I'm not a drama freak, I can really see through the script

Chapter 405, The King's Feast: Director Lu's Breakthrough

at this time.

Wang Suo also quietly watched the release schedule at home.

In this round of projects, Beijing Circle has the TV series "Human World" and the movie "The Last Supper".

"These are the best we can offer during this timeframe. As for the results, we can only wait and see."

Wang Su remained calm about this.

Very calm.

He originally thought he would be very anxious, after all, in a sense, this round would determine whether the next great era would belong to the Beijing circle.

Does the era still belong to them?

Can it once again declare to the nation that, as a powerful force in the Beiping film and television industry, it still possesses the power to dominate?

Will it be able to continue its glory in the next era?
"All our hopes are pinned on Lu Chuan." At this moment, Zheng Long sighed slightly, appearing much more anxious.

“Actually, if it’s just symbolic, whoever wins between Jiang Wen and Lu Chuan will be a continuation of our Beijing circle,” Wang Shuo said softly. “Isn’t that right? We’re not just Lu Chuan.”

“But that’s only a symbolic continuation,” Zheng Long emphasized the symbolic meaning.
Wang Suo also fell silent at this point.
Yes, it's symbolic.

The logic lies in this symbolic meaning.

Because, in the most practical sense...

Whether it is Jiang Wen,
Take Zhang Yimou and his associates, for example. They have a real disconnect from the Beijing entertainment circle. Although they still bear the name of being from the Beijing circle, the interests they actually represent no longer belong to the Beijing circle.

Just like the "New Beijing Circle".

It still carries the name and theoretically continues the glory of the older generation, but the benefits and achievements it represents belong to them.

Zheng Long could not accept this.

When the benefits of that time have already been lost.

What is the point of this so-called title?

Wang Su remained silent at this moment.

Occasionally, I'll look back at myself.

How much has changed exactly?

How did it change?

But anyway.

This time, they still have the biggest advantage.

Number one enemy.

Li Xuan.

It doesn't matter who wins; at least that's what Wang Shu thinks at this moment.

It's very important that Li Xuan doesn't win.

"This is a wonderful place with outstanding people and beautiful scenery. I really like this land. Although it is not my motherland, I have half of my bloodline from here."

"His scenery and his art are captivating."

"Are you obsessed with art?" Wang Lei asked, smiling slightly at Liu Meizhen. "Or are you referring to someone else?"

"I am indeed infatuated with a certain person, or rather, two people."

"You really are a fickle woman," Wang Lei said, looking at Liu Meizhen's figure. "But you certainly have the right to be fickle."

With a Western physique and an Eastern appearance, if she were to become a star, she would probably be the absolute center of attention in a major company right after her debut.

"I have absolutely no interest in so-called love, money, words, or even my body. If they can help me win over those two people, I will do it without hesitation."

Liu Meizhen smiled slightly, her eyes clear.

This is probably why Wang Lei admires this woman from a foreign land who is much younger than him.

A woman whose technical skills at the negotiating table are absolutely no less than her own.

"This time, your Hollywood movies don't have any release dates in China, so why did you come?" Wang Lei said with a smile. "It's rare to see you scared. Did you think you were invincible after Avatar?"

“Yes, we in Hollywood are afraid. Knowing that your star-studded schedule is too busy, forcing us to release your work will only harm our own profits and bring no benefit whatsoever.” Liu Meizhen replied with a smile, “I came here in my personal capacity this time just to see Li Xuan’s work as soon as possible.”

Although Wang Lei had a smile on his face, he wasn't really happy inside.

Hollywood is the epitome of capitalism.

He has no dignity whatsoever.

Even when facing a market far weaker than itself.

They will also openly avoid times of high intensity.

They do not have the flaw of arrogance.

Make choices based entirely on reason.

It was the ultimate goal I had once pursued.

The road to dreams.

Of course, that was a long time ago.

My current self.

In a sense, it is a self that has already been corrupted.

To be influenced by someone's ideas and become corrupted by the path one once believed to be correct.

Am I right?

Wild boy.

The quiet eruption of public opinion.

