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"How do you want to bet?"

In the private room of the restaurant, Shen Zhiwei put down her chopsticks.

Because of the movement of her arms resting on the table, the already tight-fitting pure white T-shirt was pulled forward, creating two breathtakingly full and rounded curves that accentuated her hidden D-cup breasts.

On the table were yellow flower shumai, assorted copper hot pot, braised pork, and a bowl of knife-cut noodles.

Xu An'an had just picked up a large mouthful of noodles when she heard about the bet and immediately stopped.

She leaned slightly closer to the table, and the neckline of her cherry-pink crop top instantly dropped, revealing her G-class breasts, which defied the laws of physics, pressing heavily against the edge of the table, creating a snowy abyss that was impossible to look away from.

"Wait a moment."

"I, the director, must sit in on any major business dealings that involve the chairman's reputation."

Wang Ye poured himself a glass of sea buckthorn juice.

"You're not just listening in."

"You're in charge of eating."

Xu An'an looked down at the bowl, and those two terrifyingly soft mounds rose and fell violently with her breathing.

"I can supervise while I eat, with both systems running simultaneously."

Shen Zhiwei didn't bother to respond.

"Let's discuss the conditions first."

Wang Ye leaned back in his chair and got straight to the point.

"I filmed the Yungang Grottoes into a short video today."

"We don't exploit cultural relics, we don't rely on gimmicks, and we don't use your figures as a way to generate traffic."

Xu An'an immediately raised her hand.

"I object to the last one."

"turn down."

Wang Ye continued speaking.

"Once the video is released, as long as it gets the desired reach and positive feedback, you'll acknowledge that I have the ability to create cultural content."

"And they provide follow-up cultural consulting services to our team."

Shen Zhiwei tapped the table, and the fabric in front of her chest trembled slightly with great elasticity.

How is spread defined?

"One million views."

"Looking at the number of views alone is not enough."

"The comment section must have sufficient and effective feedback; it cannot be achieved by simply throwing in traffic."

Wang Ye nodded: "Okay."

Shen Zhiwei did not hesitate.

"Okay, I agree."

"What if you lose?"

Wang Ye had already made preparations.

"I'll give you thirty sets of cosplay costumes."

"Character, style, brand—the choice is yours."

The private room suddenly fell silent.

Shen Zhiwei's action of picking up food froze in mid-air.

She pushed up her glasses, her expression still serious, but her ears turned red.

"I don't understand what you're saying."

Wang Ye took a sip of his beverage.

It's okay if you don't understand.

"I can give an example."

"Tifa, 2B, Raiden, Yae no Miko, Artoria..."

"stop!"

Shen Zhiwei put her chopsticks down on the table and looked at Wang Ye, saying, "Why would you think I'm doing cosplay?"

Wang Ye certainly cannot speak from a generalist perspective.

He was just making things up.

"You have a very small Shinra logo on your phone case."

"There's also a Midgard-themed badge in the side pocket of the camera bag."

"Considering your reaction when you heard about the thirty outfits, solving the case isn't difficult."

Shen Zhiwei looked down at her camera bag.

The badge was indeed partially visible.

She immediately zipped up the side pocket.

This guy's observation skills are outrageous. He was clearly joking around with several women the whole way, yet he still noticed such a detail.

"Okay." Shen Zhiwei agreed, picked up her water glass, and said, "The bet is settled."

"But let me make it clear beforehand."

"A true cultural short film is not about adding a sad piece of music to a stone Buddha and piling on a few lines about millennia, years, and vicissitudes."

"That's a copywriting template, not an expression."

Wang Ye nodded.

I agree with that.

"Today I'll show you what a master-level dimensional reduction attack really is."

Shen Zhiwei immediately confronted her.

"Opening champagne before it even starts?"

"Young man, being overconfident becomes narcissism."

Wang Ye shook his head.

"No, my main strength is my ability."

Su Qingyan put down her chopsticks and gracefully shifted her position. Her light blue Song-style long gown clung to her body, outlining her unmistakably high and curvaceous figure. The slit in her skirt revealed her slender waist and long, snow-white legs, exuding an alluring charm amidst her cool and aloof fairy-like aura.

How do you plan to film it?

Wang Ye did not answer directly.

Master-level directing, screenwriting, cinematography, and aerial photography capabilities are all at work simultaneously.

