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The cutlery clinked against the porcelain plate with a crisp sound.

Liu Qianqian's cheeks were bulging, showing none of the refined demeanor expected of a female celebrity.

She swiftly forked the last piece of beef into her mouth, mumbling indistinctly.

"Dad, this is delicious."

Yu Le took the empty plates away and threw them into the sink.

"After you've eaten, go memorize the script."

"Tomorrow's scene is all physical work, so get some sleep."

......

The next day.

Burbank Studios, Studio 3.

A 100-ton industrial-grade hydraulic lift roared to life.

A 50-meter-long replica of a Parisian street was raised entirely, creating an exaggerated 30-degree tilt. Cafe tables, streetlights, and newsstands along the street were all firmly fixed to the ground with massive steel nails.

This is the highlight of Adenie's dream of folding the city.

Nolan stood behind the monitor, holding a walkie-talkie, staring at the sloping street.

David, a veteran Hollywood action director, strode over and pointed to the steep slope.

"Director, this tilt angle is too dangerous."

"The actors were wearing high heels and couldn't maintain their balance at all, let alone dodging explosions while running."

David turned to look at Liu Qianqian, who was standing to the side doing warm-up exercises.

"Crystal is too thin. I suggest using a stunt double for the long shots in this scene, and cutting to a close-up of her body for the medium shots."

Nolan frowned.

Using a stunt double would disrupt the continuity of the shots, but using the lead actor is too risky.

This made even a perfectionist like him hesitate.

Liu Qianqian stopped stretching her legs.

She took off her long down jacket, revealing a burgundy French trench coat and black high-heeled ankle boots underneath.

"Director, I can do it myself."

David waved his hands repeatedly.

"Crystal, this is no joke."

After Liu Qianqian politely expressed her gratitude to David,

He walked straight toward the street that sloped at a 30-degree angle.

Reaching the bottom of the slope, she bent over, placed her hands on the stone path, and exerted force with her legs.

He was lifted into the air and landed steadily on the sloping surface.

The special effects crew members who were setting up the explosives all stopped what they were doing and turned around in unison.

Liu Qianqian stood on the hillside and made a hand gesture towards the monitor.

"Director, we can start anytime."

Nolan no longer hesitated.

"All departments, take your positions!"

"Demolition team, prepare!"

The stage manager claps the clapperboard.

"Action!"

The blowers hidden on both sides of the street are running at full power.

The wind howled.

Liu Qianqian sprinted against the 30-degree steep slope. Her burgundy trench coat fluttered in the wind.

Her steps were extremely steady, her core strength bursting forth, each step precisely landing on the seams of the stone slabs.

"boom!"

The fruit stand on the left exploded.

Apples and sawdust flew everywhere.

Liu Qianqian didn't pause at all. She pressed down on the edge of the overturned coffee table in front of her with one hand, using the momentum to lift herself into the air.

With a clean side roll, it cleared the obstacle.

Upon landing, he bent his right leg to absorb the impact and slid forward to avoid the shattered glass window on his right.

The entire set of movements was fluid and seamless, without a single unnecessary pause.

Lightweight and visually striking.

She rushed to the top of the slope, and as required by the script, she suddenly turned around, her face showing the terror and shock of a dream collapsing.

"Card!"

Nolan yelled from behind the monitor.

"Perfect!"

David stood there, marveling.

"My God. Chinese Kung Fu is real!"

Leonardo DiCaprio stood on the sidelines with a coffee in his hand.

He looked at the Eastern girl on the hilltop, who was neither out of breath nor flushed, and silently withdrew his gaze.

If I anger her, I probably won't be able to withstand a kick from her.

.......

Beijing.

The screening room inside the August First Film Studio.

The air conditioning is on full blast.

Wu Jing, wearing a faded black short-sleeved shirt, sat on the far side of the first row.

His skin was tanned dark red, his cheeks were sunken, and there was a scar on his arm that hadn't fully healed.

This is a memento taken during filming on location in Africa.

Director Chen sat in the middle.

Beside him sat three elderly people dressed in ordinary clothes.

"Little Chen."

The elderly leader in the middle is leaning on a cane with both hands.

"You called a bunch of old folks here just to watch a commercial film?"

"Most young people nowadays who make military-themed films are just using military uniforms to fall in love."

"This is utter nonsense."

Director Chen smiled ingratiatingly.

"Sir, please take a look first."

"This film is absolutely different."

The lights in the screening room went out.

The large screen lights up.

There are no lengthy narrations, and no grand, righteous preaching.

The film opens by immediately venturing into the Somali Sea.

On the turbulent sea, pirates hijacked a cargo ship.

Wu Jing, who plays Leng Feng, plunges headfirst into the sea.

Underwater battle.

There's nothing fancy about it.

A chokehold, disarming, and a fatal blow.

The dull, resonant sounds of each punch landing were transmitted to everyone's ears through the surround sound system.

The old leader's expression gradually became serious.

The plot moves forward rapidly.

African rebellion, mercenary massacres, evacuation operations.

Tanks drifted at high speed through the ruins, their cannons exchanging fire.

Heavy machine gun fire swept through the area, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.

As Leng Feng raised the bright red national flag with one arm, he crossed the combat zone.

All the gunfire stopped abruptly.

The last line of text appeared on the screen:

Those who offend China, no matter how far away, will be punished.

The movie has ended.

The lights came on.

The screening room was deathly silent.

Wu Jing pressed his hands tightly against his knees, the veins on the back of his hands bulging. He even slowed his breathing.

A full minute passed.

The old leader in the middle suddenly stood up.

"good!"

"This is the true spirit of our Chinese soldiers!"

"No spineless cowards! No sissies!"

He turned his head and stared at Director Chen.

Who made this film?

Director Chen immediately stood up straight.

"Reporting to the commander, it is invested by Salty Fish Entertainment, with Wu Jing as director and lead actor."

The old leader looked at Wu Jing, who was sitting in the corner.

He strode over, stretched out his calloused hand, and patted Wu Jing heavily on the shoulder.

"Good job, young man."

Wu Jing suddenly stood up straight and gave a perfectly standard military salute.

The old leader turned to look at Director Chen and gave him the order directly.

When will this movie be released?

"Reporting to the leader, we are still going through the approval process for the theatrical release."

"What procedure are we going to follow!"

The old leader waved his hand.

"August 1st!"

"Notify the military region to organize a group screening for the troops!"

"I contacted the broadcasting company, and everything went smoothly!"

"Our military is supporting this movie!"

Director Chen stood with his feet together.

"yes!"