We asked you to make an anti-corruption film, but you made one in the name of the people!

The day after Lin Mo returned, he originally planned to sleep in at home.

But the biological clock won't allow it.

My eyes opened by themselves at seven o'clock in the morning.

He tossed and turned in bed a couple of times, but couldn't stay in bed any longer, so he got up, washed his face, put on a coat, and went out.

When he arrived at work, Xiao Wang was the first to see him, his eyes wide with surprise.

"Brother Lin? Didn't Director Han tell you to take a few days off? Why are you here?"

Lin Mo put his bag on the table: "I can't stand staying at home."

"Can't stand being idle?" Xiao Wang leaned closer and lowered his voice, "Brother Lin, are you the kind of person who feels restless when you're not doing anything?"

Lin Mo thought for a moment: "It seems so."

Xiao Wang slapped his thigh: "Then you're just like my dad! My dad went to the park every day after he retired, and he'd get angry if you didn't let him go."

Xiao Liu chimed in, "Brother Lin, the movie's finished filming, when can we watch it?"

"It hasn't been cut yet, we'll talk about it after it's cut."

"How long will that take?"

"If things go smoothly, it will take about ten days."

"Ten days or so?" Xiao Liu was taken aback. "So fast?"

Lin Mo didn't explain. He turned on his computer and started organizing the list of materials sent from Hainan.

Old Zhao hasn't returned yet, but the materials have been packaged in batches and should arrive tomorrow.

He needs to plan the editing rhythm in advance.

Xiao Wang glanced at him from the side, then didn't disturb him further, quietly pouring him a glass of water and placing it on the table.

For the next two days, Lin Mo came to work every day, but he didn't actually have anything serious to do.

Without the materials, nothing can be done.

So he became the mascot of the publicity department.

Everyone who passed by the propaganda office had to come in and say a few words to him.

Some are genuinely in trouble, while others are just looking for trouble.

Sister Li from the prosecutor's office came in to borrow a stapler. After borrowing it, she didn't leave but stood to the side and asked, "Director Lin, in that movie you made, isn't Zhang Yixing the lead actor?"

"right."

Is he handsome in person?

"He's quite handsome."

Sister Li nodded in satisfaction and left.

Xiao Zhao from the Criminal Investigation Department came in to deliver some documents. After finishing, he didn't leave but asked, "Director Lin, is Jin Chen playing the female lead? Does she have good skin?"

Lin Mo glanced at him: "It's fine."

Xiao Zhao chuckled and left.

Old Li from the office was even more direct. He came in with a cup of tea and sat down next to Lin Mo: "Little Lin, I have something to tell you."

"Brother Li, please speak."

"My daughter is a fan of Zhang Yixing, could you please get her autograph?"

Lin Mo thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll ask about it later."

Old Li was as happy as a 200-pound child, and left with his tea.

Watching this scene unfold, Xiao Wang muttered under his breath, "Brother Lin, you're busier than a celebrity these days."

Lin Mo ignored him.

On the third day, Old Zhao returned.

Carrying six large suitcases, filled with material disks, prop lists, and shooting logs.

Lin Mo greeted him at the door, and Old Zhao immediately exclaimed, "Director Lin! You're finally back! You have no idea how tiring it was to dismantle the set! We had to paint the bloodstains on that wall twice to make them white! And that water dungeon, it took us ages to drain the water from the pool!"

Lin Mo patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Zhao, you've worked hard. I'll treat you to a meal later."

"Don't look back, let's do it tonight." Old Zhao grinned.

"Okay, tonight."

Once the materials arrived, Lin Mo didn't rest.

He took two editors and plunged into the editing room of the Supreme People's Procuratorate's Film and Television Center.

It's the same team and the same rhythm as "In the Name of the People".

At first, the editors thought Lin Mo was rushing things, but after three days, they got used to it.

Because Lin Mo's thinking was too clear.

He could clearly explain which footage, angle, and expression to use for each scene.

The editor only needs to follow his instructions and doesn't need to figure things out on their own.

How could it not be fast?

Twelve days.

All cut.

Including the music, color grading, subtitles, opening and closing credits, it took a total of fourteen days.

It was three days faster than Lin Mo had predicted.

When Lin Mo came out of the editing room, his eyes were red, his hair was messy, and he hadn't shaved.

But he was in good spirits, with a smile on his face.

Old Han was startled when he saw his appearance: "Haven't you slept for the past few days?"

"I'm asleep now. I sleep five hours every day."

"Five hours is considered sleeping?" Old Han glared at him. "Go back and rest. Come back tomorrow."

Lin Mo didn't leave.

He took the hard drives and went straight up to the eighth floor, knocking on Prosecutor Zhao's door.

When Prosecutor Zhao saw his appearance, he was also taken aback.

"Did you just come from the editing room?"

"Yes, Prosecutor Zhao, the film is finished."

Prosecutor Zhao was taken aback: "Didn't you say it would take two weeks? It's only been a few weeks..."

He calculated the days.

"It's only been fourteen days."

"Yes, fourteen days," Lin Mo said. "Prosecutor Zhao, when would be a convenient time for me to show it to you?"

Zhao Jian looked at him, remained silent for two seconds, and then smiled.

"I'm impressed by your efficiency." He picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

"Director Wang, this is Lao Zhao. The film is finished editing. When are you free?"

After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Prosecutor Zhao hummed twice and then hung up.

"Director Wang said he'll come tomorrow afternoon. I'll also invite Old Sun from the Publicity Bureau, and a few other relevant department heads. We'll watch it in the screening room of our film and television center."

