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

Over the next few days, Ye Mo continued to make grand promises and promises as usual.

It's all for the sake of the crew's morale and spirit.

It was still dark that day.

At the film set in the western suburbs, several hundred people had already formed a square formation.

"To succeed, you must first go crazy!"

"Charge for money at all costs!"

"Sleep on the floor today, be the boss tomorrow!"

The roar was deafening; even the windows of the neighboring residential complex trembled.

Ye Mo stood at the very front of the formation, holding a large megaphone in his hand, the veins on his neck throbbing.

"Louder! Didn't you eat? Pan Sheng's team, yell it out!"

Zhang Yixing huddled at the back of the crowd, shouting along while tilting his head and muttering to Wang Chuanjun, "Brother, my throat's about to burst."

Wang Chuanjun stood ramrod straight, his face unchanging: "It's good that it hurts. You're playing the unlucky guy who got tricked into going there. You can't get into character unless you yell until your throat is hoarse."

Zhang Yixing: "...I can't even respond to what you're saying."

Ye Mo holds this morning meeting every day.

Ever since Director Li finished his stand-up routine, he had figured it out.

"All or Nothing" is set in a fraud park, so the production team had to "go crazy" first.

Half an hour before filming each day, everyone gathers, shouts slogans, does exercises, and rehearses their lines.

You need to get into the zone and get people excited so they can have that kind of energy in front of the camera.

The effect is indeed good.

After shouting the slogans, everyone was as energetic as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and even the stagehands moved half a beat faster.

Ye Mo sat in front of the monitor and smacked his lips in satisfaction: "This is exactly the state I wanted."

……

There is an old residential area 500 meters away from the film set.

On the third-floor balcony, Old Zhou was watering the flowers.

The kettle was just raised when the hand froze in mid-air.

"To succeed, you must first go crazy... rush towards money at all costs..."

The sound drifted over from afar and entered his ears.

Old Zhou's hand trembled, and he poured the entire pot of water onto his shoes.

He knew that slogan all too well.

It was so cooked that even the cracks in your bones felt cold.

He said the same thing twenty years ago.

At that time, he was in his early thirties, working in the south, when he was pulled into a "company" by a fellow villager.

They shout slogans and hold classes every day, getting people all fired up.

He believed it.

They invested all of their parents' life savings of 80,000 yuan for retirement, only to get a bunch of unsellable, substandard health products in return.

Later, the truth came out, and the person who posted it fled.

He lived in a rented room in the urban village for half a month, eating only steamed buns.

His wife left him too, saying she saw no hope with him.

Thinking of this, Old Zhou's face turned pale instantly.

He threw down the kettle and clung to the balcony railing, looking out.

In the distance, a large shed has been erected on that open space.

The greenhouse was packed with people, dressed similarly, standing neatly in rows, shouting at the top of their lungs.

This setup is exactly the same as that "company" from back then.

"Damn it." Old Zhou's lips trembled. "There's a pyramid scheme group coming to this area."

He stumbled back into the house and found an old cell phone.

With trembling fingers, he dialed the TV station's hotline first.

"Hey! Reporter, I want to report something! There's a pyramid scheme operation next to my neighborhood. They brainwash people and chant slogans every day. There are hundreds of people there, it's terrifying!"

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Zhao's eyes lit up instantly.

The pyramid scheme den had hundreds of people, and they shouted slogans every day.

This news story is sure to be a viral sensation.

"Sir, don't worry, send me the address, we'll be there right away! Please be careful and don't alert them!"

Old Zhou hummed in agreement twice and hung up the phone.

He thought for a moment, then dialed 110 again.

"Officer, I'm reporting a pyramid scheme using my real name!"

There was a pause on the other end of the line (110): "Sir, please don't panic. Could you please tell me the details?"

Old Zhou lowered his voice, like a thief: "It's in that open space in the western suburbs, in that greenhouse, hundreds of people, shouting 'To succeed, you have to go crazy first,' like they're insane. It's definitely a pyramid scheme!"

The operator quickly jotted down the note: "Okay, we'll dispatch officers immediately. Please take care of yourself and stay away."

After hanging up the phone, Lao Zhou slumped onto the sofa, feeling a little more at ease.

"Now that's it, there are reporters and police around, he can't run away."

……

Two hours later.

A reporter's van was suspiciously parked outside the film set.

Xiao Zhao carried the microphone, and the cameraman carried the equipment, crouching down to feel their way inside.

"Go in and take pictures first. Once you have solid evidence, then reveal your identity, understand?" Xiao Zhao said in a low voice, his face full of excitement.

The cameraman nodded and gave an OK sign.

The two men crept to the entrance of the greenhouse and peeked inside through the crack in the door.

shocked.

The hundreds of people weren't chanting slogans; they were surrounding several cameras.

A young man in the middle sat in front of the monitor, his brows furrowed in worry.

"Click! Zhang Yixing, your eyes are wandering again! You were tricked into coming here, not for tourism!"

"All departments, prepare yourselves! Three, two, one, go!"

Xiao Zhao was stunned: "Is this...is this a movie shoot?"

She looked up and saw a banner hanging on the shed.

The crew of "All or Nothing".

Xiao Zhao: "…………"

The cameraman, suppressing a laugh, said, "Sister Zhao, this pyramid scheme den of yours looks like a legitimate film crew."

Xiao Zhao's face turned green.

Just as I was about to go in and ask, a siren went off behind me.

A police car pulled right up to the entrance of the greenhouse.

Two policemen got out of the car, their expressions serious.

