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Next, the Inception crew entered its most intensive filming period.

Today's filming focused on the core scene of the weightless fight in the hotel corridor.

Nolan refused to use any CG effects to complete this scene.

His team built a giant corridor that could rotate 360 ​​degrees directly in the studio.

The entire steel structure weighs tens of tons and is driven by a hydraulic motor, enabling it to rotate at different speeds and angles.

The actors need to perform fight scenes in this constantly rotating corridor while maintaining the continuity of their performances.

Liu Qianqian did not have any scenes in this movie today.

She stood behind the monitor, watching Joseph tumble, fight, and crash into the walls in the rotating corridor.

After seven or eight takes, Joseph Gordon-Levitt emerged from the corridor with his arms covered in bruises.

Liu Qianqian subconsciously rubbed her arm.

"This is too outrageous."

Nolan walked over, holding a storyboard in his hand.

"Crystal, it's your turn the day after tomorrow."

"I don't plan to use special effects for your dream scene that folds up the streets of Paris."

"We will build a real street that is tilted at a 30-degree angle. You will need to run on it while performing all the emotional acts."

Liu Qianqian nodded.

"No problem, director."

He said it was no problem, but he was already cursing in his heart.

Nolan, that Brit, really doesn't treat actors like human beings.

No wonder Hollywood calls him the "practical filming maniac".

During a break in filming.

Liu Qianqian returned to her rest trailer.

She unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, took two gulps, and casually picked up her phone.

Open Facebook.

The moment the page loaded, she almost sprayed water onto the screen.

Number of followers.

One million three hundred thousand.

Just three days ago, this number was just over 600,000.

Since the release of Avatar, her Facebook account has been gaining hundreds of thousands of followers every day.

The comments section was filled with English, Spanish, French, and Japanese.

"I love you" and "Queen" in various languages ​​are intertwined.

The pinned post was a casual selfie she posted on set yesterday.

Wearing an Adonis burgundy trench coat, holding a Starbucks cup, she gave a slight smile to the camera.

There are over 60,000 comments below.

"Crystal, you're so beautiful! Marry me!"

"Queen Pandora has arrived! Everyone, stand up!"

"I've watched Avatar seven times, and every single time it's for you."

Liu Qianqian took her phone and ran to find Yu Le.

Yu Le was sitting under a parasol outside the studio, twisting the lid of his thermos, talking to Nolan's producer about the budget.

"Dad!"

Liu Qianqian shoved her phone screen right in front of his face.

"One million followers! One million on Facebook!"

Yu Le glanced at it.

"oh."

Just one word.

Liu Qianqian's enthusiasm was instantly dampened.

"Can't you even react at all?"

Yu Le tightened the lid of the thermos and placed it on the small table.

"A million Facebook followers? That's nothing in Hollywood. Angelina Jolie could gain two million followers just by sneezing tomorrow."

"Let's talk again when you have ten million Twitter followers!"

Liu Qianqian pouted.

"Ten million? That'll be a long time coming."

"Maybe it won't take that long." Yu Le stood up and patted off non-existent dust from his pants.

"Instead of wasting time, you should go over the blocking for the scene the day after tomorrow a couple more times, so you don't end up like Joseph Gordon-Levitt, covered in bruises."

Liu Qianqian stuffed her phone into her pocket, stuck out her tongue, and turned to run back to the rehearsal space.

.......

Meanwhile, in New York, on Wall Street.

Inside an unassuming office building.

The sound of the keyboard being struck was as dense as a torrential downpour.

A trader quickly walked up to Luo Xiang.

"Boss."

"We have already bought more than $800 million in subprime mortgage put options."

"We've almost completely drained the market's liquidity."

He handed Luo Xiang a summary report.

"We pay two million dollars in option fees every day."

"The unrealized losses on the books have reached 15 percent."

However, Luo Xiang gave him only two simple words.

"Fully stocked."

Just then.

Financial news was being broadcast on a television set in the center of the trading room.

A CNBC host is making sarcastic remarks about the market in an extremely exaggerated tone.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"Some interesting anomalies have recently emerged in the market."

"Several mysterious offshore funds are aggressively shorting our real estate market!"

"They seem to believe that there will be a large-scale default on those AAA-rated subprime loans."

The host couldn't help but burst into laughter in front of the camera.

"This is simply the biggest joke of the century."

"The US real estate market is unbreakable!"

"The bankruptcy of a few small subprime companies is just a normal technical fluctuation in the market."

"Those short sellers will ultimately be crushed to pieces by the giants of Wall Street!"

The television screen switched to an interview with Lehman Brothers' chief analyst.

The analyst, dressed in an expensive striped shirt, had an arrogant expression on his face.

"We are not worried about the default rate at all."

"House prices are always rising."

"Even if someone can't repay the loan, the bank can still make a lot of money by repossessing the house and selling it."

He gave the camera a disdainful smile.

"Shorting subprime mortgages? Ha, only madmen and fools would do that."

......

Evening, Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

Yu Le stood in front of the kitchen counter in the open kitchen.

He returned early, intending to give Chef Sisi a treat after a busy day.

He held a boning knife in his hand, and on the cutting board was a piece of top-grade M9 Wagyu beef.

Cut along the grain of the beef with the knife.

The movements were fluid and graceful.

The phone next to me was on speakerphone.

Luo Xiang's calm and steady voice came through the receiver.

"Boss."

"The funds have been basically used to build up positions."

"The prevailing view on Wall Street remains extremely bullish on the housing market."

"New Century Financial Corporation declared bankruptcy yesterday."

"But the market reaction was lukewarm."

"Everyone thinks this is just an isolated case, a minor setback."

Yu Le put the sliced ​​beef into a transparent glass bowl.

He picked up the grinder and sprinkled in black pepper and sea salt.

"An isolated case?"

Yu Le scoffed lightly.

"That was the first domino to fall."

"Those people on Wall Street are blinded by greed."

"They have no idea how big a powder keg they're sitting on."

He picked up a bottle of extra virgin olive oil.

Pour it into a bowl and mix it well with your hands.

"Old Luo, hold your ground."

"Don't let market sentiment sway you."

"Take on all the deals that the big investment banks are throwing out."

"They're laughing so happily now."

"How tragic it will be when people line up to jump off rooftops in the future."

On the other end of the phone.

Luo Xiang exuded absolute obedience.

"clear."

"Boss."

"I will have my legal team monitor the contract details 24 hours a day."

"We will not leave them any loopholes for breach of contract."

Yu Le hung up the phone.

He pulled out a kitchen paper towel and wiped his hands.

Walk to the large floor-to-ceiling window.

The California sun was still bright and dazzling.

In the distance, downtown Los Angeles is a bustling metropolis with towering skyscrapers.

Who would have thought.

This seemingly indestructible financial empire has long been hollowed out by termites.

People are still celebrating.

They are still paying for those beautifully packaged subprime loans.