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Chapter 28 A Worthwhile Trip

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The applause was sparse; the audience was still giving this new director some face.

Fang Yi talked about his film creation philosophy and some interesting events that happened on set, then handed the microphone to Xiao Ming, Fan Bingbing, and Deng Chao.

As soon as he handed out the microphone, enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.

Grass..

You guys are something else.

Fang Yi's lips twitched, inwardly cursing the audience for being ignorant and not knowing that he was the real dragon.

The audience doesn't care, it's a joke. It's not as fun as listening to celebrities gossip.

Tonight, Fan Bingbing was dressed in a ladylike outfit. Her white dress revealed her deep collarbone, and the hem of the dress, which was a few inches above her knees, was adorned with a pair of seven-centimeter black high heels. She wasn't wearing stockings, much to the delight of the men.

In terms of charisma, no one in the entire theater can rival Fan Bingbing.

Even a young girl wouldn't work. Although she has good potential, she's not old enough. Unless she changes into ancient costume, she looks a bit too young in modern clothes.

At 7:30, the group left the stage, still feeling quite engaged.

The movie begins.

The dragon emblem flashed on the big screen.

Produced, manufactured, and distributed by Huayi Media, and distributed by Sil-Metropole Organisation.

Starring: Huang Xiaoming, Deng Chao, Fan Bingbing.

Special performances: Hu Jun and Yang Xue.

Director: Fang Yi.

Screenwriter: Fang Yi.

The entire crew appeared on the screen, line by line.

During a brief break, Liu Chen, a professional film critic from China Film Network, muttered softly among the row of film critics in the audience: "It's really a low-budget production, with only a few dozen people in the crew."

"Hey... Hua Yi has no reason to lie about this. This Director Fang is both a director and screenwriter, and can be described as young and promising."

Douban film critic Wang Xiaolong chimed in, a hopeful smile on his square face.

"uncertain."

Zhong Lin, who had recently joined Tencent Entertainment, shook his head and smiled. He was in his thirties and had previously worked as a full-time film critic at China Film Network, where he had his own connections and information channels.

"Huayi has just gone through a lot of controversies involving a large number of artists, and now they are promoting a new director's work in a big way. It seems like they are just trying anything."

"That's not how it works. Overseas copyrights can't be faked. I got information from China Film Group that it's at least 200 million US dollars."

Liu Chen raised an eyebrow and refuted Zhong Lin with a smile.

Zhong Lin shrugged and said, "Old Liu, I didn't say the copyright was fake. I'm just worried that the movie won't be well-received in China."

"No, it won't..."

"I've seen the trailer; the movie is mainly a suspense thriller."

Liu Chen glanced at the main creative team in the front row and thought to himself that Zhong Lin was overthinking things.

How could a director as young as Fang possibly make art films?

Not only were they chatting, but most of the audience in the back rows were also not paying attention to the movie that was about to be shown.

Some chatted, some ate.

To reiterate, Fang Yi is currently just a new director, lacking authority, and the film doesn't have high expectations.

If it were a film by a renowned director like Zhang Yimou or Feng Xiaogang, the entire theater would be completely silent.

Fang Yi also heard the noise behind him. Understanding the situation, he calmed down and waited for the movie to finish.

At this moment, the big screen lights up, and the main feature begins.

The first shot is still in the sky, with a dozen or so fist-sized meteorites flying rapidly under the stars, heading straight for the blue Earth.

The camera seems to suddenly appear out of thin air, passing through the atmosphere and arriving in a modern city in the blink of an eye.

Beep beep...

The sounds of car horns, car horns, and voices—the steel and concrete of the city, and the warmth of human connection—all rush in.

The camera pans slowly at low altitude, showing a clean and tidy street bustling with traffic and pedestrians hurrying along their respective paths.

The camera zooms in, focusing on a dozen pedestrians walking and talking on their phones, until Huang Xiaoming appears on screen.

Dressed in a suit and tie, with a black trench coat over his shoulders, he smiled smugly, exuding an air of self-importance and pride.

"Wow... Xiaoming is so handsome..."

Some girls were infatuated with him, their eyes shining.

The guy next to him wasn't having it, and complained, "Handsome my foot... He's obviously a jerk, I really want to punch him."

The boy spoke a bit loudly, which made many of the spectators around him chuckle.

The boy hit the nail on the head, and the following plot showed the audience what a scumbag really is.

