Huayu: Starting from joining the mainstream entertainment industry in 96

Chapter 311, Section 309: Popular Broadcast 1
August 15, 2000, 8:05 PM.

Beijing.

Wang Sheng purchased a large single-level apartment.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights glitter like a galaxy, with traffic flowing like a river on the Guomao Bridge, and neon lights painting the night sky in an ambiguous purplish-red hue.

Inside, only a few ambient lights were on, casting a soft, warm glow that blended the luxury and spaciousness of the expansive room with a touch of homey warmth.

On the huge plasma TV screen, the opening credits of "Lurking" were playing.

The deep, suspenseful soundtrack, mixed with the sounds of rain, footsteps, and old-fashioned telephone rings, creates a strong sense of immersion thanks to the Dolby surround sound.

The visuals have been carefully color-graded to evoke the Republican era, with a gray-blue hue that is both nostalgic and oppressive, and every shot exudes the weight of cinema.

Wang Sheng slumped lazily in the leather sofa, one hand casually resting on the armrest, the other hand...

She held a white, jade-like ankle in her hand.

Gao Yuanyuan curled up at the other end of the sofa, wearing Wang Sheng's white shirt. The wide hem just covered the top of her thighs, and her smooth legs were bent, so one foot naturally fell into Wang Sheng's hand.

Her feet were beautiful, slender but not bony, with a thin layer of fair skin on the instep, through which faint blue veins could be seen. Her ten toes were round and cute, painted with a light transparent nail polish that shimmered like pearls in the dim light.

It was clearly "washed several times", and even carried a hint of fresh post-shower fragrance.

Wang Sheng's fingers were casually caressing her ankle bones, sometimes gently pressing the soft indentation of her arch with his fingertips, sometimes pinching her rounded heel, as if he were playing with a piece of warm jade.

Gao Yuanyuan enjoyed this intimate yet subtly controlling attitude.

There's a feeling of being confined.

Her cheeks burned uncontrollably, and her heart was pounding like crazy.

Gao Yuanyuan wanted to focus on watching the drama, but the sensation of her calloused fingertips rubbing against her ankle felt like a subtle electric current, shooting up her spine and making her restless.

"Nervous?" Wang Sheng suddenly spoke, his voice particularly clear during the gap in the opening music, carrying a hint of mockery.

He didn't look at her; his gaze remained fixed on the television screen, as if it were just a casual question.

"No...no." Gao Yuanyuan denied it outright, but her voice was a little strained.

She tried to quietly pull her foot back, but the strong hand gripped it even tighter.

"do not move."

Wang Sheng's tone was calm, yet left no room for argument: "Just watch the show. This is work."

Gao Yuanyuan: Ah~ I love this feeling so much~
……

For most Chinese families, it was just an ordinary summer night.

After dinner, as usual, television sets in every household were tuned to CCTV-1.

After the prime-time program ended, the weather forecast reported that some parts of the country would still experience rainfall.

When the brief advertising period ends.

8:05 PM.

An atmosphere unlike any other began to permeate the airwaves.

On the screen, everything first plunges into darkness. Then, the sound of raindrops hitting the bluestone pavement grows louder and louder, accompanied by a deep and suspenseful orchestral prelude, instantly drawing the audience into a damp, cold, and dangerous context.

The opening sequence unfolds in a somber tone: a mountain town in the rainy night, the wet cobblestone streets reflecting the dim light of streetlights, figures in old-fashioned trench coats and top hats hurrying by, the imposing gates of a secret service agency, the ticking of a telegraph machine intertwined with the occasional gunshot piercing the night sky...

In the rapidly edited shots, Wang Zhiwen's deep and complex eyes, seemingly carrying countless secrets, Jiang Wenli's rustic yet stubbornly vibrant face, Li Youbin's cunning smile, Chen Daoming's sinister and sharp gaze... each character is glimpsed briefly, together constructing a picture of a treacherous and turbulent Republican-era spy war.

The excellent production quality, cinematic lighting and composition, and meticulous details in costumes, props, and sets give the television a solid feel, even on CRT televisions with generally low resolution, instantly capturing the attention of viewers in front of their remotes.

As the opening theme fades, the two powerful characters of the drama's title, "Lurking," crash onto the center of the screen, seemingly carrying immense weight. Two episodes air daily.

Today is the premiere, which means we'll be airing the first two episodes.

The first episode mainly tells the story of Yu Zecheng (played by Wang Zhiwen), a Kuomintang agent, who fails in his mission to protect his fiancée Zuo Lan (played by Li Xiaoran) (who is actually a member of our party) on the eve of the end of the Anti-Japanese War. His superior, Lü Zongfang (played by Li Xuejian), discovers the failure of the mission.

Subsequently, Dai Li, the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau, was furious because the expert Li Haifeng had defected to the Japanese puppet regime, and assigned Yu Zecheng to accompany Lü Zongfang to Nanjing to carry out the assassination.

Yu Zecheng successfully infiltrated Li Haifeng's (Zhang Tielin's cameo role) circle, but Lü Zongfang was shot dead before the rendezvous, leaving Yu Zecheng isolated and helpless.

The second episode mainly tells the story of Yu Zecheng's shocking discovery that Lü Zongfang was actually a member of our party, and that his killing was an order from within the Military Intelligence Bureau. In confusion and indignation, he single-handedly and successfully assassinated the traitor Li Haifeng.

Afterwards, he met with Zuo Lan according to Lü Zongfang's last wish, and Zuo Lan tried to persuade him to defect.

At the same time, Yu Zecheng was pursued and killed by the Japanese puppet regime, but was fortunately rescued by the underground Communist Party.

After this experience, he fully realized the corruption of the Kuomintang government and ultimately chose to join our party, becoming comrades with Zuo Lan.

As the end credits roll, a soothing yet melancholic melody, "Deep Sea," begins to play.

The lyrics seem to be Yu Zecheng's inner monologue, telling the story of the infiltrator's loneliness, struggle and belief.

"My faith is a bottomless sea, surging with the flames within my heart, burning with endless power—it is unwavering loyalty..."

As the song plays, the image freezes on Yu Zecheng's deep gaze as he stares out the window at the night, and on Cuiping's bewildered yet determined face on the train.

at the same time.

Tens of millions of viewers in front of their televisions are discussing it heatedly.

In Beijing, an ordinary working-class family.

Old Wang had just gotten off work and was drinking beer when he became engrossed in the plot.

"Is the Military Intelligence Bureau really this chaotic?" he muttered.

My high school son wanted to switch channels to watch sports news, but he was drawn in by the fast-paced plot and suspenseful atmosphere. "Dad, stop arguing. Will Yu Zecheng betray us later?"

……

Other families were also talking about it.

"Wang Zhiwen's acting skills are amazing. Look at his eyes, they're full of emotion."

"This is such a thrilling start! An assassination mission right off the bat, and then you have to watch your superior get killed!"

"Yu Zecheng is having such a tough time. The woman he likes is from that side of the world, his boss is from that side of the world, and he almost lost his life..."

"Wang Zhiwen's acting was so detailed. The hesitation, fear, and finally the determination in his eyes were all clearly visible."

"Zuo Lan is so brave, she personally turned her fiancé against her own will. This love story is extraordinary."

……

Ouyang Changlin, who has now become the deputy director of Hunan TV, sighed after watching "Lurking": "If only this show could be sold to our station for its premiere..."

……

Here.

Large flat floor.

Gao Yuanyuan showered Wang Sheng with praise, but as she continued, she began to absorb his talent...

(End of this chapter)