came to Bangkok, I even went to her company to see her. As for you meeting his teacher last month—wasn't that because I hadn't met him yet?"

Fan Xiaopang was shocked once again.

She hadn't expected this woman to be able to interpret things this way.

Gao Yuanyuan shrugged slightly in a Western style, then said, "Besides, the country's laws don't stipulate that if someone has a girlfriend, other people can't be his girlfriend, right?"

That's a huge tide of fish!

Fan Xiaopang felt her blood rushing to her head; she really wanted to crack open the skull of the woman in front of her, who had an extremely artistic and aloof appearance.

Look at what's inside this woman, is it pig brain or tofu, or nothing at all!

But Fan Xiaopang quickly realized that this woman was definitely not a normal woman.

Thinking about Gao Yuanyuan's past experiences.

Fan Xiaopang actually felt that her idea wasn't entirely impossible.

"call"

Suppressing his urge to take action again, Fan Xiaopang sneered and said, "Then what do you mean by coming to me and saying all this? Are you bragging that you're his girlfriend and I'm just his mistress? Well, let me tell you, your boyfriend has been doing this to me every night these past few days! I get fucked by him every single night! Six times a day on average, six times a day!"

"oh----"

Fan Xiaopang thought he could provoke her, but Gao Yuanyuan remained aloof. "You must have had a tough time. When I first became his girlfriend, the first few nights were awful. My skin was chafed raw and inflamed, and he had to apply ointment for me. It wasn't fully healed until about two weeks ago."

The key point is that her tone was still very calm, just like when she was talking about what to eat tonight.

Faced with this kind of person, faced with this kind of thought process, Fan Xiaopang was actually a little unsure of what to say next.

"I—I really—" Fan Xiaopang gave a wry smile and said directly to Gao Yuanyuan, "I can't be bothered with you anymore. Let's talk about it after he's done with his work!"

"Oh—" Gao Yuanyuan responded.

So the two of them looked together at Wei Yi, who was busy on the field.

Watching the massive film crew operate harmoniously and orderly under his direction.

Looking at Chow Yun-fat in front of him, who had a warm smile on his face and didn't act like a big shot at all.

Watching veteran actors like Ng Man-tat and Leung Ka-fai, who would do whatever he said, whether it was east or west.

Seeing that Huang Xiaoming, one of the most popular male actors in China right now, only needed to be called over to play a comedic role in his movie.

Fan Xiaopang suddenly realized that Wei Yi was rising at an unreasonable speed and could completely leave her reach at any moment.

And there are a great many people trying to push her aside, or step on her head, to reach out and touch this supernova.

For example, the woman next to me with abnormal brain circuits.

For example, Li Binbin, who has been tirelessly calling himself every night to maintain their relationship.

Fan Xiaopang quickly came to terms with reality.

Either give up completely, or be shameless and choose to compromise.

Just kidding, even without his current talent and power, Wei Yi's face alone would be enough to make him and Gao Yuanyuan completely infatuated.

But he is still the heir of the Beijing Film Academy, and the industry's recognized number one talent, and now he has completely offended Huayi.

Do I still have a choice?

There was no other choice.

Moreover, Fan Xiaopang was very confident, at least among himself, Mu Tingting, and Gao Yuanyuan in front of him.

I think my position in Wei Yi's heart is higher.

Mu Tingting was just lucky to meet him before he became successful, and he was a rather loyal person.

Gao Yuanyuan? She's clearly a bit more of a threat than Xiao Mu, but this woman's thought process is unusual, and she doesn't have much ambition.

It's impossible for him to offer Wei Yi any help in his career.

This is precisely my strength!

As for those who had romantic relationships with Wei Yi, they are not worth mentioning.

The relationship between Yang Mi's dormmates and Wei Yi is that of employee and boss.

Although she could tell at a glance that these people were probably happy to accept the additional service of sleeping with someone.

Especially Yang Mi.

But at this level, let alone four, even if Wei Yi played with a hundred, Fan Xiaopang wouldn't feel threatened.

Gong Li is too old, much older than Wei Yi, and they probably haven't gotten together yet.

Li Binbin is somewhat threatening, but I've been on guard. Besides, her entanglement with Hua Yi is much deeper than mine, so it's difficult for her to completely get close to me.

And Gao Yuanyuan—

Fan Binbin was absolutely certain that Wei Yi might crave and like a woman like her, but she would never pose a real threat to him.

After thinking it over, Fan Xiaopang finally felt a little more at ease.

Fan Binbin stood there, watching Wei Yi's busy figure, then turned to look at Gao Yuanyuan beside her.

The woman remained calm and composed, her white linen shirt fluttering slightly in the Bangkok evening breeze, her hair brushing against her cheeks, and a faint smile playing on her lips, as if the tense exchange just moments before had never happened.

Fan Xiaopang gritted his back teeth and suddenly laughed.

She remembered something Wei Yi had once told her—"You have a beautiful face, a great figure, and an equally impressive temperament."

At the time, she thought it was just to flatter her, but now, standing next to this artistic goddess, she suddenly felt that those words might actually be true.

She is indeed beautiful, but not to the point of being able to outshine me.

Besides, my figure is much better than hers!

Since that's the case, why stay angry?

"Okay, Gao Yuanyuan."

Fan Xiaopang crossed his arms, his tone suddenly becoming more relaxed. "You say you're his girlfriend, and I'm his mistress. Well, we'll see. But let me tell you in advance, this guy is no pushover. Don't be fooled by his current affection for you; he might be eyeing someone else later."

