Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

A gentle breeze blew through the courtyard.

It brings a refreshing coolness.

Then, we heard Teacher Huang solemnly utter eight words.

"You need to write biographical sketches of the characters."

These eight characters echoed between the wooden pillars of the pavilion, exuding an undeniable air of professionalism.

"These are the eight words I want to tell you."

Teacher Huang at this moment.

He sat upright on that slightly worn-out little stool.

He had completely abandoned the casual attitude he had just displayed, which was characterized by a fondness for showing off his knowledge of the common people.

Place your hands on your knees, and straighten your back slightly.

His chin was slightly raised.

He struck a standard, dignified pose befitting a teacher.

Upon hearing this...

Li Mo'an, sitting in the rattan chair, was slightly taken aback.

His handsome face remained impassive and calm.

but.

However, a distinct sense of bewilderment was now evident in those clear eyes.

His fingers, holding the pen, hovered in mid-air.

Looking at his apprentice's bewildered state.

Teacher Huang seemed very satisfied; this was exactly the teaching effect he wanted to achieve.

He cleared his throat and began to speak earnestly.

"Mo'an, you need to know."

"By writing character biographies, you can gain a deeper understanding of the character in the script."

Teacher Huang extended a finger and gently tapped the table in front of her.

It makes a rhythmic tapping sound.

"You need to conceive of the character's background, his family background, and his upbringing."

"Even what he was thinking before he encountered those conflicts in the script."

"Especially for someone like you who didn't graduate from an art school and didn't receive systematic training."

"This seemingly clumsy method is especially important."

Teacher Huang picked up the teacup in front of him, blew on the tea leaves floating on top, and took a small sip.

He continued to patiently and persuasively explain.

"This is what we in the industry often refer to as the experience-based approach."

"You can only understand someone's life trajectory by writing their own biography."

"Only then can you truly immerse yourself in the character psychologically and bring the character to life through your own actions."

These words were insightful and demonstrated the expertise of a performance teacher to the fullest.

Li Mo'an sat opposite, listening attentively to these teachings.

........................................

At this time.

Magic City.

Shanghai World Financial Center, Pudong New Area.

Inside the president's office of Jiaxing Entertainment.

Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyscrapers of this bustling metropolis stand tall.

Yang Mi was sitting in the boss's chair.

She didn't bury herself in the mountain of documents on her desk as usual.

now.

Her eyes remained fixed on the computer screen in front of her.

On the screen, the live feed from the Mushroom House livestream was playing.

in fact.

About ten minutes ago.

When Teacher Huang began to explain gambling techniques such as casino coded language and card shuffling methods to his adopted nephew.

She was already watching the live stream with complete focus.

Moreover, she was terrified when she saw it.

During that period of time, Yang Mi felt as if her heart was on a roller coaster, going up and down.

My palms were covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

after all.

Li Heigou is really too strange.

And Teacher Huang, as a senior figure in the industry, actually did this at this critical juncture in front of tens of thousands of netizens.

Explaining such dangerous facts to this kid!

In Yang Mi's view, this was simply throwing a torch into a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

At the time, I was watching Teacher Huang on the screen, spitting as he talked, looking smug and pretentious.

Yang Mi's lips twitched violently.

I was utterly speechless.

She even had an urge to immediately tell her secretary to book a plane ticket and head straight to Mushroom Village in southern Yunnan.

She really wanted to grab Teacher Huang by the collar and ask him what he was thinking.

I think that old guy, Teacher Huang, is simply inhuman.

She had gone to great lengths to pull her nephew back from the brink of various dangers and arranged for him to work on a film set, which seemed like a safe job.

But this old man is here frantically teaching criminal techniques.

"Isn't this just deliberately trying to cause me trouble!"

Yang Mi was internally ranting and raving, her chest heaving with anger.

Actually, you can't blame her for overreacting.

Mainly, she felt that Teacher Huang was quite a handful.

The events of the past few days involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

then.

The reason Li Mo'an went to the back mountain of the village and dug up a mushroom bomb with a hoe was because...

Ultimately.

It was because Teacher Huang casually told him to do that in the courtyard to get his apprentice away!

It was Teacher Huang's casual remark, "Go dig a fishpond in the back hill."

That scene.

Even now, when Yang Mi thinks back on it, she still feels a chill run down her spine.

And just now.

The other party then explained gambling techniques to Li Heigou in this pavilion full of surveillance cameras.

This is the cause, and this is the process.

It's exactly the same trick they used to dig up bombs!

Yang Mi had even mentally simulated the worst possible outcome.

Perhaps it was because of these few lines of scientific explanation that Li Mo'an felt the script wasn't realistic enough after reading it.

That would completely steer things off course.

Thinking of this.

Yang Mi felt a chill run down her spine.

but.

Just when she was at her most tense.

The situation shown in the live broadcast finally took a turn for the better.

She heard those eight words.

Now we see that Teacher Huang has put away those common, miscellaneous studies and is starting to seriously ask Li Mo'an to write a biographical sketch.

This falls entirely within the scope of orthodox performance instruction.

After confirming this.

Yang Mi's heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally settled back into her stomach.

She felt relieved.

The tense facial muscles relaxed, and the previously disordered breathing gradually became steady.

She felt that Teacher Huang was indeed fulfilling his duty as a mentor this time, and was seriously teaching Li Mo'an how to act.

The crisis is over.

Yang Mi's body went limp, and she slumped back into the large leather boss's chair.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

That tone contained so much exhaustion and helplessness.

She raised her right hand and gently patted her large chest to calm her racing heart.

"That scared me to death."

Yang Mi stared at Teacher Huang's face on the computer screen and muttered to herself.

"I thought that old man, Teacher Huang, was going to pull some kind of earth-shattering trick today."

"That old fox, he can never give us a break."

Such a thought came to her mind.

As a seasoned tycoon in the entertainment industry, her access to information is far more extensive than that of ordinary people.

She has a clear understanding of some of the internal dynamics at the higher levels.

After the incident of Teacher Huang detonating the nuclear bomb last time.

Although it was just something he said casually, it's understandable given his ignorance.

He was not subject to any substantial administrative punishment, nor was he publicly blacklisted.

but.

This does not mean that the authorities have completely ignored this person.

He has already been placed on the blacklist of the relevant departments above who are paying close attention to him.

If this time...

At the same time.

Li Mo'an's side.

In the courtyard of the Mushroom House.

Teacher Huang had finished explaining the theories of experiential learning and was slowly sipping his tea.

Give your apprentice time to digest this knowledge.

It was very quiet under the pavilion.

Only the occasional chirping of birds broke the tranquility.

After hearing what Teacher Huang just said.

Li Mo'an sat in his mind, repeatedly pondering the key words his master had just emphasized.

Write a short biography and immerse yourself in the character?