Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 490 Dimensional Reduction Attack, United Front
"1939" has entered its later stages.

Compared to traditional films, which require 1500–2500 editing points, meticulously selecting shots, rehearsing performances, and adjusting pacing, the pseudo-one-shot technique saves a significant amount of time on "selecting footage and rehearsing performances," resulting in a simpler editing rhythm and a relatively smaller workload.

Of course, the trouble lies in the extremely high requirements of stealth editing, because each hidden cut point must be precisely aligned at the frame level;

Camera shake, lighting changes, and actor positioning must be perfectly synchronized; otherwise, the cuts will be obvious, and the color grading workload will be substantial.
Because Wu Chen not only took charge himself, but also brought in a group of editors to work together.

In late December, early in the morning, the cold air seemed to seep out from the cracks in the bricks, and it felt slightly stinging on my face.

Liu Yifei wrapped her arms behind her neck and neatly tied her long hair back. She was still wearing the same liver-colored down jacket, paired with black trousers, giving her a clean and sharp look.

"Let's go, let's go. Are you sure you don't want to go to the school to check? Jingjing's first draft of the script is already done."

"You take a look first."

Wu Chen smiled and first took Liu Yifei to school before going to Xingchen Visual Effects.

Inside the campus, the silvery-white roadside trees stand quietly on both sides, with a thin layer of frost still clinging to their branches from the previous night.

The air was filled with the fresh scent of cedar and the aroma of soy milk wafting from the cafeteria in the early morning, creating a winter atmosphere that seemed to belong only on campus.

Students strolled around the campus in twos and threes, their breaths scattering in the sunlight, their laughter clear and melodious.

As Liu Yifei walked along the familiar path, she suddenly felt a sense of disorientation, as if she had returned to that winter, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

In the distance, Bao Jingjing saw her and immediately waved high.

Several students passing by looked in the direction of the hand, and their eyes quickly fell on Liu Yifei.

"It seems like Senior Sister Liu Yifei has been coming back to school quite frequently lately. Is something wrong?"

"It must be related to Bao Jingjing, look."

"Has Senior Sister Liu Yifei had this down jacket for years? I keep seeing it every winter, it's so beautiful."

"Sis, that's because she looks good. Believe me or not, we'd look awful in that."

".Too."

"Senior sister, have you had breakfast?"

Bao Jingjing ran over quickly, holding three steaming hot buns in her hands.

Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Liu Yifei smiled and said, "Give me one, I haven't eaten any yet."

The two walked side by side into the teaching building, chose a quiet classroom, and Liu Yifei flipped through the script. After reading it, she kept praising it:
"Well written."

This string of praise made Bao Jingjing blush instantly.

"Senior sister, no, Teacher Xue helped a lot. She told me a lot of the little details, saying that the character shouldn't have developed that way."
Teacher Xue specifically asked yesterday, "When are you coming today? I guess you'll come after the first class, to see if you have any opinions on the script."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei's beautiful eyes lit up:
"Jingjing, who do you think would be suitable to direct your script?"

"Ah, I don't know."

Bao Jingjing shook her head violently.

"What do you think of Teacher Xue? Look, she's your course mentor and she also teaches you screenwriting. Wouldn't it be a better fit for you two to work together?"

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Xue Xiaolu was still preoccupied with her film "Ocean Heaven" and her long-held thoughts, completely unaware that someone had already united their forces.
With only a few days left until 2010, Avatar's global box office figures have been constantly breaking records—in just two weeks, it has surpassed $7 million.

The charts for major box office sectors have been rising steadily, with a trend strikingly similar to that of "Titanic" back then, seemingly poised for a long-term dominance of the charts.

The country is eagerly awaiting this.

But just then, an unexpected "year-end bombshell" entered the media spotlight.

Most of the entertainment reporters in Beijing had already been waiting in batches at the Park Hyatt Hotel because of rumors that Maggie Cheung would be holding her engagement banquet there.

In the cold wind, a row of long lenses and tripods were lined up, and the photographers' hands were frozen from waiting.

However, those who guarded "this Zhang" ultimately received "that Zhang." "Zhang Ziyi, you big idiot! You cheated people out of their money! You seduced other people's husbands!"

With that shout, a poster splattered with black ink was thrown onto the ground in front of the hotel, the ink spreading in the cold wind.

However, this series of actions gave the media present a thrill!
Netizens, of course, loved watching the drama unfold.

That's the advantage of Weibo: real-time discussion and real-time trending topics.
"The ink was splattered in front of so many paparazzi lurking in the shadows; I don't believe it wasn't staged."

"I heard it's related to Wendi Deng!"

"Director Wu, you're very well-informed."

In the editing room, the editors of "1939" couldn't help but gossip during their break, casting their gazes at Wu Chen, who was sitting to the side.

"It just happened last night, how would I know?"

Wu Chen smiled and shook his head.

However, he knew that Wendi Deng was only implicated, and he guessed that Wendi Deng was also furious.
Sure enough, on the other side of the Pacific, when Wendi Deng saw the report, she immediately let out a cold laugh:
"This Zhang Ziyi is trying to get investment, and he's even taken her to bed, isn't he?!"

Thinking of this, Deng Wendi's eyes hardened.

After her marriage to the individual shareholder of Warner fell through, Zhang Ziyi's usefulness was greatly reduced.

If Zhang Ziyi hadn't confidently assured everyone that she could cover the investment for "Snow Flower and the Secret Fan," she would have wanted to kick her out of the project long ago.

This is a godsend opportunity.

The ink-splashing incident added a bit of talking point to the end of the year, and 2010 arrived just like that.

On January 4, Avatar was released in mainland China.

On the first day, the ticket halls of major cinemas returned to the scene of last year's "The Martian," with long queues forming at various theaters.

Many people went specifically to see the movie.

The feedback that came back was: stunning, the visual effects were extremely stunning.
At this moment, Liu Yifei stuck out her tongue apologetically, "I'm sorry, Changchang, I have to go with Wu Chen to see it."

"Never mind, I knew it. Poor me, being single, I guess I'll have to go see it all by myself."

"I invite you to dinner."

"make a deal!"

Shu's singing voice is very pleasant.

"You two are mainly going out to eat, right?"

Wu Chen shook his head with a smile. These two often trick each other into having meals, just to find an excuse.

"Nonsense, that's not true at all."

Liu Yifei linked arms with Wu Chen. Her mask covered most of her smiling face, but it couldn't hide the curve of her eyes after the smile spread, as if even her eyelashes were trembling slightly with a smile.

The two went to a cinema under the Star Cinema chain, because Star Cinema happens to be one of the few IMAX screens in the country.

On the steps, the audience members who had just finished watching the movie walked towards us, still looking like they wanted more.

"It's really good! It was worth the trip to Xingchen Cinema."

"It's a pity we didn't get to see 3D IMAX; I heard it's even more spectacular. By the way, have you guys noticed how great Star Cinema is? It's clean and tidy, and the theater is new with great equipment."

"Indeed, no wonder so many people gathered here this time. When we came out, there was a long queue. We can come here more often in the future, since the subway is nearby, which is convenient."

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Liu Yifei's ears were perked up, and when she heard someone praising Xingchen Cinemas, she couldn't help but shake Wu Chen's arm to signal him to listen.

"As expected."

(End of this chapter)