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Liu Qianqian looked at Yu Le and took a deep breath.

He clutched those few pages of the outline tightly to his chest.

"it is good."

"I'll take it."

Yu Le nodded in satisfaction.

.......

the next day.

Salty Fish Entertainment Headquarters.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was heavy.

Old Wang, Yang Nuo, and several core members of the production department were all present.

Yu Le sat in the main seat.

He threw the script outline of "Nanjing Photo Studio" on the table.

"This is the company's key project going forward."

"There is no budget cap."

"All resources are being channeled into this project."

Old Wang picked up the outline and read it through.

His brows were furrowed.

"Mr. Yu, this topic is too sensitive."

"Getting approved in China isn't difficult, after all, it's politically correct."

"But releasing it overseas... would be extremely difficult."

Old Wang was telling the truth.

"Western markets are not very interested in World War II themes told from an Eastern perspective."

"Especially films like this that purely expose the atrocities committed by the Japanese army."

Yang Nuo echoed this sentiment.

"Yes, Mr. Yu."

"And Japan will definitely boycott it fiercely."

"Japan accounts for a large proportion of our box office revenue in Asia."

"Once this film is released, our market in Japan may be completely gone."

Yu Le picked up his thermos and took a sip of water.

He slammed the cup down on the table.

boom.

The sound echoed throughout the conference room.

"Once it's gone, it's gone."

Yu Le surveyed the entire audience.

"Does Salty Fish Entertainment really need that little bit of money right now?"

"We make movies to make money."

"But some movies are made to prove a point!"

"I'll communicate with Old Mike."

"In the North American market, it must be released across all channels."

"Westerners don't like it?"

"Then use the best cinematography and the most stunning audiovisual effects to keep them glued to their seats and make them watch it all!"

Old Wang and Yang Nuo exchanged a glance.

They know Yu Le too well.

Once Yu Le has made a decision, nothing can sway him.

"clear."

Old Wang nodded.

"I immediately contacted the best art directors and historical consultants in the country."

"Set construction takes time; we need to recreate Nanjing in 1937 on a one-to-one scale."

"Go and do it."

Yu Le waved.

End of the meeting.

Yu Le stayed in the office.

He dialed old Mike's number.

"Boss."

Old Mike's voice was as respectful as ever.

"Mike."

Yu Le immediately got to the point.

"Ready to take over a new project."

"Nanjing Photo Studio"

"The subject matter concerns the massacres committed by Japan in China during World War II."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Old Mike was a shrewd Jew.

He immediately recognized the commercial risks and political obstacles of the project.

"Boss, this is a niche subject in Hollywood."

"Moreover, Japanese capital has a deep penetration into Hollywood."

"The resistance will be enormous."

I don't care how much resistance there is.

Yu Le's tone left no room for argument.

"Aren't you Jewish?" (He adds, "Israel is a scoundrel.")

"You should know better than anyone that if the suffering of a nation is not remembered by the world, then such suffering may be repeated."

This statement immediately struck at Old Mike's weak spot.

"Understood, Boss."

Old Mike's tone turned serious.

"I will use all available resources."

"Even if it means going head-to-head with the major theater chains, I will guarantee this film's screenings in North America."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Le leaned back in his large chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

A month later.

Huairou Film and Television Base.

Salty Fish Entertainment has booked the largest plot of land, and hundreds of construction workers are working day and night to complete the project.

Cranes stood tall, welding lights flashed.

They want to recreate several core streets of Nanjing in the 1930s here.

Yu Le, wearing a safety helmet, walked on the construction site with several white-haired historians.

"Director Yu."

An elderly expert pointed to the blueprints.

"The photo studio is located on this street corner, and the surrounding buildings must have a style that is a blend of Chinese and Western elements."

"The fonts on the street signs also need to match the characteristics of that era."

Yu Le listened very attentively.

"Rest assured, every detail will be strictly controlled."

"Even a patch on an extra's costume must have a historical basis."

In the temporary prefabricated houses not far away.

Liu Qianqian is in class.

I cut my hair short.

Every day, I learn the local dialect from the descendants of two Nanjing Massacre survivors.

It is also necessary to understand the demeanor and lifestyle of female college students in that era.

She was wearing a gray, coarse cloth cheongsam.

She had no makeup on her face.

To fit the image of a refugee in the later stages of the war, she even started dieting.

Her already thin face is now even more angular.

When Liu Xiaoli came to visit the set, she was so heartbroken that she burst into tears.

"Sisi, why are you doing this to yourself?"

Liu Xiaoli held her daughter's hand.

"You have everything you could ever want now, why do you insist on taking on such a painful role?"

Liu Qianqian shook her head.

"Mom, please don't try to persuade me anymore."

"Dad is right, some things just have to be done by someone."

"Since I have such good resources, I can't just make those love movies."

She picked up a thick document from the table.

Collection of Historical Materials on the Nanjing Massacre

"Mom, look at these written records, look at this photo... I've been dreaming about these things every night for the past few nights. When I saw these real events, I realized that the suffering I endured before was nothing at all."

"I'm just dieting now, just losing weight, while they... they've been deprived of even the right to live. I don't know what I can do for them, but at least I can play this role well."

........

night.

Yu Le returned home.

Dongdong is drawing on the coffee table.

The drawing depicts a policeman catching a thief.

"Dad!"

Dongdong raised the painting.

"When I grow up, I want to be a policeman and arrest all the bad guys!"

Yu Le patted his head.

"it is good."

He sat down on the sofa.

A feeling of fatigue washed over me.

During this period, he worked almost non-stop to prepare for the publication of "Nanjing Photo Studio".

My phone vibrated.

It was a message from Yang Nuo.

"Mr. Yu, the media in Japan have heard the news."

"Several right-wing newspapers have started publishing articles attacking Salted Fish Entertainment."

"They say we are maliciously inciting ethnic hatred."

Yu Le looked at the words on the screen.

He gave a cold, forced smile.

So you can't sit still anymore?

The real show hasn't even started yet.

He replied with a message.

Ignore it.

"Let them shout."

The press conference for the start of filming is scheduled for next Monday.

"Invite all foreign media outlets based in China."

.......

weekend.

Saltyfish Entertainment released a concept poster.

There was no prior preparation.

The background of the poster is a black and white ruin.

Dark red snowflakes drifted down from the sky.

In the center of the ruins stands a broken camera lens.

The glass on the lens is shattered.

The reflection showed the backs of several Japanese soldiers holding guns.

In the very center of the poster, there are only five large, blood-red characters.

Nanjing Photo Studio.

The moment this poster was released, the Chinese internet went wild.

"Mr. Yu is going to make a film about Nanjing?!"

"My goodness, a celestial being is starring in such a heavy historical film?"

"No wonder we haven't seen any news about Liu Yifei lately; she's been preparing something big!"

"Support! Anything produced by Mr. Yu is guaranteed to be a masterpiece!"

"Let's slap those Japanese politicians who refuse to admit their mistakes in the face!"

"Just looking at this poster gave me goosebumps; the sense of despair and sorrow is overwhelming... I believe in Mr. Yu; he will definitely be able to do a great job!"