Director of Photography Department of Huayu

Chapter 551 Well done
Wu Chen's Weibo post left netizens completely confused, but those in the industry quickly understood it, especially with the hint in the first three words.

I have read it.
The implication is obvious.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter at Director Wu's reply."

"That's just how intellectuals are; their words are incredibly hurtful."

In the crew of "Love is Not Blind," everyone suppressed their laughter, looking at each other and whispering amongst themselves.

"Don't just laugh! You're so bold, why don't you leave a comment below and make the meaning clear for everyone?"

"No, I wouldn't dare. It's fine as long as Director Wu dares. Wouldn't it be suicide for small fry like us to go up there?"

"The comments below are quite interesting. It seems there are some knowledgeable netizens, while those in the industry are quite restrained!"

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Those in the industry who understand it will react quickly, because the report was released just yesterday, and everyone is still discussing it internally.

At this time, in Yichang, Hubei.

In the morning, the sun shone brightly on the vast grassland, and the air was filled with the moist scent of grass.

The searchlights weren't on yet, and the crew members were busy setting up their positions.

Producer Zhang Weiping, with his hands behind his back, reviewed the filming progress of the crew while nagging Zhang Yimou beside him.

"Putting everything else aside, I quite admire Wu Chen's disapproval of the Film Association's system. He even opened up the film industry to foreign companies. These people are all definitely out of their minds!"

Changing the subject, he stared at the timid new female lead on set and couldn't help but sigh:

“I told you to find someone with experience. Look at her, she's so unsteady, she can't even stand properly, and she can't even find the right camera position.”

Zhang Yimou had initially nodded in agreement with the first half of the statement, but his conflict with the Film Association dates back even earlier than Wu Chen's.

But upon hearing the second half of the sentence, his expression immediately turned cold.

"You don't need to worry, I will teach her."

Zhang Weiping was stunned for a moment, then crossed his arms and sneered, "Hmph, I'd like to see what this will turn out to be."

At the same time, thousands of miles away, in Xiangshan Film and Television City, Ningbo, Zhejiang Province.

The place was bustling with activity, and flags were waving in the wind.

The crew of "The Orphan of Zhao" is currently filming on a large scale here. The extras dressed in ancient military uniforms alone form three layers deep, creating an extremely grand scene.

Director Chen Kaige was standing on a high platform, using a walkie-talkie to direct the scheduling of various departments, making final preparations for the morning's shooting schedule.

The chatter of the surrounding staff drifted intermittently into his ears.

The terms "Wu Chen", "Weibo", and "Film Association" were repeatedly mentioned.

His eyes flickered subtly.

He was a council member of the China Film Association. Although he wasn't really a council member, he was still part of it, and his relationship with the association wasn't as strained as that between Zhang Yimou and the association, where they were practically at odds.

"Director Wu is really something."

Beside her, producer Chen Hong looked at her phone and couldn't help but chuckle softly, but then shook her head, "But those words were really blunt. If it were me, I definitely wouldn't dare to say something like that."

"He has the ability to do so," Chen Kai commented quietly, then called over the assistant director, "Get ready to film. Tell them to stop gossiping about unimportant things on set!"

"Okay, Director Chen."

Meanwhile, at No. 25 Dongtucheng Road, Chaoyang District, on the middle floor of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles building.

This is where the Film Association holds its daily offices and internal meetings.

The people in the meeting did not look happy.

"What...what does he mean by that? Is he talking about us?"

A vice chairman with gray hair finally couldn't hold back any longer and broke the silence first, with a hint of anger, "We specifically named and commended him in our report. What an honor that is!"
It's one thing if he doesn't thank us, but what's he trying to do by posting such a sarcastic Weibo post? Is he trying to publicly slap us in the face?

"Old Li, calm down." The leader raised his hand and pressed it down.

"Arrogant! Too arrogant!"

"Does he think he can do whatever he wants just because he has Oscars, Cannes, and Berlin awards?"

People continued to speak out in criticism, but after they finished speaking, they would exchange glances and fall silent again.

Putting aside whether this counts as yin and yang, the most crucial point is that they really have no way to deal with him.

Criticize him? On what grounds? He only posted a few words, and even the punctuation marks are full of room for interpretation.

If you accuse him of being sarcastic, he can say he's just being modest.

Besides, they are the ones who need Wu Chen's help right now.
It seems like I'm destined to suffer this in silence.

Thinking about this, everyone had different thoughts, but they all unanimously thought of next year. Who the hell should step forward next year?