The Yungang Grottoes are already breathtaking enough; adding unnecessary techniques would only weaken the content. He quickly clarified the narrative structure.

"The stone Buddha has remained silent for a thousand years."

People from different eras came here and then left.

"The camera begins with the stone Buddha and ends with the gaze of the tourists."

"Instead of simply piling up knowledge points, the book explains why Yungang Hill appeared here and why it can serve as a testament to cultural integration."

Shen Zhiwei sat up straighter.

"continue."

"No human voice at the beginning."

Wang Ye took out his phone and quickly wrote down the camera's footsteps in the notes app.

"First, take a picture of the entire Wuzhou Mountain and its cave complex."

"The camera slowly zooms in on the weathered cliff face, then moves into the details of the sculpture."

"The first sentence of the narration should not introduce the scenic area's level."

"To go straight to the fifth century AD, a group of craftsmen began to carve stone on the mountains in the western suburbs of Pingcheng."

"They left no names, but they left behind more than 50,000 statues."

Shen Zhiwei's previously critical expression softened somewhat.

This is definitely not the typical approach of an online celebrity video.

Wang Ye continued to make arrangements.

"Qingyan is responsible for the historical narration."

"An'an doesn't pose for photos; she focuses on the perspective of ordinary tourists."

"Sister Ruoxi is responsible for the emotional perspective of adult viewers."

"Director Shen is responsible for verifying the professional content."

Shen Zhiwei looked up.

"I won't be on camera."

"I didn't ask you to pose."

Wang Ye looked serious.

"You can examine the cave data and record the details of conservation, but the camera will only capture the working process."

"The credibility is higher when the cultural consultant himself is on camera."

"I am not your cultural advisor yet."

"Tentative."

Upon hearing those two words, Shen Zhiwei gave a soft hum.

"You're quite good at writing checks in advance."

After lunch, everyone returned to the scenic area.

Before the official filming, Wang Ye first communicated with the relevant departments of the scenic area and submitted equipment information, filming plan and aerial photography application.

Drones were not permitted in some areas, and he operated strictly within the approved time and scope.

Shen Zhiwei stood by and watched the entire process, then offered a reminder.

"Aerial photography should only establish spatial relationships; avoid repeated flights."

"Noise can affect tourists, and they should also avoid areas where birds are active."

Wang Ye nodded.

"clear."

Filming officially began, and the drone took off from the designated area.

The mountains, rivers, caves, and tourist trails all come into view at the same time.

Wang Ye controlled the flight altitude and camera speed, without showing off any skills, without rapid rotations, and without fancy flight maneuvers.

After a complete zoom-in shot, he immediately retrieved the drone.

"Just one take?" Xu An'an stood to the side, somewhat surprised.

"That's enough." Wang Ye checked the footage. "Shooting videos isn't about having more action; useful shots are what's valuable."

Next up is ground-based filming.

Su Qingyan stood in the permitted area and recorded the narration.

In 453 AD, the eminent monk Tan Yao was ordered to oversee the excavation of five large caves.

"The Buddha statue has a robust physique and retains features from Central Asian and Indian art."

"In the decades that followed, the costumes, faces, and spatial layout of the statues changed continuously."

"Foreign beliefs and local aesthetics are perfectly integrated here..."

Her voice was clear and her rhythm was steady.

Wang Ye did not ask her to recite her lines in front of the camera.

The camera only shows the cliff face, the exterior of the cave, and tourists coming and going.

Xu An'an stood quietly, looking up at the designated area for visitors to the open-air Buddha statue in Cave 20.

She didn't pose or move in front of the camera today, but even standing still, her monstrous G-cup figure still tugged at the fabric of her sexy outfit, creating a sense of surging waves that seemed ready to expose her at any moment.

The wind blew her clothes, but she just stared at the 13.7-meter-tall Buddha statue.

Wang Ye took a picture of her from behind, capturing a distant view.

The tourists are small, and the stone Buddha occupies the main part of the picture.

This is the proportion he wanted.

Xu An'an stepped out of the camera's view and couldn't help but speak.

"Did I just act particularly cultured?"

Wang Ye: "You didn't say anything."

Xu An'an: "That's also a form of silent cultural export."

Wang Ye said, "Alright, I'll give you the credit."

Wang Ye nodded and said, "It is indeed a silent but profound cultural export... Okay, I'll give you the credit!"

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