Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

end of June.

After twenty days of filming, only a quarter of the project has been completed.

Chen Zhixi's shooting schedule was packed, with no free time during the day.

Such a high-intensity, back-to-back schedule is still manageable for actors, since during breaks when they don't have scenes to film, they can retreat to their hotels to catch up on sleep and catch their breath.

But what about director Ye Chong?

His eyes were bloodshot from staying up late these past two days, and he collapsed into a chair as soon as he arrived on set.

Chen Zhixi had no idea what this guy was doing. He was acting all mysterious. Occasionally, when he went to his room to discuss the schedule, he would see a stack of A4 papers covered in English on the table.

However, she didn't have time to investigate further, as it was soon her turn to act.

At nine o'clock that morning, on the third floor of a residential building on Zhenhua Road.

In the cramped room, three photographers stood in three different positions, carrying their cameras and aiming them at the actors inside.

Zhang Yu was covered in sweat, sprawled on the sofa, his eyebrows drooping and his forehead lined with wrinkles.

He looked Chen Zhixi up and down, and suddenly his lips curled into a smile.

"Don't try to fool me, I'm rich!"

Chen Zhixi rolled her eyes and turned her head away: "Believe it or not!"

"Hey, you little rascal!"

Zhang Yu stared wide-eyed and slowly stood up.

He was clearly trying to look tough, but his sunken cheekbones and rooster-comb hairstyle just looked ridiculous.

"You dog, at least have a better attitude!"

"That's a bit disrespectful. Who's in control here? You dog don't understand the situation..."

At this moment, Pan Binlong quietly reached out and grabbed the nail, then suddenly pulled it off Zhang Yu's leg.

"I……"

Zhang Yu pulled his leg back and fell onto the sofa.

"Click—"

As soon as the loudspeaker blared, everyone on the set stopped what they were doing.

"hiss--"

Chen Zhixi, in his wheelchair, gasped in shock—a truly chilling breath.

Although the weather is getting warmer, it's still a bit cold at the end of March, even wearing just one layer isn't enough to keep out the chill.

"Little Red, hurry!"

Tu Er finally got to experience being a stagehand, and loudly summoned the props.

The actors quickly put on their coats.

"Zhang Yu".

Ye Chong walked over from another room, with dark circles under his eyes.

"You're doing something wrong here. It hurts a lot to pull out the nail. You can't move this leg. You can try to bend your body upwards."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Zhang Yu aside before sitting down himself.

"Come on, spray some water."

Xiao Hong took out a small bottle from her pocket and sprayed it on Ye Chong's face a few times.

"Pan Binlong".

"Okay, Director Ye."

Pan Binlong knew this was a request for his cooperation. He remained silent for a few seconds before quickly getting into character.

With the same scene and expression, he secretly grabbed one of Ye Chong's leg hairs and plucked it without any mercy.

"Bang bang bang—"

Ye Chong suddenly straightened his chest and slammed his head back against the top of the sofa, forming a reverse bow shape.

His left leg was twisting unconsciously, while his right leg was stretched out and he dared not move it.

"brush--"

He suddenly recovered from the spot.

"Do you understand?"

Ye Chong patted his sturdy right leg.

"You can make the veins on this leg bulge out; that will better show how much pain you're in."

"Understood, Director Ye."

"Um……"

Ye Chong stood up, patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the monitoring room.

"All departments, get ready. Actors, please touch up your makeup briefly. We'll continue in ten minutes."

"clear."

"receive."

Back in front of the monitor, Ye Chong slumped down again.

This kind of work is really too much. Filming during the day, writing scripts at night, and even having to learn English from Sisi while eating.

No, I can't spend all my evenings writing in my notebook.

We still need to make use of the system tasks.

The system only described it as a temptation, without specifying the target group.

Extras and behind-the-scenes actors—these people are all tempting, and even a small mosquito bite is still meat.

Having determined his approach, he immersed himself in filming once again.

the other side.

Ye Chong was able to stay peacefully on the set of "The Nameless," but some people were not.