The more handsome he is, the more of a jerk he is!

Not only is he a jerk, but he also has low moral character. He looks down on delivery guys and ladies, and verbally abuses them until they leave.

Viewers who have seen the trailer will smile knowingly, ignoring Huang Xiaoming's lies and sweet talk, and looking forward to the assassin's appearance.

As a cold voice rang out, the atmosphere on the big screen changed instantly, becoming tense.

Inside the phone booth, Huang Xiaoming's expression shifted unpredictably.

His defenses were first broken when the assassin accurately described his name, job, family background, address, and clothing.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Dude, what do you want? Want some money?"

"You know I don't like men!"

After three questions, Huang Xiaoming was about to hang up the phone and leave this damned phone booth.

pity..

The assassin won't let him have his way.

"Haha, you look completely different now than before. That little starlet is called Wang Ruoruo, right? You want to ask her out to a hotel tonight?"

Just then, Huang Xiaoming's cell phone rang.

"Answer the phone, it's a minor celebrity calling."

Huang Xiaoming was too lazy to pay attention and was about to hang up the phone and leave.

But as soon as he looked up outside, he saw several thugs rush up and bang on the glass door, trying to beat him up.

The leader of the thugs had a full beard and an open chest, revealing an axe tattoo.

Behind the thug, a heavily made-up woman glared fiercely at Huang Xiaoming, yelling at him to get out.

It was the young lady who had just been insulted by Huang Xiaoming, who brought people back to take revenge.

The Axe Gang is a small, newly emerging criminal organization in the city.

This gang openly controlled several vegetable markets, but secretly sold contraband.

The ringleader is someone involved in the sale of contraband.

With trouble both inside and outside, Huang Xiaoming dared not go out.

He spoke into the phone: "You hired those people outside, aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"

"No need, the police will be here soon."

"By the way, do you need me to help you deal with those thugs outside?"

"Okay, come out here!"

"Please connect to the minor celebrity's call first."

"Why should I listen to you? I need to get out of here; I need to go to work!"

"You can't leave..." the assassin sneered.

boom!

A gunshot rang out, and the arrogant and domineering leader of the thugs fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his chest.

"Ah...murder!"

"Help! Murder!"

In an instant, the entire street descended into chaos.

Huang Xiaoming was stunned, both shocked and furious. Trembling, he cursed, "It was you, it was you, you killed him!"

"I'm helping you. Didn't you ask me to solve your problems outside?"

The assassin responded calmly, a hint of a strange smile in his voice.

Then, the assassin abruptly changed the subject: "Now, you can talk to the little star!"

The killer's swiftness left the audience thoroughly entertained.

One shot, and it was perfect! So satisfying!

The first climax piqued the interest of everyone in the audience, drawing their attention to the upcoming plot.

Fearing danger, Huang Xiaoming dialed the minor celebrity's number and brought the microphone and phone close together.

Mighty! Mighty!

Sirens blared, and a large number of police officers surrounded the phone booth.

In the tense atmosphere, the cowardly Huang Xiaoming is drawn into the killer's rhythm, and his usual positive image is gradually torn away.

There was no other sound in the theater except for breathing, the sound of the movie dialogue and background music.

Both the guests and the audience were immediately filled with anticipation.

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The following plot did not disappoint the audience.

The thrilling and suspenseful plot twists, smooth visuals, and the actors' immersive performances provided everyone with a small yet exquisite suspense film experience.

In addition to suspense, the original film also has a thrilling atmosphere.

In order to pass censorship, Fang Yi deliberately reduced the suspense, only keeping some during each plot twist.

With the background music, the effect was quite good, and the audience thoroughly enjoyed watching it.

Some timid viewers, whenever they see a fleeting, frightening scene and feel scared and subconsciously tense, are broken up by the occasional appearance of police officers on camera.

A suspenseful atmosphere, interspersed with moments of security.

The audience thoroughly enjoyed themselves, allowing them to fully immerse themselves in the film.

88 minute later.

Deng Chao, carrying a cello case, appeared in front of the ambulance, left behind two pretentious remarks, and then left with a flourish.

The big screen went dark, and the movie ended.

call..

A series of sighs of relief emanated from every corner of the theater.

*Slap slap slap...*

Immediately afterwards, a wave of applause erupted.

The audience beamed with satisfaction, rising to their feet and applauding.

Tonight's premiere was well worth the trip.