In the entertainment industry, the silly system claims it's the immortal realm.

Chapter 109 Help Me Blow It

When it was almost time, almost everyone had arrived.

Almost everyone on the invitation list who could come showed up.

Those who couldn't come all had reasonable excuses: Zhang Yimou was filming in Hengdian and couldn't leave, Zhang Li was rushing to catch up on a project in Shunan Bamboo Sea, and Gong Li was shooting a magazine cover abroad.

They had all called or texted in advance, and their congratulations were sincere.

Wei Yi stood at the entrance of the screening room and glanced inside.

There were hundreds of people in the dark, some of whom I knew, some of whom were familiar, and some of whom were complete strangers.

Those were representatives from various media outlets and cinema chains.

He took a deep breath; this was his second film.

When his first film, "One Shot," premiered, he was a newcomer just starting out.

It was all thanks to the support of Beijing Film Academy and Han Sanping.

When he stood on the stage, half of what he said was memorized beforehand.

Today is different.

Today, he holds the domestic box office record, is a young director heavily promoted by the Beijing Film Academy, a photography prodigy recognized by the fashion industry, and is someone Anna Wintour specifically requested.

He stands here today because of himself.

Li Hua walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Go in. It's about to begin."

"7

There were no fancy ceremonies.

Although Wei Yi is a genius director who has emerged out of nowhere, as a newcomer to commercial blockbusters, he does not want to use random so-called programs to make up the numbers.

He didn't like it himself, so he simply showed a movie instead.

Around 3:50 p.m., the lights in the screening room gradually dimmed.

The screen lights up, displaying five large characters—Detective Chinatown.

The commotion in the audience quickly subsided.

Wang Baoqiang appears less than three minutes into the episode.

Wearing a floral shirt and gold chain, speaking Mandarin with a strong Cantonese accent, he got splashed with mud by a tuk-tuk in the alley of Bangkok's Chinatown, and then chased half a block by a dog from a roadside stall.

He ran and cursed, but halfway through his curses he stepped into a puddle and fell flat on his face. When he got up, the gold chain was hanging off his back and a piece of vegetable leaf was still stuck to his face.

A suppressed chuckle rippled through the audience.

It's not the kind of laugh that hits you where it tickles, but the kind of chuckle that makes you think, "How could this person be so stupid?"

To be honest, from Wei Yi's perspective, he can say with certainty that among domestic actors...

The younger generation specifically refers to male actors aged 25 to 35 as of 2006.

Bao Qiang is definitely in the top three. He can act in comedies, action scenes, ruthless roles, village guardians, silly migrant workers, and cunning detectives with shifty eyes.

Aside from playing a handsome, domineering character, there's almost nothing he can't play.

This person is definitely the least picky about roles among domestic male actors.

Wei Yi remembers that in his previous life, for several years, the internet was full of praise for Huang Bo, who had just made his debut in "Crazy Stone" this year, saying that he had good acting skills and high emotional intelligence.

Especially the latter; he really remembered that for several years, Xiao Huang's emotional intelligence was almost exaggerated to the skies.

Is his emotional intelligence really that good?

Maybe it really is good.

But do we really need to exaggerate it to the heavens?

But the truth is that when he was in his forties, it was generally the prime of a male actor's career.

But he didn't get to put on any good shows.

Wei Yi felt that the person was just picky about the roles he played.

He's not lacking in acting skills, nor is he lacking in emotional intelligence; he's just selective about the roles he plays.

Choosing roles, whether subjectively or objectively.

Similarly, there's Child 92.

In comparison, Xiaoming, who values ​​interpersonal relationships the most, is actually a bit better.

He wasn't as outstanding as some of the others, but he wasn't as picky about roles either.

And what about Baoqiang?

Wei Yi felt that he was the most outstanding among his group when it came to acting.

She's not picky about roles; she can play any character without making the audience feel out of place.

Don't underestimate this point; there are very few actors in the entire Chinese entertainment industry who possess this quality.

And Wei Yi's drama.

Unfortunately, I managed to get him two.

Lao Liang, the versatile actor, is someone who can play any role without being picky, and he's even better at acting than Bao Qiang.

At least compared to Bao Qiang, Leung Ka-fai can play more distinctive handsome men!

on the screen.

After Wang Baoqiang's portrayal of Tang Ren successfully made everyone laugh for the first time with his stupid yet cunning character, Tang Ren...

Immediately afterwards, Liang Jiahui appeared.

He's a handsome middle-aged man who has a slight stutter, not the exaggerated, comedic kind, but just an occasional pause on key words.

Liang Jiahui's Mandarin has a slight Cantonese accent, which is more in line with Wei Yi's character, who is a retired police officer from Guangdong Province.

The laughter from the audience stopped. Some people sat up straight.

It has to be said that when Lao Liang really got serious about showing off, he perfectly complemented Wei Yi's amazing photography skills.

