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Liu Qianqian was slowly lowered into the water by a crane.

The resistance underwater is extremely high.

With the added weight of the spacesuit, every tiny movement requires ten times the physical exertion of normal activity.

The instructor asked her to perform simulated repairs underwater.

Remove screws and connect cables.

Two full hours.

When Liu Qianqian was pulled out of the water, she could barely stand.

The helmet had just been taken off.

She lay down on the edge of the sink and vomited violently.

The acid in my stomach kept gushing out.

Yu Le stood a few meters away, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

He did not go forward to help.

I just watched quietly.

Instructor Lei walked over and handed Liu Qianqian a towel.

"If you can't stand it, go back to filming those romantic idol dramas." Instructor Lei's tone was completely flat.

Liu Qianqian took the towel and wiped the filth from the corner of her mouth.

She took a deep breath.

His face was deathly pale, but his eyes were extremely bright.

"Instructor, I'm done throwing up."

Liu Qianqian straightened up, holding onto the railing.

What will we practice this afternoon?

Instructor Lei was taken aback.

He gave the female celebrity a deep look, and a hint of approval appeared in his eyes.

"Afternoon, centrifuge."

.........

Yu Le left Liu Qianqian at the training center and took a car back to the city.

Salty Fish Entertainment Headquarters, Top Floor Conference Room.

Yang Nuo walked in carrying a thick report.

"Boss, the special effects department has already had a meeting."

She handed the document to Yu Le.

"Gravity has a huge amount of special effects; almost the entire film relies on CG technology."

"However, our own special effects team has been nurtured by your investment over the past few years, and our technical reserves are more than sufficient."

"In particular, the physics engine and lighting rendering are currently among the top tier internationally."

Yu Le took the document and casually flipped through two pages.

I'm not worried about the special effects.

"We have money and technology."

He leaned back in his chair, picked up his thermos, and took a sip of goji berry water.

"The most crucial person now is the director."

Yang Nuo sat down on the chair next to her.

"I screened through all the domestic directors."

"There are many films made, including period dramas, martial arts films, and art films."

"But it's still hard to find someone who can handle this kind of hard science fiction and also film psychological drama to the extreme."

This topic is so novel.

No one in China has ever filmed this before.

"If we can't find it domestically, we'll look for it abroad."

Yu Le put down the thermos and tapped her fingers on the table.

Alfonso Cuarón.

Yang Nuo was slightly taken aback and quickly searched her memory for the name.

"That Mexican director who made 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban'?"

"right."

Yu Le nodded.

"This guy is a genius."

"He has an almost obsessive passion for long takes."

"Gravity requires extremely stunning long takes to show the vastness and loneliness of space."

"He's the most suitable."

Yang Nuo took out her tablet and accessed the data.

"But boss, it's very difficult to schedule an international director of this caliber."

He turned around and looked at Yang Nuo.

"Go and translate the script outline and the storyboard for the first twenty minutes into English."

"Send it to him directly using my personal email address."

...........

Los Angeles, Beverly Hills.

Inside a luxurious villa with a huge swimming pool.

Alfonso Cuarón sat in his study, irritably scratching his already thinning hair.

The table in front of me was piled high with scripts from various film studios.

"Dog shit."

"It's all dog shit."

"Nothing new, just explosions and more explosions."

"Are Hollywood screenwriters only thinking about popcorn?"

He picked up the coffee on the table and took a big gulp.

A new email notification popped up in the lower right corner of the computer screen.

Sender: Salty Fish Entertainment.

Alfonso raised an eyebrow.

Saltyfish Entertainment is now quite well-known overseas.

Alfonso had heard about it before.

He opened the email with a bit of curiosity.

The email was brief and contained no unnecessary pleasantries.

It consisted of only a few simple invitations and an attachment.

Attachment title: Gravity.

Alfonso opened the attachment.

The first page contains only a few simple lines of settings.

Altitude: 600 kilometers.

Temperature: 125 degrees Celsius to -100 degrees Celsius.

"There is no medium through which sound waves can travel."

"There is no air pressure."

"There is no oxygen."

"Survival is impossible in space..."

Alfonso's gaze was firmly drawn to it.

He sat up straight, swiped the mouse, and continued reading.

The film opens with a 15-minute long take.

The space shuttle was destroyed by satellite debris.

The protagonist is thrown into the boundless abyss of space in a state of zero gravity.

There are no aliens.

No laser gun battles.

Only one person struggles to survive in absolute loneliness and fear.

"My God..."

Alfonso muttered to himself.

He was completely immersed in the suffocating atmosphere created by the script.

This script was practically tailor-made for him!

He had always wanted to make a film that explored the essence of life and loneliness.

This script takes this exploration to its extreme.

He quickly flipped through the storyboard.

The physics of weightlessness and the detailed portrayal of the protagonist's psychological state were so professional that they gave him goosebumps.

Finished reading the last page.

Alfonso suddenly stood up.

He grabbed his phone from the table.

I dialed the number left in the email.

The moment the call connected, Alfonso didn't even exchange a single pleasantry.

"Mr. Yu, I want to take a picture."

Yu Le had just brought the thermos to his lips when he paused for a moment.

How long has it been since the script was sent out?

The coffee's not even cold yet, and the person's already sold themselves out?

Yu Le put the cup back on the table.

"Director Cuarón, won't you reconsider?"

Alfonso interrupted the call abruptly.

"Not considering it."

"Please, I absolutely must direct this script!"