I'm not mentally ill, I'm a master of a thousand faces!

Chapter 366, The Feast at Hongmen

On the set of "Let the Bullets Fly," everyone is on edge.

At least, the crew of the August First Film Studio didn't feel relaxed.

Currently, the filming is being conducted in two groups: Jiang Wen's group and Li Yun's group.

Ge You's group had more seniority.

Li Yun's group has a lot of solo performances, which isn't easy, so Jiang Weijian personally oversaw the work here.

The two production crews would occasionally communicate to inquire about the filming progress on the other side.

Whether it goes smoothly or not.

Jiang Weijian's response to this was also quite strange.

He said.

That's a bit strange.

There was a very strange feeling.

His colleagues could only express their pity, and the director should be understanding. Perhaps he was indeed too young.

When the two dramas were combined and flowed together.

With Jiang Wen and Ge You in place, everything will be alright.

Things will get better.

On the other hand, they expressed a high degree of satisfaction, even finding the shooting process quite enjoyable.

It's refreshing and relaxing.

Watching the two of them act is like watching a stage play.

They naturally assumed that Li Yun was too busy to attend to Jiang Weijian's side, or that his performance was somewhat unsatisfactory.

But regardless.

Everything will be alright once those two deeply immersed actors arrive.

Good actors have a leading role.

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And right now, Jiang Wen and his team are the ones taking the lead.

"We're all in good spirits, so we can start filming tomorrow, no problem."

"OK."

Li Yun and Jiang Wen were talking on the phone.

There didn't seem to be anything unusual.

The communication went smoothly, and Jiang Wen also expressed his emotions over the phone.

Your script is truly amazing.

It's so amazing that I feel like I wrote the script myself.

Jiang Wen is a very narcissistic man.

One of his ways of praising others.

It's just like me.

"Is it possible that you wrote this?" Li Yun smiled slightly at this moment.

Jiang Wen laughed heartily over there.

"I wish I could write such a brilliant script; I don't have that ability. However, I will pour all my heart and soul into this script. This is my promise to you, so you'd better watch out. If you perform poorly, I won't let you off the hook."

"I will absolutely not let you off the hook."

Jiang Wen spoke very seriously.

Even if Li Yun is the producer, director, and screenwriter.

is also like this.

It seemed a bit like an underdog defying authority, but Li Yun felt quite pleased with this fighting spirit.

At this moment, it was right in front of Li Yun.

There were two people.

One is Hu Qian, and the other is Hu Wan.

And he himself was Huang Silang.

We will conduct a script reading in preparation for tomorrow's filming.

"Inviting guests, dining, beheading—we'll do it in three steps tomorrow. Hehehehehe."

In everyone's impression.

Li Yun never participates in script readings with others.

Some people think he doesn't care.

Some people think he has a strange sense of reserve.

But Jiang Weijian, who had the most contact with Li Yun, knew one thing.

Li Yun did not skip script readings.

The person he was reading the script with was not an actor.

It's not the character itself, but the role.

Occasionally, Jiang Weijian would find his own strange idea somewhat unbelievable.

Read aloud with the character, not with the actor.

What the hell is this?

Jiang Weijian felt that he was becoming a little crazy.

Although Li Yun himself played Huang Silang.

But as the director...

As a director who is deeply immersed in the work, he is not just Huang Silang.

I am even Zhang Mazi.

Li Yun felt like he had become Zhang Mazi, seeing the world from his perspective.

He was a student who had studied at both Japanese and Western schools, and his subordinates were all from Cai E's pistol squad.

They are all highly skilled.

Everyone has their own unique strengths.

Second brother, third brother, and sixth son.

To prove that he only ate one bowl of noodles, Liu Zi, my godson Zhang Mazi, cut open his stomach.

In the end, it seems he will degenerate into Huang Silang's third brother.

Each of them has their own life and their own principles.

Including Zhang Mazi himself.

A person who is not pure, but absolutely noble.

A person who stands on the absolute opposite side of Huang Silang.

Master Tang is somewhere between Huang Silang and Zhang Mazi.

He was indecisive.

I'll side with whoever wins, and I'll side with whoever has the money.

These three people are all complex, and even represent three groups of people in that era.

They are individuals with distinct personalities and a group with symbolic representations.

Symbols representing their respective groups.

Li Yun felt that three ideologies were colliding and intersecting in his mind.

The wavering intellectuals firmly believed that revolutionaries would emerge from the gun barrel, and there were also interest groups.

When these thoughts collide with their respective rationales in the mind.

When arguing.

Most people would go crazy.

But Li Yun did not.

After all, I'm often surrounded by madness.

"I'm ready for tomorrow's Feast at Hongmen."

"That's good. Let's go, Huang Silang."

"County Magistrate, Your Excellency, I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you properly!"

"Master Huang, your fortified tower is easy to defend and difficult to attack; one man can hold the pass against ten thousand."

"The county magistrate possesses heroic qualities, and the clerk is exceptionally talented; they are a perfect match. Please, both of you."

Huang Silang killed Liu Zi.

Zhang Muzhi, on the other hand, wanted to remove the malignant tumor that was Master Huang. The two were destined to be opposites, destined to be irreconcilable.

At the beginning of rehearsing the scene.

Ge You and Jiang Wen also wondered if they should hold back and give way to Li Yun.

But now, from their very first meeting, the two of them already knew one thing.

It seems this Mr. Huang is not so simple after all.

It's not simple.

The two of them couldn't help but put aside their contempt.

"Sixth Master's death was heroic."

"I invited the county magistrate here today to seek justice for Sixth Master in person."

"If it was Huang who instructed me, then I will commit seppuku today, just like Sixth Master." Then Huang Silang approached Zhang Muzhi and said, "At that time, I would like to ask the county magistrate to be my second and cut off my head to hang it on the roof of Yanyang Tower."

Impressive presence.

That's the kind of momentum it has.

Master Tang, standing nearby, was dumbfounded.

It's unclear whether Ge You, as the actor, was stunned, or Tang, as the character, was stunned; in any case, he revealed the appropriate emotions.

The county magistrate and Master Huang.

A confrontational mood.

"But if it turns out that it wasn't me in the end, then you've tarnished my reputation, Mr. Huang. One of the three of you will have to commit suicide; three lives for one."

Pull back the curtain.

The three people were clearly bound hand and foot.

Hu Wan, a martial arts graduate, is also known as Liangfenlao.

Here, everyone is pretending to be ignorant even though they know the truth.

That's the allure of the Feast at Hongmen.

"Master Huang, use the short sword to commit suicide, and return the long sword to the second man."

"Hahaha, you're quite skilled. The longsword is yours now."

At this moment, a hint of seriousness appeared in Huang Silang's eyes.

This knowledge comes from the East.

You actually know that.

You, the county magistrate, are indeed not a simple person.

Unlike those old-fashioned people who used to buy their way into official positions.

The first round of probing ended in a draw.

"County Magistrate Ma, please."

"Mr. Huang, please!"

(End of this chapter)