It was just two weeks before the start of the event.

The promotional and distribution processes of major cinema chains have also quietly begun.

Li Xuan could steal a moment of leisure here, occasionally writing scripts and copying works from memory.

The Wandering Earth

"Three Body"

"Interstellar"

At this point, Wei Ming joked
"You still have the leisure to read novels?"

"So what? This novel is quite interesting."

“Tianming Era. Isn’t this the book by Liu Cixin, that very popular romance novelist?” Wei Ming looked at the book in Li Xuan’s hands: “Like Han Han’s works, it’s the bible for junior and senior high school students in this era.”

"It's much better than Tiny Times," Li Xuan muttered to himself from the side.

What is Tiny Times? Wei Ming, who was standing next to him, was a little confused.

"It's nothing, maybe I just remembered the name wrong."

Li Xuan also shook his head with a smile.

This honest Guo Ming is also a romance novelist, but his plagiarism scandal broke out before his book became a hit.

It became just a trivial case among many copyright cases, and was punished by justice at lightning speed.

Moreover, Liu Cixin filled the gap in the list of two leading men in romance novels.

There is no extravagant Shanghai at night.

Only tragic space operas, at the current rate, will soon make him the number one romance novelist in China.

Perhaps it's because what's popular among students isn't the glamorous Shanghai nightlife, but rather the love story of a space opera. In a sense, the sci-fi atmosphere among students is quite strong now.

He already looks quite like a Generation Z person from before Li Xuan's time travel.

Li Xuan just looked at these.

Perhaps it's because of the changes brought about by my arrival.

Perhaps it's because fate itself is a very mysterious thing—
The lights in the movie theater slowly dimmed.

The dragon emblem appeared on the giant screen.

At this moment, Lu Chuan's heart was pounding like a drum.

thump.

He could clearly hear the sound of his blood rushing to his brain; his fingertips were icy cold, but his palms were sweaty.

This is the most prestigious cinema in Beijing. Today is the premiere of "The Last Supper".

He, Lu Chuan, is the director of this film.

Sitting next to him was Wang Suo.

One position further on was Tian Zhuang.

Behind him were almost all the big names in Beijing's entertainment circle, as well as countless investors, film critics, and media representatives.

Each person's breath felt like a mountain pressing down on their back.

He knew what this movie meant.

This is the face of the Beijing elite circle.

It was the sharpest sword they used to fight against Li Xuan.

For this sword, they invited Tian Zhuang to "polish" it.

The name "Chen's Polishing" is known to everyone in the industry.

Although Tian Zhuang himself said it wasn't the kind of drastic "Chen-style polishing," just having his name on the film is like having the strongest insurance policy for it.

This also reflects the attitude of the Beijing film circle towards Li Xuan at this time: they wanted to use this fifth-generation director.

This is actually an insult to Lu Chuan, a sign of distrust.

But what can Lu Chuan do if he's not convinced?
After that incident in Nanjing.

Their choices and attitudes are rationally correct.

Lu Chuan subconsciously glanced at Wang Su beside him.

In the darkness, Wang Shuo's expression was not visible, but Lu Chuan could sense the confident aura emanating from him.

Wang Shuo has confidence in him.

More accurately, it's about having confidence in Tian Zhuang.

"With Tian Zhuang's help, I have high hopes for the quality of your film."

Lu Chuan's lips moved, but in the end he said nothing. He turned his gaze to the screen.

The movie has started.

Somber drumbeats accompanied by mournful horn calls.

The scene begins with a bloody battle: mud, blood, broken weapons, and twisted corpses.

It has absolutely no aesthetic appeal.

Only war reveals its most primal and brutal reality.

The slight murmurs that had been lingering in the theater vanished instantly.

Everyone was stunned by the overwhelming sense of impending doom.

Lu Chuan's hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.

This is the effect he wanted.

What he wanted to film was not the romantic tales of emperors, generals, and talented scholars, but the struggles and destruction under the meat grinder of power.

Liu Bang, Xiang Yu, Han Xin...

One by one, historically renowned figures shed their mythical aura under his lens.

