I'm really good at this.

"How did I, a typical office worker who works 8116 (8 AM to 11 PM, 6 days a week), become a director?"

Looking at the pale-faced, bright-lipped young man in gorgeous ancient costume on the screen, whose face looked like it had been filtered, and the bald, handsome old man lying on a stretcher not far away, clutching his chest and panting heavily, surrounded by a group of people, Zhang Hong, wrapped in a military overcoat and sitting behind the secondary monitor, was completely dumbfounded.

He graduated several years ago and has been working at 8116 for five years.

EVA was never going to be launched.

A few years ago, I was already too old to be a Gundam pilot.

Now, he can barely manage to transform into Ulturaman with a plastic flashlight, or wear a belt as a perverted mask, while shouting "RIDER KICK" and kicking the masked bodysuit pervert.

In a few years, I'm afraid I'll only be able to use a Zaku as cannon fodder.

Although the salary for this job that leads to death from overwork isn't very high, its advantage is stability.

I just go between the company and home every day, and I don't have much time to go out and socialize.

I was just driving home from get off work today when I got into a car accident.

What's even more regrettable is that Zhang Hong drives a VW.

And VW's security did not disappoint him.

Not only was the cockpit severely deformed in the crash, but he also had to have his limbs amputated on the spot.

The airbag that popped out from the steering wheel narrowly avoided his handsome face, thankfully preventing him from being disfigured.

However, his head hit the air conditioner vent directly, which then shattered the car window.

In more precise terms: the steering wheel shifted too far laterally, causing the deceased's head to come into contact with a hard structure twice, resulting in a comminuted skull fracture, torn neck muscles, and a broken cervical vertebra. The deceased is currently in stable condition.

According to Zhang Hong's own experience, he was shot in the head! Twice in a row!

He appeared here the moment he opened his eyes.

He sat on a small stool, was wrapped in a military overcoat, and had a monitor in front of him.

A young man standing nearby spoke to him: "Director Zhang, Director Sun wants to see you. He has something to say to you before going to the hospital."

Director Sun is the assistant director of this period drama.

His surname is Sun and his given name is Zheng. He is a veteran TV drama director.

Moreover, he is kind and approachable, and is well-liked by the crew members.

Furthermore, Director Sun likes to promote newcomers, and Zhang Hong is a newcomer he particularly favors. That's why he directly invested money in Zhang Hong's first independent TV series and even personally served as Zhang Hong's assistant director. The production crew was also his own, and he lent it to Zhang Hong for free this time.

Zhang Hong stood up, pulled the young man aside, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, I was a little confused just now. What exactly happened with Director Sun?"

The young man, his eyes red, said, "You probably didn't see it just now, Director Zhang. As you know, Director Sun's health has never been very good."

He paused, then glared fiercely at the young, pale-faced man surrounded by several assistants in the distance, before saying, "He insisted on changing the script for that scene just now, which angered Director Sun. If he hadn't been a planted by the investors..."

He didn't say anything more.

But Zhang Hong understood completely.

Although he had never witnessed anything like what happened in the entertainment industry, he had seen many similar news articles online in his previous life.

It's just investors investing in the film, and then young, popular actors bringing in their own funding.

As expected, the young actor acted like a diva, which angered the assistant director who was in charge of liaising with the actor to the point of having a stroke.

Ok?

Zhang Hong suddenly thought of something.

If Director Sun causes problems, what will happen to this film?

Oh, this is a matter concerning "director Zhang Hong," and has absolutely nothing to do with me, "ordinary office worker Zhang Hong."

Just then, Director Sun called me over, and I immediately said that I couldn't do it without you. If you got so angry that you ended up in the hospital, then I won't make this film either!

After that, whatever happens to this show, I'll just go back and find a job and go back to work normally.

The premise is that you should first understand the world and your own identity.

But now we need to get past Director Sun first.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Hong composed himself and slowly walked towards Director Sun, who was lying on a stretcher and about to be taken to the hospital by ambulance.

