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"Human mercenary captain, you used a Chinese man named Wu Jing?"

"You appointed a Chinese man named Zou Zhaolong to Sutai of the Na'vi tribe?"

"You even replaced the protagonist Jake Sully's second-in-command with a Chinese face!"

Richard stood up and placed his hands on the table.

"This doesn't align with Hollywood's business logic!"

"Our main market is North America! Audiences need to see familiar white or Black faces! Crowding so many Chinese people like this doesn't fit the market!"

Yu Le leaned back in his chair.

"Business logic?"

"The Devil Wears Prada has grossed over $100 million at the North American box office."

"The main character is a Chinese girl."

Yu Le stared at Richard.

"You're trying to talk to me about business logic?"

Richard got stuck.

"But..." Richard wanted to argue.

"No buts," Yu Le interrupted him.

I'm fully funding this movie.

"Fox is just the distributor."

Yu Le extended a finger and tapped the table.

"If you feel it's inappropriate..."

"We can change our publisher to Paramount."

Richard broke out in a cold sweat, stunned by Yu Le's tough stance.

"Mr. Yu, I'm just making a suggestion." Richard immediately put on a smile.

"Your eye for talent is always impeccable; this casting... is simply perfect!"

Richard picked up the list and carefully placed it back in front of Yu Le.

Yu Le picked up the thermos.

"That's right."

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." In my case, I am part of the local customs.

.....

in the afternoon.

Motion capture testing shed.

When Liu Qianqian pushed the door open and came in, Yu Le almost spat out the water in her mouth.

She was wearing a black, tight-fitting motion capture suit covered with dense green reflective dots.

She was wearing a specially made helmet with a bracket extending from the front, from which hung a miniature camera, pointing directly at her face.

"Dad, what are you laughing at!" Liu Qianqian stomped her foot angrily.

Yu Le wiped his mouth: "No, it's just that you look like a spotted dog that just crawled out of the jungle."

Liu Qianqian walked over angrily.

"Dad! Can't you say something nice?"

She pointed to the camera above her head.

"This thing is so heavy, it's making my neck hurt."

Yu Le's smile faded.

"Nedyri is the most skilled hunter on Pandora."

"You not only have to get used to this weight, but you also have to make the most agile movements with it."

Several Hollywood action directors nearby exchanged glances.

Action director Tom stepped forward.

"Crystal, we need to test your physical coordination."

Tom handed him a specially made longbow.

"Nedylee is a parkour expert in the jungle. You'll need to complete a series of jumps and shots in this obstacle course."

Tom pointed to the obstacle course ahead, made of foam pads and wooden crates.

The foreigners didn't think much of the Chinese girl, after all, she looked so thin.

Liu Qianqian took the longbow.

I weighed it.

She did not speak.

They went straight to the starting line.

"Are you ready?" Tom asked.

Liu Qianqian nodded.

"Action!"

Liu Qianqian suddenly darted out.

Extremely fast.

She kicked off the first wooden crate, and her body soared into the air.

It completed an extremely graceful turn in mid-air.

Upon landing, it rolls on the spot to dissipate the impact.

Immediately afterwards, she used her legs to propel herself onto a two-meter-high platform.

A person is in mid-air.

Draw the bow.

Nock the arrow.

"Whoosh!"

The specially made blunt-tipped arrow accurately hit a moving bullseye ten meters away.

The whole set of actions flows smoothly.

There was no unnecessary fuss or unnecessary details.

The action instructors standing nearby were completely dumbfounded.

Mark frantically typed on the keyboard in front of the monitor.

On the screen, the rough model of the Na'vi, generated in real time from reflective dots, perfectly reproduced Liu Qianqian's movements just now.

It is full of power.

"That's awesome!" Mark shouted.

"The muscle activation is so realistic, it doesn't need any post-production retouching!"

Liu Qianqian jumped off the platform.

Throw the bow to Tom.

She walked up to Yu Le and raised her chin.

"How was that? Impressive, right?"

Yu Le unscrewed the thermos.

"Not bad, I didn't fall flat on my face."

........

a few days later.

The temporary camp in Wulingyuan, western Hunan, has become lively.

Several buses were parked in the open space outside the camp.

The car door opened.

The Hollywood actors disembarked one after another.

Sam, who plays the male lead Jack, is carrying a worn-out canvas bag.

He was a relatively unknown newcomer, looking around with curiosity about everything around him.

Yu Le sat on a folding chair at the entrance of the camp, with a wheelchair next to him.

Sam walked up to Yu Le and bowed slightly.

"Boss, I'm here to report for duty."

Yu Le kicked the wheelchair next to him. The wheelchair slid to Sam's feet.

"Sit down," Yu Le said.

Sam was stunned.

"Jack is a Marine who is paralyzed from the waist down. In the days leading up to filming, you'll be taking care of everything on this machine, from eating and drinking to using the toilet."

Sam swallowed hard and obediently sat in his wheelchair.

A burly white man stepped off another bus.

Stephen, who plays the villainous colonel.

Stephen was wearing a tight vest, his exaggerated biceps making the clothes bulge.

Richard followed behind Stephen.

Stephen looked around at the simple prefabricated houses.

"Richard, is this the set of that $200 million blockbuster you were talking about?"

Stephen pointed to the distant mountains.

"Are we really going to film a sci-fi movie in this primeval forest? There isn't even a decent hotel?"

Richard spread his hands.

"It's the boss's decision. We just need to get paid and do our jobs."

Stephen snorted and strode into the action training booth in front.

Inside the training shed.

Wu Jing and Zou Zhaolong were stretching in the corner.

The two men, dressed in ordinary gray tracksuits, were discussing the script.

Stephen walked over and looked down at them.

"Hey guys. You're my mercenary underlings?"

Stephen asked loudly in English.

The accompanying translator quickly translated the words to Wu Jing.

Wu Jing straightened up and twisted his neck. The bones made a cracking sound.

"I am Wu Jing." He extended his right hand.

Stephen did not shake hands.

He raised his hand and patted Wu Jing on the shoulder.

"Dude, you're too skinny. Mercenaries need this kind of build."

Stephen bent his arm and showed off his biceps.

Collin Chou, who was stretching his legs nearby, replied in fluent English.

"Being big doesn't mean you can fight. Pigs have a lower body fat percentage than you."

Stephen understood the English, and his facial features instantly scrunched up.

"Would you like to try Hollywood-style fighting?"

Stephen took off his vest and threw it on the ground.

Wu Jing stopped Zou Zhaolong.

"Brother Long, I'll handle this. This foreigner's pretty arrogant."

Yu Le pulled up a folding chair at some point and sat by the door, looking like she was watching a show.

Stephen assumed a standard boxing stance.

It nimbly bounced on the mat.

Wu Jing stood still, his hands hanging naturally at his sides.

Stephen shouted and threw a right straight punch straight at Wu Jing's face.

The wind howled from the punch.

Wu Jing tilted his head. A fist grazed his ear.

Wu Jing grabbed Stephen's wrist with his left hand and pressed it down.

At the same time, his right foot cut between Stephen's legs.

His shoulder slammed forward.

boom.

Stephen stumbled back a few steps and landed on the foam mat.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

Stephen lay on the mat, his mind blank.

He tried to get up, but the feeling of a stitch in his side made it impossible for him to get up for a while.

Wu Jing walked over and extended a hand.

"Thank you for your concession."