Gao Yuanyuan turned her head to look at her, blinked, and said in her usual calm tone, "I know. That's why I told him before I came that I'll only film one or two movies a year at most, and spend the rest of my time at home. I'll be there whenever he comes back."

Fan Xiaopang raised an eyebrow: "Are you showing off to me that you have a lot of free time?"

"I'm not showing off." Gao Yuanyuan thought about it seriously. "I'm telling you that I'm not competing with you. If you're willing to work hard in your career, then go for it. If he needs your support, then go for it. I'll just stay in the background and won't get in your way."

After thinking for a moment, she said, "I'm here to join you, not to break you up."

Fan Xiaopang was speechless for a moment after hearing these words.

She stared at Gao Yuanyuan for a long time, trying to determine whether the woman was being sarcastic or genuinely thinking that way.

"Are you... are you sick?" Fan Xiaopang couldn't help but ask.

Gao Yuanyuan smiled, her smile appearing exceptionally pure in the twilight: "Maybe. But I think it's fine this way."

Fan Xiaopang took a deep breath, realizing that if he continued talking to this woman, he would either be driven crazy by her or be turned into an idiot by her.

She turned to leave, but Gao Yuanyuan added another sentence behind her.

"By the way, he once said he liked my cool and aloof type, but he also said he liked your bright and radiant type. Different types of actresses can reach a wider audience."

Fan Xiaopang stopped in his tracks and turned around abruptly: "He told you that too?"

"Hmm. You said it, so it seems I've already told you?"

"That bastard—" Fan Xiaopang gritted his teeth, but when he thought about the reality, he felt helpless.

"I curse that damn Wei guy!"

She now feels like Sun Wukong, who has fallen into the hands of Buddha.

I can't get out even if I want to!

We filmed quite late today; it was almost 8 PM when we wrapped up.

As night fell completely over Bangkok, the neon lights of Chinatown began to illuminate the city.

The red, green, and purple colors made the whole street look like a heavily made-up dancer.

Wei Yi stood up from the monitor, stretched, and his bones cracked a few times.

He glanced back and saw Fan Binbin and Gao Yuanyuan each sitting on a folding chair, less than two meters apart. Neither of them looked at the other, but they didn't argue anymore.

"Let's go eat."

He walked over and pulled the two men up from their chairs, one in each arm. "I'm starving. Chen Acai recommended a Chaozhou hot pot restaurant, saying it's a 30-year-old establishment in Bangkok. Come on, I'll take you to check it out!"

The Chaoshan hot pot restaurant recommended by Chen Acai was located deep in the back alley of Yaohuali Road. The storefront was small, with plastic tables and chairs placed on the sidewalk, and the walls were blackened by the smoke from the stove.

The owner was a Chaozhou man in his sixties. When he saw Chen Acai leading people over, he immediately moved out two folding tables and put them together to form a long strip.

Wei Yi sat in the middle.

Fan Binbin sat to his left, and Gao Yuanyuan sat to his right.

Chen Acai and a few local staff sat at the other end, engrossed in their hot pot and not saying a word.

Fan Binbin placed a beef ball into Wei Yi's bowl: "Try it."

Gao Yuanyuan put the cooked tripe into his bowl from the other side: "This is just cooked, eat it while it's hot."

Wei Yi looked down at the mountain of meat piled up in his bowl, and ate it all without changing his expression.

Fan Binbin glanced at Gao Yuanyuan.

Gao Yuanyuan was looking down at the dipping sauce, seemingly unaware of her gaze.

Halfway through the meal, Wei Yi got up to go to the restroom. When he returned, he found the two of them talking.

"Your bracelet is quite pretty," Gao Yuanyuan said, pointing to the jade bracelet on Fan Binbin's wrist.

"He bought it." Fan Binbin twirled the bracelet, her tone casual. "I just picked it up casually when I first came to Bangkok and was shopping. It's not anything fancy, just something to wear for fun."

"It suits your skin tone very well," Gao Yuanyuan said, then lowered her head to continue cooking the meat.

Fan Binbin glanced at her, picked up the iced milk tea on the table, and took a sip.

By the time Wei Yi sat down, their conversation had already ended.

He looked to the left and then to the right, but didn't ask anything.

It was almost 10 o'clock when we finished eating hot pot.

Chen Acai drove the three of them back to the hotel in his van.

There were only the three of them in the elevator.

The mirrored wall reflected the shadows of three people.

Fan Binbin stood to Wei Yi's left, and Gao Yuanyuan stood to his right; neither of them spoke.

The hum of the elevator ascending filled the silence.

We've reached the floor.

Wei Yi's room is at the end of the corridor, Fan Binbin's room is next to his, and Gao Yuanyuan's room is across the way.

Wei Yi took out his access card, and the two women behind him stopped in their tracks at the same time.

He turned around.

Fan Binbin leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, without saying a word.

Gao Yuanyuan stood in the middle of the corridor without saying a word.

"I'm exhausted after a long day."

Wei Yi pushed the door open, his tone as casual as if he were remarking on the nice weather, "How about we all come in for a drink?"

Fan Binbin raised an eyebrow. Gao Yuanyuan tilted her head and glanced at him.

Two seconds later, Fan Binbin took the first step.

As he passed Wei Yi, he muttered, "You really dare to speak up."

After saying that, he gave Gao Yuanyuan a soft hum and walked straight inside.

Gao Yuanyuan hesitated for half a second, glared at Wei Yi, and then followed him inside.

The door closed gently behind them.

Wei Yi's wicked smile disappeared behind the door.

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