When the crew members surrounding the stretcher saw the official director approaching, they all made way for him.

When Zhang Hong entered the industry, he also saw Director Sun Zheng.

Director Sun is in his fifties this year. He has a refined, approachable, and handsome appearance, just like a handsome uncle next door.

It's a pity he's bald.

Upon seeing Zhang Hong approach, he, who had been listless, immediately struggled to sit up, as if experiencing a brief moment of lucidity before death.

He grabbed Zhang Hong's hand and said breathlessly, "Little Zhang, you're here!"

Feeling the pain in his palm, Zhang Hong was a little confused: "Uh... Director Sun."

Then, gritting his teeth, he stated his thoughts directly: "Director Sun, I don't want to do this anymore! That pretty boy treated you like this! There's no point in filming! I can't watch you get so angry that you end up in the hospital and still calmly work with him!"

In his previous life, he was at most an audience member and knew nothing about making TV dramas. He might as well just run away and find a job, then slowly study his own situation in this world, and also see if there was a way to go back without ending up in the little box.

Moreover, he has always disliked the entertainment industry.

I thought that being so direct would make Director Sun let me leave, but who knew...

Sun Zhenghu's eyes were filled with tears as he tightly gripped Zhang Hong's hand, his voice trembling: "Xiao Zhang, I know you feel I've been wronged, so you want to leave with me. But don't act impulsively! This is your first film!"

Actually, I knew you were the one from the moment you entered university. After all these years together, you're like my own nephew, even though we're not related by blood! I know your abilities! This show can do without me, but it can't do without you!

With great power comes great responsibility! "

After saying that, he spat out a mouthful of blood and was then rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.

Zhang Hong was completely dumbfounded as he watched the ambulance disappear into the horizon: "Director Sun! What does that mean?! I don't understand! Can't you speak Mandarin?!"

Unfortunately, the ambulance wouldn't listen to him, and even traffic lights couldn't stop it.

Zhang Hong sighed inwardly.

He had intended to refuse the old man's request.

But I really had no excuse to refuse.

But he understands himself.

Perhaps in this world, he was originally a particularly talented film director, but Zhang Hong... was just an ordinary office worker.

I know absolutely nothing about TV drama filming or anything like that!

Now I can only hope that someone will stand up and question me like a villain.

But when he turned around, all he saw was a group of eager crew members, their eyes fixed on him like those of hungry baby birds.

I have a headache.

Zhang Hong's biggest flaw is that he is easily swayed by emotions.

It's not that I'm soft-hearted; to be precise, it's the kind of feeling that I don't want to see it and therefore don't want to be bothered.

He doesn't keep pets because he can't bear to see the look in the eyes of small animals before they die or the hopeless appearance of animals locked in cages.

Because he couldn't bear to see pitiful people, he would walk around elderly people begging on the street from a distance.

But if he actually encounters an abandoned kitten or puppy, he will still soften and take it home to raise.

When he encountered an elderly beggar on the road, he would give him some money and buy him some food.

He usually gives people food, but whether the person eats it or throws it away after failing to scam them...

He won't care.

In these kinds of situations, all you want is peace of mind.

Then he would call the police to deal with the scammer.

"Director Zhang, what do we do now?"

Zhang Hong turned around.

It was the young man who had called out to him earlier.

This guy's surname is Wang, and his given name is Ye.

Zhang Hong sensed the hesitation in his voice.

After scanning the crew members, who all considered themselves the backbone of the group, Zhang Hong sighed.

"Everyone, take a 20-minute break. Wang Ye, go and appease that pretty boy...that big star. Then, could the camera crew please show me the footage they just shot? I'll go talk to that big star in 20 minutes."

After saying that, he walked towards the monitor.

Now, as long as that pretty boy doesn't cause any trouble and finishes filming the TV series, I can just quit and run away.

Since filming has already started, everything can proceed according to plan.

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