They are suspicious, they are fearful, they are driven by desires, and they are also swept up by the times.

The theater was very quiet.

Only the characters' dialogue and the background music flowed on the screen.

Lu Chuan could feel that the audience's emotions were firmly being drawn by him.

When Han Xin was lured and killed by Empress Lü in Changle Palace, a suppressed gasp filled the theater.

When Liu Bang stood before Weiyang Palace, looking at the magnificent palace, his eyes revealed not pride, but endless weariness and fear, Lu Chuan heard a film critic behind him utter a very soft exclamation of praise.

"Absolutely amazing..."

These two words were like a shot of adrenaline, injected into Wang Suo's heart.

He glanced at Tian Zhuang furtively.

This veteran actor simply watched the screen quietly, his entire being like a statue, without making any unnecessary movements.

He couldn't understand Tian Zhuang's thoughts.

This made him start to feel uneasy again.

The movie continues.

The pace is accelerating, and the power struggle is becoming increasingly bloody.

Former brothers became ruler and subject, and finally, mortal enemies.

He filmed that famous "Feast at Hongmen" with a palpable sense of danger, revealing that every expression and every subtle movement of every person was full of calculation and probing.

The audience was so engrossed they didn't dare to breathe.

Lu Chuan himself was also a little nervous.

He spent a long time perfecting this scene.

Tian Zhuang arrived at the film crew around the time this scene was being filmed.

He gave himself some advice.

but……

Lu Chuan's thoughts drifted.

On the screen, the movie is coming to an end.

In his old age, Liu Bang had a nightmare.

In his dream, all the people he had killed—Han Xin, Xiang Yu, his former brothers and enemies—came back.

They didn't speak, they just watched him quietly.

Liu Bang awoke from his dream with a start, letting out a piercing scream.

He was all alone in the empty palace.

Boundless loneliness and fear completely consumed him.

The film freezes on Liu Bang's aged and desperate face.

The cover-up.

Subtitles will appear.

The entire theater was deathly silent.

A deathly silence that lasted for more than ten seconds.

Lu Chuan also lowered his head, silently sensing the atmosphere.
He didn't know if the audience didn't understand, or... were too shocked to speak.

at last.

"Snapped."

A crisp round of applause rang out.

Followed by.

"Pah, pah, pah, pah -"

Thunderous applause erupted!
Mountain whistle tsunami!

Lasts forever!

Lu Chuan felt the praise booming into his ears.

It became.

he knows.

Become!

The lights in the theater came on.

Everyone stood up, and the applause continued.

Many people still wore expressions of shock and complex emotions.

Wang Shuo's face was filled with undisguised excitement and pride.

He patted Lu Chuan's shoulder forcefully.

"Good! Good lad!!"

"Great shot!!"

He turned his head and looked at Tian Zhuang, who had also stood up, his voice filled with admiration and gratitude.

"Teacher Tian Zhuang, your move was absolutely brilliant!"

"This embellishment is simply transforming the rotten into the miraculous! No, it's adding the finishing touch! It's the finishing touch that brings the dragon to its zenith!"

Wang Suo's voice was loud enough for everyone around to hear.

All eyes immediately turned to Tian Zhuang.

They looked at this senior figure with eyes full of reverence for the "master".

Yes.

Although Lu Chuan is one of the best directors of the seventh generation, the historical weight and the incisive portrayal of human nature presented in "The Last Supper" have exceeded the scope that a young director can control.

This must be the work of the master Tian Zhuang!
With his personal involvement, this film finally possessed the soul to reach the pinnacle!

This time, the Beijing business circle is in the bag!

Facing the gaze of everyone and Wang Suo's high praise.

Tian Zhuang simply smiled calmly.

He glanced at Lu Chuan beside him, who was also being watched by everyone and looked somewhat uneasy and nervous.

Then, he slowly began to speak.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"Mr. Wang, you're mistaken."

Wang Su was taken aback.

"what?"

The applause and chatter around them gradually subsided.

Everyone looked at Tian Zhuang, wondering what he meant by those words.