Lin Mo nodded: "Okay, I'll check it again tomorrow morning to make sure there are no problems."

"Go back to sleep first." Inspector Zhao pointed to the door. "How are you going to face anyone tomorrow looking like this?"

Lin Mo looked down at his wrinkled shirt and scratched his head.

"Okay, I'll head back now."

The next day at 2:30 pm, in the screening room of the Supreme People's Procuratorate Film and Television Center.

Lin Mo arrived half an hour early and fast-forwarded through the entire film to check it, confirming that there were no problems.

Then he sat in the last row, waiting for the leaders to arrive.

At 2:45, Prosecutor Zhao arrived first.

He was wearing a dark jacket, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked to be in good spirits.

"Kobayashi, are you ready?"

"Ready, Inspector Zhao."

At 2:50, Director Wang arrived.

Wearing a black coat, he walked quickly, glanced around the screening room as he entered, and finally fixed his gaze on Lin Mo.

"Xiaolin, I heard you finished editing the film in just fourteen days?"

"Yes, Director Wang."

Director Wang nodded, said nothing more, and found a seat in the front row.

At 2:55, several people from the Ministry of Public Security arrived.

The team was led by Director Sun, and included Deputy Director Liu from the Criminal Investigation Bureau and two colleagues from the Publicity Bureau.

The group greeted Prosecutor Zhao and Director Wang, then sat down quietly.

At 3:00 PM sharp, the lights in the projection room went out.

The large screen lights up.

The words "all or nothing" appeared on the screen.

Black background, red words, as if written in blood.

The opening theme song begins.

It wasn't the kind of music that was exciting; it was a low, somber melody, like a heartbeat, or like an alarm.

Zhang Yixing's face appeared on the screen, young, clean, and full of hope.

Then comes Jin Chen.

Then there was Wang Chuanjun's smiling face.

Then came Sun Yang's expressionless face.

Then there's the image of Yongmei, dressed in a police uniform, knocking on the door from behind.

Screen switch.

Planes landing, customs queues, bread trucks bumping along dirt roads, barbed wire, high walls, guard towers...

The moment Pan Sheng stepped into the park, he looked up at the three-meter-high wall.

The sunlight shone on the barbed wire, gleaming coldly.

No one spoke in the screening room.

Ninety minutes later, the end credits began to roll.

The lights in the projection room came back on.

No one stood up.

Zhao Jian sat in the first row, motionless.

Director Wang sat there with his arms crossed, staring at the screen that had gone black.

The people behind them also didn't move.

There was a silence that lasted for about ten seconds.

Director Wang was the first to speak.

"reality."

Just two words.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Mo.

"I've been reviewing case files for over a decade and have met dozens of victims who returned from northern Myanmar. What you've photographed is exactly the same as what I've seen and heard."

He paused, his voice turning somber.

"I saw that part about shouting slogans in the case file. A young man who ran back told me that he had to shout every day in the park, or he wouldn't get food. He shouted for three months, and after returning to China, he was still shouting in his dreams at night."

There was a moment of silence in the screening room.

Prosecutor Zhao spoke.

He turned to look at Director Wang and said, "Director Wang, how much of an impact do you think this film would have if it were broadcast?"

Director Wang thought for a moment and then said four words.

"It works better than anything else."

Zhao Jian nodded, then looked at Director Sun.

"Old Sun, what do you think?"

Director Sun sat up straight and said earnestly, "Prosecutor Zhao, I used to think that anti-fraud propaganda was just about handing out flyers and making short videos. After watching this film, I've changed my mind. Distributing a hundred flyers is not as effective as showing this movie once. The public will definitely remember it after watching it."

Deputy Director Liu of the Criminal Investigation Bureau added from the side, "Director Wang, I suggest showing this film first in border areas. Watching this movie will at least stop half of those young people who want to work abroad and make quick money."

Director Wang nodded: "Not just at the border, but all over the country. Cinemas, television stations, online platforms—anywhere you can get it, get it on."

Zhao Jian then looked at Lin Mo.

"Kobayashi, what do you think? Is there anything you'd like to add?"

Lin Mo thought for a moment and said, "Prosecutor Zhao, I think the biggest purpose of this film isn't to scare people, but to let them know—getting scammed isn't because you're stupid, it's because the scammers are too professional. Many people are afraid to speak up or report it to the police after being scammed, feeling ashamed. But I want the audience to know that being scammed isn't your fault, it's the scammers' fault. As long as you haven't been scammed yet, you always have a chance."

After listening, Prosecutor Zhao remained silent for several seconds.

Then he said, "Kobayashi, your idea is more important than the film itself."

Director Wang nodded in agreement: "That's right. What are people who have been scammed most afraid of? Shame. Many people are afraid to report it to the police because they feel ashamed. You've hit the nail on the head."

He stood up, walked up to Lin Mo, and extended his hand.

"Kobayashi, thank you."

Lin Mo quickly stood up and shook Director Wang's hand.

"Director Wang, this is what I should do."

Director Wang grasped his hand, shook it forcefully twice, and then let go.

"Is there anything else that needs to be changed later?"

"That's it, Director Wang. This is the final version."

"That's settled then. I'll handle the submission for review." After saying that, Director Wang turned to Section Chief Sun and said, "Old Sun, you're coming with me to the General Administration tomorrow."

"Yes, Director Wang."

Zhao Jian also stood up and looked at Lin Mo.

"Xiaolin, you've worked hard too. Go back and rest, we'll take care of the rest."