Huayu Entertainment, all I can do is make bad movies.

"Let me tell you, Titanic is really good. Jack and Rose's love story is so touching. It makes you cry buckets of tears."

"Jack is very handsome, and Rose is very beautiful!"

"It's terrifying when a big ship capsizes!"

"I swear on my heart, it will definitely be worth the trip."

"There are some embarrassing scenes in it, oh dear, you'll see when you watch it."

In the Red Star Cinema theater, some audience members were clearly watching "Titanic" for the second or even third time, and were enthusiastically giving spoilers to their friends and family.

Just as saliva was flying everywhere, a scream came, and turning around, I saw a face that shouldn't have appeared in "Titanic".

Chinese?

It seems not.

"Hiss... This doesn't seem right!" The audience member who was watching for the second time frowned.

Their first reaction wasn't to speculate that there was something fishy going on at the cinema.

Instead, they recalled the original film's plot to see if there were any missed or incorrect scenes.

"Isn't it a foreign film? Why are the actors Chinese?" a viewer who was supporting Titanic for the first time asked curiously.

"Did you buy the wrong ticket? It's different from what the factory workers told you."

Ali questioned Ma Dayong's intelligence.

Ma Dayong strongly defended his innocence, saying, "I definitely didn't buy the wrong tickets. I said I wanted two tickets, and the ticket seller gave me two. Besides, look, so many people are here to see 'Titanic,' so it's impossible that they all bought the wrong tickets."

"What happened?" Ali couldn't understand either.

"Could it be this movie? Wasn't that ship called Titanic?"

"No, it's a foreign film, and the lead actors are foreigners too. What kind of film is this?!"

Ma Dayong glanced at the big screen.

Indeed, the girl in the movie kept screaming, and the guy walked like an idiot; it didn't look like a good movie at all.

There's another feeling that I can't quite describe.

If I had to say something, it would be that the scenes on the screen were dirty and old, like the dilapidated houses I've lived in for many years back home.

The characters are dressed in a very unfashionable way.

The set design and costumes exude a cheap feel.

Ma Dayong doesn't understand movies, but he comforts Ali by saying she should watch it again and that the 60 yuan shouldn't be wasted.

With a "click," several more people appeared on the screen.

Then, a middle-aged man with a thick beard stepped forward and gave the two young people, a man and a woman, a good scolding.

Ma Dayong scratched his head.

The movie has too high a barrier to entry; I can't understand it.

Ali couldn't sit still any longer and lost her temper: "What kind of messed-up movie is this? Did you buy the wrong ticket?"

"I really didn't!" Ma Dayong finished his swearing and carefully advised, "They must have played the wrong movie. Let's wait a bit, they'll definitely change it later."

Ali snorted and said, "I'll believe you one more time."

Ma Dayong felt extremely uneasy, staring at the screen while frantically praying in his mind, "Change the movie, change the movie."

While he was feeling uneasy, Wang Hai, Fan Xiaopang, and Yan Ni in the play started talking about zombies, and Yan Ni demonstrated some self-defense techniques for women.

Well, how should I put it?

This self-defense technique is only effective against honest people, not against scoundrels.

It makes no difference whether you can or cannot.

Ma Dayong was almost moved to tears.

If this were a martial arts film, and the self-defense techniques were as elegant as the Dugu Nine Swords, that would be one thing, but at least it would pique the interest of others, including Ali.

What is this now?

That's utter nonsense.

The male and female leads were actually clapping and yelling, "Wow, Mei-jie, you're amazing!"

"So what if she's so great? I could strangle her with one hand," Ma Dayong muttered indignantly.

Even if he's stupid and hasn't seen many movies, he knows they're watching a terrible film.

And it's rotten to the extreme.

Shouts and curses erupted in the theater.

Some people still hold onto the hope that cinemas will change the films shown.

Many people chose to stand and watch, or simply leave, resulting in a terrible viewing environment.

The film was unwatchable, even though the sudden appearance of severed limbs and blood attracted some attention.

But then came a long, inexplicable screaming session, followed by long, tedious, meaningless dialogue.

"Fuck you, give me my money back!"

After a member of the audience jumped onto his seat and roared, a large number of people responded, and the crowd became very enthusiastic.

"It's too noisy, let's go outside."

Wang Zhongjun said to Wang Haidao.

The situation in the movie theater made him extremely uneasy; he was genuinely a little scared.

If his identity is exposed, the furious audience will definitely beat him and Wang Hai, the two instigators, to a pulp.

He got angry when their roles were reversed.

Full of enthusiasm and tireless effort, I found the Red Star Cinema, intending to watch a movie that was praised by countless people and loved by audiences all over the world. However, it turned out that the cinema was a sham.

The movie being shown was an absolutely terrible film.

The gap between expectation and reality is enormous; how high must the flames of anger burn in one's heart!

"You go first, I'll take another look," Wang Hai said, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.

Wang Zhongjun shouted, "Then be careful!"

Wang Hai didn't care and quietly admired his debut work.

He had another ulterior motive.

I want to see how many viewers can stick around until the end and discover that, putting aside the title "Titans 2," the film on the big screen is actually quite good.

Upon careful examination and interpretation, it can be considered a good work.

This is very important to Wang Hai.

As a director, he must understand the average audience's appreciation level for new things, or rather, for certain special films.

This will help him plan his future works.

With such high appreciation skills, he can only make truly terrible films, thus gaining negative emotional value from the system.

If someone has a low level of appreciation, then he will have a lot of room to maneuver.

The audience's shouts and curses had no effect, and no staff members showed up.

As a result, even more people ran out of the theater and went to the ticket counter.

Then I got a bizarre answer: they played Titanic, but Titanic 2.

"Isn't this a lie? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

The audience was greatly dissatisfied.

The ticket seller calmly said, "It's clearly written on the blackboard, 'Titanic'...2."

Some people laughed in anger.

Many more people were stunned.

Damn it, many people thought that ellipsis 2 meant two screenings.

Some people thought the movie theater had made a mistake, writing 2 o'clock instead of 3 o'clock as the start time.

The result was Titanic 2?

Are you sick?

Why are there so many ellipses before 2?

"We added so many ellipses because we were afraid people would misread the title, just to remind everyone."

The boss, who was drawn out by the noise, looked apologetic.

But the muscles on his face looked strange, as if he was trying hard to suppress a laugh.

As for replacing the disc?

I'm so sorry again!

The Titanic is in short supply, and Red Star Cinema may not be able to get one anytime soon.

In other words, let's just use "Titanic 2" as a substitute.

If it's truly impossible to force them, then there's nothing that can be done. The movie has already been playing for nearly 40 minutes, and a refund is not possible.

Most of the audience in the ticket hall left, grumbling and cursing.

In the theater, Ali, who couldn't wait for the film to be changed, rolled her eyes at Ma Dayong and left in disgust.

Ma Dayong was filled with sorrow.

His original plan for today was to watch a movie, have dinner, and confess his feelings, but he collapsed at the very first step.

As he watched the end credits roll on the big screen, Ma Dayong stood up, tears welling in his eyes.

"Hey bro, the movie's not over yet, there's more to come."

Wang Hai kindly reminded Ma Dayong and the few other audience members.

"besides?"

Ma Dayong glared at Wang Hai: "Even if it exists, what good is it if it's not 'Titanic'? I hope I never run into this director Wang Hai again, or I'll strangle him."

After swearing through gritted teeth, he turned and walked away.

After another group of people left, there were even fewer people in the screening room, and Wang Hai unconsciously put on his sunglasses.