"Please don't let it be me."

Kang Jianming picked up his teacup, blew away the foam, and inwardly groaned.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, filming for *Interstellar* continued the following day in the studio, except for one visitor: Scarlett Johansson.

The other party had given prior notice, so Wu Chen was not surprised.

Several large boxes of the famous "Sprinkles" cupcakes and hundreds of cups of coffee were placed on the long table in the rest area.

Just like when visiting a film set in China, no one comes empty-handed.

Scarlett Johansson spotted Liu Yifei immediately as she emerged from the sleep pod set after filming a scene, and a bright smile spread across her face as she opened her arms to greet her.

"Long time no see, Crystal," Scarlett said, looking Liu Yifei up and down. "This spacesuit suits you so well, it's so cool and beautiful!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Haven't you found anything to praise?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen rolled his eyes at Scarlett. In pursuit of realism, this spacesuit sacrificed most of its curves, making it appear highly functional.

"Wu, you have no sense of humor at all."

Seeing this, Liu Yifei couldn't help but pat Wu Chen on the shoulder.

Wu Chen glanced at the dazzling array of food on the table, clapped his hands, and called out to the entire room, "OK, everyone take a fifteen-minute break! Scarlett has prepared snacks and coffee for everyone!"

"Thank you, Scarlett!"

Wow, it's Sprinkles!

The crew members let out a relaxed cheer, and the tense atmosphere instantly eased.

"I heard you've already landed a Marvel role," Wu Chen said casually.

Scarlett Johansson's portrayal of "Black Widow" Natasha Romanoff in "Iron Man 2" has attracted a lot of attention.

Scarlett shrugged, took a sip of her coffee, and said with a hint of uncertainty, "They say I'm okay. It's just the beginning, and I don't know if Marvel will be a success."

Scarlett Johansson spoke casually at this moment, seemingly unaware of the potential rewards this role would bring her in the future.

Wu Chen smiled but didn't point it out.

Liu Yifei, however, looked around and asked curiously, "By the way, where's Rui'an? You two used to be inseparable."

Scarlett's smile remained unchanged. She tossed her blonde curls and spoke casually:
"Oh, he's filming 'Green Lantern' for Warner Bros., and he's sparking something special with his co-star, a girl named Blake Lively."

Liu Yifei's smile froze.

That's a difficult question to answer.

Looking at the other person's nonchalant and composed attitude, she was a little taken aback and could only subconsciously whisper, with a hint of apology, "..."
"Feel sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for. We're getting a divorce. Things have already gone wrong, it was bound to happen sooner or later."

She didn't seem to care about it at all.

"Director, our break is almost over." Just then, a staff member called out.

Wu Chen nodded, put down his coffee, and turned his gaze back to the monitor.

Scarlett, however, had already picked up a donut and smiled casually: "You guys continue."

Meanwhile, in Cannes, France...

Jiang Wen and producer Ma Ke, who were promoting the screening of "Let the Bullets Fly," were surrounded by a group of domestic reporters outside the hotel.

As the two were discussing the film's overseas distribution prospects, a reporter suddenly shoved a microphone into Jiang Wen's mouth.

"Director Jiang, what are your thoughts on Director Wu Chen's response on Weibo yesterday?"

Jiang Wen and Ma Ke exchanged a glance, somewhat surprised.

"Wait a minute," Jiang Wen frowned, "What happened?"

"Director Jiang, don't you know?" the reporter asked in return.

Jiang Wen spat out a "pui!" and a brash, Beijing-accented manner came through him as he pointed at the reporter, cursing and swearing:
"That's exactly what I mean by not knowing! You're just trying to trick me into saying something because you think I don't know? I know exactly what you're up to, trying to get me to make up some random comments so you can create some hype for tomorrow's headline!"

The reporter was taken aback by his retort, but wasn't annoyed; he just gave an awkward smile.

Everyone in the circle knows that Jiang Wen has a fiery temper and a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) spirit.

It's basically an attitude of "those who want to listen, listen; those who don't, get lost."

If he actually curses at you, it actually means he's in a good mood.

Jiang Wen ignored him and took out his phone to check Weibo.

These days, Weibo is definitely the first place to get the latest news on anything.

Sure enough, he found it at a glance.

"I've read it, but don't follow my example, Director Wu. What do you mean by this?" Ma Ke also came over to take a look. Looking at the few simple words, he hesitated, clearly not understanding yet.

On the contrary, Jiang Wen understood it instantly after just one glance.

“Well done.”

(End of this chapter)