Huayu: Just started as a stagehand, but the director's comeback system

"Auntie, could you get me a bottle of Coke? I want a tasty one."

"Xiao Huai, why don't you stop calling me 'Auntie' for a while? It feels really awkward."

In the film crew of "House of Flying Daggers," Jiang Huai, relying on his aunt who was the assistant director, was lounging around with his legs crossed, slacking off.

Seeing his expression, Fu Lulu forced a smile but still helplessly handed him a bottle of cola.

It's not that she was humble; she just made a mistake that every woman makes.

As a high-quality, single, and wealthy woman, she naturally wanted to indulge herself at a bar during the rare few days off from filming.

In the dim light, Jiang Huai, with his dyed red hair, would be a perfect chance encounter for Fu Lulu, who had no intention of getting married.

"Auntie, you don't want my mom to know, do you?"

"Wow, this young man has quite the charm."

Sigh, too many memories bring tears.

"The director is about to start filming, so pay attention and learn from him."

Fu Lulu originally wanted to find a voice-over job for her nephew, who was only two years younger than her, but she never expected that he also had a dream of becoming a director.

However, since the other party had leverage over her, she could only painstakingly arrange for her to work as a stagehand, serving tea and water to the directors, hoping to learn something from the experience.

"Don't worry, Auntie, I'm one of the twin stars of the dubbing major at Beijing Film Academy."

There are two geniuses in the dubbing department: one is short and ugly and wants to be an actor, while the other is tall and simple-minded and wants to be a director.

Jiang Huai is that Gao Sha, but that's just because others don't understand his talent.

After all, Zhang Yimou can't use someone else's film proposal as a table corner.

"You know that's good. I'm leaving now."

Seeing that Jiang Huai was still so unreliable, Fu Lulu didn't want to worry about him anymore. Everyone has their own life, and no one has that much free time.

Jiang Huai saw that his aunt had left, but he didn't want to get up. He had only become a director because he wanted to experience the animal world with female stars, but now he realized that it didn't seem to be necessary for female stars.

[Beep, we have detected that you have become a forgotten, failed director. This system is hereby authorized to help you escape this misery and regain your former glory.]

"puff."

Jiang Huai spat out the cola he hadn't swallowed yet, but luckily there were no other staff members around, so no one saw him like this.

His brain seems to have been inexplicably invaded by something, most likely from drinking too much cola. It looks like he can only drink six bottles tomorrow.

At 44, you were completely ignored. You even had to be on guard against retaliation from directors with bad reputations. With the industry denying your existence and no one blacklisting you, you had no choice but to voluntarily leave the industry.

Feeling utterly disheartened, you prepare to jump into the river. At that moment, you think of Fu Lulu, who once led you into the entertainment industry. You wonder if things would have changed if you had had a better relationship with her in the beginning.

Fortunately, you're still young at forty, and you still have a chance in life. This system will officially help you get rid of the title of a failed director.

Task 1: Shoot a low-budget film.

Prerequisite: Reconnect with your former benefactor, Fu Lulu, and make her remember you again. Reward: Script manuscript "The Domineering Ugly President Falls in Love with Me, the White House Cleaner"...

Timeline error, reward changed: Write a script for "Crazy Stone" (Although plagiarism is shameful, you've already lost all morality by taking advantage of actresses).

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Is this talking about me? The electronic speakers in my head kept going on and on, and Jiang Huai's initial discomfort had turned into a bit of comfort.

Recalling the electronic voice's words, Jiang Huai was beginning to believe it. He was certain that a genius like himself wouldn't suffer from mental illness, and that the voice in his mind must be real.

Although he's only twenty-two, it's not a big deal, since he did mention the timeline error.

Jiang Huai is quick to accept anything; otherwise, he wouldn't have held onto his underwear that night at the hotel. These things don't matter; the only concern is whether he can get the reward back.

The domineering president of the Ugly country—who knows, that name might even get him into the Ugly market and make him a Hollywood director.

"Brother Jiang, what are you laughing at?"

As the film crew began work, several production assistants who were responsible for miscellaneous tasks on set came in and saw Jiang Huai with a silly grin on his face.

"It's alright, you guys go ahead with your work, I'll head out now."

Upon seeing other staff members enter, Jiang Huai immediately stopped smiling. As someone with connections, Jiang Huai always knew how to behave appropriately.

Never do a job that doesn't require your hands to do it; if you must do a job, do it in front of your superiors.

Now that he falls into the first category, Jiang Huai has no psychological burden. He can go find his aunt and test whether the electronic voice in his mind really delivers rewards.

Ignoring the indistinct shouts behind him, Jiang Huai began searching for Fu Lulu throughout the film set.

Just then, the other party was fiddling with the newly delivered camera in front of Director Zhang, and Jiang Huai immediately went over to them.

"Director, Sister Lu, Sister Pang, is there anything I can do to help?"

Jiang Huai also wanted to touch this latest-model camera that he had rented from abroad. Although he couldn't do it openly, there were always opportunities to accidentally touch it while helping out.

"Okay, come help me put this camera in, be careful."

Zhang Yimou glanced at Fu Lulu's relative. Although his script for "My Dad Tian Dahua" wasn't very good, he was clever and hardworking.

Normally, no other production assistants dare to come and help me; only this person serves me tea and water. If I train him properly, he could stay and become an assistant director.

"Okay, director, I'm very meticulous."

Jiang Huai helped the two escorts carry it up, and during the process, he didn't forget to secretly wink at Fu Lulu.

What do you mean? Tell those production crew members to stay further away from the director?

Fu Lulu watched Jiang Huai wink at her, but for a moment she didn't understand. She just assumed that he was continuing to have the other crew members with no connections do odd jobs that wouldn't be seen by the director.

[Beep, prerequisite task completed, reward issued.]

At forty-four, you choose to rely on your parents again. Although you face much scorn, it's effective.

Jiang Huai suddenly had two extra folds in his brain, but he didn't have time to care about it right now.

After finishing his work, Jiang Huai finally approached Fu Lulu, who was looking through the cast list by herself.

"Auntie, I have an amazing script here, would you like to take a look?"

Fu Lulu glanced at Jiang Huai but then continued with her work; she wasn't going to fall for it again.

Jiang Huai claimed that he spent his entire four years of university studying the book "My Dad Tian Dahua". Fu Lulu believed him at the time, thinking that she was only responsible for selecting actors and was not a professional in reading scripts, so she specially found several other assistant directors for him.

As a result, amidst laughter throughout Zhang Yimou's studio, the scripts were delivered to Director Zhang.

She still remembers Director Zhang's expression at the time; his face was already full of wrinkles, and he looked almost like a French bulldog.

"Auntie, please help me one last time. I promise this is the best work I've done in the last twenty-two years."

"real?"