Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

After hanging up Ning Hao's call, Yu Le tossed his phone onto the table and stretched.

After sitting in the office for a while, Yu Le got up and went downstairs, strolling to the animation department.

More than a year has passed, I wonder how things are going with the dumplings.

Although it's called the animation department, it actually occupies an entire floor.

Yu Le spared no expense for the "Ne Zha" project. He crammed the most advanced rendering equipment in China and high-salary special effects talent into this building.

Pushing open the glass door, you're greeted by the low hum of a computer case fan.

The office area was dimly lit, with hundreds of high-end computer screens flashing various colors of light, and the sounds of keyboards and mice clicking filling the air.

Yu Le didn't ask anyone to announce his arrival. With his hands in his pockets, he slowly walked inside.

Passing by several workstations, I saw employees engrossed in meticulously working on the details, unaware that even the boss was standing behind them.

Walking into the innermost private office, the door was open. Director Jiaozi, sporting huge dark circles under his eyes, was scratching his head while looking at an original drawing on the screen.

Yu Le walked over and pulled up a chair to sit down.

"Is it stuck?"

Dumpling was startled and turned around abruptly. Upon seeing who it was, she quickly stood up: "Mr. Yu! Why did you come down?"

"I just stopped by to check on the progress." Yu Le waved his hand, gesturing for him to sit down, and pointed to the 3D model on the screen. "What stage are we at?"

On the screen, a model of a little kid with dark circles under his eyes and two topknots is spinning in place. Although it's only a half-finished product, its quirky and adorable quality is already there.

Dumpling scratched her messy hair, her tone excited yet tinged with anxiety: "The character modeling is basically finalized. Now we're mainly working on micro-expressions and motion skeletons. Mr. Yu, this rendering farm of ours is incredibly expensive; every second of hair and lighting is burning through RMB."

"You don't need to worry about the money. Spend the budget I've approved on you as you please." Yu Le leaned closer to the screen and examined it for a while. "This Nezha has the unruly look in his face, but his physique is still a bit lacking."

Dumpling was stunned: "Body shape?"

"Yes." Yu Le took the mouse and gestured on the model. "He's a prodigy, an outcast who grew up oppressed by societal prejudices, not some well-behaved child. Your posture is too stiff right now. Let his shoulders sag a little, and his back hunch slightly. With his hands in his crotch, he should walk with a 'I don't care about anyone, I'm the best' kind of reckless attitude."

Dumpling's mind went blank for a moment, as if she had grasped something crucial.

He quickly adjusted the parameters of the skeletal nodes.

With a few parameters changed, Nezha on the screen slumped his shoulders, tucked his hands into his waistband, and his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation.

That kind of spirit, which is both dejected and arrogant, decadent yet indomitable, immediately stood firm!

Dumpling slapped her thigh, almost jumping up in excitement: "Absolutely brilliant! That's the taste! Mr. Yu, your eye is amazing! Just one adjustment and the character comes alive!"

Yu Le smiled, stood up, and patted him on the shoulder: "The general direction is fine, keep working on the details. There's no need to rush. What I want is a film that can blow up the entire Chinese animated film market. Slow and steady wins the race, understand?"

"Understood! You can hold it then!"

........

Over the next two days, the preparation work for the film "My Motherland" started like a heavy machine with a full tank of fuel, rumbling and running.

Production director Lao Wang has been working non-stop these past two days, and his voice has become hoarse from making so many phone calls.

On the afternoon of the third day, Lao Wang excitedly pushed open the door to Yu Le's office, carrying a thick stack of documents.

"Mr. Yu! It's done! It's all done!" Old Wang gulped down a large mouthful of water and reported breathlessly, "We've contacted all the directors!"

Yu Le didn't even look up, as expected.

Putting aside the current status of his company, Salty Fish Entertainment, in the Chinese entertainment industry, these directors have to give him face just for the fact that these films are made to commemorate national occasions.

"Okay, then pass on the notice: tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM, in Conference Room 1 on the top floor of the company. Print out the script outline, one copy for each person, and put their names on their desks."

The next morning at 9:30.

Conference Room 1 on the top floor of Starlight Entertainment.

This is a luxurious conference room that can accommodate fifty people, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of Beijing's bustling CBD streetscape.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the conference room was eerily quiet.

Several names that are so influential in the domestic film industry that a single stomp of their foot can cause an earthquake are now truly sitting at the same conference table.

Zhang Yimou, wearing his signature black jacket, crossed his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

Chen Kaige held a thermos cup and slowly blew on the tea leaves, exuding the air of a refined scholar.

Feng Xiaogang, wearing a baseball cap, was whispering something to Ning Hao next to him, occasionally letting out a few Beijing slang terms.

Guan Hu, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, looked around at the conference room's decor.

Commercial film directors, leading figures of the Fifth Generation, and emerging geniuses... If these people were to meet, it would be a clash of titans, with none willing to concede to the other.

But today, they are all sitting here obediently, waiting for someone.

10 o'clock sharp.

The conference room door was pushed open.

Yu Le, wearing a simple white shirt with the cuffs casually rolled up at his elbows, walked in with a light step, holding a stack of bound scripts in his hand.

He didn't bring an assistant, and there was no pomp or circumstance.

But with his arrival, the various atmospheres that had been intertwined in the conference room were instantly suppressed.

Feng Xiaogang stopped talking, Zhang Yimou opened his eyes, and Chen Kaige put down his thermos.

"Everyone, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Yu Le walked to the head seat, pulled out a chair and sat down, casually tossing the stack of scripts onto the large solid wood table.

"Everyone's very busy, so I'll skip the formalities." Yu Le leaned back slightly, his hands clasped over his stomach. "I've invited everyone here today for only one thing: to make a good film, 'My People, My Country,' a tribute to the 60th anniversary of the founding of our nation. Each director will have a story to tell."

He slightly raised his chin, gesturing for Old Wang to distribute the scripts.

"This is the outline and part of the script. Guan Hu, *The Eve*. Director Zhang, *Encounter*. Xue Xiaolu, *Return*....."