I am a historical film director in the entertainment industry.

A series of reports smearing Cheng Sheng and accusing the production team were published, quickly dominating local newspapers and trending on the internet.

In just half a day, the entire Guli network was in an uproar, with public opinion overwhelmingly against Cheng Sheng and countless netizens joining in the condemnation and boycotting the entire Huaxia production team.

Major local newspapers reprinted and forwarded the story, further amplifying the negative impact.

It must be said that the thinking of some people in Guli is particularly bizarre.

The world knows that the Ganges River is filthy and chaotic, cow urine is worshipped as a sacred substance, and open-air toilets are everywhere. Yet, the entire nation is blindly arrogant and extremely sensitive, unable to tolerate others facing history squarely or allowing any discrimination.

Online, a large number of netizens from Guli expressed their outrage and called on the authorities to completely ban Cheng Sheng and permanently prohibit Cheng Sheng and his film crew from entering India.

When Cheng Sheng saw these outrageous remarks, he was completely dumbfounded.

He's a Chinese director who's filming normally overseas and respecting historical facts, yet he's being called for a boycott by a group of people from the ancient country. It's utterly ridiculous.

Whose territory is this anyway? It's utterly outrageous for a foreign citizen to demand a boycott of directors and film crews from other countries. It's completely overstepping their bounds and putting the cart before the horse.

What made him even more dumbfounded was that the vast majority of Indian netizens echoed and agreed, collectively pressuring the local government to take strong measures to punish the film crew.

Looking at the screen full of blind arrogance and inability to distinguish right from wrong, Cheng Sheng really wanted to throw a bucket of Ganges water at them to wake them up and make them recognize reality.

Although he was completely disdainful and didn't take these mindless opinions seriously, Cheng Sheng still clearly felt the hostility of reality the next morning.

When the film crew went out, ate, or filmed on location, the looks they received from passersby and service staff were filled with indifference, rejection, and hostility. It was clear that they had been completely swayed by online public opinion and were full of prejudice and hostility towards the film crew.

Early in the morning, the translator approached Cheng Sheng with a bitter smile and a weary expression, his tone full of helplessness: "Director, I contacted a bunch of local actors last night, but no one was willing to take our role. As soon as they heard it was your production and they wanted to play the role of an official in Guli, they hung up on the spot. Some of them even started hurling insults. We just couldn't communicate with them at all."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Sheng felt a surge of anger.

Do you really think that such a large production crew can't function at all without a few Indian actors?
Isn't the goal simply to find actors with similar skin tones and body types? If Indians won't act, then no acting!

The populations of neighboring Southeast Asian countries have similar skin tones and physical appearances, so any substitute can be found.

As for acting skills, he has nothing to worry about.

He possesses the ultimate advantage of creating an immersive experience. Even ordinary people with no acting experience can instantly transform into powerful actors with natural acting skills and rich emotions after his precise guidance and atmosphere, fully capable of carrying the role.

With this in mind, Cheng Sheng immediately instructed the translator to abandon the local actors and instead find ordinary people from Southeast Asia with similar skin color to replace them in the roles.

The translator breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to the stubborn xenophobic local actors, finding Southeast Asian foreigners was obviously much easier, and he immediately went out to look for them.

Sure enough, not long after, the translator brought back a young Indonesian man.

The other person's skin color, body shape, and facial features perfectly match the characteristics of the locals in Guli, and their physical appearance is a perfect fit for the role.

Cheng Sheng glanced at it, feeling quite satisfied, and nodded to himself. This translator was reliable and had excellent execution skills; every task was completed and every request was answered, deserving of praise.

Once this overseas shoot is completely finished, he will definitely give the other party a generous raise and will not be stingy with the compensation.

The young Indonesian man was both surprised and excited to learn that he could participate in the film shoot, and his attitude was exceptionally respectful.

Without any airs of a big star or unreasonable demands, he listened attentively to and fully cooperated with all of Cheng Sheng's performance requests, diligently memorizing lines and studying expressions, putting in extra effort.

In just over an hour of coaching, refinement, and correction, the new actor not only memorized all the lines but also accurately grasped the character's expressions, posture, and emotional rhythm, fully meeting the standards for filming.

With everything ready, Cheng Sheng immediately waved his hand and announced the official start of filming.

The moment he turned on the computer, Cheng Sheng felt a strong sense of unease.

The atmosphere was unusually oppressive, eerily quiet, like the stillness before a storm.

He couldn't explain where this premonition came from, but his intuition over the years had always been accurate.

The current situation is delicate and the public opinion is dangerous. There are too many variables in a foreign land, and things could change if we wait too long. We must act quickly, finish the last scenes as soon as possible, wrap up filming completely, and leave to avoid all unknown risks.

"Power on!"

As the clapperboard fell crisply, Cheng Sheng quietly activated his immersive experience, standing behind the monitor, intently watching every performance detail and every shot arrangement on the screen.

Standing to the side, Pengda Mo watched the new actor's smooth, natural, and delicate performance on camera, his face full of shock. He couldn't help but mutter in amazement, "Boss, are you sure this is an ordinary person? Not a professionally trained actor? This acting is just too good!"

Cheng Sheng smiled faintly and casually explained, "I was lucky to meet a film and television enthusiast who is naturally gifted and insightful. With proper training and dedication, even if I don't become a top star, I can still be a stable third-tier artist."

"It's far beyond a third-tier actor." Pang Ho-cheung exclaimed repeatedly, "His emotional control, physical presence, and attention to detail—after years of dedicated practice, he's definitely at the level of a Best Actor!"

Cheng Sheng did not refute this.

The secrets involved are not for outsiders to know.

Without the immersive atmosphere, emotional engagement, and meticulous attention to detail that comes with being there, this ordinary person would be stiff, awkward, and unbearable to watch, let alone carry a role.

During a break in filming, Cheng Sheng, with a serious expression, turned to Peng Da Mo and solemnly instructed him: "Once this scene is finished, you must immediately arrange for everyone to pack up the equipment and organize the props. Move all the equipment to the cargo fleet and store it in one place. Do not move it to the hotel."

The bloated demon paused for a moment, then instantly understood the implication and asked in a low voice, "Boss, are you worried that the online controversy might cause trouble?"

“That’s right.” Cheng Sheng said solemnly, “Guli is a place where people are inherently both inferior and arrogant. They are easily swayed by public opinion and manipulated by those with ulterior motives. Right now, the entire internet is targeting our crew, and public sentiment is high. It’s hard to guarantee that some extremists won’t do anything irrational. We are in a foreign country, so safety comes first. After filming wraps up, we will immediately evacuate and return home. We will not linger.”

"Understood! I'll arrange for men to be on standby immediately!" The bloated demon nodded instantly, fully recognizing the gravity of the situation. (End of Chapter)