He plays Feng Yuxiu, and his girlfriend is a fairy-like beauty.

As soon as the opening ceremony ended, Ye Mo called over the coordinator.

"What were we originally going to film for the first scene today?" Ye Mo asked.

"An indoor drama scene." The coordinator flipped through the call sheet. "It's the one where Mr. Pan is working overtime in his office."

"Change it," Ye Mo said. "With the leader here, let's film something more significant."

"The scene where Manager Lu is giving a pep talk will be filmed today."

The coordinator paused for a moment.

"Director Ye, that scene alone requires hundreds of extras."

"Is it too late to adjust it now?"

"There's still time," Ye Mo said. "The extras are all here, and the costumes and props are all ready."

"Make the arrangements; filming will begin in half an hour."

The coordinator responded and jogged off to make arrangements.

Ye Mo's decision actually had a hidden agenda.

If the leader comes all this way to show his support, it would be a waste of the trip if the first scene is just a bland, uninteresting dialogue scene.

The importance of this performance must be immediately apparent to the leaders and the media present.

The session where Manager Lu gave a pep talk was the best choice.

The scene was grand and imposing, and it directly targeted the core of telecom fraud.

On set, hundreds of extras were gathered together.

These people were wearing matching yellow work uniforms and holding mobile phone props.

At first glance, it really does look like that.

The stagehands used megaphones to repeatedly call out the correct positions.

"Hey, you in the yellow uniform, squeeze to the left."

"Those in the last three rows, raise your hands, yes, that's it."

Ye Mo stood on the high platform, looked around, and had a plan in mind.

Everything is ready; all that's missing is to set people ablaze.

Ye Mo picked up the megaphone and cleared his throat.

Hundreds of people in the audience were all staring at him.

Ye Mo was all too familiar with this kind of situation.

In the years he's been directing, his greatest skill has been bringing together the emotions of a group of strangers into a cohesive whole.

"Listen carefully," Ye Mo said.

"Today's scene is the highlight of the entire movie."

"If the film is well-made, it's a success; if it's a disaster, everyone's efforts have been in vain."

The people in the audience held their breath.

"I know that being an extra only pays a little bit of money a day, and it's exhausting."

"I would arrive at the film set before dawn and stay there for most of the day, without even having time to drink water."

"But today is different."

"Today's scene is the kind of scene that will put you on the big screen."

"On the day of the release, you can point to the screen and tell your family, 'I'm in this scene.'"

Ye Mo paused, then raised his voice a few decibels.

"We're making a film about fighting fraud. If it's made and broadcast, it can save millions of lives."

"Every drop of sweat you shed today is meaningful."

"Think about it, someone who was swindled out of everything became more cautious after watching this movie."

"Was it worth it?"

"Worth it!" someone shouted from the audience.

"Do you want to be a star? Do you want this movie to be the highlight of your resume?"

"think!"

That sound was like lighting a fuse.

"Yes!" Hundreds of people shouted in unison, their neck veins bulging.

Ye Mo nodded in satisfaction.

He'd already mastered the art of pumping himself up.

It's the same approach he used to encourage those actors on the set of "The Storm" back then.

Huang Bo stood on the periphery, watching this scene, and clicked his tongue.

"That kid Ye Mo is really good at fooling people."

"A few hundred people were excited by just a few words."

Sun Honglei crossed his arms and replied.

"This director is a perfect example of a pyramid scheme leader."

"Listen to his empty promises, he just keeps going on and on."

"What do you mean by 'the most brilliant achievement' or 'saving millions of people'?"

"This painted cake is rounder than a real cake."

Deng Chao shook his head from the side.

"I think I understand now. Ye Mo went to Hollywood to further his studies."

"What they learned was how to brainwash people."

"That's not right," Huang Lei said slowly. "He already had that skill."

"Have you forgotten how 'Raging Storm' became a hit?"

"Xu Jiang and Gao Qiqiang, weren't they both trained by him?"

"He's a natural at manipulating people's hearts."

"He can just stand there and say three sentences, and people will follow him."

Wang Xun shrank his neck.

"Luckily, I started hanging out with him early on, otherwise I might have been brainwashed by him one day."

"Now when he says 'you have great potential,' my legs tremble."

"Wash your hair my foot." Huang Bo slapped him. "Ye Mo is truly sincere to his brothers."

"You little rascal, don't pretend to be innocent after getting the benefit."

"Let me remind you, when he said 'you have potential,' he genuinely believed you had potential."

"Others may want to hear it, but they can't."

Huang Lei laughed beside him.

"Don't be envious, following Ye Mo can really make you rich."

"They made 600 million yuan after taxes from the 'Detective Chinatown 2' project."

"Who among you has that kind of vision?"

Deng Chao smacked his lips.

"Six hundred million! I invested two million in him, and I'm just waiting to share the profits with him."

"If 'All In' becomes a hit, I'll treat you to a whole roasted lamb feast for a year."

"You mean what you say?" Wang Xun's eyes lit up.

"I keep my word!" Deng Chao patted his chest.

After the mobilization ended, Ye Mo came down from the platform.

Director Li had somehow walked up behind him.

"Director Ye," Director Li said.

Ye Mo turned around.

"Director Li, what do you think of this performance?"

Director Li didn't rush to answer, but instead looked Ye Mo up and down a few times.

"Director Ye, let me speak from the bottom of my heart," said Director Li.

"Please speak."

"I was listening to your pep talk just now," Director Li said in a low voice. "I almost thought I'd stumbled into some kind of pyramid scheme."

"Your brainwashing skills are too good."

"I really want to go back and investigate your family history."

"Check if your ancestors did this kind of work."

Ye Mo was amused.

"Director Li, please stop teasing me."

"I call this dedication to art."

"Dedicate yourself to art?" Director Li laughed. "You really know your stuff."

"The dialogue and the scale of this operation make it seem more like a pyramid scheme than the real ones we've busted."

"I trust you with this play."

Jokes aside, filming had to begin.

Ye Mo returned to the director's chair and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"All departments, prepare."

"Manager Lu, please go up to the platform."

Wang Chuanjun took a deep breath and walked onto the platform.

Today, he put on makeup and wore Manager Lu's outfit.

White shirt, black suit, hair neatly combed.

He had a gentle smile on his face.

But that smile looked so fake.

This makeup, this smile, were all painstakingly crafted by Wang Chuanjun over the course of more than a week at the border.

Below the stage, hundreds of "dog pushers" stood in a square formation.

The yellow work clothes, dusty and drab, resembled a rice paddy that had been squeezed dry.

The stage manager claps the clapperboard.

"All or Nothing, Scene 1, Rule 1"

Wang Chuanjun stood on the high platform, looking down at the crowd.

He cleared his throat, and the gentle, hypocritical smile on his face gradually widened.

"Brothers!"

He shouted.

The sound echoed between the platform and the crowd.

"To succeed, you must first go crazy and charge forward without regard for anything else!"

"Try once, get rich three times; only by working hard can you avoid failure!"

Hundreds of people followed him, shouting at the top of their lungs.

"To succeed, you must first go crazy and charge forward without regard for anything else!"

"Give it your all, and you'll be rich for three generations; only by working incredibly hard can you avoid failure!"

The shouts were deafening.

The entire film set was filled with this sound.

Wang Chuanjun stood on the high platform, his smile gentle, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.

I've already mentally entered the role.

How many of these people in the audience are victims of human trafficking?

But what he wanted was for them to shout it out and for them to believe it.

Let them deceive themselves.

To succeed, you must first go crazy and charge forward regardless of everything.

One gamble can bring wealth for three generations; only by working hard can you avoid failure.

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