In a villa in Beijing.

Lu Chuan was lying on the sofa with her legs crossed, browsing news on Tianya Forum.

As he slid his fingers across the screen, he suddenly frowned, then sat up abruptly, his entire rat-like face quickly turning a deep purple.

[#YeChong#: What the heck? I thought "The Missing Gun" was directed by Jiang Wen? Senior brother? What senior brother? Where is there a senior brother? I didn't see any senior brother.]

"Where the hell did this brat come from, daring to slander me!"

The trending topic on his phone was Ye Chong's response to his posts from a few days ago.

Ye Chong is a really bad kid.

He ignored Lu Chuan's post at first, but after it had been circulating for a while, he finally responded, making him a fixture in the top 20 trending topics throughout March.

"boom--"

"That bastard, what kind of background does he have to mess with me!"

Lu Chuan slammed her hand on the coffee table, her chest heaving violently, and her rat-like eyes turned red.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey? Help me investigate someone, Ye Chong, from the 02 directing class at Beijing Film Academy. Investigate what? His background, of course! Damn!"

After angrily hanging up the phone, Lu Chuan moved over to the computer on the coffee table and began to examine the screen in detail.

The more I look at it, the redder my face gets!

Ye Chong posted his thread last night. He was originally an unknown nobody, but now his thread has several pages of comments?

【Old Man 1984】: @Ye Chong, bro, are you serious? Don't want to work here anymore? When did the entertainment industry become so merciful?

[Ye Chong]: Dude, I'm just riding the wave of popularity. They're all looking for guns, so why not take advantage of it!

【Anmuxi灬Chunzhen】: Aren't you afraid Lu Chuan will mess with you?

[Ye Chong]: Don't be afraid, what's this? Is it worse than being poor?

【Anmuxi灬Chunzhen】: That's true!

[Ye Chong]: This is a rare opportunity! This opportunity is like milky white snowflakes. If you don't hold on to it, how will you know if you can seize it?

[Old Man 1984]: Holy crap, you, you, you!

[Ye Chong]: You're really fucking slutty, aren't you?

[Powerful Existence, Incapable of Perception]: Damn, buddy, you!

[Ye Chong]: Xiuer, right?

【Lonely Soul in the Market】: Followed!

[Anonymous DDD]: Invest!

【Old Man 1984】：@Ye Chong, teach me some flirty stuff, don't force me to beg you!

[Ye Chong]: Win and you get young models at a club, lose and you have to work in the sex industry?

[Old Man 1984]: More, more!

[Ye Chong]: There is no redemption from the kidnapping of nicotine; the blush of cigarettes speaks louder than any confession.

[Old Man 1984]: Damn, you win!

[Ye Chong]: I appreciate your kind words. I also hope to beat Jiang Wen in this gun-hunting battle.

"Bang!"

"That bastard has gone too far!"

"Beep beep beep—"

Just then, the phone rang. Lu Chuan answered and hummed in agreement several times. Then, her eyes, which were usually small, grew brighter and brighter.

"Fine, fine! You dare to act so arrogantly without any backing? Ye Chong, you just wait!"

"Clap clap clap—"

The sound of keyboard clicks filled the air. Lu Chuan didn't want to wait even a quarter of an hour, so she directly tagged Ye Chong on social media.

[Lu Chuan]: @Ye Chong, do you have any of the manners of a Beijing Film Academy student? Is this how you treat your senior? Where is your sense of unity? Where is your etiquette? Where is your character?

Click send, and it's done in one go.

I didn't expect that the other side would reply less than ten minutes after I posted the message.

[Ye Chong]: Don't give me that crap! The teacher won't care about me. Pack your bags! Lin Bei, I completed a film independently when I was eighteen, without a single "assistant director." Am I proud of that? Stop your nonsense. If you're so capable, bring "Kekexili" to the table!

"Bang!"

The glass coffee table groaned again.

"You son of a bitch, Ye Chong! I curse your ancestors for eight generations!"