"Who called the police?" Old Liu, who was walking ahead, asked.

"Me! I reported it!" Old Zhou ran over from the neighborhood, panting, pointing to the greenhouse. "This is it! A pyramid scheme den! I've been watching it for days; they shout slogans every morning!"

Old Liu nodded, waved his hand, and led his apprentice, Xiao Ma, inside.

"Don't move! Who's in charge here?" Old Liu shouted, his voice booming.

The set fell silent instantly.

Hundreds of people turned around in unison.

Ye Mo stood up from behind the monitor, looked at the two policemen, and chuckled: "Hey, officers, what are the instructions?"

Old Liu asked sternly, "Someone reported that this place is involved in pyramid schemes. Are you in charge?"

"That's me." Ye Mo dusted off his trousers. "Director, Ye Mo."

"Director?" Old Liu frowned. "Do you have the necessary permits for making a movie? Show me the relevant documents."

Xiao Ma muttered to himself, "Master, these days scammers love to use making movies as a cover."

Ye Mo, with his sharp ears, heard it but wasn't annoyed.

"Officer, we have the documents, but they're all with the producer. Would you like to have a seat while I make a call?"

Old Liu stared at him suspiciously: "What kind of call?"

"Give it to a friend of mine; he's in charge of this." Ye Mo took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.

It rang twice, then the call connected.

"Director Li, this is Ye Mo." Ye Mo said lazily, "Two policemen came to the film set and said someone reported me for running a pyramid scheme. They want me to show them some documents."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"What the hell? A pyramid scheme?" Director Li's voice came through the receiver, quite loud. "Give the phone to the ringleader."

Ye Mo handed over the phone: "Officer, take this call."

Old Liu took the phone, his brow still furrowed: "Hello, this is Liu Jianguo from the Chengxi Police Station. Who is this?"

"I am Li Weiguo."

"Li Weiguo?" Old Liu thought for three seconds.

Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.

"Director Li... Director Li? Director Li from the department?"

"That's right," Director Li said slowly. "Director Ye Mo directed 'All or Nothing,' a key anti-fraud propaganda film supported by the Ministry of Public Security. All the paperwork was in order, and I personally approved it. So, my people are with you, and they've become pyramid scheme leaders?"

Old Liu's sweat poured down his face.

"Director Li! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! We received a report from the public... no, we were just routinely checking the situation. We support this movie, we must support it, we will fully support it!"

Little Ma stood there dumbfounded: "Master, what's going on?"

Old Liu shoved the microphone aside, turned around and glared at him: "Shut up! This is Director Li from the department! He's several ranks higher than our branch director!"

The little horse's legs went weak: "Holy... holy crap!"

Old Liu handed the phone back to Ye Mo with both hands, his face beaming with smiles: "Director Ye, I'm so sorry, so sorry. It's like the flood washed away the Dragon King Temple; we're family, yet we don't recognize each other."

Ye Mo took the phone and waved his hand: "It's okay. It's a good thing that the police officers are conscientious and responsible. Our movie is about anti-fraud, so your investigation is good material."

Old Liu smiled apologetically: "Then...then we'll head back first? So as not to delay your filming."

"No rush." ​​Ye Mo smiled and looked at Xiao Zhao, who was peeking in from the doorway. "Media teachers are here too? Come in and sit down, you can help me promote this."

That's right, free advertising, and here it is.

Xiao Zhao's eyes lit up instantly.

"All or Nothing," directed by Ye Mo, with key support from the Ministry of Public Security.

This news is far more explosive than the story of a pyramid scheme.

She immediately squeezed in, the microphone almost shoved into Ye Mo's face: "Director Ye! Director Ye! Can you give us an exclusive look at this movie?"

Old Zhou stood at the door, completely dumbfounded.

"So... this isn't a pyramid scheme?" he asked hesitantly.

Ye Mo walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Uncle, it's really not. We're making a movie about how to catch scammers. It's good that you're so vigilant. We should thank you."

Old Zhou's face turned bright red: "I...I was scammed by a pyramid scheme twenty years ago. My legs went weak just hearing those slogans."

Ye Mo was stunned for a moment.

He turned and shouted towards the film set, "Wang Chuanjun! Come here!"

Wang Chuanjun jogged over.

Ye Mo pointed at Old Zhou: "Uncle, I was scammed by a pyramid scheme twenty years ago. Can you act out Manager Lu's mannerisms for me?"

Wang Chuanjun nodded.

The next instant, his eyes changed.

One second he's an honest and unassuming actor, the next he exudes a chilling aura.

He took a step forward, smiling as if he were meeting an old acquaintance.

"Uncle, do you want to succeed? Do you want to turn your life around? Come on, I'll show you how to get rich."

Old Zhou took a sudden step back, his face turning pale instantly.

"No, no, no! I don't want to get rich! I don't want to get rich!"

Ye Mo laughed: "Uncle, he's playing the villain in the movie."

Old Zhou stared at Wang Chuanjun, his lips trembling, and remained silent for a long time.

Suddenly, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"It's so similar... so similar..." His voice trembled. "Back when I logged in, I had this same smile."

The set fell silent for a second.

No one laughed.

Zhang Yixing squatted down and handed Old Zhou a bottle of water: "Uncle, have some water. This movie was made so that no one else will fall for this trick again."

Old Zhou took the water, clutched it in his hand, his lips trembling, and his eyes gradually reddening.

Ye Mo didn't say anything, turned around and walked back to the monitor.

He stared at the red banner that hadn't been taken down yet for a long time.

"To succeed, you must first go crazy."

.......