A short while after Qin Yuerong arrived, Yao Chong also came.
Seeing Zhuo Jin leaning back as if boneless, ordering Zhong Yan to do this and that, he couldn't stand it.
"If you can't move, then be still. I never saw you so fussy before. Wanting this, then wanting that, did you go hungry before?"
Zhuo Jin said with a grin, "Not exactly, but I never had such a good opportunity."
Yao Chong had been angered by her too much these past few days to react calmly anymore.
"Xiao Yan, don't mind her. She's just deliberately ordering you around. I think she's perfectly fine now."
Zhong Yan smiled obediently and sincerely, "It's rare for A Jin to have such a good appetite. Let her eat."
These words were said without thought, but Yao Chong heard them and his expression became somewhat abnormal.
"Xiao Yan, keep an eye on her. President Qin, please sit for a moment. I have an urgent matter to attend to and will be back soon."
He then left the ward immediately.
The others were confused, but Qin Yuerong only sat for two minutes before standing up and saying goodbye.
Zhong Yan thanked him for agreeing to terminate the contract and for visiting Zhuo Jin, then saw him out.
As soon as Qin Yuerong entered the elevator, he pressed the button for the next floor. The two people accompanying him were clearly perplexed.
"President Qin, do you have something else?"
Qin Yuerong walked out without a word.
"...Family member, are you making a fuss? If the patient really had morning sickness, it would have been discovered when she first had the accident. It wouldn't have waited until you asked us."
"Then why has she been eating so much these past two days? And she particularly likes to eat grapes, which are sour and sweet. Her mother also liked to eat sour things when she was pregnant with her."
The doctor was clearly tired. "A person's taste can change with time, place, and psychological state. Her liking for fruit might just be a temporary preference. If you're still worried, we can arrange further tests. What do you think?"
Yao Chong didn't think much of it.
In fact, what the doctor said made sense. Zhuo Jin had fallen from a height and vomited blood. If she had been pregnant, there would have been symptoms.
So, she wasn't.
Yao Chong breathed a sigh of relief.
"Never mind, no need. Sorry to have bothered you."
He then turned and left.
Before he left, someone at the door had already turned around and left even faster.
Yao Chong almost caused a misunderstanding at the hospital, so he naturally had no face to tell the other two. These two were not the main characters and their roles were not significant. He had arranged for the assistant director to shoot temporarily while he came to visit Zhuo Jin.
Then, after staying for a day, he understood why Zhuo Jin had such a good appetite.
What good appetite? It was clearly enjoying the pleasure of being fed by others.
Of course, that person had to be Zhong Yan.
He really couldn't bear to watch and left the hospital that night.
Zhuo Jin stayed in the hospital for nearly a week. After the doctor's examination, they confirmed her injuries had completely healed without any aftereffects. Only then did Zhong Yan agree to her discharge.
Upon returning to the film crew, no matter what Zhuo Jin said, Yao Chong and Zhong Yan refused to let her film without a safety harness.
As a result, the subsequent fight scenes were not very smooth.
Considering that their scenes were not extensive and would be completed soon, Yao Chong decided to focus their fight scenes in this particular sequence. This fight scene also effectively showcased the characteristics of the "Ming Yue Lou Zhu" (Moon Pavilion Master) and "Xia Ke Wen Jin" (Wandering Knight).
The "Ming Yue Lou Zhu" was powerful and mysterious, emanating nobility.
The "Xia Ke Wen Jin" possessed an otherworldly beauty, a pearl of the world.
At the end of the fight scene, the "Ming Yue Lou Zhu" was astonished by Zhong Yan's appearance and pinned him down in the pavilion over the lake. As the gauze curtain fell, Zhong Yan's hand, raised in the end, tightly gripped the "Ming Yue Lou Zhu's" gold-embossed mask.
"Cut!"
"That's a wrap for this take."
There was no movement from the two people in the pavilion.
"It's over."
"Mm."
Zhuo Jin looked at the person beneath her and thought it would be wonderful if this wasn't just filming.
This place was truly suitable.
A gentle breeze caressed their faces, the lake water rippled, and the combined sounds with the water would surely be an incomparably melodious and lingering heavenly sound.
"Get up quickly."
"Yao Jin, what are you doing?" Yao Chong shouted into the megaphone, "Hurry up and get ready. We need to reshoot a few more shots."
Zhuo Jin pushed herself up and, under the direction of the cameraman and Yao Chong, struck several rather intimate poses.
For example, hands intertwined, being entangled by guqin strings on her robe, dark hair against her white clothes...
Their scenes were quickly finished.
However, about a third of the script remained, and some parts required outdoor location shooting. The two who had finished their scenes did not go.
Zhong Yan was officially signed to Zhuo Jin's studio. His agent helped him select some work, while Zhuo Jin embarked on her new venture.
[Host, I think you can hire others to do it.]
"I prefer to do it myself."
007 almost choked on his own blood, unable to swallow or spit, almost choking to death.
If you prefer to do it yourself, then why are you making me do it?
And why choose such a difficult task when there are simpler ones?
Zhuo Jin planned to open a post-production company.
Mainly serving Zhong Yan.
Now that the company had just been established and formal recruitment hadn't begun, 007 became the most suitable labor to exploit, diligently modeling on the computer every day.
Thinking about how she had once heard other systems being sent to mine by their hosts and had even mocked them, 007 now truly felt the shame of being left behind.
Zhuo Jin, through her investigation, found several suitable candidates and personally visited them the next day.
The first was a relatively unknown painter. His style was bold and colorful, quite similar to some Western fantasy worlds, yet he wasn't painting Western subjects. In an era where young people generally admired Western heroes, he was not well-regarded.
The second was an author from a certain website. He was somewhat famous in the industry, specializing in constructing Chinese fantasy worlds with boundless imagination, and his books were quite popular.
Unfortunately, they couldn't be filmed as live-action productions like foreign works, and their cultural influence was not as strong.
There was also a retired university professor, who specialized in the study of Eastern myths and legends, well into his seventies.
...
She visited the key individuals, receiving some replies, while others were completely indifferent, and some even took her for a con artist.
Truly short-sighted.
007 was puzzled: [Host, weren't you planning to turn the mission target into a superstar? What are you busy with now?]
Zhuo Jin smiled, "What do you think constitutes a superstar?"
[Winning all the awards, having immense public appeal, being liked by most people... Actually, I don't know either.]
"He might not be able to achieve all of that, and I don't want to force him to do things he dislikes. So, he needs something else." Sudan Novels.
For example, to become the representative of a massively influential cultural IP.
This country's 5000 years of history, with so many splendid and enduring myths and legends, if they could be brought to life, they would be far superior to those cobbled-together Western narratives.