It truly gave many female viewers in the theater a refreshing feeling.

The pace was very fast in the first few minutes.

Qin Feng and Tang Ren disliked each other at first sight, but were brought together by a murder case.

When the police chief, played by Huang Xiaoming, pushed open the door and entered, there was a slight commotion in the audience.

I go.

Is this still the handsome and cool Xiaoming?

Is this cheeky yet adorable feeling from Brother Xiaoming?

Next up is Ng Man-tat, who plays Tang Ren's backer. His first appearance and his confrontation with Xiao Ming is the first major laugh-out-loud moment in the film.

After the laughter and commotion subsided.

Then Fan Binbin appeared.

She plays Ah Heung, the owner of a massage parlor in Chinatown. She is wearing a tight-fitting cheongsam and high heels as she walks down the stairs, a cigarette between her fingers, and a half-smile on her face amidst the swirling smoke.

Fan Binbin overheard people whispering behind her, "Is that Fan Binbin? She's completely different from the characters she played before. But this scene is so well-shot, so beautiful, so sexy!"

The movie is still going on.

The laughter was almost constant.

Until the antique shop scene, which wasn't in the original version, Wei Yi specially added to showcase his skills.

When Gao Yuanyuan appeared, the screening room fell silent for a moment.

It was a silence that felt like something had captured it.

She sat behind the counter, wiping a vase with a rag. The warm light from the counter lamp shone on her face from the side, dividing her features into light and shadow.

She had no lines, only actions and expressions: the way she wiped the vase, the way she looked at the customer, and the faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

Gao Yuanyuan herself sat in the audience, watching herself on the screen.

When she was filming this scene on set, she thought the lighting was particularly beautiful. After filming, she even said to Wei Yi in a coquettish tone, "You made me look so beautiful in the photo."

Now, watching it on the big screen, with the plot and soundtrack, she realized that it wasn't just about being beautiful; it was a quality she had never seen in herself before.

She felt that it wasn't herself at all, but an elf that had transformed into her.

Am I really that good at acting?

Am I that beautiful?

Gao Yuanyuan began to doubt herself.

She couldn't help but lean forward, searching for the back of Wei Yi's head in the darkness.

To be honest, this scene was added a bit abruptly.

It doesn't quite fit with the film's lighthearted and comedic atmosphere.

But with Fan Binbin, Gao Yuanyuan, and Wei Yi's crazy cheat code, it's all part of the game.

The final product was a dramatic scene that was even more artistic and pleasing to the eye than the most artistic clips from art films.

This serves as a buffer during the intermission, allowing everyone to calm down and appreciate the beauty of the female characters in the film.

The movie is in its second half.

The chase scenes in Bangkok were filmed intensely and efficiently, with Qin Feng and Tang Ren being chased by two groups of people simultaneously, leaping and bounding through the back alleys of Chinatown.

In one scene, Baoqiang jumps from a second-floor window onto a fruit stand below, landing in a pile of durians. He gets up and keeps running, screaming as he runs.

The audience burst into laughter.

Then came Liang Jiahui's five-minute-long deductive monologue.

He stood at the entrance of Chinatown, with flashing neon lights and tuk-tuks coming and going behind him.

He went over the whole story of the murder case with Wang Baoqiang from beginning to end.

He spoke slowly, but every twist in his reasoning was perfectly timed.

In addition, there are rare mystery-solving special effects for this era.

For five minutes, no sound came from the audience.

The final scene. Qin Feng and Tang Ren sit on the stone steps by the Chao Phraya River, with the lights of Bangkok behind them and the dark river in front of them.

Qin Feng placed the police badge on the stone steps, stood up, and left.

Tang Ren sat alone by the river for a long time, then suddenly grinned, revealing his gold tooth, and muttered to himself.

"Uncle, next time you come, I'll treat you to the best braised pork knuckle rice."

The screen went black.

The music is ringing.

The melody of "The Power of Love" filled the entire screening room, gradually increasing in intensity.

The interlude did not appear in the main film; Wei Yi placed it at the end.

Yang Mi's voice, from the very first sentence, was like a needle piercing everyone's ears.

That feeling of being both beautiful and unpleasant to sing is something only Mimi could capture.

Then the Easter egg appeared.

Sino, that unremarkable little girl.

Wei Yi was cast by Xiao Guan, thanks to a recommendation from his uncle, the poet Chen.

The main reason is that Xiao Guan was quite talented when she was young, and I can also give her extra acting opportunities.

With the recommendation of her martial uncle, who deemed her suitable, we decided to cast her.

Thus, the skills, the visuals, and the voice acting were all enhanced.

Xiao Guan, who plays Si Nuo, sits on a hospital bed, gives the camera an extremely eerie smile, and softly says something.

"Uncle, do you think the bad guys will always win?"

The screening room was silent for a full three seconds.

Then the gasp that filled the entire audience was so loud it could have blown the ceiling off.

