Huayu: Just started as a stagehand, but the director's comeback system

When Jiang Huai entered the China Film Building, the sky was overcast, but now it was bright and sunny when he came out.

For a low-budget film investment of one million, China Film Group only sent an investment evaluator. Zhang Yimou had already submitted the script to China Film Group. The evaluator saw that the plan was written in detail and had no loopholes. After negotiating the share, the two parties quickly signed a contract.

Jiang Huai holds 75% of the film market share, while China Film Group holds 25%.

China Film Group quickly transferred the small amount of funding to the designated account, and Jiang Huai was ready to begin working on his directorial debut.

"Brother Long, aren't we going to get arrested if we do this?"

Jiang Huai and Huang Bo squatted on the side of the road opposite the prison. He originally wanted to bring his aunt along, but she refused.

"What's there to be afraid of? All the actors who come out of here are top-notch."

Jiang Huai originally wanted to directly hire the foremen of extras for some minor supporting roles in the script, but they quoted him 200 yuan per person per day.

That's higher than his salary, so Jiang Huai naturally couldn't agree to it and brought Huang Bo here to recruit people.

He held up a shabby foam board with a black marker scrawled "Film Crew Recruiting".

Jiang Huai and Huang Bo had a clear division of labor: Jiang Huai would raise the sign when no one was around, and Huang Bo would raise it when there were people around.

Unfortunately, after a whole morning, apart from being questioned by the police, no one else came over.

"Brother Long, how about I try to get in touch?"

Huang Bo had always had a good relationship with Guan Hu, and he had wanted to bring it up before, but he was too embarrassed to say it because Jiang Huai had been dragging him around recruiting people.

"Sure, Feng, we definitely need to use those connections."

Jiang Huai had indeed forgotten that Huang Bo's first film was directed by Guan Hu, but it wasn't too late now. Since the other party had brought it up, he had to squeeze him dry.

As an excellent director, he only participates in the final casting process; he also goes to the set of "House of Flying Daggers" to borrow some equipment.

"Feng, we're brothers, so there's no need for further explanation. I'm leaving the casting to you; I don't trust anyone else."

Jiang Huai patted Huang Bo on the shoulder, his eyes fixed on him.

"Brother Long, you actually trust me that much?"

Huang Bo felt that Jiang Huai in front of him was glowing, and even he, who was almost thirty years old, had an inexplicable urge to cry.

Jiang Huai didn't say anything more, but gave the other party one last look, as if to say, "Brothers need no further words."

He didn't expect the other party to be moved by being taken advantage of for free, but it was probably because of the +10 charm; he thought this thing was only for picking up girls.

On set, Zhang Yimou looked at Jiang Huai, who was always following behind him, wondering what was wrong with him.

However, since the other party didn't say anything, he didn't ask. He just didn't know why he felt uneasy today.

"I heard Xiao Jiang is going to make a movie, do you need my help?"

Seeing the awkward atmosphere between Zhang Yimou and Jiang Huai, Zhang Ziyi, who had just finished resting, came over to give the two some breathing room.

It just so happens that Jiang Huai is going to film a movie, and the whole crew has heard about it, so she's a little curious.

"Sister, you're joking with me, I can't afford to hire you."

When Jiang Huai saw Zhang Ziyi approaching, he did hesitate for a moment. However, since the two had only exchanged a few words, he was afraid that if he invited her to make a cameo appearance, she would start negotiating the price with him.

After chatting casually with the other party for a couple of minutes, and seeing that Zhang Ziyi had lost interest after hearing that it was a low-budget production, Jiang Huai turned his attention back to Director Zhang.

He has now figured out how to use this charm. If there's something he can't say, he can just shamelessly follow the other person around. With his charm, the other person is unlikely to find him annoying.

"Ahem... Director Zhang, I heard our crew is going to change locations."

Jiang Huai stood between the two, his eyes shining. He even looked at Zhang Ziyi for a while, hoping she would put in a good word for him, in case Director Zhang disagreed.

Is he planning to come to my room tonight? Actually, this pretty boy is quite her type, maybe she should ask for his phone number later?

Even Fu Lulu couldn't understand Jiang Huai's gaze, let alone Zhang Ziyi. She simply assumed that he wanted some intimate contact with her that had nothing to do with love.

"Just say what you have to say. You're about to become a director, but you have no authority at all."

Zhang Yimou, feeling somewhat uncomfortable under the other person's gaze, quickly straightened his face and said a few words, thus giving the other person a starting point for conversation.

"I knew Director Zhang was understanding. You see, our crew is leaving, and it's not good to take all this equipment with us. Could you leave some for me?"

After Jiang Huai finished speaking, he immediately gestured for Zhang Ziyi to follow. "Didn't you just nod to me? Why aren't you coming to help?"

"Um, director, how about we leave some behind?"

This time, Zhang Ziyi truly understood Jiang Huai's meaning. However, the young man's handsome appearance and demeanor were indeed her type, so she decided to say something in his defense.

Zhang Yimou watched the two men singing in unison without saying a word. His sun-darkened skin, darkened by years of exposure, made it impossible to discern his mood.

"Fine, you can pick some older ones yourself, just remember to return them after you're done filming."

After doing some mental calculations, Zhang Yimou realized that the older camera equipment was only for auxiliary purposes here, and it would be perfect for Jiang Huai to use. Since it wouldn't be of much use anyway, he figured he might as well do Jiang Huai a favor.

"Hehe, I knew the director was the best. Now, do you have any extra cameramen?"

"Get lost."

"Okay."

Well, the photographers also got their hands on Huang Bo's help, managing to obtain all this photography equipment. Oh, and there was also a note that Zhang Ziyi secretly slipped to them. So, they've achieved their goal.

As Jiang Huai walked out of the film set, he counted where there was still something he hadn't prepared.

The actors and cinematographer were handed over to Huang Bo, and the equipment was also obtained for free. The crew members were arranged by China Film Group, and he only needed to pay a basic salary. It seemed that all that was missing was the location.

It seems we still need a versatile helper to step in.

However, the fact that I terminated the hotel stay that night doesn't seem to be enough to threaten my aunt anymore, so now I can only rely on my sincere feelings.

"Auntie, open the door! I'm your best nephew!"

It was working hours, and there was no one else in Fu Lulu's dormitory. When Jiang Huai saw that the other party wouldn't open the door for him, he simply pretended to cry.

"No matter what you say, it's no use. I'm not going to go to the prison with you to recruit people."

Fu Lulu didn't understand what was wrong with her nephew's head. There were so many characters with dark side in the script, and other production crews would honestly find extras, but Jiang Huai insisted on finding a "heartthrob" in front of the prison gate.

"No need to go to jail, Auntie. This time it's really something important."

Just as he finished speaking in the Jianghuai dialect, the sound of the door lock clicking could be heard from inside the room. Perhaps it was because his voice was so sincere, tinged with tears, that Fu Lulu decided to listen to what he had to say more, so she only poked her head out.

"real?"