The lights came on.

Huo Shiyan was not in a hurry to react when she stood up, and only after someone nudged her did she quickly join in clapping.

She clapped with such force that her palms turned red.

Li Binbin clapped and turned to look for Fan Binbin, only to find that Fan Binbin was no longer in the same spot.

Fan Binbin walked up to Wei Yi at some point, put a hand on his shoulder, and whispered something in his ear amidst applause that only the two of them could hear.

Gao Yuanyuan followed closely behind, coming over from the other side and adding a comment as well.

Fan Binbin rolled her eyes after hearing this, but didn't say anything.

The entire cast and crew gathered in front of the stage.

Wang Baoqiang, Liang Jiahui, Huang Xiaoming, Fan Binbin, Gao Yuanyuan, and a dozen others stood in a row, watched by hundreds of eyes. A flurry of camera flashes went off.

Han Sanping took off his glasses and wiped them.

Yu Dong said something to him.

Han Sanping nodded, his voice soft: "It's even better than I expected."

Tian Erzhuang stood up and clapped for a while before sitting down.

After sitting down, he turned to look at Xie Xiaojin next to him, opened his mouth as if to say something, but Xie Xiaojin spoke first.

"I know what you're going to say. You mean to say this kid has improved again?"

Tian Erzhuang swallowed back the words he was about to say, remained silent for a few seconds, and then said something that surprised Xie Xiaojin.

"No, what I want to say is that this kid could actually make art films. Take that scene in the middle, the one between Fan Binbin and Gao Yuanyuan. That acting, those eyes, that visual—could you film that? I certainly couldn't."

37

Situ Zhaodun did not applaud.

Old Situ tapped his cane lightly on the ground, the muffled sound drowned out by the applause, but Zhang Huijun, sitting next to him, heard it.

Zhang Huijun turned her head and glanced at Old Situ, who said something expressionlessly.

"The movie was alright. It's just that the feng shui of our directing department is definitely problematic."

Zhang Huijun paused for a moment, then smiled.

Amidst the applause, he leaned close to Professor Situ's ear and said, "Professor Situ, I'm not sure if there's a problem with the feng shui of the directing department, but Wei Yi is the luck of our entire Beijing Film Academy."

Wei Yi stood on the stage and took the microphone.

He was silent for a few seconds, and when he spoke, his voice was not loud, but every word was carried steadily and clearly to every corner of the screening room.

"Thank you everyone. This film was shot by our entire crew in Bangkok over a whole summer. The temperature in Bangkok never dropped below 35 degrees Celsius for those few months. Wang Baoqiang fell an average of five times a day. Teacher Liang Jiahui suffered from heatstroke but still insisted on finishing the last monologue scene. Huang Xiaoming ran more than fifty times for one shot —"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the audience before finally settling on Tian Erzhuang.

"This film isn't just my work. Thank you to my teachers, thank you to China Film Group and Bona Film Group for their trust, thank you to every actor and every staff member. Next—"

He smiled.

"Next, please help me blow on it a lot more."

The audience burst into laughter. The laughter was mixed with even louder applause.

Tian Erzhuang cursed "that kid" from below the stage, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a big smile.

When Wei Yi returned to the fifth floor of Hehuan Film and Television after the premiere that night, it was already past midnight.

He slumped back in the boss's chair and stared at the ceiling for a while.

The lights downstairs were all off, except for the streetlight by the door, which cast a small patch of dim yellow light on the curtains.

The phone rang. It was a text message from Han Sanping, containing only a few words: "The first day's pre-sale data isn't fully available yet, but the trend looks very good so far."

Another ringtone. A text message from Chow Yun-fat, congratulating him.

Then came text messages from Liu Jialing, Albert Yeung, Yu Dong, and even Leung Chiu-wai.

"Teacher Situ said your filming was alright. In his opinion, that's the highest praise you can get."

Wei Yi finished replying to each message and was about to turn off the lights and go downstairs when he heard very light footsteps in the corridor.

The door was pushed open.

Yang Mi stood at the door holding a thermos, her face lightly made up, her hair tied in a ponytail, and wearing a light blue dress he had never seen before.

"You definitely didn't eat properly tonight." She placed the thermos on the table and unscrewed the lid. A rich aroma of chicken soup wafted out; the broth was clear, with a few red dates and goji berries floating on top. "A slow-cooked, delicious soup. I had someone simmer it all afternoon."

Wei Yi looked at the bowl of soup, then at Yang Mi. She stood there, smiling sweetly, just as she would have predicted in the future, as she would only associate with whoever became famous.

"Honey".

"What I mentioned last time—"

"What is it?"

"It was that time when your Senior Sister Mu came in, the time you yelled 'Don't even think about it!' —"

"Ah, you still want that?! No, don't even think about it, don't even think about it, don't even think about it!"

"But your sister Tingting blew it."

"Huh?"